I Would Die For You
No one moved for a full second. It felt to the friends like it was an eternity.
Slowly, snarling like animals, the Uruk-Hai started to advance. They stopped suddenly in mid stride. Craig didn't understand why, nether did the others. Another second passed. The Uruk-Hai were fidgeting uneasily now and slightly starting to backup. Craig felt his fingertips warming-up. He looked down. His hand was glowing red. So was Anne's. All of theirs were. The warmth spread quickly, and now their whole bodies were warm and glowing.
There was a sudden radiant flash that knocked the Uruk-Hai to the ground. They rose again, but there were no longer four, young, weak, untrained, and unarmed teenagers in front of them. Now there were two fully armed, well-trained, strong, youthful elves and two equally qualified Istari. The Uruk-Hai watched stunned as these lords and ladies from Middle Earth leapt forward with Mithril swords flashing. These warriors were: Falderon and Niconiel of Mirkwood (Craig, and Chantal) and Galdar and Mitéol (Andrew and Anne).
Falderon-Craig- was the first to reach the lings. With his long, two- handed sword he cut the head from a still stunned Uruk-Hai. Galdar-Andrew- was at his side stabbing and moving on. The Two pressed on for the strongest part of the Uruk-Hai army. The Girls leaped the other way towards the hedge. They cut down the few that lay in their way and then turned to face those who dared attack.
Galdar found himself with a few seconds free of Uruk-Hai. Taking the opportunity he returned his sword to its sheath and grabbed his Glaive. Galdar turned and striking down the oncoming enemies he returned to Falderon's side.
The boys moved away from the hedge and to the other side of the Uruk- Hai leaving a trail of bodies as the ladies took out their glaives.
The Uruk-Hai regrouped and moved to the side so that they wouldn't be attacked from two sides at once. Falderon, Galdar, Mitéol, and Niconiel met in the middle for the next charge. Falderon and Mitéol pulled out their bows as Galdar and Niconiel moved in front with their glaives.
Side by side the two archers placed arrows on their bows and waited. With a sudden cry Galdar sprang forward, Niconiel at his side. "For the Istari!" he cried. "For the Elves!" she cried.
The archers let their arrows fly. Mitéol had a second arrow on the string before the first hit. Her arrow struck right between the eyes. Falderon fired and struck in the heart. Both archers fired and killed again before Galdar and Niconiel reached the lines.
One of the Uruk-Hai at the back pulled out a horn and blew a long low note. The note was cut short when Mitéol's arrow split it. It was to late. From behind them, the two archers could hear a second horn answer.
Galdar reached the line with his glaive tip and speared an enemy. He spun and sliced the next. Together he and Niconiel with back-up help from Falderon and Mitéol drove the Uruk-Hai back to the hedge.
The Uruk-Hai could back-up no longer. Falderon shot again. Another Uruk-Hai fell. Two rushed out to overpower Galdar. On impulse Galdar leapt back to avoid a stab. Ducking to avoid another he spun and with the butt of his axe he blocked again. Galdar turned back and knocked one over. A swing from the other knocked the glaive out of his hand. Behind him the Uruk-Hai was on his feet again. Swiftly, as he jumped over sword from behind he grabbed his sword. A third Uruk-Hai came forward. Holding the sword upside- down he plunged it backwards, through the attacker. The third Uruk-Hai raised its sword. Galdar gripped the sword properly with his other hand and sliced the enemy in front of him in half. The third Uruk-Hai lunged forward and started to bring his sword down.
Falderon and Mitéol noticed at the same time and both shot. The two arrows met halfway into the Uruk-Hai's head as it thrust forward. The blow fell a foot short.
All the Uruk-Hai simultaneously charged forward surrounding the two friends. Falderon fired one last shot and turned to see who had answered on the horn. It was the Southrons and the elephant charging forward into battle.
Taking Mitéol by the arm he turned her to see the Southrons who were running as fast as they could to keep-up with the walking elephant.
Turning quickly he pulled Mitéol into the trees. He dove into some long grass. Gently he pulled her down beside him.
