Disclaimer: Think I'm Tolkien? Well too bad cause I'm not. Meaning Lord of
the Rings is NOT mine.
Author's Note: I'm kinda busy so this chapter might be a bit short compared to the last. Sorry bout that. And about the late updates, well, my internet connection is really screwed so I need to use the school computer.
We Are One
Price Be Paid
Hithiel gasped at the change in Sayda. Her mind screamed at her to do something but she stood rooted to the ground, unable to move. Haldir looked up weakly at his impending doom. A week ago he could've dodged it with ease, swinging gracefully out of the dagger's way but now, he didn't even have enough strength to stand. He didn't have time to react so he embraced the death that would inevitably follow.
He looked one last time at the face he had loved and lost. The dagger flew through the air with remarkable speed and accuracy but then out of nowhere, a dark figure hurled out of the doorway and ran in between the blade and the Guardian. Haldir got knocked off his balance and crashed into the stone floor taking with him his brothers. His long golden mane obscured his vision of who saved his life.
With trembling fingers, he brushed his hair out of his face and found an Elf lying face down with the dagger buried to up to its hilt in his side. He crawled weakly to its side to turn the body over to reveal the pale face of his long hated foe, Ambaril. Sweat was smeared across his regal face and his blue sapphire eyes dimmed with each passing moment. The eyes shone with pain and regret. "Why?" whispered Haldir his voice still raw and scratchy.
Hithiel joined him and paled further at the sight of her former lover. Her fingers brushed sweat from his forehead and tried to comfort him. Her other hand moved off to the side where the dagger was still buried but Ambaril stopped her. "But--"
Ambaril shook his head weakly. "No, I know I will die here." He turned to Haldir. "I made so many mistakes before. Now I give my life to repay those debts. I told my guard to do this but realized my foolishness. I could never separate you two." A small pained smile graced his features as he looked passed them to his brother. "I'm sorry."
Legolas flew to his brother's side. "Usi, Ambaril! Usi! Nin ore guin!" He cried out in the ancient tongue of Quenya for he could not recall any words of Westernese to express his sadness. [No, not now, Ambaril! No, not now! You must live!]
Even as he said that, the light dimmed further, all of the splendor of Kings left his features. "You can not slow death, little brother," he said softly to his brother brushing a cold hand across the youthful face. Do not grieve for me too much. I don't deserve it. In my life, I have caused so much pain to everybody, Hithiel, Haldir, even you and Rumil. I think my time has come."
"Ambaril. Don't go. Not now," whispered Haldir. His eyes were still wide with shock.
The King looked at the pale Guardian. "Hithiel risked so much to find you. I know now that I could never be capable of that kind of love. You deserve her more than I."
"Namaarie, melonim. Rin nin," he looked at Hithiel one last time. And those were the final words he said before his spirit slipped into the Halls of Mandos, never to walk among them again. [Farewell, my love. Remember me.]
Hithiel lunged at Ambaril as if to shake the life back but the body stayed limp. "No," she murmured in heartbreak. Tears streaked down her features and the green eyes were tinted red.
Legolas stared at his dead brother and without a word, collapsed on top of the body. His fingers grasping at the fabric and muttering in Elvish. "Tul nai le nin," he sobbed into Ambaril's chest. [Come back to me]
Rumil dropped beside Legolas and embraced the quivering form. Legolas turned to his lover and buried his head in the Guardian's strong chest. Rumil glanced at Haldir, not sure what else to do but Haldir was still and staring at the dead King as if he were stoned. The twins of Elrond slipped in quietly and started to drag them away from the body. "Hithiel, we must go now," Elrohir said quietly to the stricken She-Elf.
He tried to pull her up but she didn't budge. Instead she shoved her friend away. Forgetting that they were in the Dark Lands and in the realm of Sauron, she drew out her twin knives from their resting places. She slowly turned towards Sayda who was lurking quietly in the shadows with her head bowed.
Hearing the clang of the weapons, she looked up to see the Queen walking slowly towards her, knives gripped in both hands. She gasped and took a step backwards. The sight was terrible to behold. Her pale face accented the sharp clarity of her eyes that flashed like green fire. Her form was highlighted in the darkness and full a chilly glow and energy. Within the dark green depths, she showed no pity as she ascended towards the guard.
