The Souls of Orcs: Chapter 2
Disclaimer - I own nothing belonging to J.R.R. Tolkien or his estate, including orcs, Legolas (!!) Aragorn, Theoden, and any other situations or characters associated with Lord of the Rings. I also do not own anything connected to New Line Cinema. All elvish translations start with E -.
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The small, brave army sneaked down the deserted halls of Helm's Deep, watching ever so closely all around them for any signs of life, whether friend or foe. They reached the hole that was made by the explosion (set by the orcs). They expected to see either nothing or many angry orcs, but what they actually saw shocked their minds and stopped them instantly.
At least two thousand orcs were laying on the ground, groveling to the figure robed in colors that were once blue and white, but were now splattered with mud and rain. These elements of nature could not hide the auburn hair of the woman wearing the robes, nor could it hide her blazing eyes that were fixed upon the orcs at her feet. In one hand she held a withering ball of black and gray string, but it seemed to have a soft silver glow of it's own that showed up even in the radiance of white that surrounded the woman. In the other hand she held a sword that was obviously elvish.
"I have your souls at my mercy, and your lives are at stake! Every single one of you. Lava, or lle nauva matha amin megrille!" (A/N: E - "Yield, or you will feel my sword!" I will be piecing most of the elvish in this fan fic from a couple Elvish translation sites, so they may be multiple dialects.) Her words echoed up to the shocked army, and to Legolas. He listened and noticed that she was speaking Quenya along with scattered Sindarin. "Aragorn, she is Elvish, but I am not sure of what race."
Her focus now was fixed upon the black and tainted souls in her hand, and she uttered two words that sent chills of terror down the men's spines. Even Aragorn, who was familiar with the Black Language, shuddered. She had commanded the orcs in the language of their master, and had to obey the request,
The orcs which had been screaming obscene words in their language had gone silent, and the woman was walking down an aisle toward them that the orcs made out of their jumble of bodies. Whispers swept the men, and Aragorn said to Theoden, "Legolas thinks she is elvish."
"Do you know their language?" Theoden said under his breath. At Aragorn's nod, he said "Then you must greet her."
"But what do I sa-" Aragorn stopped short, because the auburn-haired woman was now within earshot. She stopped and observed with uncanny serenity the wary men.
"Vedui', arwen en amin," Aragorn said. (E - "Greetings, my lady" - unfamiliar)
"Greetings" She spoke in clear common-speech. "I noticed- " she stopped abruptly and was staring at the bloodstained swords and frayed bows that many of the men were fingering.
Aragorn saw her uncertainty. "Why do you pause?"
Her eyes flickered, and she furtively said "Lle noa lle mellonea gorgamin lle."(E - "I think your friends fear me.")
"Don't worry, they are just. apprehensive because, well, you just." Aragorn gestured hopelessly to the orcs.
She glanced behind her, as if she forgot that they were there, and that their souls were still in her pocket. "Oh, yes. Them. It is very easy to control orcs, since they have fairly primitive thoughts. Besides, this was a small group."
"A small group is what you call two thousand orcs?" a new voice came from her left, and the woman turned to see Legolas, who had slipped through the crowd.
"Yes, that is a small group," she answered, raising her eyebrows. "The ten thousand you had at your necks before would have been harder, but not that much."
"Mani naa essa en lle?" Aragorn asked, trying to divert the woman's attention from the obviously peeved Legolas, who does not like being insulted by anyone, especially a cheeky yet pretty woman like this. This time however, Aragorn could tell that Legolas was especially mad about this offender. The reason behind Legolas's larger than normal anger was unknown to Aragorn.
"I would like to know your name, that naïve elf's name, and your leader's name before I tell you mine, heru en amin," she said.
"I am Leg-" the elf stepped forward, but he was forced to use his fastest reflex to leap backward and avoid being beheaded by the woman's sword. She had whirled around, her mouth set in a grim line, as if she was steeling herself to face a horrible fate that she had brought willingly upon herself. She pulled the souls out of her pocket and walked up to meet the bloodthirsty orcs that were speeding up the hill with the intent to destroy and eat her and the army for dinner. The orcs were hungry, furious, and confident that this small band, the survivors of the battle of Helm's Deep and the woman, could be beaten.
Aragorn and Legolas were the first to start toward the woman and help her face the orcs, but they staggered back, blinded by the light that blasted from the woman. Her sword erupted into a blaze of light, and the army could faintly hear her yelling Elvish behind the wall of starry light.
"Awartha sen mir gurtha ar' thar!" (E- "Forsake them into death and beyond!") she cried, and her sword, hardly visible through the light, was brought down upon the souls.
A crack that vibrated through the men's ears exploded from the souls, and the orcs, who were now almost at her feet, stopped short, and collapsed. They were obviously dead, killed by the woman's words and sword. Screams, that seemed to come from every side of the canyon, wavered and died. Silence ensued, and the light that surrounded the woman disappeared, to reveal her pale and clammy, and shaking uncontrollibly. Her sword clattered to her side, and she fainted, but not before Legolas caught her.