"What are you doing?" she asked very annoyed. "We can't just leave them. "No, I know, but you don't just charge an elephant with 40 enemies behind it! You'd be trampled." Replied Falderon quietly.
The elephant bellowed and it ran passed them. The Southrons followed without noticing. Silently Falderon rose and Mitéol followed. Slowly and without a sound, as elves (and Istari) can well do, they crept to the edge of the woods. They strung their bows. The elephant was now almost at the Uruk-Hai. The Southrons close behind it.
The two archers fired and sprang forward. Two of the Southrons at the back fell dead. Falderon and Mitéol fired at the elephant's backside to make it turn. It was now trampling through the Uruk-Hai leaving a trail of crushed bodies.
Galdar and Niconiel were staying back to back now. They were waiting for enemies to come to them and therefore they had the advantage. Only the Southrons had bows so they were safe until they arrived. Galdar grabbed his dagger. An Uruk-Hai was running forward, sword poised to come down on his head. Galdar plunged the dagger into its skull and kicked it backwards. It fell and did not rise. Reaching for his glaive Galdar looked up. He saw the elephant charging. He swung to see if he would catch an enemy off guard. They were to far.
The Southrons turned after seeing the elephant get hit. The elephant, now right in front of Galdar turned to. It trampled out another way leaving a second trail. Falderon strung another arrow to distract the elephant. As it passed the Southrons on one side he passed on the other. When it had almost reached Mitéol he fired.
Enraged by this constant annoyance he turned again. Thinking that the Southrons had fired it trampled through them. Their armour was no match of its weight so it left another trampled line.
Falderon ran lightly back to Mitéol's side. Together they ran off into the forest. Startled the Southrons looked at the Uruk-Hai and turned to follow Mitéol and Falderon.
Niconiel threw her glaive at an Uruk-Hai, killing it and the one behind it. She grabbed her sword. Galdar sprang forward two steps and swinging his glaive he struck one. It fell dead. With the butt of his glaive he knocked another to the ground. Spinning quickly he sliced off the head of another. With the back of her sword Niconiel struck an Uruk-Hai that had come between her and Galdar. She cut off the head of a second. Quickly she dove to avoid a swing from the third that separated them. Turning Galdar killed the one that Niconiel had struck as the third fell to Niconiel's sword. There were only fifteen Uruk-Hai left.
Mitéol paused inside the forest long enough to put her bow back on the quiver. Falderon did likewise. They ran to a row of large rocks piled like a short cliff. With their backs to this the stopped. Falderon pulled out a throwing knife. He only had seven arrows left. Mitéol got her glaive. She only had two arrows left.
Out of the forest twenty meters away the Southrons ran. The Elf and the Istari could hear the elephant forcing a way though the trees. Falderon's knife killed a Southron with a bow. He grabbed and threw a second. Before it had killed its target he was throwing a third, and a fourth. They were within ten meters now.
Mitéol stood glaive out. Falderon balanced his and threw it. The leader of the Southrons fell dead with the glaive still half way out of him. Falderon turned to face the oncoming enemies with his sword.
" Gil-Galad," Falderon heard from beside him as the beautiful Mitéol sprang forward, glaive shining. She ducked as an arrow flew over her head and she cut off a Southron's leg. He fell with a cry. Falderon was at Mitéol's side now and sprang on the fallen enemy, putting him out of his misery. Then stooping to get the sword of the dead Southron he slashed at the sword of a Southron trying to stab him.
Running back the ledge Falderon blocked with one sword and stabbed with the other. A Southron came in front of him and he looked in time to see a second come behind him. He raised his sword and brought it crashing down as he moved back to avoid a slash. At the same time he blocked high and thrust back. Then blocking with both swords he turned to slash with one. Jumping over a slash from in front he swung high and dropped the sword to mid high at the last second. The Southron stopped in mid swing and fell as Falderon's superior sword cut through the enemy's armour. Turning, Falderon had just enough time to duck and roll out of the way of a hard slash. He jumped up with the second sword above his head to block another slash from over him. The Elf prince swung both swords at the same time cutting the enemy in three pieces.