Sayda backed towards the wall until her heel hit another wall. It was the end of the chamber. She could go no further. With fumbling hands, she drew out her sword, knowing that she would need to defend herself from her Goddess-like fury.
A loud hiss rang through the silent chamber as Hithiel drew back her arm and let a blow fall faster than an eye could follow. It was met with the curved blade of Sayda's sword. The blow fell hard and Sayda's arm shook from the force of the blow. The long knives withdrew only to strike with an even greater force. Hithiel fought with cold fury unlike any other. Her anger was cold as ice as she fought to avenge Ambaril.
Elladen cried out at her to stop but the blood pounding in her ears blocked out everything. She didn't hear anything except for the swish and clang of steel upon steel. She fought mechanically from centuries of practice. Every ounce of energy flew to her wrists and her knives flashed in the dim light. They moved with skill and was a blur to the watchers.
Sayda parried the blows as best as she could but that only made Hithiel increase the speed of her strokes. First blood, however was hers. When she parried a heavy blow, she tried to throw the weight of the knives off her but the long blade of her sword grazed the unprotected skin on Hithiel's arm. It was not deep nor fatal but painful.
For a second, Hithiel backed off as if unbelieving she got hurt but threw herself into battle yet again. The blood stained sword came out to meet her knives once more. "Stop!" cried Sayda desperately. "Do you not see? This is madness! Your actions are fueled by your anger alone! Do not let your head be clouded by your emotions!"
Hithiel missed a beat in her whirlwind of slashes and thrusts as the words sank in but she didn't stop. She feinted towards Sayda's unprotected left arm but drew up her left hand and thrusted the blade into Sayda's leg. Sayda, unable to block the two separate blows crumpled onto the cold stone floor and grasped her leg. Blood gushed out of the deep wound and wobbled when she tried to put weight on it. Hithiel stood victoriously over the guard, her knives posed in a killing blow.
Sayda waited for the blow to fall but it didn't. Instead she heard the sound of knives sliding smoothly into sheathes. She dared to open her eyes and looked at the Queen walking back to her companions. 'You little whore! Because of you Ambaril died! He ran in there because of you! Curse you!' She quietly spat on the floor where the Queen left her and tried to stand up by sliding up the wall.
"Find your way out of Barad-Dur if you can. If you live, it's more than you deserve," she muttered bitterly as her former companions left.
~*~*~With Sauron~*~*~
He gazed with excitement into the palantir, or seeing stone. It depicted the fight between the two She-Elves. 'That one has skill,' he thought to himself looking at the guard of Mirkwood. He frowned in disappointment when she fell but then switched his gaze towards the other female. She was as beautiful as she was deadly. He grinned with pleasure, his evil mind already at work. He could first make the guard of Mirkwood who clearly resented the others on his side. It was so entertaining to see Elves fight amongst themselves.
'You are all mine. No one escapes Sauron. No one.'
Author's Note: Sorry bout the shortness. I think I'm starting to like cliffies! *evil grin* Here are some more replies!
KeeperOfNenya: Nice name! Sorry but I LOVE cliffs. And don't worry. Do you actually think I'll kill my favorite character? NO WAY!!
Haldir's Heart and Soul: Yay! Ambaril is all sweet!! But too bad he had to die. Sorry if the sad scene was cliché or sucky.
S*Penweaver: It's hard trying to shut up a Llama.
Aragorns-gurl33: Update your story!! I love it! Don't worry, I wont kill my favorite character! I'm not THAT cruel! Lol
Cherryfaerie: Oh thank you!! You are too cool! Sorry bout the slashy stuff but I guess I just couldn't resist! Yes, hw sux and school sux. School would be good with no hw though.
DarkCloudSurfer: Do you still like Hithiel?
Mithithiel: Yep! I LOVE cliffs! And Haldir. And about everything else too!
Llama: Ooook Edwards. Too much details there! 1) I don't wanna make 'em die. 2) Haldir always will SOMEHOW survive. And 3) They won't discover nuclear physics for 10000 more years! You write one like that!
Tinuviel88: Yo, cool it will ya? Here's the next chapter so don't kill me.
