This is the last chapter (I know, this story was short, but I can't have
any time paradoxes!) So please review on what you think of the story. Love
you all!
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"What are you doing here, Eolande?" Roland said not even looking at her.
"How many times have I bled for you? How many times have I cried for you, not knowing your cruel nature? Don't you know you cannot kill love, even with a sword?"
"Love? Who said anything about love?" Roland kept his left hand up, making sure that Boromir would not break off from the spell, and then he raised his right hand, and threw a fireball at Eolande. She didn't move, and the fireball whizzed past her head, singeing her dark hair. Sam noticed a change in her. No longer did her eyes sparkle like a lovesick puppy, they shone, yes, but with a hate.
"I never said it was you I loved." Eolande's voice rose at the end of the sentence and Roland finally looked at her, startled. Ellian also looked shocked. Aragorn took this chance and grabbed Roland's left arm and twisted it backward. The light flickered and Boromir's eyes became, as they were once before, alive and energetic. In one swift move, Roland twisted his arm back into a position where he was able to throw Aragorn back. Aragorn landed with expertise and charged again. The rest of the army became confused. They were fighting each other. Legolas quickly drew a bow from his quiver and shot one at Roland. Roland threw a hand up and the arrow stopped inches from his palm. He flicked it away as if it was a fly.
Boromir was bemused but was able to see the Hobbits from afar. He chopped his way to them and kept the soldiers a good distance away from the Hobbits who also drew their swords, just in case. Ellian watched his army slaughter themselves and tried to take it all in. Maybe this would be the end, the end of living forever in this world war. Maybe if the palace of Celythian fell, Sefeal would take over and maybe everyone would rest in peace. There were a lot of screams, screams of men who were his friends. But one scream irked him; it was a woman's scream. "Eolande!"
Roland had gotten away from Aragorn long enough to grab Eolande. He had he by the throat and was squeezing. Her screams were gone and now she was puling at his hands, clawing him, trying to make him let go. Her vision spun and spun until the world became dizzy. But there was one thing she could see clearly, and that was the ring bouncing on Roland's chest. Maybe she could get rid off this all, all the pain and suffering. Her hands ripped the chain off, leaving cuts along Roland's neck. Before Roland could respond, The Ring was flung across the room and smacked Frodo's cheek. Now, maybe they can run. "Forgive me for all the pain I've caused you, little ones," she whispered and knew no more.
There was a stinging on Frodo's cheek as he thrusted his sword into a man's knee. His hand flew to his cheek as a reflex and once again, the Ring was in his hands. "Aragorn! We've got it, let us go now!" Frodo yelled.
Aragorn couldn't catch up to Roland. Roland seemed inhuman, like a demon. He tried hard, so hard, but he heard the crack of the girl's neck and he knew that there was nothing he could do. Over the noise, he heard Frodo's voice. He turned and saw everyone, including Boromir, next to the door yelling for him. He pushed through the crowd to the fellowship. They ran through the door, thinking it was all over. But they didn't see the black figure that was chasing them. Only ten miles away now, the army off Sefeal kept pushing forward.
Ellian cried out and knelt over Eolande's limp body. Her head was bent in an unnaturally sick way and her eyes were glazed over. He couldn't force himself to touch her pale face. "E-Eolande? Please, don't go, not now, I've never told you how I've felt about you." He clutched her now, ignoring the fact that she was gone, and she didn't have Roland to sell her soul to so she could live, like Ellian did. He felt the tears coming. "You never know what you have until it's gone," he whispered.
The whole Company sprinted to the cliffs, Boromir holding Merry and Pippin in his arms and Aragorn held Frodo on his back and Sam in his arms. Even Legolas was carrying Gimli, even though the dwarf had protested. All of the sudden, Legolas and Gimli dropped out of sight in the high grass. Aragorn yelled for everyone to stop and look. They were nowhere in sight.
Back a little ways; Legolas had heard the soft footsteps of evil embodied. The darkness was drawn completely out of Roland and he was no longer human. Those who have power, crave more. And those who taste unlimited power become addicted and that addiction is impossible to break. The creature that stood up from the grass wasn't Roland it was a devil. The crystallized blue eyes were no more. In their place were black orbs, orbs that went on forever. A mutation of a smile formed on a face that used to be human. The monster raised his hands, and a black ball formed, almost sucking light into it. Legolas didn't see while this thing needed the Ring. It was already evil enough. The ground rumbled under their feet and the sphere popped. The monster looked across the plains and saw the thousands of Sefeals marching ever-so-closer. The monster looked at the two with pure hate and it melted into the ground, the form of the clothes held its shape for a moment, then fluttered to the grass. The army of Sefeal stopped in front of the two with their spears at ready. The general stepped forward and spoke in fluent elvish. "Where is the Dark Man?"