Falderon charged forward and stabbed the only Southron within ten meters of him. He threw the second sword at the nearest enemy and put his in its sheath. The young elf then turned and jumping, he grabbed hold of the ledge and swung up.
Mitéol charged as a few more Southrons left the forest. She could now see the elephant.
Falderon now took advantage of his new position. He gripped his bow and looked to see how many Southrons remained unfought. There was the elephant, a bowman, and thirty swordsmen. He had seven arrows, a spear, a dagger, and a sword. Falderon strung an arrow and fired as Mitéol killed two more in her charge. Arrow after arrow he fired until all his arrows had been shot. He removed his empty quiver and hung his bow on a tree to make it easier to move. Falderon stole a swift glance at the bowman who was watching Mitéol and reaching for an arrow. Mitéol had not seen him.
"Elendil!" He cried leaping from the ledge, and cutting a Southron down the middle. He hit the ground running and cut down a second Southron as he ran. The bowman was now aiming, the elephant was charging Mitéol, and there were three Southrons around her to. 'I will not be able to save her unless.'
He dove. The bowman shot. The world around him seemed to go into slow motion. Swinging his sword as he flew, he killed one of the three enemies around Mitéol. The arrow was coming fast. It bit deep into his side and stopped. Falderon cried out in pain. Blood trickled from the wound. He landed hitting his head on the foot of another Southron who turned to finish him. Mitéol killed the last of the three charging Southrons and threw her glaive.
Meeting it's mark the glaive saved Falderon but at a great cost. Falderon painfully tried to get up, but it was to late. With a great bellow the elephant struck Mitéol with its trunk. She flew headfirst into a tree. As she hit she fell limply to the ground and didn't move.
"NOOOOOOO!!! Anne!!!" screamed Falderon. Everyone froze at the cry accept Falderon. Taking up his spear, he aimed and with all his strength he threw it. Two of the Southrons beside the elephant stood motionless, just watching. The spear left his hand and flew strait into the eye of the huge animal and through it's brain. It fell dead on the still motionless men killing them. There were now fifteen swordsmen and a bowman that remained unchallenged.
Galdar and Niconiel were still back to back, now both fighting with swords. There were ten Uruk-Hai left. They heard of the Falderon leaping from the cliff and being shot. They also head the bellow of the elephant and heard the cry of Falderon's complete misery. Now they felt the ground shake from the fall of the elephant. They knew that they had to get there fast.
Still no one moved. Falderon's face no longer showed the pain of his wound. His face now showed terrible anger. Falderon reached down and snapped the arrow in his side. Then some sense came back into him. He dropped the broken arrow. The anger passed. For a moment his face showed nothing. He stooped and picked up his sword, whipped it, and placed it in the sheath. The elf knew that if he attacked in anger he would surly fall. He walked slowly over to Mitéol's beautiful body. His whole mood changed to utter sorrow.
One of the Southrons took a slow step towards him, saw the elf's face, and looked down. Kneeling beside the cold body he wept. Several minutes passed and the elf prince still held her body. Then the sound of the battle on the other side of the woods came to them.
Slowly and sympathetically the bowman strung an arrow. Falderon heard the bow being pulled back. His expression didn't change but now he was alert and ready to take up his sword again. There was a twang and Falderon leaped sideways. The arrow stood shaking where Falderon had knelt.
Slowly Falderon rose, and drew his sword. Blood now covered the grass and all of Falderon's side. Tears still lay in his eyes. Five close Southrons started to move towards the mesmerized elf. Still he didn't move. They came faster and started to jog. There were sounds of a charge on the other side of the woods. The Southrons drew near.
Without a warning Falderon lunched himself at a Southron striking. Two fell dead. He faked left and ran right stabbing another and killing the fourth with his dagger. The last charged and was slain by Falderon's sword being held out. Ten remained.