LotrFreak: Happy now? 4 pages!
Author's Note: I'm kinda busy so this chapter might be a bit short compared to the last. Sorry bout that. And about the late updates, well, my internet connection is really screwed so I need to use the school computer.
We Are One
Price Be Paid
Hithiel gasped at the change in Sayda. Her mind screamed at her to do something but she stood rooted to the ground, unable to move. Haldir looked up weakly at his impending doom. A week ago he could've dodged it with ease, swinging gracefully out of the dagger's way but now, he didn't even have enough strength to stand. He didn't have time to react so he embraced the death that would inevitably follow.
He looked one last time at the face he had loved and lost. The dagger flew through the air with remarkable speed and accuracy but then out of nowhere, a dark figure hurled out of the doorway and ran in between the blade and the Guardian. Haldir got knocked off his balance and crashed into the stone floor taking with him his brothers. His long golden mane obscured his vision of who saved his life.
With trembling fingers, he brushed his hair out of his face and found an Elf lying face down with the dagger buried to up to its hilt in his side. He crawled weakly to its side to turn the body over to reveal the pale face of his long hated foe, Ambaril. Sweat was smeared across his regal face and his blue sapphire eyes dimmed with each passing moment. The eyes shone with pain and regret. "Why?" whispered Haldir his voice still raw and scratchy.
Hithiel joined him and paled further at the sight of her former lover. Her fingers brushed sweat from his forehead and tried to comfort him. Her other hand moved off to the side where the dagger was still buried but Ambaril stopped her. "But--"
Ambaril shook his head weakly. "No, I know I will die here." He turned to Haldir. "I made so many mistakes before. Now I give my life to repay those debts. I told my guard to do this but realized my foolishness. I could never separate you two." A small pained smile graced his features as he looked passed them to his brother. "I'm sorry."
Legolas flew to his brother's side. "Usi, Ambaril! Usi! Nin ore guin!" He cried out in the ancient tongue of Quenya for he could not recall any words of Westernese to express his sadness. [No, not now, Ambaril! No, not now! You must live!]
Even as he said that, the light dimmed further, all of the splendor of Kings left his features. "You can not slow death, little brother," he said softly to his brother brushing a cold hand across the youthful face. Do not grieve for me too much. I don't deserve it. In my life, I have caused so much pain to everybody, Hithiel, Haldir, even you and Rumil. I think my time has come."
"Ambaril. Don't go. Not now," whispered Haldir. His eyes were still wide with shock.
The King looked at the pale Guardian. "Hithiel risked so much to find you. I know now that I could never be capable of that kind of love. You deserve her more than I."
"Namaarie, melonim. Rin nin," he looked at Hithiel one last time. And those were the final words he said before his spirit slipped into the Halls of Mandos, never to walk among them again. [Farewell, my love. Remember me.]
Hithiel lunged at Ambaril as if to shake the life back but the body stayed limp. "No," she murmured in heartbreak. Tears streaked down her features and the green eyes were tinted red.
Legolas stared at his dead brother and without a word, collapsed on top of the body. His fingers grasping at the fabric and muttering in Elvish. "Tul nai le nin," he sobbed into Ambaril's chest. [Come back to me]
Rumil dropped beside Legolas and embraced the quivering form. Legolas turned to his lover and buried his head in the Guardian's strong chest. Rumil glanced at Haldir, not sure what else to do but Haldir was still and staring at the dead King as if he were stoned. The twins of Elrond slipped in quietly and started to drag them away from the body. "Hithiel, we must go now," Elrohir said quietly to the stricken She-Elf.
He tried to pull her up but she didn't budge. Instead she shoved her friend away. Forgetting that they were in the Dark Lands and in the realm of Sauron, she drew out her twin knives from their resting places. She slowly turned towards Sayda who was lurking quietly in the shadows with her head bowed.
Hearing the clang of the weapons, she looked up to see the Queen walking slowly towards her, knives gripped in both hands. She gasped and took a step backwards. The sight was terrible to behold. Her pale face accented the sharp clarity of her eyes that flashed like green fire. Her form was highlighted in the darkness and full a chilly glow and energy. Within the dark green depths, she showed no pity as she ascended towards the guard.
