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Chapter Six
She ran out of the Citadel just as Anarvende was coming to her, she leapt upon the mares back and ran to where she could see an obvious commotion. As she has assumed there was the Half-Orc on the back of a blood- mare, terrorizing the people and setting fire to all he could with the torch in his right hand. She saw the guards who were supposed to be protecting the people flee in terror with the evil he emanated and she was Legolas and her Lord Aragorn and the small Dwarf named Gimli trying there hardest to face their terror. Legolas fired his bow but the arrow fell to the ground at the last moment as if there were some hidden wall between the Half-Orc and the arrow.
Angrily she pulled an arrow from her quiver and notched it in her bow. He still had not taken any notice of her as he was enjoying ravaging the City of Men far too much. She pulled the string back to her ear and took aim at the hand holding the torch. She released the string and the phoenix feather-tipped arrow found its mark in the Half-Orcs wrist.
He screamed in anger and plucked the arrow out of his wrist, looking around for the Man who had pierced his flesh until his eyes fell on the immortal Elf on the back of a golden horse still holding her bow. He smiled in malice and nudged the blood-mare forward at a slow walk towards Honora. The people between them quickly scurried out of the Half-Orcs way until he finally stood before her.
"Hello, Brother."
The Half-Orc smiled evilly at her as the people around them gasped in horror at the announcement of their relation. "The pleasure is mine, Sister. Still protecting these simple minded creatures."
"What are you doing here, Kirok?" She demanded, ignoring his ignorant question.
"Looking for you, of course. Haven't you guessed by now that I will continue to hunt you until you are turned? I figured since you've been banished from all the Elvish realms the Men would be next. You wouldn't go to the Dwarves unless they were the last possible choice. And of course you would cling to a member of the royalty of Men. So here I am, and so are you." He explained and caressed a clawed finger across her cheek.
She inwardly recoiled, but on the outside she showed him no emotion. "I will not turn, so you are wasting your time. Not even by the worst torture you could dream of would I join you." She said determinedly.
"I can dream of some pretty gruesome tortures. Things a beautiful Elf like you would rather die than go through. Worse than the injuries I gave you in the South." He said menacingly as he withdrew his finger.
"Anarvende! Nor vanwie i ando!" (Anarvende! Ride past the gates!) She said, ignoring his comment. She knew he would follow her. As she rode past she saw Legolas watching her with a look of worry on his face. He felt helpless, she knew.
Once she had ridden past the gates she continued into the clearing before the city, still devastated with the effects of the war against Mordor. She turned to face her brother sorrowfully for she knew this time she could not let him live. There was no hope left in saving him, he could only cause more menace and pain now.
"I'm going to kill you this time, Kirok." She said as he stopped almost five fathoms away, a safe enough distance. "This seems like a place you would like to die at. In the destruction and filth of battle." She withdrew another phoenix feather-tipped arrow and notched it into her bow. She pulled the string back.
"Honora. Lotesse qualme tulin linte." (May death come swiftly.) He called. She paused in confusion and hesitated. Perhaps there was still hope, perhaps he could still be saved.
Kirok smirked and charged towards her, drawing his swords has he did. She barely had time to make Anarvende move before he reached her and with a wide sweeping slash cut open a gash on her arm. She looked down at her arm and smiled.
"You have never drawn my blood before, Kirok. What will happen when it drips to the ground? Shall we find out? Or shall I kill you myself?" She asked prophetically.
"Kill me yourself, if you can. Draw to you no aid, we will see who is indeed stronger." Kirok challenged.
"Then I must bind my arm." She said and put the arrow back in his quiver and the bow over her shoulder. She tore a strip off of her cloak and wrapped it tightly around the would so her blood would not fall. Then she drew two long-handled knives from their sheaths behind her back and readied herself for battle. "Today you will die by the blades of Ulor, our brother that you murdered. May he be avenged." She linked her mind to Anarvende and together they moved as one. She charged forward, wielding the twin blades with deadly skill.