There was a cry from the forest and Falderon Could see five Uruk-Hai fleeing towards him, followed closely by Galdar and Niconiel. Falderon hid behind a large rock. An Uruk-Hai ran by and he killed it grabbing its shield. He watched another fall to Galdar's sword. Turning quickly he stopped another Southron's sword with the shield. He swung high but was blocked as Niconiel dispatched another. Falderon thrust the tip of the shield through his opponent. Then seeing the bowman aiming again, at Galdar this time, he launched the shield at the bowman. The shield smashed through the bow and killed the bowman.
At the same time Galdar saw an Uruk-Hai charging Falderon. Whipping out his dagger again he stabbed a Southron and jumped to avoid a swing. Still in his jump, Galdar threw the dagger. The charging Uruk-Hai fell dead beside a startled Falderon. Niconiel dispatched another enemy as Galdar landed and engaged with the closest opponent. Galdar stabbed and fell to avoid a stab. Rolling out of the way, he rose and swiftly sliced off the Southron's head.
Falderon's sword was thrown from his hands by the solid of an Uruk- Hai. His wound was now poring blood, because of the exercise. He was getting weak. Niconiel sliced off another head as Falderon grasped his dagger. She saw his spear still living in the eye of the elephant. She grabbed it and looked around, there were no enemies near. Niconiel saw her brother slice an arm off the Uruk-Hai and leave the dagger in the enemy's side. She saw him get knocked to the ground and grope to get up. The Uruk- Hai raised its sword high.
"Craig, brother!" she called and tossed the spear to him. He caught it and was knocked down again while dodging the sword. He steadied it on the ground and as the Uruk-Hai lunged forward he dropped it. The Uruk-Hai fell on him dead. The spear lay in its throat. Niconiel killed the last Uruk-Hai and Galdar split a Southron down the middle.
Falderon painfully rolled the Uruk-Hai off of him and got up. Blood spurted from the wound. Galdar disarmed a Southron but did not have tome to finish him before another came. Niconiel killed one, so did Galdar. The unarmed one ran towards Falderon who was also disarmed.
"This one is for my beloved Mitéol," he yelled. Turning sideways he raised his leg and kicked the Southron in the chest. The enemy was stopped and winded. Falderon jumped and scissor kicked him in the face. The attacker fell. Falderon broke the Southron's neck and killed him. Falderon ran to the body of the fallen Mitéol. "She's dead," said Galdar quietly. He and Niconiel piled up the bodies of the fallen enemies and retrieved their weapons. "No, wait," said Falderon with a bit of hope in his voice. "I saw her breath." He placed his hand over her heart. There was a faint pulse but she had a bad concussion. Falderon looked around. He saw clover all over the ground. He rose and found some not covered with blood. He pulled off several stems. "Athelas," he said, "king's foil." Chewing the stems quickly, he returned to her body. He placed the chewed clover in her mouth and made her eat it. He checked her pulse again. There was none!
Falderon placed one hand firmly on her chest and the other on her head where it was bleeding, and the concussion was.
"Denalatov, las to beth nyn. Ovair nung galad. En lo nung eama galad." He spoke clearly in elvish. Falderon checked her pulse again. It was back, but very weak. He looked at the cut. Falderon could see the outline of the crack under her smooth skin disappearing. He removed his ring and placed it on her finger beside hers. This would give her strength. Both the ruby on his and the moonstone on hers were still glowing.
"Denalatov, las to beth nyn. Ovair nung galad. Mitéol, en lo nung eama galad." He repeated strongly, poring all his power, strength, and most of his immortality into her. Falderon watched as the veins in her head came together and the skin healed. All that was left was a white scar. Again he checked her heartbeat. IT beat strongly now. The clover that was left he chewed and made her eat.
Mitéol opened her eyes. She sat up and looked around. "How do you feel?" asked Galdar quietly. "Fine," she answered slowly. "But I don't remember past hearing someone call 'Elandil.' What happened?" "It is fine now, forget the past, we will soon all be safe in Middle-Earth, dear Mitéol." Falderon reached down and hugged her gently. A moment passed. A trickle of blood from Falderon fell in her hand. He collapsed his eyes closed.
