Legolas adjusted the leather straps on her armor as Alanna sharpened her
sword. Meridelle stood a few feet away, packing all the necessary items for
her.
Suddenly, Aragorn strode in, a sad expression on his face, "The army has been gathered, armed and horsed, as you wished."
"Thank you," Alanna replied with a grim smile.
Legolas stood, done with her armor, and handed her her helmet and sword, "I will always be here for you, no matter the circumstances." With that he kissed her forehead and bowed, as ancient Elven customcommanded.
"I will be with you in spirit," Meridelle spoke softly, a tear running down her cheek.
Alanna brushed it away, "I will be back. Do not fear." Meridelle placed a drop of rosewater on each of Alanna's eyelids, following the custom.
Lastly, Aragorn stepped forward. He bent down on one knee and kissed her hand, "You are truly a queen of queens, my lady. Your bravery outmatches the best of warriors."
In that moment all time stood still, Alanna pulled it to her as the last moment of peace before a doomed battle.
She placed her helmet on her head, and strode out to join her army.
The men bowed as she came out, the symbol of beauty and goodness in a world of evil and hardship.
Her hair was streaming down from under her helmet, shining in the dawn's first ray, her eyes cold and sad, yet with a spark of hope.
Then, as the sun rose, she pulled her sword from it sheath, shouting a war cry. None who were present will ever forget the beautiful figure silhouetted against the fiery sunrise. ***********************************************************************
Harry awoke with a pleasant, warm feeling filling his whole body. He sat up and stretched, looking around. Then, he saw Legolas and everything came back.
"Why didn't you stop her!" he shouted. "You could have done something, not let her go... anything!"
"Harry," Legolas spoke in a soft, pained voice, "I had no choice. She had made up her mind and nothing I could have said or done would have swayed her decision."
" 'I had no choice,'" Harry repeated with disbelief, "You had no choice! She will die!" his voice cracked with emotion, "the one person who I truly love will die."
Suddenly, his voice died away and a tear rolled down his cheek, "I am sorry, Legolas. But life will be empty without her, she meant everthing to me and I would give everything I possess to have her back."
It was silent.
"Have her back," Harry murmured, "have her back. That's it! I will go to her, bring her back."
"Harry," Legolas' voice brought him back to earth, "you cannot. You do not have enough strength to walk properly and it will be days, even weeks before you can ride and wield weapons. Alanna is a skilled warrior, trained by Elven warriors who saw the first fall of Sauron. She is deadly, Harry, and she will not die." ************************************************************************ "This is it, Snowflake," Alanna spoke softly to her proud white horse, keeping her calm as the army marched down the road. They rode through all seven gates, with people lining the streets and shouting their names. "We go to war."
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Hermione sat up in bed, feeling well rested and happy. Then she remembered everything. She sighed, got up, and pulled her cloak about her. She walked into the garden and found Legolas sitting on the wall, watering a single flower. It was ice blue, and stood straight and tall and proud. Hermione walked over and sat down beside Legolas, "It is a beautiful flower. What's it called?"
"Lovilforera, it was Alanna's. It was her parents last gift to her, and she cherished it above all her other possessions," he answered. Just then, a harsh wind came and knocked over the flower, pulling off a few petals. Legolas frowned, "An ill omen. Some evil is astir. There is no, or little hope for Alanna. The orcs are infested with rage at their master's defeat. They will fight like caged dogs."
"Hermione leaned against him and pushed her forehead against his, staring into his troubled brown eyes, "There is always hope." ************************************************************************ It was the morning of the sixth day of the army's march, when Alanna spotted a giant black mass in the distance. She halted the entire army with a motion of her hand and turned to face them.
"Draw your weapons and be very alert. I will return in a moment."
Alanna dismounted and ran to the nearest tree, climbing it as fast as she could. She reached the top and pulled a looking glass out of her cloak. Legolas had enchanted it so she could see for miles around in any direction.
Alanna peered at the black mass, and what she saw sickened her. Thousands of orcs, dirty disgusting, starved orcs swinging all sorts of dangerous weapons.
Not wasting a second, Alanna beckoned her mount to her. She jumped out of the tree with perfect grace, twirling in Elven style to slow her speed down, and landed square on Snowflake's saddle.
Alanna told the army the truth, not sparing them any details. They needed to know what they were up against in order to fight properly.
"Do not be afraid. Fate is with us," she shouted. Then she drew Elendil's sword, she had borrowed it from Harry, which was glowing with a dazzling light, and, turning Snowflake, galloped off toward the orcs.
