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Nelinde: Lol, exactly, now if only guys could understand that we always know what we're doing, the world would be a better place. :D
OKAY, HERE IT IS!!!! THE CHAPTER YOU'VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR! ESPECIALLY YOU DOYLE. :D TODAY IS THE DAY THE MYSTERY IS UNVEILED!!!
Legolas, Eomer, and all that remained of the people of Rohan rode out of the forest three days after the Orc invasion. They had lost many in the battle, they had been mostly women and children. The Orcs were cowards and preyed on those weaker than they. Lord Holraldir had thanked them for their help in battle and they had stayed two more days than they had previously been allowed. They feasted and sang and there was great joy of their victory, a minstrel even created a song about him and his valor. Now they continued on their journey to Minas Tirith, sure that, should the need ever come, that they would be welcome in Firien Wood forever more. The sky was bright that morning and the sun was warm. The mood of the people was joyous, in spite of the evil that was probably even then destroying their home land. Legolas squinted his eyes, there was a person on the road and he could see the silhouette of a horse running in the fields beside the road. A fallen rider, he thought, a sense of deep foreboding came over him as they drew closer. Then he saw the horse, running wild in the field, was truly Anarvende. "Honora!" He cried and urged Arod into a gallop. He stopped before her, but she did not even acknowledge his presence. He jumped from the back of Arod to kneel beside her. He could see no wounds upon her being but he caught sight of tears falling from her eyes. He looked around for any cause of her grief, but found none until he looked down upon the ground before her. His name was etched, in quenyan, into the dirt. "Oh, Honora." He whispered and drew her close, not caring if the Being in White did not approve. "Elye cuile." (You live) She whispered and held him tight. "Inye umin vanwa tana cale." (I am not lost that easily) He whispered into her ear and carefully pushed a piece of her mussed hair away from her face. "How long have you grieved here?" "I do not know. . . it was raining." She said weakly. "That was three days ago, Melda." He whispered and gently picked her up. He whistled to Anarvende and the mare galloped quickly over to him. He set her upon the mares back and then mounted the beast behind her, making sure she did not fall. "Lad!" He called to a boy of perhaps seventeen years. "You may ride Arod this day." The boy nodded and bowed graciously, leading the beautiful white stallion to the back to get a saddle for it. He looked down sadly as Honora leaned her cheek against his chest and fell into a deep sleep. She loved him, he knew now, but would the Being in White allow them to love each other? Or was she still meant for Eomer? He wondered as they rode on towards Minas Tirith. He would gladly take the Being in White's punishment if they could be together.
"Rohan has arrived!" Legolas heard the sentries call as the gates of the White City flew open. Honora had still not woken and Legolas was beyond worrying for her health. It was unusual for Elves to sleep for more than a day, even when injured. Legolas watched as Aragorn rode up to them. "What has happened to her?" He asked, nodding his head to the sleeping figure in his arms. "She nearly grieved herself to death, as Elves can do. We are lucky we found her when we did." He said gently, caressing her cheek. "She carries much anger against me." Aragorn said sadly. "Take her to the House of Healing." "Nya maranwe na nya cilme." (My destiny is my choosing) She murmured in her sleep, Legolas automatically held her tighter, as though she could disappear from him once more at any second. Legolas nodded and rode away towards to House of Healing. Suddenly Honora sat bolt upright and looked around. "Shhh shhh, Melda, you are safe." He whispered. "No, we are not. They have surfaced. . . they will be here by dawn." She said, sliding off the back of Anarvende. "Where are you going?" Legolas asked. "Do you know where Mithrandir is?" She asked. "I have not seen him." Legolas answered, urging Anarvende closer to her. "We will look for him together." Honora nodded and crawled back onto Anarvende. They searched many hours for Gandalf, all throughout the city, but no one had seen the white wizard. Eventually they rode upon the four hobbits, sitting at a table in the courtyard before the Citadel, blowing smoke rings and drinking ale. "You would not have happened to see Gandalf anywhere this day, would you, My Lords?" Honora asked, for indeed she was growing weary of the search and needed to rest it she too was to join in battle in the morn. "I saw him two nights ago," Pippin said. "He rode out of the city on Shadowfax, but I have not seen him since. I don't think he's come back yet." Honora took a deep breath and closed her eyes. "Thank you, Lord Peregrin." She whispered and turned Anarvende around. Legolas looked down at her weary face and hugged her close. "Let's get you to your chambers. You are still very tired." He murmured and urged Anarvende to the doors of the Citadel. He slid off the horse and then picked Honora up and carried her to the chambers she had been given before she had rode to Mordor to offer her services to Aragorn. He lay her down on the bed, then pulled a blanket over her already sleeping form. He was still concerned for her health, but he did not know what was wrong. He was alive, wasn't that why she had been grieving? At first sight that he had still be alive, he had expected for her to get better, but it had not been so. He sighed and left to find Eowyn, perhaps she would know what was bothering Honora, or perhaps he could get her to talk to her.