No one moved for a full second. It felt to the friends like it was an eternity.
Slowly, snarling like animals, the Uruk-Hai started to advance. They stopped suddenly in mid stride. Craig didn't understand why, nether did the others. Another second passed. The Uruk-Hai were fidgeting uneasily now and slightly starting to backup. Craig felt his fingertips warming-up. He looked down. His hand was glowing red. So was Anne's. All of theirs were. The warmth spread quickly, and now their whole bodies were warm and glowing.
There was a sudden radiant flash that knocked the Uruk-Hai to the ground. They rose again, but there were no longer four, young, weak, untrained, and unarmed teenagers in front of them. Now there were two fully armed, well-trained, strong, youthful elves and two equally qualified Istari. The Uruk-Hai watched stunned as these lords and ladies from Middle Earth leapt forward with Mithril swords flashing. These warriors were: Falderon and Niconiel of Mirkwood (Craig, and Chantal) and Galdar and Mitéol (Andrew and Anne).
Falderon-Craig- was the first to reach the lings. With his long, two- handed sword he cut the head from a still stunned Uruk-Hai. Galdar-Andrew- was at his side stabbing and moving on. The Two pressed on for the strongest part of the Uruk-Hai army. The Girls leaped the other way towards the hedge. They cut down the few that lay in their way and then turned to face those who dared attack.
Galdar found himself with a few seconds free of Uruk-Hai. Taking the opportunity he returned his sword to its sheath and grabbed his Glaive. Galdar turned and striking down the oncoming enemies he returned to Falderon's side.
The boys moved away from the hedge and to the other side of the Uruk- Hai leaving a trail of bodies as the ladies took out their glaives.
The Uruk-Hai regrouped and moved to the side so that they wouldn't be attacked from two sides at once. Falderon, Galdar, Mitéol, and Niconiel met in the middle for the next charge. Falderon and Mitéol pulled out their bows as Galdar and Niconiel moved in front with their glaives.
Side by side the two archers placed arrows on their bows and waited. With a sudden cry Galdar sprang forward, Niconiel at his side. "For the Istari!" he cried. "For the Elves!" she cried.
The archers let their arrows fly. Mitéol had a second arrow on the string before the first hit. Her arrow struck right between the eyes. Falderon fired and struck in the heart. Both archers fired and killed again before Galdar and Niconiel reached the lines.
One of the Uruk-Hai at the back pulled out a horn and blew a long low note. The note was cut short when Mitéol's arrow split it. It was to late. From behind them, the two archers could hear a second horn answer.
Galdar reached the line with his glaive tip and speared an enemy. He spun and sliced the next. Together he and Niconiel with back-up help from Falderon and Mitéol drove the Uruk-Hai back to the hedge.
The Uruk-Hai could back-up no longer. Falderon shot again. Another Uruk-Hai fell. Two rushed out to overpower Galdar. On impulse Galdar leapt back to avoid a stab. Ducking to avoid another he spun and with the butt of his axe he blocked again. Galdar turned back and knocked one over. A swing from the other knocked the glaive out of his hand. Behind him the Uruk-Hai was on his feet again. Swiftly, as he jumped over sword from behind he grabbed his sword. A third Uruk-Hai came forward. Holding the sword upside- down he plunged it backwards, through the attacker. The third Uruk-Hai raised its sword. Galdar gripped the sword properly with his other hand and sliced the enemy in front of him in half. The third Uruk-Hai lunged forward and started to bring his sword down.
Falderon and Mitéol noticed at the same time and both shot. The two arrows met halfway into the Uruk-Hai's head as it thrust forward. The blow fell a foot short.
All the Uruk-Hai simultaneously charged forward surrounding the two friends. Falderon fired one last shot and turned to see who had answered on the horn. It was the Southrons and the elephant charging forward into battle.
Taking Mitéol by the arm he turned her to see the Southrons who were running as fast as they could to keep-up with the walking elephant.
Turning quickly he pulled Mitéol into the trees. He dove into some long grass. Gently he pulled her down beside him.
