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Loss Comes Two Fold - Part Two
Corruption
Chapter Eight -
**
The world around me shrinks and all I can see is the white magnificence of one small piece of metal.
This piece of metal is in the hands of the Dark Lord. Sauron.
I cannot even begin to imagine how he came to be here.
All I can see is a white light and a tunnel of darkness; all I can hear is the quickness of my breath and the faint beating of my heart.
Why can't I move? All I can feel is fear, yet I am unable to shift.
The light moves and my spellbound eyes follow.
Suddenly, it is getting closer, closer, closer..
It is going to hit me.. Will this kill me?
The shard is speeding towards me and I am powerless to stop it.
It seems to pause in front of me, inches from my chest, as if waiting for a final command.
It is given. I am to die.
**
Elrond reacted too slowly for his own liking, and he cursed himself long after the fact for being for slow.
He realised a little too late that this shard intended to kill. He cried out and pushed Arwen aside, the shard barely missing her heart and piercing her shoulder.
Arwen whimpered in shock and fell to the ground, blood spilling from her wound to the floor. The shard continued to travel, ripping through her and smashing a delicate vase behind her.
Arwen lay gasping on the floor, the spell that held her broken.
Galadriel stood by Arwen, her head bowed in shame.
"I am sorry, I should have been able to stop him." She said quietly. Elrond fell to his knees beside Arwen and lifted her carefully off the carpet.
"She will live." He grunted, his voice strained.
Galadriel nodded.
"I will take my leave," She said, looking at where Sauron lounged, an amused smile on his face.
Galadriel started at the sight of Sauron's face, it was the face of an Elf.
"You are no Elf." She spat angrily, striding towards him. She was furious at this show of illusion.
Sauron grinned, his face changing again.
Celeborns face stared out at Galadriel.
"Of course not. But one has to fit in with his surroundings." Sauron said, gesturing around him.
Elrond lifted Arwen as carefully as he could and carried her out of the room, giving one final glance in Galadriel's direction.
Sauron sighed and jumped to his feet, grabbing Galadriel's arm.
"Come, my lady." He said smoothly, still with Celeborns face, and his voice.
"We have place to be, people to meet."
Galadriel pulled away and walked alone, sighing bitterly as she went.
"Yes, but you forgot 'people to kill'" She hissed.
**
Two scouts rode ahead of the column that was making its way to Helm's Deep. They laughed and joked about the possibility of Helm's Deep falling to the enemy. In their view, this was impossible.
While they jested, they failed to notice a Warg and its rider on the rocky ridge above them. The Warg rider seemed to wait, watching the two first, before urging his steed down the ridge to attack them.
The scout cried out in horror and surprise. One drew his sword and hacked at the Warg's neck, hoping to inflict some kind of injury, but the Warg rounded on him, nearly unseating his rider and bit into the scouts' horse.
The horse screamed and reared up, trying to fend off this creature of horror, but the Warg kept its bite and pulled the horse down.
The scout that had been riding it fell from the horse, his sword arm pinning under him.
As he struggled to remove his sword from his sheath, he heard a gasp and the swish of an arrow being fired.
Behind him, Legolas came running up, another arrow notched and fired before the scout could blink.
Legolas whipped one of his elvish knives and forced it into the Wargs' neck, driving the life out of it.
He pulled the scout roughly to his feet, and then ran back to the column.
"A scout!" He called to Aragorn.
Aragorn rode ahead, seeing the Warg and its rider ahead. Both were dead.
"Wargs!" He cried back to King Theoden. "We are under attack!"
Legolas stayed upon the hill, and his eyes widened in brief horror at the sheer numbers swarming over the hill. He aimed and shot as many arrows as he could, but the sight of a horse among the Warg's caused him to pause.
Seated upon the horse was a rider dressed completely in black. The horse trotted slowly, and as it drew nearer, he saw a flash of white.
Legolas recognised the figure in black from his dreams and he had loosened off four arrows before he even realised what he was doing.
He watched the arrows as they travelled towards the rider, picking up speed on the way.
He smiled a grim smile at the thought of the rider being knocked off his horse, but before they even neared the horse and rider, the arrows curved away, as if a wind had blown them off course.
Legolas didn't have time to curse as in no time at all, the arrows were speeding back towards him, all aiming for his heart.
With hands that moved quicker than sight, Legolas plucked the arrows from the air before they had time to do him any damage and tucked them away in his quiver.
He then turned, and mounted a horse that was nearly upon him, a confused look on his face.
As Aragorn rode over the hill, the two sides clashed together, both rider and steed falling from the first impact.
Both sides were immediately engaged in a bloody battle. Many fell before they had chance to inflict any type of wound upon their enemy.
Aragorn saw one rider that rode, unharmed. Any Rohan Warrior that tried to go near the horse and rider was turned away roughly, almost as if a giant, unseen hand was turning them away.
Aragorn made for the rider, seeing a flash of white light in his hand.