"Come in." Eowyn called to the soft knock on her door. Few were sleeping this night, waiting for the demon peril to arrive. She expected Faramir to be the one to enter her room, they had planned a late night riding rendezvous in the small valley behind the city. She had not expected Legolas to enter her room. "My Lady, forgive me for my intrusion. I can leave if you wish, I merely came by for some advice you could perhaps give me." Legolas said apologetically. "No, My Lord, you do not intrude. Please come in." She said quickly, gesturing to a chair by the window. "What would a wise Elf need my advice for?" She asked. "Women." Legolas said simply. Eowyn laughed gaily and shook her head. "The secrets of women are not for men!" "I must ask you, could you please speak with Honora. She grieved my death when I had not passed and yet she still is not in as good of health as she should be. It worries me." Legolas pleaded. Eowyn slowly nodded her head. "Yes, I will speak with her. Where is she now?" She asked. "She's resting in her quarters. Down the hall to the left. It's the third door on the right." Legolas said, getting to his feet to go with her. "No, Legolas, as I have said before, the secrets of women are not for men. Go back to your quarters and get some rest." Eowyn said. Just then Faramir walked into the room, as Legolas had left the door open so as to prove his gallantry. He raised a brow at Legolas in his beloveds room. "Am I interrupting something, My Love?" He asked. "I'm afraid so. Legolas has asked me to see to Honora. He says she is not well." She said regretfully. "Honora is injured?" Faramir asked, instantly alert. "I can handle this, you two. Go to the main hall to socialize, or go back to your chambers and rest." Eowyn said sternly and left to see Honora. The two men reluctantly went to the main hall and waited.
Eowyn knocked gently on the door third on the right but heard no answer. She silently opened the door to find, unlike she had expected, Honora standing with a gleaming white sword in her hand quietly practicing her moves. "Honora?" Eowyn said softly. The Elven-maiden spun around, sword out in front of her, pointed at the intruder. "Eowyn!" She cried, dropping the blade. It fell to the ground with a loud clatter, she winced at the sound in her sensitive ears. "Honora, how do you fare?" Eowyn asked cautiously. "I fare well enough. A great trial will come for me in the morn." She said quietly, guiding the other woman to a chair. "And of your health? I've heard you were found near death." Eowyn asked. Honora said nothing, refusing to admit any weakness, and lifted her chin stubbornly. "Honora, will you not speak of this to me?" She hesitated for a moment, carefully judging what she could say. "What. . . what would you do if your love for Faramir was forbidden? If you were promised to another whom you did not love? Would you risk Eomer's wrath for love?" she asked. Eowyn watched her for a moment as she paced the room, her long green cloak swishing behind her. "Your heart calls for Legolas?" She asked. Honora nodded in silence, still pacing the room. "Yet you are promised to another? May I ask who this other is?" Eowyn asked. Honora turned her back to Eowyn in embarrassment. "Your brother." She answered quietly. "And you do not love Eomer? But Legolas is forbidden to you? By who?" Eowyn asked. "You will know in the morn. But you have not answered my question, what would you do?" Honora asked annoyed. "Were I forbidden from Faramir? There is one thing I fear, Honora, and that is a cage. I would not be bound to one I did not love. I would fight it til I could no more. I would refuse to be broken." Eowyn answered. Honora nodded and walked out onto the balcony. "Then fate is decided for me. This will be the last night I see." She whispered looking out to the stars above. "Do you ever watch them, Eowyn? Just watch the beauty of the stars?" Eowyn nodded, "I do, most nights." She answered. "Do you know where he is?" Honora asked quietly. "He and Faramir are waiting in the main hall." Eowyn answered. Honora nodded her thanks to Eowyn and hurriedly left the room, almost running down the halls to reach the main hall. When she arrived she saw both Legolas and Faramir sitting at a table talking quietly to each other. Both rose as she entered the room, her expression determined, yet somehow sad. She walked to them and curtsied politely to them, then she looked into Legolas' eyes. "I have need to speak with you, My Lord." She said quietly, almost so softly that Faramir could not hear. "Of course, My Lady." Legolas