I know no one probably reads these anyway and didn't care that I didn't
update for three weeks, but hell, I'm enjoying this story. I don't own Lord
of the Rings, I thought I'd best remind any who read this.
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Chapter 5
A sudden reminder
"I want every man and strong lad who can wield a sword to be armed and ready to fight," Théoden said as they walked past the armoury. "Take the women and children into the caves; they will be safe enough in there."
"My Lord, that is not enough," Litavia said. Aragorn pushed past her.
"My Lord send out riders to the other colonies, request help," Aragorn said.
"And who will come?" Théoden snarled. "Dwarves? Elves? We are not so lucky in our friends."
"Gondor will come," Aragorn replied.
"Gondor? Where was Gondor when the West Fold fell? Where was Gondor when our enemies surrounded us? Where was." he stopped and looked at the ground before continuing. "No Lord Aragorn, Gondor cannot help us now." He walked away. Litavia looked out at the horizon as the sun began to lower out of the sky.
"It's coming," she murmured to herself. She felt Legolas's gaze on her and ran down the stairs. She was coming onto the main wall that would hopefully hold out for them as long as Sarumon had not realised the drain. She heard tiny footsteps behind her; she looked around to see what it was as she sat on the steps. It was a little girl, her clothes and face was dirty. She looked startled to see Litavia. But Litavia herself was somewhat startled, for she had never seen a child before.
"I came up to watch the sunset," the little girl said.
"Do you like to watch the sunset?" Litavia asked.
"My Papa and I used to watch all the time, but he was killed by Orcs," she said, she looked disheartened, which strengthened Litavia's hope.
"What's your name little one?" Litavia asked motioning for her to sit down next to her.
"My name is Frieda, are you an Elf?" Frieda asked looking up at Litavia with curiosity. Litavia looked down at her with a smile.
"No, I am too clumsy to be an Elf. I'll tell you a funny story, I was once in the Fangorn Forest, making a potion with my Master Wizard, I dropped a phial of healing potion into the cauldron by mistake and it exploded. My Master Wizard's beard caught on fire and I had boils all over my skin," she said the little girl looked up at her and gave a giggle.
"Did the wizard jump up and down with his beard on fire?" Frieda asked.
"Yes, he almost set fire to the Forest until I threw him into the lake," Litavia told her. They laughed.
"Are you sure you're not an Elf?" Frieda asked playing with Litavia's hair. "Because the man down stairs is like you, tall and handsome, but his hair is one colour." Litavia was about to answer when they heard calling from the stairs. Litavia shot up and had her swords out, startling Frieda. Legolas appeared from the stairwell; he looked at Litavia and held his arms up to show he did not wish to hurt her. Litavia lowered her swords slowly, but did not sheath them.
"The little girl is supposed to be in the caves," Legolas said pointing at her.
"She is safe with me, do you not trust me?" she said eyeing him cautiously. Legolas did not answer her, Litavia turned to the little girl. "He is right all the same. Do not worry; I am sure you will be able to see many more sunsets." The little one got up and hurried down the stairs, after hugging Litavia around the waist. Litavia looked stunned as she watched her run down the stairs.
"You leave quite an impact on anyone that sees you my Lady," Legolas said.
"What are you talking about?" Litavia asked holding her swords by her side and looking at him in confusion at being addressed so.
"You know who I am, don't you? I am the son of Thranduil," he said. Litavia thought she knew what he was getting at but said nothing. "My father is King of the Silvan Elves. He often travels Middle Earth on expeditions." She widened her eyes as he moved closer.
"Your point is?" she asked.
"He once went to a forest where he encountered a strange woman, I remember him telling me so. She resembled an elf but for her hair being two colours and her speed being unbelievable." He walked along the wall, looking over the edge. "He dismissed it as being a mere wild child, or that she had not existed. I personally thought she was real, I wanted to travel to the Fangorn Forest to see her, but I was forbidden to do so." He stepped closer to her. She raised her swords in front of her and forced him to stop.
"Your story is meaningless to me, leave me alone," she said flashing her sword menacingly.