Suddenly, Aragorn strode in, a sad expression on his face, "The army has been gathered, armed and horsed, as you wished."
"Thank you," Alanna replied with a grim smile.
Legolas stood, done with her armor, and handed her her helmet and sword, "I will always be here for you, no matter the circumstances." With that he kissed her forehead and bowed, as ancient Elven customcommanded.
"I will be with you in spirit," Meridelle spoke softly, a tear running down her cheek.
Alanna brushed it away, "I will be back. Do not fear." Meridelle placed a drop of rosewater on each of Alanna's eyelids, following the custom.
Lastly, Aragorn stepped forward. He bent down on one knee and kissed her hand, "You are truly a queen of queens, my lady. Your bravery outmatches the best of warriors."
In that moment all time stood still, Alanna pulled it to her as the last moment of peace before a doomed battle.
She placed her helmet on her head, and strode out to join her army.
The men bowed as she came out, the symbol of beauty and goodness in a world of evil and hardship.
Her hair was streaming down from under her helmet, shining in the dawn's first ray, her eyes cold and sad, yet with a spark of hope.
Then, as the sun rose, she pulled her sword from it sheath, shouting a war cry. None who were present will ever forget the beautiful figure silhouetted against the fiery sunrise. ***********************************************************************
Harry awoke with a pleasant, warm feeling filling his whole body. He sat up and stretched, looking around. Then, he saw Legolas and everything came back.
"Why didn't you stop her!" he shouted. "You could have done something, not let her go... anything!"
"Harry," Legolas spoke in a soft, pained voice, "I had no choice. She had made up her mind and nothing I could have said or done would have swayed her decision."
" 'I had no choice,'" Harry repeated with disbelief, "You had no choice! She will die!" his voice cracked with emotion, "the one person who I truly love will die."
Suddenly, his voice died away and a tear rolled down his cheek, "I am sorry, Legolas. But life will be empty without her, she meant everthing to me and I would give everything I possess to have her back."
It was silent.
"Have her back," Harry murmured, "have her back. That's it! I will go to her, bring her back."
"Harry," Legolas' voice brought him back to earth, "you cannot. You do not have enough strength to walk properly and it will be days, even weeks before you can ride and wield weapons. Alanna is a skilled warrior, trained by Elven warriors who saw the first fall of Sauron. She is deadly, Harry, and she will not die." ************************************************************************ "This is it, Snowflake," Alanna spoke softly to her proud white horse, keeping her calm as the army marched down the road. They rode through all seven gates, with people lining the streets and shouting their names. "We go to war."
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Hermione sat up in bed, feeling well rested and happy. Then she remembered everything. She sighed, got up, and pulled her cloak about her. She walked into the garden and found Legolas sitting on the wall, watering a single flower. It was ice blue, and stood straight and tall and proud. Hermione walked over and sat down beside Legolas, "It is a beautiful flower. What's it called?"
"Lovilforera, it was Alanna's. It was her parents last gift to her, and she cherished it above all her other possessions," he answered. Just then, a harsh wind came and knocked over the flower, pulling off a few petals. Legolas frowned, "An ill omen. Some evil is astir. There is no, or little hope for Alanna. The orcs are infested with rage at their master's defeat. They will fight like caged dogs."
"Hermione leaned against him and pushed her forehead against his, staring into his troubled brown eyes, "There is always hope." ************************************************************************ It was the morning of the sixth day of the army's march, when Alanna spotted a giant black mass in the distance. She halted the entire army with a motion of her hand and turned to face them.
"Draw your weapons and be very alert. I will return in a moment."
Alanna dismounted and ran to the nearest tree, climbing it as fast as she could. She reached the top and pulled a looking glass out of her cloak. Legolas had enchanted it so she could see for miles around in any direction.
Alanna peered at the black mass, and what she saw sickened her. Thousands of orcs, dirty disgusting, starved orcs swinging all sorts of dangerous weapons.
Not wasting a second, Alanna beckoned her mount to her. She jumped out of the tree with perfect grace, twirling in Elven style to slow her speed down, and landed square on Snowflake's saddle.
Alanna told the army the truth, not sparing them any details. They needed to know what they were up against in order to fight properly.
"Do not be afraid. Fate is with us," she shouted. Then she drew Elendil's sword, she had borrowed it from Harry, which was glowing with a dazzling light, and, turning Snowflake, galloped off toward the orcs.