To the onlookers in the city it looked like a sparring match but to the participants it was as real and as deadly as ever. She charged past him slashing open his arm as he had done to her. She felt no pain in her wound, and she knew he felt no pain in his. They had not been created to feel pain.
"We are even now." Kirok said as he turned to face her.
"We are far from finished, Kirok! One of us must lye dead first." She said as she stopped Anarverde ten fathoms away.
"Then this is to be a battle to the death and not to the turning?" He asked in mock surprise.
"A battle to the turning would take eternity. This ends today." She said and quickly drew her bow and arrow. She caught him in the left of his chest but he did not even move. "I forgot, you do not have a heart."
He smirked and charged her again but Anarvende was a much faster runner than Kirok's blood-mare and she tauntingly ran out of Kirok's range. She drew another arrow and this time it pierced his throat. He paused for a moment to pull it out before looking at her in pain. For a moment she saw the old Kirok she had grown up with. The one she had pushed into the river and then blamed it on Ulor to get out of trouble with. The one who had given her comfort when her adopted mother had died. It was gone in a second and replaced with burning hateful malice.
She drew a deep breath and charged forward, determined to finish what she had started. She angrily slashed at his neck at she rode past, she knew she had beheaded him. She knew he was dead. She closed her eyes from the sight of her murdered brother and wept once more. She had killed her brother. Finally, after a thousand years, he would torment her no longer.
Honora tiredly put Ulor's twin blades back into their sheaths. She looked down and saw her blouse and cloak were soaked with blood. She realized with some confusion that Kirok must have struck her with his sword as she had beheaded him. She put her fingers gently to the wound and only then felt a great stab of pain in her side. She gasped and clutched her hands to it to stop the bleeding as she slid off Anarvende's back. She sank to the ground and pulled off her cloak to use as a bandage.
Anarvende gave a soft nudge to her cheek and quickly galloped away to the city. Honora knew her faithful mare would return with help but who she brought back was surprising. Instead of Faramir, as she had suspected, Legolas rode upon Anarvende's golden back to help her some minutes later.
She watched as he gracefully jumped from Anarvende's back and dropped to his knees beside her. "Are you alright, Honora?"
"Mi i sinta lu." (In a short time.) She said in a soft voice and closed her eyes, gently resting in his arms.
" Lotesse i Valar varya elye." (May the Valar protect you.) He whispered to her ear as he heard other horses coming to them. A healer hopefully, although, she was an Elf and she would heal quickly he was still worried for her safety.
"Is she still alive? She has not been slain, has she?" Faramir asked in distress when he saw the still form lying in Legolas' arms. Eowyn, Aragorn, Gimli, Pippin, Merry and a dozen of the guard rode behind him.
"She lives for now, but she needs a healer, did you bring one with you?" Legolas asked.
"I'm afraid I did not. Can we not take her to the House of Healing?" Faramir asked.
"Let Lord Aragorn heal her as he healed me." Eowyn suggested.
Aragorn nodded and dismounted from his horse. He knelt beside Legolas and gently put his hand over Legolas' shaking one.
"Uin rucin, vanye lav rya ana tyavin qualme." (Do not feel fear, I will not allow her to taste death.) Aragorn comforted him as he took Honora from Legolas' arms.
"Yasse sinde elya morco rya?" (Where will you bear her?) Legolas asked.
"Ana nome elye avan hilya." (To a place you will not follow.) Aragorn said as he lifted Honora to the back of his horse and mounted behind her.
"Promise me, Aragorn." Legolas demanded before the King of Men left.
"Inye vanda, Legolas." (I promise) Aragorn swore and he galloped off to a place no one knew of.
"Legolas, do not fear. She is strong." Faramir comforted and led Anarvende to him.
TBC
A/N Soooooo??? What do you think??? Tell me in your review, cause I ABSOLUTELY LOOOOOOOVE getting them!
Mija: Uh oh, it keeps getting thicker too! Ain't that cool. . . oops! I wasn't supposed to reveal anything...was I?