"You knew the two Hobbits would be safe in the Forest because you originally came from there. You knew the creatures of the forest. Why did you run from my father?" he asked ignoring her swords.
"I never run from anyone," she replied angrily and swung her swords at him. He unsheathed his own and blocked her attack, but she spun around and freed her swords.
"You were the wild woman weren't you? You were the girl from the forest," he said. Litavia started striking at his swords.
"You are wrong, I am not a wild child, I was civilised but lived protected in the forest. I trained for years and was educated to understand the creatures of this plain. A wild child would not have even bothered helping your father," she said as their swords were locked into place.
"Then why did you not stay and help him? If you had stayed and healed him properly he may have healed entirely and not died after his return!" Legolas said angrily. He threw her off; she hit the ground and looked up. Legolas held his swords up and was about to bring them down when Gimli jumped in front of her blocking with his axe.
"Legolas calm down lad," Gimli shouted. Legolas released his swords and dropped to his knees; his head in his hands. Gimli bent down by his side. "Come now lad it's alright," said Gimli. Legolas looked at Litavia, she saw for the first time tears. She turned and ran away from the pair.
"Litavia! Come back here!" Gimli shouted. Legolas watched her run, and then looked down again.
Litavia ran over the wall to the other side where she scaled the side of the mountain, looking for a place of refuge from herself. She sat on the ridge of the mountain looking down on the Keep. Had she not done the right thing by helping the King? Surely if she had not stopped him from burning the poison his death would have followed much quicker.
She looked down to where she and Legolas had fought. He was still there, looking out over the plains. She felt her eyes burn and they felt watery. Was this what it felt like to cry? She felt cold suddenly, her heart burnt and her whole body stiffened. Then she saw nothing.
She woke in Legolas's arms; it seemed he had scaled part way to her hiding place after he had seen ice boulders roll down the hill. He had gone to investigate them and found her sprawled in the snow, her cloak torn and ragged.
"Litavia, are you alright?" he asked propping her against the cliff face.
"I'm fine, I think," she said. Her clothes too were torn in several places, and she shivered as a cold wind blew up the mountain.
"What happened?" he asked checking a small gash on her arm.
"I don't know," she said trying to remember. She felt the same cold chill again and then remembered. "I went cold and stiff; my heart felt like a huge fire was burning it away. And then. nothing," she looked up at Legolas who looked at her with a puzzled and anxious look on his face.
"That means they are getting nearer," Legolas said. He looked at her leg, it looked severely bruised. "Do you think you can walk?" he asked grabbing her arm.
"I don't know," she said as he pulled her up. Her left knee gave way and she fell onto it. "No, I must have hit my knee on my trip down." She sat down again. Legolas looked down the mountain and then back at her. She was panting heavily from the effort of getting up. He took her arm again and put her onto his back.
"Come, we must get off this mountain before the sun sets," he said. Litavia looked at him as he set about climbing down the mountain with Litavia on his back, his muscles straining as he took both her weight and his own. He slipped slightly here and there, and she gripped him tightly to avoid slipping from his back. They were nearing the bottom when Litavia felt the same cold, stiffness as before.
"Legolas." she whispered. Her grip was loosening, she could feel herself slipping.
"Litavia, what's wrong? Don't let go," he said turning his head slightly to get a better look at her face out of the corner of his eye.
"I can't help it, the Ring, its taking.they're coming," she said. She began to blackout again.
"Litavia, shake it off," her hand slipped and she began to slide off his back.
"Litavia!" he let go of the mountain side with one hand and caught her with the other. He pulled her back up to him with great effort, and held her close to his body.
"The Ring. it wants." she finally blacked out.
"Litavia!" he exclaimed. He clung to the mountainside as well as to Litavia's limp body. The wall was not far now, he could jump and land safely, but with Litavia in his arms it would be riskier. He had no choice and with Litavia in the state she was in, he couldn't get down any other way. He picked his landing and then pushed away from the mountainside. He landed heavily, Litavia falling out his arms.