Gimli stood next to Legolas, catching bits and bobs, trying to understand it all. "Gone, to where is beyond my knowledge."
The General's eyes scanned Legolas and he smiled. "I thank you for your help." The army was gone in a flash and Legolas and Gimli were left alone. Unbeknownst to Legolas, that General read his unconscious part of his mind and was able to pinpoint how the Man got away. And the Army would be too late to get the Dark Man again. Aragorn showed up moments later, with the Company behind him, gasping for air.
"What happened?"
Legolas looked back to the palace of Celythian, and saw Ellian on the roof with his love in his arms, crying. The tears shone like stars. As if Ellian knew Legolas was watching, he looked at Legolas, who was far away, and whispered, "I thank you people for getting rid of the dark man, we'll live in peace now." Slowly, the boy faded, with his love in his arms and Legolas smiled.
"The Dark Man is gone from this world." Legolas said as if it was to explain everything. Aragorn was about to ask for more but Legolas held up a hand and silenced him. "That is all I can say, right Gimli?"
"You're correct for once, elf," agreed Gimli.
As Company headed for Lothlorien, a man woke up in a forest with no memories. The smell of death filled his nostrils and he stood up and saw in a clearing a battle with dying people. The Dark Man smiled and remembered his name. Lucifer to some, the Devil to others, but to the Company he was Roland Valentyne. The Dark Man bent over a dying boy with a smile on his face. "Let's make a deal and maybe you'll live."
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Okay! The story is done! So what do you think? There's no paradox so you can't hurt me about that! Did anything confuse you? Did I portray the characters all correctly? Hehe, I put more Legolas in for lil*bee! Thank you to all the people who read and all who didn't flame and all who reviewed! Thank you Heartsings, Daughter of Olorin, shadow975 and lil*bee! Also, I noticed a mistake in the earlier chapters, I wrote that Boromir was the heir of Gondor, what I meant was heir to the Steward. So don't hurt me!
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"What are you doing here, Eolande?" Roland said not even looking at her.
"How many times have I bled for you? How many times have I cried for you, not knowing your cruel nature? Don't you know you cannot kill love, even with a sword?"
"Love? Who said anything about love?" Roland kept his left hand up, making sure that Boromir would not break off from the spell, and then he raised his right hand, and threw a fireball at Eolande. She didn't move, and the fireball whizzed past her head, singeing her dark hair. Sam noticed a change in her. No longer did her eyes sparkle like a lovesick puppy, they shone, yes, but with a hate.
"I never said it was you I loved." Eolande's voice rose at the end of the sentence and Roland finally looked at her, startled. Ellian also looked shocked. Aragorn took this chance and grabbed Roland's left arm and twisted it backward. The light flickered and Boromir's eyes became, as they were once before, alive and energetic. In one swift move, Roland twisted his arm back into a position where he was able to throw Aragorn back. Aragorn landed with expertise and charged again. The rest of the army became confused. They were fighting each other. Legolas quickly drew a bow from his quiver and shot one at Roland. Roland threw a hand up and the arrow stopped inches from his palm. He flicked it away as if it was a fly.
Boromir was bemused but was able to see the Hobbits from afar. He chopped his way to them and kept the soldiers a good distance away from the Hobbits who also drew their swords, just in case. Ellian watched his army slaughter themselves and tried to take it all in. Maybe this would be the end, the end of living forever in this world war. Maybe if the palace of Celythian fell, Sefeal would take over and maybe everyone would rest in peace. There were a lot of screams, screams of men who were his friends. But one scream irked him; it was a woman's scream. "Eolande!"
Roland had gotten away from Aragorn long enough to grab Eolande. He had he by the throat and was squeezing. Her screams were gone and now she was puling at his hands, clawing him, trying to make him let go. Her vision spun and spun until the world became dizzy. But there was one thing she could see clearly, and that was the ring bouncing on Roland's chest. Maybe she could get rid off this all, all the pain and suffering. Her hands ripped the chain off, leaving cuts along Roland's neck. Before Roland could respond, The Ring was flung across the room and smacked Frodo's cheek. Now, maybe they can run. "Forgive me for all the pain I've caused you, little ones," she whispered and knew no more.