"What are you doing?" she asked very annoyed. "We can't just leave them. "No, I know, but you don't just charge an elephant with 40 enemies behind it! You'd be trampled." Replied Falderon quietly.
The elephant bellowed and it ran passed them. The Southrons followed without noticing. Silently Falderon rose and Mitéol followed. Slowly and without a sound, as elves (and Istari) can well do, they crept to the edge of the woods. They strung their bows. The elephant was now almost at the Uruk-Hai. The Southrons close behind it.
The two archers fired and sprang forward. Two of the Southrons at the back fell dead. Falderon and Mitéol fired at the elephant's backside to make it turn. It was now trampling through the Uruk-Hai leaving a trail of crushed bodies.
Galdar and Niconiel were staying back to back now. They were waiting for enemies to come to them and therefore they had the advantage. Only the Southrons had bows so they were safe until they arrived. Galdar grabbed his dagger. An Uruk-Hai was running forward, sword poised to come down on his head. Galdar plunged the dagger into its skull and kicked it backwards. It fell and did not rise. Reaching for his glaive Galdar looked up. He saw the elephant charging. He swung to see if he would catch an enemy off guard. They were to far.
The Southrons turned after seeing the elephant get hit. The elephant, now right in front of Galdar turned to. It trampled out another way leaving a second trail. Falderon strung another arrow to distract the elephant. As it passed the Southrons on one side he passed on the other. When it had almost reached Mitéol he fired.
Enraged by this constant annoyance he turned again. Thinking that the Southrons had fired it trampled through them. Their armour was no match of its weight so it left another trampled line.
Falderon ran lightly back to Mitéol's side. Together they ran off into the forest. Startled the Southrons looked at the Uruk-Hai and turned to follow Mitéol and Falderon.
Niconiel threw her glaive at an Uruk-Hai, killing it and the one behind it. She grabbed her sword. Galdar sprang forward two steps and swinging his glaive he struck one. It fell dead. With the butt of his glaive he knocked another to the ground. Spinning quickly he sliced off the head of another. With the back of her sword Niconiel struck an Uruk-Hai that had come between her and Galdar. She cut off the head of a second. Quickly she dove to avoid a swing from the third that separated them. Turning Galdar killed the one that Niconiel had struck as the third fell to Niconiel's sword. There were only fifteen Uruk-Hai left.
Mitéol paused inside the forest long enough to put her bow back on the quiver. Falderon did likewise. They ran to a row of large rocks piled like a short cliff. With their backs to this the stopped. Falderon pulled out a throwing knife. He only had seven arrows left. Mitéol got her glaive. She only had two arrows left.
Out of the forest twenty meters away the Southrons ran. The Elf and the Istari could hear the elephant forcing a way though the trees. Falderon's knife killed a Southron with a bow. He grabbed and threw a second. Before it had killed its target he was throwing a third, and a fourth. They were within ten meters now.
Mitéol stood glaive out. Falderon balanced his and threw it. The leader of the Southrons fell dead with the glaive still half way out of him. Falderon turned to face the oncoming enemies with his sword.
" Gil-Galad," Falderon heard from beside him as the beautiful Mitéol sprang forward, glaive shining. She ducked as an arrow flew over her head and she cut off a Southron's leg. He fell with a cry. Falderon was at Mitéol's side now and sprang on the fallen enemy, putting him out of his misery. Then stooping to get the sword of the dead Southron he slashed at the sword of a Southron trying to stab him.
Running back the ledge Falderon blocked with one sword and stabbed with the other. A Southron came in front of him and he looked in time to see a second come behind him. He raised his sword and brought it crashing down as he moved back to avoid a slash. At the same time he blocked high and thrust back. Then blocking with both swords he turned to slash with one. Jumping over a slash from in front he swung high and dropped the sword to mid high at the last second. The Southron stopped in mid swing and fell as Falderon's superior sword cut through the enemy's armour. Turning, Falderon had just enough time to duck and roll out of the way of a hard slash. He jumped up with the second sword above his head to block another slash from over him. The Elf prince swung both swords at the same time cutting the enemy in three pieces.