Litavia opened her eyes slowly; her face was against the cold stone of the wall. She pushed herself up, every muscle in her body was hurting, but she could no longer feel the pain in her knee or arm. She looked around. Legolas was on the ground, no longer moving. Litavia struggled to her feet and ran to him.
"Legolas?" she asked not touching him at first. She knelt down beside him. He still didn't stir. He had bumped his head as he fell and there was a deep gash in his leg from where he had rolled on the ground. She looked at him, she knew he had not meant what he said to her, and her to him. But what if it was her healing ability that had killed his father?
But it could not have been her; she had healed a small dwarf that had once wondered into the forest on its own. It too had been shot with a Goblin's arrow. She had done the same for it and it had lived. But it had been shot before, and it had not shown her that wound, it was that wound that had killed it. She had discovered it later and realised what had happened.
She quickly rolled Legolas onto his back and rubbed her fingers across her lips. She swiped it across his leg and then made another and pressed it against his head. It dissolved into his pores and vanished. He opened his eyes slowly and shook his head.
"Litavia, are you alright?" he asked sitting up.
"I'm fine, are you alright?" she asked releasing the breath she did not realise she was holding.
"Funnily enough, yes," he said getting to his feet. Litavia looked out at the sun, it was almost set.
"It is time we went to see what is happening with the preparations," Litavia said looking back at him. He nodded and they hurried down to the armoury.
Gimli and Aragorn were watching the men of Rohan armed.
"Farriers, farmers, stable boys; none are soldiers," Aragorn said.
"Many have seen to many winters," Gimli said watching an old farmer take a sword from a soldier.
"Or too few," Legolas said as he and Litavia made their way through the crowded room. Litavia patted a large boy on the head and continued to follow Legolas to where Aragorn and Gimli were standing.
"I'm not so sure about this," Litavia said looking at Aragorn.
"They are frightened, you can see it in their eyes," Legolas said. The room went quiet and they all turned to watch the group of warriors. "And so they should, three hundred. against Ten Thousand!"
"They have more hope defending themselves here than at Edoras," Aragorn replied.
"They cannot win this fight. they are all going to die," Legolas replied.
"Then I shall die as one of them!" Aragorn shouted.
"Legolas," Litavia said standing in front of him as Aragorn stepped back. "Are you not of the Woodland Realm; are you not one of the bravest and strongest of the Elves? Or have I been lied and cheated in my travels? I must have, for you are not strong, you have no hope in your heart. There is always hope, you are weak to not believe in it!" Litavia said shouting her last words. She pushed past him with great force. He went to go after her, but Gimli stopped him. Aragorn stormed out another door.
"Let her be lad," Gimli said. Legolas stopped and watched her run up the stairs.
Litavia walked along the corridors, young boys were looking nervous and unsure at their weapons. She noticed Aragorn speaking to one boy; he seemed to be encouraging him. This strengthened her somehow. She felt a small shove behind her and turned around. A young boy was pulling at his bow, trying to pull the hair as far as he could.
"Here," she said taking it from him. She showed him how to hold it and aim.
"The men don't think we can live out the night, they say it is hopeless, Lady Ranger" he said taking his bow back from her.
"Well," she said gripping his shoulder tightly and smiling. "I believe there is always hope, always." She rubbed him on the head and then left to change into her armour that she had taken from the trunk.
She had never examined it properly, but it was fine armour. The breast plate was cleverly moulded to fit a woman and the arm guards were strong. It glowed like the sun and was lightweight; it didn't slow down her movement at all. She walked back into the main hall. Gimli was walking by.
"My, what fine armour lassie, where might you have gotten that?" he asked.
"It was given to me," she replied shrugging.
"I hope you're not too angry with young Legolas, he knows not better," Gimli said as they walked back to the armoury.
"I can never be angry at anyone for longer than I can take a step," she said smiling. As they approached the armoury room Litavia heard Aragorn speaking with someone. She left Gimli at the entrance and went to saddle Veriann in case she needed her.
Legolas was speaking with Aragorn.