Kara J: I hate reading stories where theres girls in it and they're just like "Oh I can't go on any longer! Your just going to have to carry me, hun!" lol I can't stand them!
Doyle: Thanx, I will! :D It's great to get reviews!
Chapter Six
She ran out of the Citadel just as Anarvende was coming to her, she leapt upon the mares back and ran to where she could see an obvious commotion. As she has assumed there was the Half-Orc on the back of a blood- mare, terrorizing the people and setting fire to all he could with the torch in his right hand. She saw the guards who were supposed to be protecting the people flee in terror with the evil he emanated and she was Legolas and her Lord Aragorn and the small Dwarf named Gimli trying there hardest to face their terror. Legolas fired his bow but the arrow fell to the ground at the last moment as if there were some hidden wall between the Half-Orc and the arrow.
Angrily she pulled an arrow from her quiver and notched it in her bow. He still had not taken any notice of her as he was enjoying ravaging the City of Men far too much. She pulled the string back to her ear and took aim at the hand holding the torch. She released the string and the phoenix feather-tipped arrow found its mark in the Half-Orcs wrist.
He screamed in anger and plucked the arrow out of his wrist, looking around for the Man who had pierced his flesh until his eyes fell on the immortal Elf on the back of a golden horse still holding her bow. He smiled in malice and nudged the blood-mare forward at a slow walk towards Honora. The people between them quickly scurried out of the Half-Orcs way until he finally stood before her.
"Hello, Brother."
The Half-Orc smiled evilly at her as the people around them gasped in horror at the announcement of their relation. "The pleasure is mine, Sister. Still protecting these simple minded creatures."
"What are you doing here, Kirok?" She demanded, ignoring his ignorant question.
"Looking for you, of course. Haven't you guessed by now that I will continue to hunt you until you are turned? I figured since you've been banished from all the Elvish realms the Men would be next. You wouldn't go to the Dwarves unless they were the last possible choice. And of course you would cling to a member of the royalty of Men. So here I am, and so are you." He explained and caressed a clawed finger across her cheek.
She inwardly recoiled, but on the outside she showed him no emotion. "I will not turn, so you are wasting your time. Not even by the worst torture you could dream of would I join you." She said determinedly.
"I can dream of some pretty gruesome tortures. Things a beautiful Elf like you would rather die than go through. Worse than the injuries I gave you in the South." He said menacingly as he withdrew his finger.
"Anarvende! Nor vanwie i ando!" (Anarvende! Ride past the gates!) She said, ignoring his comment. She knew he would follow her. As she rode past she saw Legolas watching her with a look of worry on his face. He felt helpless, she knew.
Once she had ridden past the gates she continued into the clearing before the city, still devastated with the effects of the war against Mordor. She turned to face her brother sorrowfully for she knew this time she could not let him live. There was no hope left in saving him, he could only cause more menace and pain now.
"I'm going to kill you this time, Kirok." She said as he stopped almost five fathoms away, a safe enough distance. "This seems like a place you would like to die at. In the destruction and filth of battle." She withdrew another phoenix feather-tipped arrow and notched it into her bow. She pulled the string back.
"Honora. Lotesse qualme tulin linte." (May death come swiftly.) He called. She paused in confusion and hesitated. Perhaps there was still hope, perhaps he could still be saved.
Kirok smirked and charged towards her, drawing his swords has he did. She barely had time to make Anarvende move before he reached her and with a wide sweeping slash cut open a gash on her arm. She looked down at her arm and smiled.
"You have never drawn my blood before, Kirok. What will happen when it drips to the ground? Shall we find out? Or shall I kill you myself?" She asked prophetically.
"Kill me yourself, if you can. Draw to you no aid, we will see who is indeed stronger." Kirok challenged.
"Then I must bind my arm." She said and put the arrow back in his quiver and the bow over her shoulder. She tore a strip off of her cloak and wrapped it tightly around the would so her blood would not fall. Then she drew two long-handled knives from their sheaths behind her back and readied herself for battle. "Today you will die by the blades of Ulor, our brother that you murdered. May he be avenged." She linked her mind to Anarvende and together they moved as one. She charged forward, wielding the twin blades with deadly skill.