As he rode closer, he became aware of someone riding towards him on his right. They were going to hit each other. He steered his horse away angrily and saw that the rider was an Elf.
**
I knew Sauron wouldn't notice if I slipped away from him while he attacked the Rohirrim. He would be to busy concentrating on how he planned to kill Arwen's Aragorn.
I curse my dress; I would be able to ride much easier if I had been wearing something else. Instead, I have pulled it right up so I can sit naturally.
I have seen Aragorn and know he is under Sauron's spell already. He is riding towards him with grim determination set on him face.
I steered him off his course, forcing him away from Sauron. I follow him, watching his every move, not caring if anyone recognises me.
I already know young Legolas has seen me, and from the look on his face I know he can't believe his eyes.
Sauron picks the piece of Narsil and blows on it, again. This is looking all too familiar. I ride towards Aragorn harder, and jump nimbly from my horse and land on his, right behind Aragorn.
Aragorn turns around, leading the horse, unintentionally, back towards Sauron.
"Lady?!" He says in disbelief. I don't have time for explanations; I can already see the shard speeding towards Aragorns back.
I force him from the horse and jump off, barely missing the shard as it rushes past.
The shard stops in midair and turns, falling back towards Aragorn with surprising speed.
I push Aragorn down to the ground and the shard hits my unprotected back.
I look down to see a patch of red blossoming from my chest and see the shard speed out of me and into the ground.
I think I am dead.
**
Aragorn caught Galadriel before she could fall and cursed in pain and shock when he saw the blood on her dress.
He turned to where Sauron was seated.
Sauron was obviously livid with rage as he killed one of the Warg Riders in his anger.
He then raised his hand and closed his fingers slowly as if pulling something from the air.
Behind Aragorn, the shard unburied itself from the ground, shot through Galadriels chest and back into Sauron's hand.
Hearing a loud gasp, he looked down to find Galadriel alive and gripping her chest, fear in her clear blue eyes.
**
Why is it that everytime I try to kill someone, something happens? The only successful murder I have committed so far is of that stupid Elf, Celeborn.
The most recent time was very dangerous indeed. The White Lady eluded me and somehow got herself between the shard and Aragorn.
I was only just able to save her, as the elf's immortality was trying one last time to fix the wound.
I will kill that man, and his wife-to-be. Even if it's the last thing I'll do.
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Yay, another chapter. I didn't end up killing Arwen; I didn't feel like writing out another death scene, so I chopped that idea.
Please R&R!
Loss Comes Two Fold - Part Two
Corruption
Chapter Eight -
**
The world around me shrinks and all I can see is the white magnificence of one small piece of metal.
This piece of metal is in the hands of the Dark Lord. Sauron.
I cannot even begin to imagine how he came to be here.
All I can see is a white light and a tunnel of darkness; all I can hear is the quickness of my breath and the faint beating of my heart.
Why can't I move? All I can feel is fear, yet I am unable to shift.
The light moves and my spellbound eyes follow.
Suddenly, it is getting closer, closer, closer..
It is going to hit me.. Will this kill me?
The shard is speeding towards me and I am powerless to stop it.
It seems to pause in front of me, inches from my chest, as if waiting for a final command.
It is given. I am to die.
**
Elrond reacted too slowly for his own liking, and he cursed himself long after the fact for being for slow.
He realised a little too late that this shard intended to kill. He cried out and pushed Arwen aside, the shard barely missing her heart and piercing her shoulder.
Arwen whimpered in shock and fell to the ground, blood spilling from her wound to the floor. The shard continued to travel, ripping through her and smashing a delicate vase behind her.
Arwen lay gasping on the floor, the spell that held her broken.
Galadriel stood by Arwen, her head bowed in shame.
"I am sorry, I should have been able to stop him." She said quietly. Elrond fell to his knees beside Arwen and lifted her carefully off the carpet.
"She will live." He grunted, his voice strained.
Galadriel nodded.
"I will take my leave," She said, looking at where Sauron lounged, an amused smile on his face.
Galadriel started at the sight of Sauron's face, it was the face of an Elf.
"You are no Elf." She spat angrily, striding towards him. She was furious at this show of illusion.
Sauron grinned, his face changing again.
Celeborns face stared out at Galadriel.
"Of course not. But one has to fit in with his surroundings." Sauron said, gesturing around him.
Elrond lifted Arwen as carefully as he could and carried her out of the room, giving one final glance in Galadriel's direction.
Sauron sighed and jumped to his feet, grabbing Galadriel's arm.
"Come, my lady." He said smoothly, still with Celeborns face, and his voice.
"We have place to be, people to meet."
Galadriel pulled away and walked alone, sighing bitterly as she went.
"Yes, but you forgot 'people to kill'" She hissed.
**
Two scouts rode ahead of the column that was making its way to Helm's Deep. They laughed and joked about the possibility of Helm's Deep falling to the enemy. In their view, this was impossible.
