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Chapter Eleven: MORTIFERA
Aragorn narrowed his eyes, Legolas eyed him closely and Arwen started laughing.
"What is wrong with you, my Arwen?"Aragorn asked breathlessly.
Arwen sighed and laughed amused. "The one you know as Arwen is not anymore," she paused, watching the King's expression became confused and questioning. "She has been taken care of, her spirit has died. I am called Atrox."
"What do you mean? We've never found a body! Don't speak foolish!" Aragorn snapped stubborn.
"It does not require a body to kill someone," she laughed.
Aragorn's mouth opened, unsure what to say. Legolas reached for a new arrow...
"I would not try that, if I were you..." Atrox said, suddenly turning her head to Legolas "... Elf."
Legolas lowered his bow and put his hand off of the new arrow. Aragorn looked at him from the corner of his eyes, the Elf returned his look.
"Well then, let's not make a mess, shall we?" Atrox said, suddenly turning her gaze at the battlefield. "I will take over Gondor and make this the capital of destruction..."
Aragorn followed her gaze. The battlefield was silent, stonely and above all, eerie painting-like. Nobody moved, nobody got up from the bow and nobody made a sound. It was as if time stood still again.
It happened quickly, faster than a flash. It was a swooshing kind of sound, followed by a cry and the whole battlefield became alive again, everyone continued their battle.
"What-?" Aragorn asked, been with his absent gaze at the battlefield too concentrated to see what had happened behind him.
The first thing his eyes saw was the lifeless body of Arwen, or actually Atrox. An arrow was still in her chest and blood had stained her dress. Aragorn ran towards her and kneeled down beside her.
"No..." he whispered, looking at the body as if it would stir any minute and open her eyes. "No... no, Arwen..." he said between heavy breaths, shakingly grabbing her hand in his.
"Aragorn..." started Legolas, but before he could reply, the body stirred and suddenly began to convulse and something black, like a fog or a strange mist, came out of the top of the body's head and dissappeared.
Aragorn had started crying, although not making any sound. He suddenly turned his head to Legolas. "YOU!" he shouted "YOU KILLED HER!!"
"Aragorn... you know I did not kill her..." Legolas replied silently, watching the King stand up and turn to him.
"You've killed her..." Aragorn repeated.
"... Atrox killed her," Legolas replied "Atrox killed her spirit."
Aragorn shook his head. "No," he said "I see it is your arrow that killed her."
Legolas widened his eyes. "...meldanya," he started.
"Don't call my your friend!" roared Aragorn.
Legolas took a step back and eyed the King closely. "You really believe I killed her? That I am such a person to kill the one you love?" he asked, sounding hurt.
Aragorn did not reply. He simply turned to the battlefield. There were only a few Men left, about 50 and the enemy only excisted from 6 Ents, 10 Wargs and 10 Men. Within a small time, 50 Men returned to the gate. At the sight of Arwen's body, all kneeled down.
Aragorn spoke a few words to them, which Legolas did not hear. He was deaf for the words, he was blind for every other view than the King's face. The Man hated him, he saw him as a murderer. He snapped himself out of it and took a look at Arwen's lifeless body. She looked so innocent, and yet he had killed... No, he told himself. He had not killed her. Atrox had killed her. He had merely killed her body...
Aragorn did not even really understand his words as he told the Men Arwen had died. It was impossible to believe that such a thing had happened, so impossible that it was not sounding as truth to him. It was a lie. Everything was a lie. This short battle had been a lie, the whole thing had to be a lie. There was no way Sauron was back, there was no way he had chosen Arwen to possess. It was no truth, it was a lie.
Legolas made his was to the White Tower of Ecthelion, his mind far off. Not even the sound of the eagle, not even the soft breeze of the summer would be able to bring him to earth again. He was floating somewhere, somewhere between Arwen's death and his shot. The King's words had moved him. He had failed to keep a clear mind. He had failed as a warrior. He had failed as a being. He was useless, he was ruthless and the scene of him releasing the arrow replayed over and over and over and over...
Suddenly, footsteps approached Legolas and he turned around, his mind still lingering about thoughts he did not know how to surpress.
Aragorn crossed his arms and looked at the Elf. "You are pathetic, Legolas. You are unworthy of a friend."