"You have led us this far, and not led us astray," he said solemnly. "Forgive me, I was wrong to despair."
"There is nothing to forgive Legolas," Aragorn said.
"But maybe you should be apologising to someone else," Gimli said putting on his chain mail. "It's about time I got this adjusted," he said as it dropped over his head and fell down to the floor. "It's a little tight across the chest." Legolas and Aragorn laughed.
"Where is Lady Litavia?" Aragorn asked.
"She is saddling Veriann I believe. She seems to think it is possible that she might need her," Gimli replied. Legolas heard soft footsteps walk past the door. He turned and saw Litavia walk past the door. He ran out after her.
"Where are you going Legolas?" Gimli asked. Legolas didn't answer but ran after Litavia.
"Litavia, wait.stop," he called after her. She stopped and turned around in the deserted hall way. She looked up at him expectantly, her eyes slightly narrowed.
"What is it?" she asked.
"Please forgive me for my attitude before, it was wrong for me to lose hope that we should lose this battle," he said looking at the ground.
"There is nothing for me to forgive you for, but do not fret again Legolas," she said with a sigh. Legolas smiled until they were both alerted to the sound of a horn in the distance outside the Deep.
"That is no Orc horn," he said and hurried down the hall.
"What is it if it is not an Orc horn?" she asked hurrying after him. He looked back at her.
"You do not know?" he asked in subtle surprise.
"No, remember, I'm the wild woman," she scorned as they came into the entrance hall. Standing just inside the gate was a huge army of at least one thousand.
"We have come to honour that allegiance," the Captain said looking up as they appeared behind Aragorn and Gimli who had been running ahead of them. Aragorn hurried down the stairs to greet him. Legolas motioned for her to follow and she walked down the stairs anxiously. Aragorn saluted the Captain with a hand fist over his heart, and then he hugged him. The Captain was shocked at first but then replied.
Legolas then stepped forward to greet the captain by gripping his shoulders. The Elf army turned to face Théoden. Litavia could tell they were well trained.
"We would be honoured to fight by Man's side once more," the Captain said as Legolas moved to stand proudly behind him. Litavia smiled; suddenly she felt their chances had grown much more.
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A sudden reminder
"I want every man and strong lad who can wield a sword to be armed and ready to fight," Théoden said as they walked past the armoury. "Take the women and children into the caves; they will be safe enough in there."
"My Lord, that is not enough," Litavia said. Aragorn pushed past her.
"My Lord send out riders to the other colonies, request help," Aragorn said.
"And who will come?" Théoden snarled. "Dwarves? Elves? We are not so lucky in our friends."
"Gondor will come," Aragorn replied.
"Gondor? Where was Gondor when the West Fold fell? Where was Gondor when our enemies surrounded us? Where was." he stopped and looked at the ground before continuing. "No Lord Aragorn, Gondor cannot help us now." He walked away. Litavia looked out at the horizon as the sun began to lower out of the sky.
"It's coming," she murmured to herself. She felt Legolas's gaze on her and ran down the stairs. She was coming onto the main wall that would hopefully hold out for them as long as Sarumon had not realised the drain. She heard tiny footsteps behind her; she looked around to see what it was as she sat on the steps. It was a little girl, her clothes and face was dirty. She looked startled to see Litavia. But Litavia herself was somewhat startled, for she had never seen a child before.
"I came up to watch the sunset," the little girl said.
"Do you like to watch the sunset?" Litavia asked.
"My Papa and I used to watch all the time, but he was killed by Orcs," she said, she looked disheartened, which strengthened Litavia's hope.
"What's your name little one?" Litavia asked motioning for her to sit down next to her.
"My name is Frieda, are you an Elf?" Frieda asked looking up at Litavia with curiosity. Litavia looked down at her with a smile.
"No, I am too clumsy to be an Elf. I'll tell you a funny story, I was once in the Fangorn Forest, making a potion with my Master Wizard, I dropped a phial of healing potion into the cauldron by mistake and it exploded. My Master Wizard's beard caught on fire and I had boils all over my skin," she said the little girl looked up at her and gave a giggle.