answered and slightly nodded his head, taking her arm and leading her out of the room. Honora continued walking until they had passed the gate and were in the shadows of the edge of the forest. "What did you wish to speak with me of?" Legolas asked. Honora put a finger to his lips then drew herself up onto her tip- toes and pressed her lips to his. He closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around her, drawing her closer. They stayed that way for many minutes and Legolas cautiously slid his tongue into her mouth. Her hands clenched into fists on his chest, unwilling to ever let him go. Many minutes later she reluctantly pulled her lips away. She wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her head upon his shoulder, gently kissing his neck. "I love you, Legolas." She said and looked up into his eyes. A small smile graced his lips and he gently kissed her. "I love you too, Honora, melda." She smiled as tears came to her eyes. "My life is forfeit for this, but it is well worth it." Then she lifted up onto her toes and kissed him again, but he pulled away. "Your life forfeit? Why? It is not. . . the Being in White. . ." He said in despair. "Legolas . . . there is something I must tell you, I am --" She was cut off by a loud roar coming from the West. They could see in the distance an unnatural red light, slowly growing brighter. "Come, we must go." They turned and ran, hand and hand, back towards the city. Half way there they were passed by Gandalf who galloped by on Shadowfax into the city. They entered the gates moments later. Gandalf was walking up onto the battlements above the gate, his robes of white billowing in the breeze. Honora looked around, her eyes falling on Gandalf's horse. She leapt upon Shadowfax and galloped to the Citadel as fast as the stallion could take her. She ran through the deserted halls of the royal home to her room. She quickly scanned the floor until her eyes finally found the white sword (which was what had been in the box she had gotten from Firien Wood) she had been practicing with earlier. It was light in her hand, but holding it was taxing on her strength. It had no sheath, for it was not meant to be carried regularly into battle, but once when all hope was gone. She turned and ran back out of the Citadel and rode back to the gates. Gandalf was chanting out spells alone on the top of the wall, while the army of demons stood before the city. There were only two Balrogs, but many more powerful demons stood by. There were Vilsks, they're long snake- like bodies a bright green. Their strength was in their mind, they would take over the thinking of their victims and watch in joy as they slaughtered themselves or they would poison them with the venom in the fangs and watch them go mad. And the the Moroks, large bears, taller than the watch-towers, theirs claws as sharp as swords. And one great Sauraulca, standing taller than all the others, it's large reptilian body standing upon it's hind legs, it's eyes glowing red and the hard scales covering it's body reflecting the light coming from the flames of the Balrogs. It was obviously leading this army. Gandalf's spells did nothing more than annoy the beasts who were subject to them. Honora took a steadying breath and slid off the back of Shadowfax. She slowly walked up the stairs leading to the battlements atop of the wall. "Mithrandir." She called. He turned and faced her, eyeing the sword in her hand. "This is my fate." Gandalf sadly nodded and rested an hand upon her shoulder. "The Hope of Men." He whispered, then turned and walked to the stairs leading off the battlements.
Legolas looked frantically around for Honora. As soon as they had reached the city she had leapt up onto Shadowfax and galloped away. He could not find her anywhere, especially now in the terror the city was in. He ran to where the rest of the fellowship, as well as Faramir, Eowyn and Eomer stood. "Where is Honora?" He asked in panic. Aragorn pointed to the battlements above the gate. Legolas' eyes went wide. "Honora!" It took both Eomer and Aragorn to hold him back. He watched helplessly as she lifted her sword above her head, it glowing pearl white in the pre-dawn sky. "I am the holy daughter of Iluvatar!" She cried in a voice loud enough for all to hear. Suddenly it all became clear to Legolas, the Being in White was truly The Creator and he had been right, Mirkwood was not a place for her. She was far more fare than the Dark Wood. His face paled. "I am the Hope and Guardian of Men! You will bow to my will of you will be destroyed!" She cried.