Falderon charged forward and stabbed the only Southron within ten meters of him. He threw the second sword at the nearest enemy and put his in its sheath. The young elf then turned and jumping, he grabbed hold of the ledge and swung up.
Mitéol charged as a few more Southrons left the forest. She could now see the elephant.
Falderon now took advantage of his new position. He gripped his bow and looked to see how many Southrons remained unfought. There was the elephant, a bowman, and thirty swordsmen. He had seven arrows, a spear, a dagger, and a sword. Falderon strung an arrow and fired as Mitéol killed two more in her charge. Arrow after arrow he fired until all his arrows had been shot. He removed his empty quiver and hung his bow on a tree to make it easier to move. Falderon stole a swift glance at the bowman who was watching Mitéol and reaching for an arrow. Mitéol had not seen him.
"Elendil!" He cried leaping from the ledge, and cutting a Southron down the middle. He hit the ground running and cut down a second Southron as he ran. The bowman was now aiming, the elephant was charging Mitéol, and there were three Southrons around her to. 'I will not be able to save her unless.'
He dove. The bowman shot. The world around him seemed to go into slow motion. Swinging his sword as he flew, he killed one of the three enemies around Mitéol. The arrow was coming fast. It bit deep into his side and stopped. Falderon cried out in pain. Blood trickled from the wound. He landed hitting his head on the foot of another Southron who turned to finish him. Mitéol killed the last of the three charging Southrons and threw her glaive.
Meeting it's mark the glaive saved Falderon but at a great cost. Falderon painfully tried to get up, but it was to late. With a great bellow the elephant struck Mitéol with its trunk. She flew headfirst into a tree. As she hit she fell limply to the ground and didn't move.
"NOOOOOOO!!! Anne!!!" screamed Falderon. Everyone froze at the cry accept Falderon. Taking up his spear, he aimed and with all his strength he threw it. Two of the Southrons beside the elephant stood motionless, just watching. The spear left his hand and flew strait into the eye of the huge animal and through it's brain. It fell dead on the still motionless men killing them. There were now fifteen swordsmen and a bowman that remained unchallenged.
Galdar and Niconiel were still back to back, now both fighting with swords. There were ten Uruk-Hai left. They heard of the Falderon leaping from the cliff and being shot. They also head the bellow of the elephant and heard the cry of Falderon's complete misery. Now they felt the ground shake from the fall of the elephant. They knew that they had to get there fast.
Still no one moved. Falderon's face no longer showed the pain of his wound. His face now showed terrible anger. Falderon reached down and snapped the arrow in his side. Then some sense came back into him. He dropped the broken arrow. The anger passed. For a moment his face showed nothing. He stooped and picked up his sword, whipped it, and placed it in the sheath. The elf knew that if he attacked in anger he would surly fall. He walked slowly over to Mitéol's beautiful body. His whole mood changed to utter sorrow.
One of the Southrons took a slow step towards him, saw the elf's face, and looked down. Kneeling beside the cold body he wept. Several minutes passed and the elf prince still held her body. Then the sound of the battle on the other side of the woods came to them.
Slowly and sympathetically the bowman strung an arrow. Falderon heard the bow being pulled back. His expression didn't change but now he was alert and ready to take up his sword again. There was a twang and Falderon leaped sideways. The arrow stood shaking where Falderon had knelt.
Slowly Falderon rose, and drew his sword. Blood now covered the grass and all of Falderon's side. Tears still lay in his eyes. Five close Southrons started to move towards the mesmerized elf. Still he didn't move. They came faster and started to jog. There were sounds of a charge on the other side of the woods. The Southrons drew near.
Without a warning Falderon lunched himself at a Southron striking. Two fell dead. He faked left and ran right stabbing another and killing the fourth with his dagger. The last charged and was slain by Falderon's sword being held out. Ten remained.
