A/N: Another short chapter in my sucky ff.

Part 37

Legolas sat tall and unwavering upon Arod as he neared Mordor. He was not afraid. The army of Elves marched behind him faithfully. They held faith in the Elf prince, and Legolas would not let them down.

He felt Arod tremble as they got closer and closer to the evil place, but the horse did not turn back out of obedience to his master. Legolas whispered encouragingly in Elvish to him. Arod was soothed by him, and went on. Legolas' Elven eyes saw Uruk Hai at the walls peering down at the approaching army of Elves. It would soon begin.

Aragorn rode alongside Theoden and Eomer, as they caught sight of Isengard. He felt the hatred ride within him for the place. He wanted revenge. For all those that had died fighting Isengard's force. For Haldir.

Aragorn felt a pang of grief go through his heart at the memory of his good friend. He missed the Elf who had died valiantly defending Helm's Deep. He would not be forgotten.

And he wanted revenge for the suffering Legolas endured.

Legolas. Another bolt of pain seared through him at the thought of his best friend. He wondered if the Elf prince had reached Mordor yet, if he was still alive. If they would ever see each other again.

Legolas saw the Uruk Hai rise up at the wall, aiming their jagged arrows down at the Elves, who drew their own fair weapons up at the foul creatures. Everything seemed to be in slow motion now. The hissing of arrows echoed distantly in his sharp ears, as the Elven ones were shot up from behind him and the Orc ones rained down upon them. His silvery blonde tresses whipped up around him in all the movement. Legolas notched an arrow to his own bow.

" For the blood of Men and Elves ", he shouted before releasing it, killing an Orc who stood with it's own weapon ready to slay the Elf prince.

And so the Elven Battle of Mordor began