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A/N: Ooooh! YAY! I finally got to reveal this to you guys! I'm so happy. People have been bugging me about it since like, the third chapter! I hope you enjoy. The next chapter will be up soon. If you get bored you can read my other story :D
Nelinde: Lol, exactly, now if only guys could understand that we always know what we're doing, the world would be a better place. :D
OKAY, HERE IT IS!!!! THE CHAPTER YOU'VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR! ESPECIALLY YOU DOYLE. :D TODAY IS THE DAY THE MYSTERY IS UNVEILED!!!
Legolas, Eomer, and all that remained of the people of Rohan rode out of the forest three days after the Orc invasion. They had lost many in the battle, they had been mostly women and children. The Orcs were cowards and preyed on those weaker than they. Lord Holraldir had thanked them for their help in battle and they had stayed two more days than they had previously been allowed. They feasted and sang and there was great joy of their victory, a minstrel even created a song about him and his valor. Now they continued on their journey to Minas Tirith, sure that, should the need ever come, that they would be welcome in Firien Wood forever more. The sky was bright that morning and the sun was warm. The mood of the people was joyous, in spite of the evil that was probably even then destroying their home land. Legolas squinted his eyes, there was a person on the road and he could see the silhouette of a horse running in the fields beside the road. A fallen rider, he thought, a sense of deep foreboding came over him as they drew closer. Then he saw the horse, running wild in the field, was truly Anarvende. "Honora!" He cried and urged Arod into a gallop. He stopped before her, but she did not even acknowledge his presence. He jumped from the back of Arod to kneel beside her. He could see no wounds upon her being but he caught sight of tears falling from her eyes. He looked around for any cause of her grief, but found none until he looked down upon the ground before her. His name was etched, in quenyan, into the dirt. "Oh, Honora." He whispered and drew her close, not caring if the Being in White did not approve. "Elye cuile." (You live) She whispered and held him tight. "Inye umin vanwa tana cale." (I am not lost that easily) He whispered into her ear and carefully pushed a piece of her mussed hair away from her face. "How long have you grieved here?" "I do not know. . . it was raining." She said weakly. "That was three days ago, Melda." He whispered and gently picked her up. He whistled to Anarvende and the mare galloped quickly over to him. He set her upon the mares back and then mounted the beast behind her, making sure she did not fall. "Lad!" He called to a boy of perhaps seventeen years. "You may ride Arod this day." The boy nodded and bowed graciously, leading the beautiful white stallion to the back to get a saddle for it. He looked down sadly as Honora leaned her cheek against his chest and fell into a deep sleep. She loved him, he knew now, but would the Being in White allow them to love each other? Or was she still meant for Eomer? He wondered as they rode on towards Minas Tirith. He would gladly take the Being in White's punishment if they could be together.
"Rohan has arrived!" Legolas heard the sentries call as the gates of the White City flew open. Honora had still not woken and Legolas was beyond worrying for her health. It was unusual for Elves to sleep for more than a day, even when injured. Legolas watched as Aragorn rode up to them. "What has happened to her?" He asked, nodding his head to the sleeping figure in his arms. "She nearly grieved herself to death, as Elves can do. We are lucky we found her when we did." He said gently, caressing her cheek. "She carries much anger against me." Aragorn said sadly. "Take her to the House of Healing." "Nya maranwe na nya cilme." (My destiny is my choosing) She murmured in her sleep, Legolas automatically held her tighter, as though she could disappear from him once more at any second. Legolas nodded and rode away towards to House of Healing. Suddenly Honora sat bolt upright and looked around. "Shhh shhh, Melda, you are safe." He whispered. "No, we are not. They have surfaced. . . they will be here by dawn." She said, sliding off the back of Anarvende. "Where are you going?" Legolas asked. "Do you know where Mithrandir is?" She asked. "I have not seen him." Legolas answered, urging Anarvende closer to her. "We will look for him together." Honora nodded and crawled back onto Anarvende. They searched many hours for Gandalf, all throughout the city, but no one had seen the white wizard. Eventually they rode upon the four hobbits, sitting at a table in the courtyard before the Citadel, blowing smoke rings and drinking ale. "You would not have happened to see Gandalf anywhere this day, would you, My Lords?" Honora asked, for indeed she was growing weary of the search and needed to rest it she too was to join in battle in the morn. "I saw him two nights ago," Pippin said. "He rode out of the city on Shadowfax, but I have not seen him since. I don't think he's come back yet." Honora took a deep breath and closed her eyes. "Thank you, Lord Peregrin." She whispered and turned Anarvende around. Legolas looked down at her weary face and hugged her close. "Let's get you to your chambers. You are still very tired." He murmured and urged Anarvende to the doors of the Citadel. He slid off the horse and then picked Honora up and carried her to the chambers she had been given before she had rode to Mordor to offer her services to Aragorn. He lay her down on the bed, then pulled a blanket over her already sleeping form. He was still concerned for her health, but he did not know what was wrong. He was alive, wasn't that why she had been grieving? At first sight that he had still be alive, he had expected for her to get better, but it had not been so. He sighed and left to find Eowyn, perhaps she would know what was bothering Honora, or perhaps he could get her to talk to her.