"Did the wizard jump up and down with his beard on fire?" Frieda asked.
"Yes, he almost set fire to the Forest until I threw him into the lake," Litavia told her. They laughed.
"Are you sure you're not an Elf?" Frieda asked playing with Litavia's hair. "Because the man down stairs is like you, tall and handsome, but his hair is one colour." Litavia was about to answer when they heard calling from the stairs. Litavia shot up and had her swords out, startling Frieda. Legolas appeared from the stairwell; he looked at Litavia and held his arms up to show he did not wish to hurt her. Litavia lowered her swords slowly, but did not sheath them.
"The little girl is supposed to be in the caves," Legolas said pointing at her.
"She is safe with me, do you not trust me?" she said eyeing him cautiously. Legolas did not answer her, Litavia turned to the little girl. "He is right all the same. Do not worry; I am sure you will be able to see many more sunsets." The little one got up and hurried down the stairs, after hugging Litavia around the waist. Litavia looked stunned as she watched her run down the stairs.
"You leave quite an impact on anyone that sees you my Lady," Legolas said.
"What are you talking about?" Litavia asked holding her swords by her side and looking at him in confusion at being addressed so.
"You know who I am, don't you? I am the son of Thranduil," he said. Litavia thought she knew what he was getting at but said nothing. "My father is King of the Silvan Elves. He often travels Middle Earth on expeditions." She widened her eyes as he moved closer.
"Your point is?" she asked.
"He once went to a forest where he encountered a strange woman, I remember him telling me so. She resembled an elf but for her hair being two colours and her speed being unbelievable." He walked along the wall, looking over the edge. "He dismissed it as being a mere wild child, or that she had not existed. I personally thought she was real, I wanted to travel to the Fangorn Forest to see her, but I was forbidden to do so." He stepped closer to her. She raised her swords in front of her and forced him to stop.
"Your story is meaningless to me, leave me alone," she said flashing her sword menacingly.
"You knew the two Hobbits would be safe in the Forest because you originally came from there. You knew the creatures of the forest. Why did you run from my father?" he asked ignoring her swords.
"I never run from anyone," she replied angrily and swung her swords at him. He unsheathed his own and blocked her attack, but she spun around and freed her swords.
"You were the wild woman weren't you? You were the girl from the forest," he said. Litavia started striking at his swords.
"You are wrong, I am not a wild child, I was civilised but lived protected in the forest. I trained for years and was educated to understand the creatures of this plain. A wild child would not have even bothered helping your father," she said as their swords were locked into place.
"Then why did you not stay and help him? If you had stayed and healed him properly he may have healed entirely and not died after his return!" Legolas said angrily. He threw her off; she hit the ground and looked up. Legolas held his swords up and was about to bring them down when Gimli jumped in front of her blocking with his axe.
"Legolas calm down lad," Gimli shouted. Legolas released his swords and dropped to his knees; his head in his hands. Gimli bent down by his side. "Come now lad it's alright," said Gimli. Legolas looked at Litavia, she saw for the first time tears. She turned and ran away from the pair.
"Litavia! Come back here!" Gimli shouted. Legolas watched her run, and then looked down again.
Litavia ran over the wall to the other side where she scaled the side of the mountain, looking for a place of refuge from herself. She sat on the ridge of the mountain looking down on the Keep. Had she not done the right thing by helping the King? Surely if she had not stopped him from burning the poison his death would have followed much quicker.
She looked down to where she and Legolas had fought. He was still there, looking out over the plains. She felt her eyes burn and they felt watery. Was this what it felt like to cry? She felt cold suddenly, her heart burnt and her whole body stiffened. Then she saw nothing.
She woke in Legolas's arms; it seemed he had scaled part way to her hiding place after he had seen ice boulders roll down the hill. He had gone to investigate them and found her sprawled in the snow, her cloak torn and ragged.
"Litavia, are you alright?" he asked propping her against the cliff face.
"I'm fine, I think," she said. Her clothes too were torn in several places, and she shivered as a cold wind blew up the mountain.