To the onlookers in the city it looked like a sparring match but to the participants it was as real and as deadly as ever. She charged past him slashing open his arm as he had done to her. She felt no pain in her wound, and she knew he felt no pain in his. They had not been created to feel pain.
"We are even now." Kirok said as he turned to face her.
"We are far from finished, Kirok! One of us must lye dead first." She said as she stopped Anarverde ten fathoms away.
"Then this is to be a battle to the death and not to the turning?" He asked in mock surprise.
"A battle to the turning would take eternity. This ends today." She said and quickly drew her bow and arrow. She caught him in the left of his chest but he did not even move. "I forgot, you do not have a heart."
He smirked and charged her again but Anarvende was a much faster runner than Kirok's blood-mare and she tauntingly ran out of Kirok's range. She drew another arrow and this time it pierced his throat. He paused for a moment to pull it out before looking at her in pain. For a moment she saw the old Kirok she had grown up with. The one she had pushed into the river and then blamed it on Ulor to get out of trouble with. The one who had given her comfort when her adopted mother had died. It was gone in a second and replaced with burning hateful malice.
She drew a deep breath and charged forward, determined to finish what she had started. She angrily slashed at his neck at she rode past, she knew she had beheaded him. She knew he was dead. She closed her eyes from the sight of her murdered brother and wept once more. She had killed her brother. Finally, after a thousand years, he would torment her no longer.
Honora tiredly put Ulor's twin blades back into their sheaths. She looked down and saw her blouse and cloak were soaked with blood. She realized with some confusion that Kirok must have struck her with his sword as she had beheaded him. She put her fingers gently to the wound and only then felt a great stab of pain in her side. She gasped and clutched her hands to it to stop the bleeding as she slid off Anarvende's back. She sank to the ground and pulled off her cloak to use as a bandage.
Anarvende gave a soft nudge to her cheek and quickly galloped away to the city. Honora knew her faithful mare would return with help but who she brought back was surprising. Instead of Faramir, as she had suspected, Legolas rode upon Anarvende's golden back to help her some minutes later.
She watched as he gracefully jumped from Anarvende's back and dropped to his knees beside her. "Are you alright, Honora?"
"Mi i sinta lu." (In a short time.) She said in a soft voice and closed her eyes, gently resting in his arms.
" Lotesse i Valar varya elye." (May the Valar protect you.) He whispered to her ear as he heard other horses coming to them. A healer hopefully, although, she was an Elf and she would heal quickly he was still worried for her safety.
"Is she still alive? She has not been slain, has she?" Faramir asked in distress when he saw the still form lying in Legolas' arms. Eowyn, Aragorn, Gimli, Pippin, Merry and a dozen of the guard rode behind him.
"She lives for now, but she needs a healer, did you bring one with you?" Legolas asked.
"I'm afraid I did not. Can we not take her to the House of Healing?" Faramir asked.
"Let Lord Aragorn heal her as he healed me." Eowyn suggested.
Aragorn nodded and dismounted from his horse. He knelt beside Legolas and gently put his hand over Legolas' shaking one.
"Uin rucin, vanye lav rya ana tyavin qualme." (Do not feel fear, I will not allow her to taste death.) Aragorn comforted him as he took Honora from Legolas' arms.
"Yasse sinde elya morco rya?" (Where will you bear her?) Legolas asked.
"Ana nome elye avan hilya." (To a place you will not follow.) Aragorn said as he lifted Honora to the back of his horse and mounted behind her.
"Promise me, Aragorn." Legolas demanded before the King of Men left.
"Inye vanda, Legolas." (I promise) Aragorn swore and he galloped off to a place no one knew of.
"Legolas, do not fear. She is strong." Faramir comforted and led Anarvende to him.
TBC
A/N Soooooo??? What do you think??? Tell me in your review, cause I ABSOLUTELY LOOOOOOOVE getting them!