"Come in." Eowyn called to the soft knock on her door. Few were sleeping this night, waiting for the demon peril to arrive. She expected Faramir to be the one to enter her room, they had planned a late night riding rendezvous in the small valley behind the city. She had not expected Legolas to enter her room. "My Lady, forgive me for my intrusion. I can leave if you wish, I merely came by for some advice you could perhaps give me." Legolas said apologetically. "No, My Lord, you do not intrude. Please come in." She said quickly, gesturing to a chair by the window. "What would a wise Elf need my advice for?" She asked. "Women." Legolas said simply. Eowyn laughed gaily and shook her head. "The secrets of women are not for men!" "I must ask you, could you please speak with Honora. She grieved my death when I had not passed and yet she still is not in as good of health as she should be. It worries me." Legolas pleaded. Eowyn slowly nodded her head. "Yes, I will speak with her. Where is she now?" She asked. "She's resting in her quarters. Down the hall to the left. It's the third door on the right." Legolas said, getting to his feet to go with her. "No, Legolas, as I have said before, the secrets of women are not for men. Go back to your quarters and get some rest." Eowyn said. Just then Faramir walked into the room, as Legolas had left the door open so as to prove his gallantry. He raised a brow at Legolas in his beloveds room. "Am I interrupting something, My Love?" He asked. "I'm afraid so. Legolas has asked me to see to Honora. He says she is not well." She said regretfully. "Honora is injured?" Faramir asked, instantly alert. "I can handle this, you two. Go to the main hall to socialize, or go back to your chambers and rest." Eowyn said sternly and left to see Honora. The two men reluctantly went to the main hall and waited.
Eowyn knocked gently on the door third on the right but heard no answer. She silently opened the door to find, unlike she had expected, Honora standing with a gleaming white sword in her hand quietly practicing her moves. "Honora?" Eowyn said softly. The Elven-maiden spun around, sword out in front of her, pointed at the intruder. "Eowyn!" She cried, dropping the blade. It fell to the ground with a loud clatter, she winced at the sound in her sensitive ears. "Honora, how do you fare?" Eowyn asked cautiously. "I fare well enough. A great trial will come for me in the morn." She said quietly, guiding the other woman to a chair. "And of your health? I've heard you were found near death." Eowyn asked. Honora said nothing, refusing to admit any weakness, and lifted her chin stubbornly. "Honora, will you not speak of this to me?" She hesitated for a moment, carefully judging what she could say. "What. . . what would you do if your love for Faramir was forbidden? If you were promised to another whom you did not love? Would you risk Eomer's wrath for love?" she asked. Eowyn watched her for a moment as she paced the room, her long green cloak swishing behind her. "Your heart calls for Legolas?" She asked. Honora nodded in silence, still pacing the room. "Yet you are promised to another? May I ask who this other is?" Eowyn asked. Honora turned her back to Eowyn in embarrassment. "Your brother." She answered quietly. "And you do not love Eomer? But Legolas is forbidden to you? By who?" Eowyn asked. "You will know in the morn. But you have not answered my question, what would you do?" Honora asked annoyed. "Were I forbidden from Faramir? There is one thing I fear, Honora, and that is a cage. I would not be bound to one I did not love. I would fight it til I could no more. I would refuse to be broken." Eowyn answered. Honora nodded and walked out onto the balcony. "Then fate is decided for me. This will be the last night I see." She whispered looking out to the stars above. "Do you ever watch them, Eowyn? Just watch the beauty of the stars?" Eowyn nodded, "I do, most nights." She answered. "Do you know where he is?" Honora asked quietly. "He and Faramir are waiting in the main hall." Eowyn answered. Honora nodded her thanks to Eowyn and hurriedly left the room, almost running down the halls to reach the main hall. When she arrived she saw both Legolas and Faramir sitting at a table talking quietly to each other. Both rose as she entered the room, her expression determined, yet somehow sad. She walked to them and curtsied politely to them, then she looked into Legolas' eyes. "I have need to speak with you, My Lord." She said quietly, almost so softly that Faramir could not hear. "Of course, My Lady." Legolas answered and slightly nodded his head, taking her arm and leading her out of the room. Honora continued walking until they