While they jested, they failed to notice a Warg and its rider on the rocky ridge above them. The Warg rider seemed to wait, watching the two first, before urging his steed down the ridge to attack them.
The scout cried out in horror and surprise. One drew his sword and hacked at the Warg's neck, hoping to inflict some kind of injury, but the Warg rounded on him, nearly unseating his rider and bit into the scouts' horse.
The horse screamed and reared up, trying to fend off this creature of horror, but the Warg kept its bite and pulled the horse down.
The scout that had been riding it fell from the horse, his sword arm pinning under him.
As he struggled to remove his sword from his sheath, he heard a gasp and the swish of an arrow being fired.
Behind him, Legolas came running up, another arrow notched and fired before the scout could blink.
Legolas whipped one of his elvish knives and forced it into the Wargs' neck, driving the life out of it.
He pulled the scout roughly to his feet, and then ran back to the column.
"A scout!" He called to Aragorn.
Aragorn rode ahead, seeing the Warg and its rider ahead. Both were dead.
"Wargs!" He cried back to King Theoden. "We are under attack!"
Legolas stayed upon the hill, and his eyes widened in brief horror at the sheer numbers swarming over the hill. He aimed and shot as many arrows as he could, but the sight of a horse among the Warg's caused him to pause.
Seated upon the horse was a rider dressed completely in black. The horse trotted slowly, and as it drew nearer, he saw a flash of white.
Legolas recognised the figure in black from his dreams and he had loosened off four arrows before he even realised what he was doing.
He watched the arrows as they travelled towards the rider, picking up speed on the way.
He smiled a grim smile at the thought of the rider being knocked off his horse, but before they even neared the horse and rider, the arrows curved away, as if a wind had blown them off course.
Legolas didn't have time to curse as in no time at all, the arrows were speeding back towards him, all aiming for his heart.
With hands that moved quicker than sight, Legolas plucked the arrows from the air before they had time to do him any damage and tucked them away in his quiver.
He then turned, and mounted a horse that was nearly upon him, a confused look on his face.
As Aragorn rode over the hill, the two sides clashed together, both rider and steed falling from the first impact.
Both sides were immediately engaged in a bloody battle. Many fell before they had chance to inflict any type of wound upon their enemy.
Aragorn saw one rider that rode, unharmed. Any Rohan Warrior that tried to go near the horse and rider was turned away roughly, almost as if a giant, unseen hand was turning them away.
Aragorn made for the rider, seeing a flash of white light in his hand.
As he rode closer, he became aware of someone riding towards him on his right. They were going to hit each other. He steered his horse away angrily and saw that the rider was an Elf.
**
I knew Sauron wouldn't notice if I slipped away from him while he attacked the Rohirrim. He would be to busy concentrating on how he planned to kill Arwen's Aragorn.
I curse my dress; I would be able to ride much easier if I had been wearing something else. Instead, I have pulled it right up so I can sit naturally.
I have seen Aragorn and know he is under Sauron's spell already. He is riding towards him with grim determination set on him face.
I steered him off his course, forcing him away from Sauron. I follow him, watching his every move, not caring if anyone recognises me.
I already know young Legolas has seen me, and from the look on his face I know he can't believe his eyes.
Sauron picks the piece of Narsil and blows on it, again. This is looking all too familiar. I ride towards Aragorn harder, and jump nimbly from my horse and land on his, right behind Aragorn.
Aragorn turns around, leading the horse, unintentionally, back towards Sauron.
"Lady?!" He says in disbelief. I don't have time for explanations; I can already see the shard speeding towards Aragorns back.
I force him from the horse and jump off, barely missing the shard as it rushes past.
The shard stops in midair and turns, falling back towards Aragorn with surprising speed.
I push Aragorn down to the ground and the shard hits my unprotected back.
I look down to see a patch of red blossoming from my chest and see the shard speed out of me and into the ground.
I think I am dead.
**
Aragorn caught Galadriel before she could fall and cursed in pain and shock when he saw the blood on her dress.
He turned to where Sauron was seated.
Sauron was obviously livid with rage as he killed one of the Warg Riders in his anger.
He then raised his hand and closed his fingers slowly as if pulling something from the air.
Behind Aragorn, the shard unburied itself from the ground, shot through Galadriels chest and back into Sauron's hand.
Hearing a loud gasp, he looked down to find Galadriel alive and gripping her chest, fear in her clear blue eyes.
**
Why is it that everytime I try to kill someone, something happens? The only successful murder I have committed so far is of that stupid Elf, Celeborn.
The most recent time was very dangerous indeed. The White Lady eluded me and somehow got herself between the shard and Aragorn.
I was only just able to save her, as the elf's immortality was trying one last time to fix the wound.
I will kill that man, and his wife-to-be. Even if it's the last thing I'll do.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Yay, another chapter. I didn't end up killing Arwen; I didn't feel like writing out another death scene, so I chopped that idea.
Please R&R!