Chapter 8

In Rain and in Fury


Levanna ran to the base of the scar, her hair sticking to her face, her muscles pumping like those of a panther, and her breath burning her lungs. She had to make it, he couldn't be gone, not yet. Cursing as she nearly toppled over a bit flimsily she steadied herself and turned, kneeling and beginning to climb down the massive plunge.

She saw him lying in the river when she finally made her way down. Ripping some cloth from the thick dress she wore she wrapped it around various injuries, and she placed her head to his chest, no pulse, he wasn't breathing.

"All right Dunadan," she mumbled, wiping some sweat from her brow. " Lastu besnide, tolodun no gallod."

His eyes fluttered, he coughed and she sat him up. "Did you honestly think I would let you get away that easily?"

He caught his breath and looked at her, then gasped. "Le-levanna, the, they need, we must, there's..."

"Stop stuttering and get up, we haven't much time to get to Helm's Deep."

He chuckled and stood with her help. "Always bossy, eh Beradan?"

She frowned, shook her head and thrust his tings roughly into his arms. "I am not bossy! Now let's go! Or I'll feed you to the Orc's for breakfast!"


Frodo gazed at Sam, watching him sit and think, wondering what about. Sam wasn't one to sit and think much, so it was always hard to determine what had caused him to do so.

Frodo stood, moved nearer and sat next to his friend. "What is it Sam?"

Sam looked at his master, his eyes pained and confused. "You wouldn't understand, Mr. Frodo. You don't understand nothin' anymore."

Frodo looked at him, stood and shook his head. "No Sam, it is you who doesn't understand."

Sam glared. "I bet Levanna didn't get no message! Pro'ly got sick of hearing you rant and rave and complain!"

Frodo grunted angrily and grabbed Sam's shoulder material, throwing him up against a tree. "You and that woman know nothing of being sick of something! I'm sick of this ring, I'm sick of being powerless to it, I'm sick of having to see you ball up every time I become angry with you!" Frodo's eyes glazed over and he released his friend. "I'm sick of feeling farther and farther away from her, sick of feeling like I'm going to lose her. I love her Sam, I love her."

Sam took Frodo into his arms, feeling him weep. "There, there Mr. Frodo I meant no offense. But if you don't fight it who will? I know you love her and she knows too. You aint gonna lose her, I promise."


"I cannot hold Frodo, Sam and Gollum back any longer Lily, I am sorry. Levanna is the fastest rider I've seen in many years, I am sure she will get to them before they reach the mountain."

"But Gandalf! They can't trust that creature without Levanna around!"

Gandalf sighed. "We shall have to."

Legolas looked at his fiancé and sighed. "Come darling, we must trust that Gandalf knows what he is doing."

Lily huffed and followed him away. "He better."

Gandalf turned to Gimli. "Look for me in the east, just as the sun comes up. Pass this word."

Gimli nodded. "That I will, sir."


As the doors flung open Eowyn gasped, smiling as Aragorn and Levanna passed into Theoden's chambers. Levanna walked a distance back from him, doing her best to not try and support him.

"You're all right! Oh I knew you would survive I knew it!"

Levanna smiled softly, Theoden noticing that even in her mucky state the beauty of her Elven blood shown through. "We could only have hoped, Eowyn."

Aragorn looked at both,, and raised an eyebrow at the Beradan. "Levanna?"

She shook her head. "Eowyn, why don't you go see if the women are all right down there, make sure they are not frightened too badly."

"But... I plan to fight."

"No Eowyn," Theoden said. "It is too dangerous."

"Dangerous!? Father I..."

"And that is an order!"

She glared at him, then the other two, and left. Levanna sighed and unwrapped one of her own wounds, sprinkling something from her pocket and Theoden watched in awe as the wound closed abruptly. "Now my dear Theoden, you have two helfs, an elf, a dwarf and near two hundred men." She looked up slyly. "Are you entirely prepared for this?"

Aragorn took the small container and worked the more serious wounds, leaving the minor ones to naturally close. Theoden answered. "I am."

Levanna looked at him, nodded, and turned to leave, in her mind summoning Haldir, requesting help of the Galadhirm.


"She could do it, she could help us! She'll be hungry..."

"Oh yes! Good, good! Come masters, come with Smeagol!"


Laughter between the men preparing to fight ceased, a shadowy figure had just come aloft, a cowl hiding their face. They reached up, flipping it back and revealing themself. Stares became leers and the woman scowled at them. "Get on, the lot of yeh."

Her name was Ellome, she was known as a she-elf Ranger, half elf, half Dúnedain. She returned the outward appearance of an elf, and she was strangely immortal, her age unknown, (probably the elvish blood), just as Olanèa and Levanna were. She had a fiery temper, but was fiercely loyal to her loved ones.

As for her appearance, she had waist length golden brown hair in long, soft waves, (think Arwen's hair), she had dark brown, piercing eyes. She was rather tall, and preferred leggings to dresses. (Must be that Ranger blood). She wore a long brown leather trench coat, a black hooded cloak, black leggings, a purple tunic and black leather boots.

Ellome carried a long, elven sword, two twin knives and a bow with arrows (course she always thought Legolas' were better). Her worst quality was that she bottles up her problems and feelings, which made her a very mysterious young person. She had a rather smart mouth, which often got her into trouble. Is cunning and clever (when she wants to be) but usually leaves that up to others.

Around her throat on a chain Ellome wears a dark, oval shaped pendant. Not only did it serve as her immortality, it allowed her to call upon the power of the nighttime stars, if need be, and the power of fire. The necklace was given to her by her mother, an elf.

Aragorn came out, to sharpen his beloved Narsil, and he gasped at the sight. "Ellome!"

She turned to him, and smiled, they shared an embrace and he laughed. "I've not seen you in near ten years!"

She grinned. "But what kind of Ranger would I have been if I'd stayed in one place?"

He chuckled. "Never mind, how are you?"

"Dandy," she replied dryly. "You've all got a battle to fight and we all know it. I'm here to help, brought some other blokes but this is gonna be tight Aragorn, three hundred against ten thousand?"

Aragorn sighed, shaking his head. "We have to believe in ourselves, or else we have nothing to fight for."

She nodded and they sat and talked as he sharpened his sword.


"Levanna, what are you doing?" Legolas' voice rang through her ears and woke her from the dream she was having.

"Hmmm? Oh, um, well you see...."

"How long has it been since you last slept?" He sat next to her, this was going to be just like the olden days.

"I haven't truly slept since we broke the engagement."

"So many years? I am sorry."

She shook her head. "It's not your fault. So many things have changed since then, so many things have happened." She sighed. "I'm worried about him, about Frodo."

Legolas nodded. "Gandalf's letting him proceed."

"He can't trust that thing! Gollum is the most tricky living life form! He'll get them all killed."

Legolas sighed, placing her hand in his and squeezing it. "Levanna I am sure everything will work out fine. You must have faith that Frodo and Sam will have some instinct play a role in all of this."

She sighed, gazing at the stars, feeling some rain beat down against her face, and from the corner of her eye... "Legolas, they're here!"

He stood and simultaneously the rain began to beat against them. Legolas ran to get the others and so she stood and watched them come. As the rain slicked her throat and slid across her face she glared at the approaching army, her long brown hair losing it's thickness tot he torrential water. Levanna Talltree placed her hand to her dragon and unknown to anyone, it disappeared from her throat.


What? Where's the battle? Did I not say it would be a full chapter? And it shall! I am extending this book to 9 chapters.