had passed the gate and were in the shadows of the edge of the forest. "What did you wish to speak with me of?" Legolas asked. Honora put a finger to his lips then drew herself up onto her tip- toes and pressed her lips to his. He closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around her, drawing her closer. They stayed that way for many minutes and Legolas cautiously slid his tongue into her mouth. Her hands clenched into fists on his chest, unwilling to ever let him go. Many minutes later she reluctantly pulled her lips away. She wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her head upon his shoulder, gently kissing his neck. "I love you, Legolas." She said and looked up into his eyes. A small smile graced his lips and he gently kissed her. "I love you too, Honora, melda." She smiled as tears came to her eyes. "My life is forfeit for this, but it is well worth it." Then she lifted up onto her toes and kissed him again, but he pulled away. "Your life forfeit? Why? It is not. . . the Being in White. . ." He said in despair. "Legolas . . . there is something I must tell you, I am --" She was cut off by a loud roar coming from the West. They could see in the distance an unnatural red light, slowly growing brighter. "Come, we must go." They turned and ran, hand and hand, back towards the city. Half way there they were passed by Gandalf who galloped by on Shadowfax into the city. They entered the gates moments later. Gandalf was walking up onto the battlements above the gate, his robes of white billowing in the breeze. Honora looked around, her eyes falling on Gandalf's horse. She leapt upon Shadowfax and galloped to the Citadel as fast as the stallion could take her. She ran through the deserted halls of the royal home to her room. She quickly scanned the floor until her eyes finally found the white sword (which was what had been in the box she had gotten from Firien Wood) she had been practicing with earlier. It was light in her hand, but holding it was taxing on her strength. It had no sheath, for it was not meant to be carried regularly into battle, but once when all hope was gone. She turned and ran back out of the Citadel and rode back to the gates. Gandalf was chanting out spells alone on the top of the wall, while the army of demons stood before the city. There were only two Balrogs, but many more powerful demons stood by. There were Vilsks, they're long snake- like bodies a bright green. Their strength was in their mind, they would take over the thinking of their victims and watch in joy as they slaughtered themselves or they would poison them with the venom in the fangs and watch them go mad. And the the Moroks, large bears, taller than the watch-towers, theirs claws as sharp as swords. And one great Sauraulca, standing taller than all the others, it's large reptilian body standing upon it's hind legs, it's eyes glowing red and the hard scales covering it's body reflecting the light coming from the flames of the Balrogs. It was obviously leading this army. Gandalf's spells did nothing more than annoy the beasts who were subject to them. Honora took a steadying breath and slid off the back of Shadowfax. She slowly walked up the stairs leading to the battlements atop of the wall. "Mithrandir." She called. He turned and faced her, eyeing the sword in her hand. "This is my fate." Gandalf sadly nodded and rested an hand upon her shoulder. "The Hope of Men." He whispered, then turned and walked to the stairs leading off the battlements.
Legolas looked frantically around for Honora. As soon as they had reached the city she had leapt up onto Shadowfax and galloped away. He could not find her anywhere, especially now in the terror the city was in. He ran to where the rest of the fellowship, as well as Faramir, Eowyn and Eomer stood. "Where is Honora?" He asked in panic. Aragorn pointed to the battlements above the gate. Legolas' eyes went wide. "Honora!" It took both Eomer and Aragorn to hold him back. He watched helplessly as she lifted her sword above her head, it glowing pearl white in the pre-dawn sky. "I am the holy daughter of Iluvatar!" She cried in a voice loud enough for all to hear. Suddenly it all became clear to Legolas, the Being in White was truly The Creator and he had been right, Mirkwood was not a place for her. She was far more fare than the Dark Wood. His face paled. "I am the Hope and Guardian of Men! You will bow to my will of you will be destroyed!" She cried.
TBC
A/N: Ooooh! YAY! I finally got to reveal this to you guys! I'm so happy. People have been bugging me about it since like, the third chapter! I hope you enjoy. The next chapter will be up soon. If you get bored you can read my other story :D