Disclaimer - I own nothing belonging to J.R.R. Tolkien or his estate, including orcs, Legolas (!!) Aragorn, Theoden, and any other situations or characters associated with Lord of the Rings. I also do not own anything connected to New Line Cinema. All elvish translations start with E -.
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The small, brave army sneaked down the deserted halls of Helm's Deep, watching ever so closely all around them for any signs of life, whether friend or foe. They reached the hole that was made by the explosion (set by the orcs). They expected to see either nothing or many angry orcs, but what they actually saw shocked their minds and stopped them instantly.
At least two thousand orcs were laying on the ground, groveling to the figure robed in colors that were once blue and white, but were now splattered with mud and rain. These elements of nature could not hide the auburn hair of the woman wearing the robes, nor could it hide her blazing eyes that were fixed upon the orcs at her feet. In one hand she held a withering ball of black and gray string, but it seemed to have a soft silver glow of it's own that showed up even in the radiance of white that surrounded the woman. In the other hand she held a sword that was obviously elvish.
"I have your souls at my mercy, and your lives are at stake! Every single one of you. Lava, or lle nauva matha amin megrille!" (A/N: E - "Yield, or you will feel my sword!" I will be piecing most of the elvish in this fan fic from a couple Elvish translation sites, so they may be multiple dialects.) Her words echoed up to the shocked army, and to Legolas. He listened and noticed that she was speaking Quenya along with scattered Sindarin. "Aragorn, she is Elvish, but I am not sure of what race."
Her focus now was fixed upon the black and tainted souls in her hand, and she uttered two words that sent chills of terror down the men's spines. Even Aragorn, who was familiar with the Black Language, shuddered. She had commanded the orcs in the language of their master, and had to obey the request,
The orcs which had been screaming obscene words in their language had gone silent, and the woman was walking down an aisle toward them that the orcs made out of their jumble of bodies. Whispers swept the men, and Aragorn said to Theoden, "Legolas thinks she is elvish."
"Do you know their language?" Theoden said under his breath. At Aragorn's nod, he said "Then you must greet her."
"But what do I sa-" Aragorn stopped short, because the auburn-haired woman was now within earshot. She stopped and observed with uncanny serenity the wary men.
"Vedui', arwen en amin," Aragorn said. (E - "Greetings, my lady" - unfamiliar)
"Greetings" She spoke in clear common-speech. "I noticed- " she stopped abruptly and was staring at the bloodstained swords and frayed bows that many of the men were fingering.
Aragorn saw her uncertainty. "Why do you pause?"
Her eyes flickered, and she furtively said "Lle noa lle mellonea gorgamin lle."(E - "I think your friends fear me.")
"Don't worry, they are just. apprehensive because, well, you just." Aragorn gestured hopelessly to the orcs.
She glanced behind her, as if she forgot that they were there, and that their souls were still in her pocket. "Oh, yes. Them. It is very easy to control orcs, since they have fairly primitive thoughts. Besides, this was a small group."
"A small group is what you call two thousand orcs?" a new voice came from her left, and the woman turned to see Legolas, who had slipped through the crowd.
"Yes, that is a small group," she answered, raising her eyebrows. "The ten thousand you had at your necks before would have been harder, but not that much."
"Mani naa essa en lle?" Aragorn asked, trying to divert the woman's attention from the obviously peeved Legolas, who does not like being insulted by anyone, especially a cheeky yet pretty woman like this. This time however, Aragorn could tell that Legolas was especially mad about this offender. The reason behind Legolas's larger than normal anger was unknown to Aragorn.
"I would like to know your name, that naïve elf's name, and your leader's name before I tell you mine, heru en amin," she said.
"I am Leg-" the elf stepped forward, but he was forced to use his fastest reflex to leap backward and avoid being beheaded by the woman's sword. She had whirled around, her mouth set in a grim line, as if she was steeling herself to face a horrible fate that she had brought willingly upon herself. She pulled the souls out of her pocket and walked up to meet the bloodthirsty orcs that were speeding up the hill with the intent to destroy and eat her and the army for dinner. The orcs were hungry, furious, and confident that this small band, the survivors of the battle of Helm's Deep and the woman, could be beaten.
Aragorn and Legolas were the first to start toward the woman and help her face the orcs, but they staggered back, blinded by the light that blasted from the woman. Her sword erupted into a blaze of light, and the army could faintly hear her yelling Elvish behind the wall of starry light.
"Awartha sen mir gurtha ar' thar!" (E- "Forsake them into death and beyond!") she cried, and her sword, hardly visible through the light, was brought down upon the souls.
A crack that vibrated through the men's ears exploded from the souls, and the orcs, who were now almost at her feet, stopped short, and collapsed. They were obviously dead, killed by the woman's words and sword. Screams, that seemed to come from every side of the canyon, wavered and died. Silence ensued, and the light that surrounded the woman disappeared, to reveal her pale and clammy, and shaking uncontrollibly. Her sword clattered to her side, and she fainted, but not before Legolas caught her.