"What happened?" he asked checking a small gash on her arm.
"I don't know," she said trying to remember. She felt the same cold chill again and then remembered. "I went cold and stiff; my heart felt like a huge fire was burning it away. And then. nothing," she looked up at Legolas who looked at her with a puzzled and anxious look on his face.
"That means they are getting nearer," Legolas said. He looked at her leg, it looked severely bruised. "Do you think you can walk?" he asked grabbing her arm.
"I don't know," she said as he pulled her up. Her left knee gave way and she fell onto it. "No, I must have hit my knee on my trip down." She sat down again. Legolas looked down the mountain and then back at her. She was panting heavily from the effort of getting up. He took her arm again and put her onto his back.
"Come, we must get off this mountain before the sun sets," he said. Litavia looked at him as he set about climbing down the mountain with Litavia on his back, his muscles straining as he took both her weight and his own. He slipped slightly here and there, and she gripped him tightly to avoid slipping from his back. They were nearing the bottom when Litavia felt the same cold, stiffness as before.
"Legolas." she whispered. Her grip was loosening, she could feel herself slipping.
"Litavia, what's wrong? Don't let go," he said turning his head slightly to get a better look at her face out of the corner of his eye.
"I can't help it, the Ring, its taking.they're coming," she said. She began to blackout again.
"Litavia, shake it off," her hand slipped and she began to slide off his back.
"Litavia!" he let go of the mountain side with one hand and caught her with the other. He pulled her back up to him with great effort, and held her close to his body.
"The Ring. it wants." she finally blacked out.
"Litavia!" he exclaimed. He clung to the mountainside as well as to Litavia's limp body. The wall was not far now, he could jump and land safely, but with Litavia in his arms it would be riskier. He had no choice and with Litavia in the state she was in, he couldn't get down any other way. He picked his landing and then pushed away from the mountainside. He landed heavily, Litavia falling out his arms.
Litavia opened her eyes slowly; her face was against the cold stone of the wall. She pushed herself up, every muscle in her body was hurting, but she could no longer feel the pain in her knee or arm. She looked around. Legolas was on the ground, no longer moving. Litavia struggled to her feet and ran to him.
"Legolas?" she asked not touching him at first. She knelt down beside him. He still didn't stir. He had bumped his head as he fell and there was a deep gash in his leg from where he had rolled on the ground. She looked at him, she knew he had not meant what he said to her, and her to him. But what if it was her healing ability that had killed his father?
But it could not have been her; she had healed a small dwarf that had once wondered into the forest on its own. It too had been shot with a Goblin's arrow. She had done the same for it and it had lived. But it had been shot before, and it had not shown her that wound, it was that wound that had killed it. She had discovered it later and realised what had happened.
She quickly rolled Legolas onto his back and rubbed her fingers across her lips. She swiped it across his leg and then made another and pressed it against his head. It dissolved into his pores and vanished. He opened his eyes slowly and shook his head.
"Litavia, are you alright?" he asked sitting up.
"I'm fine, are you alright?" she asked releasing the breath she did not realise she was holding.
"Funnily enough, yes," he said getting to his feet. Litavia looked out at the sun, it was almost set.
"It is time we went to see what is happening with the preparations," Litavia said looking back at him. He nodded and they hurried down to the armoury.
Gimli and Aragorn were watching the men of Rohan armed.
"Farriers, farmers, stable boys; none are soldiers," Aragorn said.
"Many have seen to many winters," Gimli said watching an old farmer take a sword from a soldier.
"Or too few," Legolas said as he and Litavia made their way through the crowded room. Litavia patted a large boy on the head and continued to follow Legolas to where Aragorn and Gimli were standing.
"I'm not so sure about this," Litavia said looking at Aragorn.
"They are frightened, you can see it in their eyes," Legolas said. The room went quiet and they all turned to watch the group of warriors. "And so they should, three hundred. against Ten Thousand!"
"They have more hope defending themselves here than at Edoras," Aragorn replied.
"They cannot win this fight. they are all going to die," Legolas replied.