Sayda backed towards the wall until her heel hit another wall. It was the end of the chamber. She could go no further. With fumbling hands, she drew out her sword, knowing that she would need to defend herself from her Goddess-like fury.
A loud hiss rang through the silent chamber as Hithiel drew back her arm and let a blow fall faster than an eye could follow. It was met with the curved blade of Sayda's sword. The blow fell hard and Sayda's arm shook from the force of the blow. The long knives withdrew only to strike with an even greater force. Hithiel fought with cold fury unlike any other. Her anger was cold as ice as she fought to avenge Ambaril.
Elladen cried out at her to stop but the blood pounding in her ears blocked out everything. She didn't hear anything except for the swish and clang of steel upon steel. She fought mechanically from centuries of practice. Every ounce of energy flew to her wrists and her knives flashed in the dim light. They moved with skill and was a blur to the watchers.
Sayda parried the blows as best as she could but that only made Hithiel increase the speed of her strokes. First blood, however was hers. When she parried a heavy blow, she tried to throw the weight of the knives off her but the long blade of her sword grazed the unprotected skin on Hithiel's arm. It was not deep nor fatal but painful.
For a second, Hithiel backed off as if unbelieving she got hurt but threw herself into battle yet again. The blood stained sword came out to meet her knives once more. "Stop!" cried Sayda desperately. "Do you not see? This is madness! Your actions are fueled by your anger alone! Do not let your head be clouded by your emotions!"
Hithiel missed a beat in her whirlwind of slashes and thrusts as the words sank in but she didn't stop. She feinted towards Sayda's unprotected left arm but drew up her left hand and thrusted the blade into Sayda's leg. Sayda, unable to block the two separate blows crumpled onto the cold stone floor and grasped her leg. Blood gushed out of the deep wound and wobbled when she tried to put weight on it. Hithiel stood victoriously over the guard, her knives posed in a killing blow.
Sayda waited for the blow to fall but it didn't. Instead she heard the sound of knives sliding smoothly into sheathes. She dared to open her eyes and looked at the Queen walking back to her companions. 'You little whore! Because of you Ambaril died! He ran in there because of you! Curse you!' She quietly spat on the floor where the Queen left her and tried to stand up by sliding up the wall.
"Find your way out of Barad-Dur if you can. If you live, it's more than you deserve," she muttered bitterly as her former companions left.
~*~*~With Sauron~*~*~
He gazed with excitement into the palantir, or seeing stone. It depicted the fight between the two She-Elves. 'That one has skill,' he thought to himself looking at the guard of Mirkwood. He frowned in disappointment when she fell but then switched his gaze towards the other female. She was as beautiful as she was deadly. He grinned with pleasure, his evil mind already at work. He could first make the guard of Mirkwood who clearly resented the others on his side. It was so entertaining to see Elves fight amongst themselves.
'You are all mine. No one escapes Sauron. No one.'
Author's Note: Sorry bout the shortness. I think I'm starting to like cliffies! *evil grin* Here are some more replies!
KeeperOfNenya: Nice name! Sorry but I LOVE cliffs. And don't worry. Do you actually think I'll kill my favorite character? NO WAY!!
Haldir's Heart and Soul: Yay! Ambaril is all sweet!! But too bad he had to die. Sorry if the sad scene was cliché or sucky.
S*Penweaver: It's hard trying to shut up a Llama.
Aragorns-gurl33: Update your story!! I love it! Don't worry, I wont kill my favorite character! I'm not THAT cruel! Lol
Cherryfaerie: Oh thank you!! You are too cool! Sorry bout the slashy stuff but I guess I just couldn't resist! Yes, hw sux and school sux. School would be good with no hw though.
DarkCloudSurfer: Do you still like Hithiel?
Mithithiel: Yep! I LOVE cliffs! And Haldir. And about everything else too!
Llama: Ooook Edwards. Too much details there! 1) I don't wanna make 'em die. 2) Haldir always will SOMEHOW survive. And 3) They won't discover nuclear physics for 10000 more years! You write one like that!
Tinuviel88: Yo, cool it will ya? Here's the next chapter so don't kill me.
LotrFreak: Happy now? 4 pages!