There was a stinging on Frodo's cheek as he thrusted his sword into a man's knee. His hand flew to his cheek as a reflex and once again, the Ring was in his hands. "Aragorn! We've got it, let us go now!" Frodo yelled.
Aragorn couldn't catch up to Roland. Roland seemed inhuman, like a demon. He tried hard, so hard, but he heard the crack of the girl's neck and he knew that there was nothing he could do. Over the noise, he heard Frodo's voice. He turned and saw everyone, including Boromir, next to the door yelling for him. He pushed through the crowd to the fellowship. They ran through the door, thinking it was all over. But they didn't see the black figure that was chasing them. Only ten miles away now, the army off Sefeal kept pushing forward.
Ellian cried out and knelt over Eolande's limp body. Her head was bent in an unnaturally sick way and her eyes were glazed over. He couldn't force himself to touch her pale face. "E-Eolande? Please, don't go, not now, I've never told you how I've felt about you." He clutched her now, ignoring the fact that she was gone, and she didn't have Roland to sell her soul to so she could live, like Ellian did. He felt the tears coming. "You never know what you have until it's gone," he whispered.
The whole Company sprinted to the cliffs, Boromir holding Merry and Pippin in his arms and Aragorn held Frodo on his back and Sam in his arms. Even Legolas was carrying Gimli, even though the dwarf had protested. All of the sudden, Legolas and Gimli dropped out of sight in the high grass. Aragorn yelled for everyone to stop and look. They were nowhere in sight.
Back a little ways; Legolas had heard the soft footsteps of evil embodied. The darkness was drawn completely out of Roland and he was no longer human. Those who have power, crave more. And those who taste unlimited power become addicted and that addiction is impossible to break. The creature that stood up from the grass wasn't Roland it was a devil. The crystallized blue eyes were no more. In their place were black orbs, orbs that went on forever. A mutation of a smile formed on a face that used to be human. The monster raised his hands, and a black ball formed, almost sucking light into it. Legolas didn't see while this thing needed the Ring. It was already evil enough. The ground rumbled under their feet and the sphere popped. The monster looked across the plains and saw the thousands of Sefeals marching ever-so-closer. The monster looked at the two with pure hate and it melted into the ground, the form of the clothes held its shape for a moment, then fluttered to the grass. The army of Sefeal stopped in front of the two with their spears at ready. The general stepped forward and spoke in fluent elvish. "Where is the Dark Man?"
Gimli stood next to Legolas, catching bits and bobs, trying to understand it all. "Gone, to where is beyond my knowledge."
The General's eyes scanned Legolas and he smiled. "I thank you for your help." The army was gone in a flash and Legolas and Gimli were left alone. Unbeknownst to Legolas, that General read his unconscious part of his mind and was able to pinpoint how the Man got away. And the Army would be too late to get the Dark Man again. Aragorn showed up moments later, with the Company behind him, gasping for air.
"What happened?"
Legolas looked back to the palace of Celythian, and saw Ellian on the roof with his love in his arms, crying. The tears shone like stars. As if Ellian knew Legolas was watching, he looked at Legolas, who was far away, and whispered, "I thank you people for getting rid of the dark man, we'll live in peace now." Slowly, the boy faded, with his love in his arms and Legolas smiled.
"The Dark Man is gone from this world." Legolas said as if it was to explain everything. Aragorn was about to ask for more but Legolas held up a hand and silenced him. "That is all I can say, right Gimli?"
"You're correct for once, elf," agreed Gimli.
As Company headed for Lothlorien, a man woke up in a forest with no memories. The smell of death filled his nostrils and he stood up and saw in a clearing a battle with dying people. The Dark Man smiled and remembered his name. Lucifer to some, the Devil to others, but to the Company he was Roland Valentyne. The Dark Man bent over a dying boy with a smile on his face. "Let's make a deal and maybe you'll live."
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Okay! The story is done! So what do you think? There's no paradox so you can't hurt me about that! Did anything confuse you? Did I portray the characters all correctly? Hehe, I put more Legolas in for lil*bee! Thank you to all the people who read and all who didn't flame and all who reviewed! Thank you Heartsings, Daughter of Olorin, shadow975 and lil*bee! Also, I noticed a mistake in the earlier chapters, I wrote that Boromir was the heir of Gondor, what I meant was heir to the Steward. So don't hurt me!