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This chapter is a little more scene setting from a different point of view, most of the story will chop and change between the two of them to cover all angles.
Disclaimer: Still not mine, but if anyone wants to hand them over I'll give them a good home :D
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Chapter 2:
(Aragorn PoV)
I glanced around looking at the carnage that surrounded me that stretched for as far as my eyes could see and beyond. I couldn't suppress a shudder at the sight of hundreds of Men and Elves lying dead on the cold and muddy ground, lifeless eyes staring up at me as I fought back the small tears that welled up in my own. For the losses that we had suffered in that night were insurmountable and likes of which I had never seen before in all my days and hoped with all my heart never to see again. For all the hardening that my years as a ranger had brought me and the stone wall I could build around myself as a warrior of many battles, I could still not face this death.
The only small comfort that I could find was that amongst my dead kin of Elves and Men were the bodies of thousands of Uruk-Hai, out numbering the losses we had suffered. But this took away little of my pain, it only allowed me the belief that our sacrifice had not been in vain, that the Uruk-Hai were near defeat and that the men and women of Rohan still stood and still lived. That despite the terrible odds that had been upon us only hours ago we were slowly turning the tide and our battle was about to be won.
Stabbing the Uruk-Hai that charged at me I began to scan the battlegrounds for Legolas who had so bravely rode out with King Theoden and myself, willing to die for these people that were not his kin. Since the sun had set I had known where both Legolas and Gimili fought, unwilling to lose either of them in this battle, unwilling to lose yet another to the merciless Uruk-Hai. As I scanned the fighting hoards I could not find even a glimpse of his bright golden blonde hair, and I silenced my panic with the thought that perhaps he had gone down onto to foot to fight. Then I caught a glimpse of Legolas' white horse Arod.
I spurned my horse on, cutting my way through the dead and alive Uruk-Hai and Men of Rohan to chase the small sightings of Arod I received through the crowd. As I followed the best I could I felt a terrible foreboding in my stomach and I could not continue to fight until I knew that Legolas was all right, until I saw him with my very eyes. After what seemed like a lifetime I was finally able to see Legolas through a gap in the fighting hoards, but what I saw brought me no comfort. He was swaying dangerously on Arod, his Elven balance and composure lost as he gripped tightly to the horse's reigns to stop himself from falling to ground. My heart stopped in my chest as I saw him, there was no denying that there was something wrong, this was not the healthy Legolas that sat tall and proud on his horse no matter what the situation, no matter how tired and worn he was, he did not give in.
My first and only thought was to get to him and make sure that he was okay, to make sure that he was safe, to protect him from the Uruk-Hai that would take advantage of any loss of composure. But before I could move to get to him another beastly Uruk-Hai attacked and my attention was stolen from Legolas as I raised my sword and swiftly killed the monster in front of me. My blade was barely out of the Uruk's flesh as I returned my attention to where Arod had been supporting Legolas and found that Legolas no longer supported himself. He was instead slumped over Arod, his shoulders bouncing up and down as the horse carried his precious cargo further away from the battle.
My chest contracted once again with panic, for now it was confirmed that something had happened to Legolas, something ill had befallen him. I could not stop the hysteria rising in my mind, the questions that span through my head as I spurned my horse onwards through the battle, each question bringing me more worry that the last as fear pounded through my veins.
Was Legolas injured? How badly was he injured? Was it lethal? Would he make it to safety? Was Legolas still even alive?
Not content that my horse was going as fast as it could I forced it into a gallop, which was incredibly difficult for the poor creature considering the ground was layered in corpses and we had to force our way through the fighting crowds. But never the less I followed the trail of Arod and Legolas silently praying to the Gods that Legolas would be all right as I went. I could not lose another, not so soon after the terrible loss of Boromir.
If I lost Legolas, it would be to lose what little hope and strength that I had left in me, for he was the one that inspired them.
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This chapter is a little more scene setting from a different point of view, most of the story will chop and change between the two of them to cover all angles.
Disclaimer: Still not mine, but if anyone wants to hand them over I'll give them a good home :D
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Chapter 2:
(Aragorn PoV)
I glanced around looking at the carnage that surrounded me that stretched for as far as my eyes could see and beyond. I couldn't suppress a shudder at the sight of hundreds of Men and Elves lying dead on the cold and muddy ground, lifeless eyes staring up at me as I fought back the small tears that welled up in my own. For the losses that we had suffered in that night were insurmountable and likes of which I had never seen before in all my days and hoped with all my heart never to see again. For all the hardening that my years as a ranger had brought me and the stone wall I could build around myself as a warrior of many battles, I could still not face this death.
The only small comfort that I could find was that amongst my dead kin of Elves and Men were the bodies of thousands of Uruk-Hai, out numbering the losses we had suffered. But this took away little of my pain, it only allowed me the belief that our sacrifice had not been in vain, that the Uruk-Hai were near defeat and that the men and women of Rohan still stood and still lived. That despite the terrible odds that had been upon us only hours ago we were slowly turning the tide and our battle was about to be won.
Stabbing the Uruk-Hai that charged at me I began to scan the battlegrounds for Legolas who had so bravely rode out with King Theoden and myself, willing to die for these people that were not his kin. Since the sun had set I had known where both Legolas and Gimili fought, unwilling to lose either of them in this battle, unwilling to lose yet another to the merciless Uruk-Hai. As I scanned the fighting hoards I could not find even a glimpse of his bright golden blonde hair, and I silenced my panic with the thought that perhaps he had gone down onto to foot to fight. Then I caught a glimpse of Legolas' white horse Arod.
I spurned my horse on, cutting my way through the dead and alive Uruk-Hai and Men of Rohan to chase the small sightings of Arod I received through the crowd. As I followed the best I could I felt a terrible foreboding in my stomach and I could not continue to fight until I knew that Legolas was all right, until I saw him with my very eyes. After what seemed like a lifetime I was finally able to see Legolas through a gap in the fighting hoards, but what I saw brought me no comfort. He was swaying dangerously on Arod, his Elven balance and composure lost as he gripped tightly to the horse's reigns to stop himself from falling to ground. My heart stopped in my chest as I saw him, there was no denying that there was something wrong, this was not the healthy Legolas that sat tall and proud on his horse no matter what the situation, no matter how tired and worn he was, he did not give in.
My first and only thought was to get to him and make sure that he was okay, to make sure that he was safe, to protect him from the Uruk-Hai that would take advantage of any loss of composure. But before I could move to get to him another beastly Uruk-Hai attacked and my attention was stolen from Legolas as I raised my sword and swiftly killed the monster in front of me. My blade was barely out of the Uruk's flesh as I returned my attention to where Arod had been supporting Legolas and found that Legolas no longer supported himself. He was instead slumped over Arod, his shoulders bouncing up and down as the horse carried his precious cargo further away from the battle.
My chest contracted once again with panic, for now it was confirmed that something had happened to Legolas, something ill had befallen him. I could not stop the hysteria rising in my mind, the questions that span through my head as I spurned my horse onwards through the battle, each question bringing me more worry that the last as fear pounded through my veins.
Was Legolas injured? How badly was he injured? Was it lethal? Would he make it to safety? Was Legolas still even alive?
Not content that my horse was going as fast as it could I forced it into a gallop, which was incredibly difficult for the poor creature considering the ground was layered in corpses and we had to force our way through the fighting crowds. But never the less I followed the trail of Arod and Legolas silently praying to the Gods that Legolas would be all right as I went. I could not lose another, not so soon after the terrible loss of Boromir.
If I lost Legolas, it would be to lose what little hope and strength that I had left in me, for he was the one that inspired them.
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