"Then I shall die as one of them!" Aragorn shouted.
"Legolas," Litavia said standing in front of him as Aragorn stepped back. "Are you not of the Woodland Realm; are you not one of the bravest and strongest of the Elves? Or have I been lied and cheated in my travels? I must have, for you are not strong, you have no hope in your heart. There is always hope, you are weak to not believe in it!" Litavia said shouting her last words. She pushed past him with great force. He went to go after her, but Gimli stopped him. Aragorn stormed out another door.
"Let her be lad," Gimli said. Legolas stopped and watched her run up the stairs.
Litavia walked along the corridors, young boys were looking nervous and unsure at their weapons. She noticed Aragorn speaking to one boy; he seemed to be encouraging him. This strengthened her somehow. She felt a small shove behind her and turned around. A young boy was pulling at his bow, trying to pull the hair as far as he could.
"Here," she said taking it from him. She showed him how to hold it and aim.
"The men don't think we can live out the night, they say it is hopeless, Lady Ranger" he said taking his bow back from her.
"Well," she said gripping his shoulder tightly and smiling. "I believe there is always hope, always." She rubbed him on the head and then left to change into her armour that she had taken from the trunk.
She had never examined it properly, but it was fine armour. The breast plate was cleverly moulded to fit a woman and the arm guards were strong. It glowed like the sun and was lightweight; it didn't slow down her movement at all. She walked back into the main hall. Gimli was walking by.
"My, what fine armour lassie, where might you have gotten that?" he asked.
"It was given to me," she replied shrugging.
"I hope you're not too angry with young Legolas, he knows not better," Gimli said as they walked back to the armoury.
"I can never be angry at anyone for longer than I can take a step," she said smiling. As they approached the armoury room Litavia heard Aragorn speaking with someone. She left Gimli at the entrance and went to saddle Veriann in case she needed her.
Legolas was speaking with Aragorn.
"You have led us this far, and not led us astray," he said solemnly. "Forgive me, I was wrong to despair."
"There is nothing to forgive Legolas," Aragorn said.
"But maybe you should be apologising to someone else," Gimli said putting on his chain mail. "It's about time I got this adjusted," he said as it dropped over his head and fell down to the floor. "It's a little tight across the chest." Legolas and Aragorn laughed.
"Where is Lady Litavia?" Aragorn asked.
"She is saddling Veriann I believe. She seems to think it is possible that she might need her," Gimli replied. Legolas heard soft footsteps walk past the door. He turned and saw Litavia walk past the door. He ran out after her.
"Where are you going Legolas?" Gimli asked. Legolas didn't answer but ran after Litavia.
"Litavia, wait.stop," he called after her. She stopped and turned around in the deserted hall way. She looked up at him expectantly, her eyes slightly narrowed.
"What is it?" she asked.
"Please forgive me for my attitude before, it was wrong for me to lose hope that we should lose this battle," he said looking at the ground.
"There is nothing for me to forgive you for, but do not fret again Legolas," she said with a sigh. Legolas smiled until they were both alerted to the sound of a horn in the distance outside the Deep.
"That is no Orc horn," he said and hurried down the hall.
"What is it if it is not an Orc horn?" she asked hurrying after him. He looked back at her.
"You do not know?" he asked in subtle surprise.
"No, remember, I'm the wild woman," she scorned as they came into the entrance hall. Standing just inside the gate was a huge army of at least one thousand.
"We have come to honour that allegiance," the Captain said looking up as they appeared behind Aragorn and Gimli who had been running ahead of them. Aragorn hurried down the stairs to greet him. Legolas motioned for her to follow and she walked down the stairs anxiously. Aragorn saluted the Captain with a hand fist over his heart, and then he hugged him. The Captain was shocked at first but then replied.
Legolas then stepped forward to greet the captain by gripping his shoulders. The Elf army turned to face Théoden. Litavia could tell they were well trained.
"We would be honoured to fight by Man's side once more," the Captain said as Legolas moved to stand proudly behind him. Litavia smiled; suddenly she felt their chances had grown much more.
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