Chapter Eleven: MORTIFERA
Aragorn narrowed his eyes, Legolas eyed him closely and Arwen started laughing.
"What is wrong with you, my Arwen?"Aragorn asked breathlessly.
Arwen sighed and laughed amused. "The one you know as Arwen is not anymore," she paused, watching the King's expression became confused and questioning. "She has been taken care of, her spirit has died. I am called Atrox."
"What do you mean? We've never found a body! Don't speak foolish!" Aragorn snapped stubborn.
"It does not require a body to kill someone," she laughed.
Aragorn's mouth opened, unsure what to say. Legolas reached for a new arrow...
"I would not try that, if I were you..." Atrox said, suddenly turning her head to Legolas "... Elf."
Legolas lowered his bow and put his hand off of the new arrow. Aragorn looked at him from the corner of his eyes, the Elf returned his look.
"Well then, let's not make a mess, shall we?" Atrox said, suddenly turning her gaze at the battlefield. "I will take over Gondor and make this the capital of destruction..."
Aragorn followed her gaze. The battlefield was silent, stonely and above all, eerie painting-like. Nobody moved, nobody got up from the bow and nobody made a sound. It was as if time stood still again.
It happened quickly, faster than a flash. It was a swooshing kind of sound, followed by a cry and the whole battlefield became alive again, everyone continued their battle.
"What-?" Aragorn asked, been with his absent gaze at the battlefield too concentrated to see what had happened behind him.
The first thing his eyes saw was the lifeless body of Arwen, or actually Atrox. An arrow was still in her chest and blood had stained her dress. Aragorn ran towards her and kneeled down beside her.
"No..." he whispered, looking at the body as if it would stir any minute and open her eyes. "No... no, Arwen..." he said between heavy breaths, shakingly grabbing her hand in his.
"Aragorn..." started Legolas, but before he could reply, the body stirred and suddenly began to convulse and something black, like a fog or a strange mist, came out of the top of the body's head and dissappeared.
Aragorn had started crying, although not making any sound. He suddenly turned his head to Legolas. "YOU!" he shouted "YOU KILLED HER!!"
"Aragorn... you know I did not kill her..." Legolas replied silently, watching the King stand up and turn to him.
"You've killed her..." Aragorn repeated.
"... Atrox killed her," Legolas replied "Atrox killed her spirit."
Aragorn shook his head. "No," he said "I see it is your arrow that killed her."
Legolas widened his eyes. "...meldanya," he started.
"Don't call my your friend!" roared Aragorn.
Legolas took a step back and eyed the King closely. "You really believe I killed her? That I am such a person to kill the one you love?" he asked, sounding hurt.
Aragorn did not reply. He simply turned to the battlefield. There were only a few Men left, about 50 and the enemy only excisted from 6 Ents, 10 Wargs and 10 Men. Within a small time, 50 Men returned to the gate. At the sight of Arwen's body, all kneeled down.
Aragorn spoke a few words to them, which Legolas did not hear. He was deaf for the words, he was blind for every other view than the King's face. The Man hated him, he saw him as a murderer. He snapped himself out of it and took a look at Arwen's lifeless body. She looked so innocent, and yet he had killed... No, he told himself. He had not killed her. Atrox had killed her. He had merely killed her body...
Aragorn did not even really understand his words as he told the Men Arwen had died. It was impossible to believe that such a thing had happened, so impossible that it was not sounding as truth to him. It was a lie. Everything was a lie. This short battle had been a lie, the whole thing had to be a lie. There was no way Sauron was back, there was no way he had chosen Arwen to possess. It was no truth, it was a lie.
Legolas made his was to the White Tower of Ecthelion, his mind far off. Not even the sound of the eagle, not even the soft breeze of the summer would be able to bring him to earth again. He was floating somewhere, somewhere between Arwen's death and his shot. The King's words had moved him. He had failed to keep a clear mind. He had failed as a warrior. He had failed as a being. He was useless, he was ruthless and the scene of him releasing the arrow replayed over and over and over and over...
Suddenly, footsteps approached Legolas and he turned around, his mind still lingering about thoughts he did not know how to surpress.
Aragorn crossed his arms and looked at the Elf. "You are pathetic, Legolas. You are unworthy of a friend."