There was a cry from the forest and Falderon Could see five Uruk-Hai fleeing towards him, followed closely by Galdar and Niconiel. Falderon hid behind a large rock. An Uruk-Hai ran by and he killed it grabbing its shield. He watched another fall to Galdar's sword. Turning quickly he stopped another Southron's sword with the shield. He swung high but was blocked as Niconiel dispatched another. Falderon thrust the tip of the shield through his opponent. Then seeing the bowman aiming again, at Galdar this time, he launched the shield at the bowman. The shield smashed through the bow and killed the bowman.
At the same time Galdar saw an Uruk-Hai charging Falderon. Whipping out his dagger again he stabbed a Southron and jumped to avoid a swing. Still in his jump, Galdar threw the dagger. The charging Uruk-Hai fell dead beside a startled Falderon. Niconiel dispatched another enemy as Galdar landed and engaged with the closest opponent. Galdar stabbed and fell to avoid a stab. Rolling out of the way, he rose and swiftly sliced off the Southron's head.
Falderon's sword was thrown from his hands by the solid of an Uruk- Hai. His wound was now poring blood, because of the exercise. He was getting weak. Niconiel sliced off another head as Falderon grasped his dagger. She saw his spear still living in the eye of the elephant. She grabbed it and looked around, there were no enemies near. Niconiel saw her brother slice an arm off the Uruk-Hai and leave the dagger in the enemy's side. She saw him get knocked to the ground and grope to get up. The Uruk- Hai raised its sword high.
"Craig, brother!" she called and tossed the spear to him. He caught it and was knocked down again while dodging the sword. He steadied it on the ground and as the Uruk-Hai lunged forward he dropped it. The Uruk-Hai fell on him dead. The spear lay in its throat. Niconiel killed the last Uruk-Hai and Galdar split a Southron down the middle.
Falderon painfully rolled the Uruk-Hai off of him and got up. Blood spurted from the wound. Galdar disarmed a Southron but did not have tome to finish him before another came. Niconiel killed one, so did Galdar. The unarmed one ran towards Falderon who was also disarmed.
"This one is for my beloved Mitéol," he yelled. Turning sideways he raised his leg and kicked the Southron in the chest. The enemy was stopped and winded. Falderon jumped and scissor kicked him in the face. The attacker fell. Falderon broke the Southron's neck and killed him. Falderon ran to the body of the fallen Mitéol. "She's dead," said Galdar quietly. He and Niconiel piled up the bodies of the fallen enemies and retrieved their weapons. "No, wait," said Falderon with a bit of hope in his voice. "I saw her breath." He placed his hand over her heart. There was a faint pulse but she had a bad concussion. Falderon looked around. He saw clover all over the ground. He rose and found some not covered with blood. He pulled off several stems. "Athelas," he said, "king's foil." Chewing the stems quickly, he returned to her body. He placed the chewed clover in her mouth and made her eat it. He checked her pulse again. There was none!
Falderon placed one hand firmly on her chest and the other on her head where it was bleeding, and the concussion was.
"Denalatov, las to beth nyn. Ovair nung galad. En lo nung eama galad." He spoke clearly in elvish. Falderon checked her pulse again. It was back, but very weak. He looked at the cut. Falderon could see the outline of the crack under her smooth skin disappearing. He removed his ring and placed it on her finger beside hers. This would give her strength. Both the ruby on his and the moonstone on hers were still glowing.
"Denalatov, las to beth nyn. Ovair nung galad. Mitéol, en lo nung eama galad." He repeated strongly, poring all his power, strength, and most of his immortality into her. Falderon watched as the veins in her head came together and the skin healed. All that was left was a white scar. Again he checked her heartbeat. IT beat strongly now. The clover that was left he chewed and made her eat.
Mitéol opened her eyes. She sat up and looked around. "How do you feel?" asked Galdar quietly. "Fine," she answered slowly. "But I don't remember past hearing someone call 'Elandil.' What happened?" "It is fine now, forget the past, we will soon all be safe in Middle-Earth, dear Mitéol." Falderon reached down and hugged her gently. A moment passed. A trickle of blood from Falderon fell in her hand. He collapsed his eyes closed.