Painful Memories, Shattered Love
The Battle
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Haldir's Heart and Soul – Yeah, I like cave trolls, remember? *looks around innocently* Who, me? XD
Zammy – Here you go. Have fun.…
les – I'm evil, for a lack of better term! XD BTW I dunno if she'll die, I haven't decided yet! Mwahahaha! ;) Hurry up, get your stuff on fast! Pwease? = Oh, and I'm glad you like the disclaimers J
jennifer – Okay then? What exactly am I supposed to review on? Unless you meant update and not review? Anyway, here you go, don't cry please, I can't stand it when people cry!
Anyway, on with the story now.
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They waited. She stood with them, holding a small dagger in her injured right arm, while she decided to use a bow instead. She tried putting her dagger away while still keeping it close, but a huge wave of pain hit her, discouraging any further, sudden use of the arm. She waited again as the pain subsided, hoping that the small dagger would be enough to fight off any Orcs – at least for the moment. She waited as the sounds outside the door intensified, suddenly wishing she could be as far away from the as possible. She lowered her head, ashamed at the thought of leaving her father while she got to safety. Meanwhile, Legolas shot two of the creatures through a hole in the door.
She tried to calm herself as the door shook. Then the door burst open, and some of the ugliest creatures in Middle-earth burst through. The first few fell right away, arrows in their throats and chests. Aragorn was also shooting, but after just a second he switched to using a sword. The Orcs broke whatever ranks they were in and descended upon the Fellowship. Márwen made up her mind. Ignoring the pain in her arm, she grabbed her bow and drew an arrow. Aiming quickly, she let go, killing an Orc just before it got her. She straightened and drew another arrow. Another Orc that was about to attack Sam fell with her arrow in the back. The Hobbit turned around and nodded his thanks. Már flashed a smile at him and drew another arrow.
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He turned around and drew his knives. He saw Orcs falling, arrows in their backs. He smiled as her realized that he knew whose arrows they were. Than his face clouded as he realized that Már must really be in pain. He jumped onto a ledge and dispatched another Orc. The door shook again. He saw a Goblin leading something on a chain. It looked like a giant boulder at first; until he realized that it was in fact a cave troll. He drew an arrow. The cave troll looked down at the arrow embedded in its chest, then back up at Legolas. The Prince seemed to have achieved his goal – the troll seemed not to notice the rest of the Fellowship anymore. It was heading right for Legolas, its eyes fixed on the ledge where the nimble Elf was standing. He looked behind the giant head, straight into Már's eyes. In his eyes there was determination to get the youngster out of the Mines safely. Then he turned back to the troll, putting another arrow in its chest. The troll pulled on the chain; it went flying in the air just above Legolas' head. The Elf straightened and jumped from the chain onto the troll's head. Soon another arrow was embedded in the troll. It went into a frenzy and Legolas nimbly jumped off its back. He saw the relieved expression on Már's face and couldn't help but smile. But soon he was back in the fight, hacking and slashing left and right.
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Márwen was tiring. The archery was tiring her arm, causing her awful pain. She knew that she had to keep it up to not get killed, though. Something suddenly cast a shadow onto her. She slowly looked up. She almost lost her wits. But when the troll raised its arm to beat her into the dirt, she struck. Ignoring the pain in her arm, she drew an arrow and fired. It went right in the armpit. But she still had to get away; she knew she only stopped it for a while. Her legs went out from under her. Her eyes widened in shock. She could feel herself falling, but though she willed herself to stand it didn't work.
She saw a shadow pass over her, and she realized it was Aragorn. The Ranger distracted the troll, giving someone else the chance to pull her away. She couldn't tell who it was – the darkness closed in on her. She could feel a presence pass right next to her, and heard a muffled groan. Then she heard nothing more, feeling only the peaceful blackness.
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Legolas saw Aragorn rush right past him. The Ranger seemed to be saying something, but it was inaudible. After killing the Orc, Legolas turned, driven by some feeling of foreboding. He turned, not believing his eyes. He saw Már fall down, and Aragorn distract the cave troll. He ditched the Orc, running with the Elven agility to Már. He dragged her away, keeping close watch. Standing up, he shot an Orc right in the gut. The creature fell away, blocking the next Goblin's path to the fallen youth.
Legolas called Merry over, and told him to watch over Márwen. The Prince then straightened and ran over to the cave troll. The creature was screaming, or at least so it looked. In a flash, its hand went to the mouth, Legolas having shot an arrow there. The creature died, and everyone let out their breaths. Legolas ran over and picked Már up. He knew they would leave soon, but everyone was talking about Frodo.
More Orcs were coming when they took off again. As they were running through the Dwarven complex, the Orcs and Goblins were surrounding them, coming in from everywhere. Just when they thought they would have to face about a thousand of the scum, a loud roar came. The second time around, Orcs begun running away. Gandalf lowered his head. He explained that it was a Balrog, a demon of the ancient world. They all took off at a run, Legolas still carrying Már.
Soon they came to a bridge. The bridge. The bridge of Khazad-Dum. Quickly they passed it, but Gandalf stopped in the middle. He fought with the Balrog. Just when they thought the wizard has beaten the demon, the Balrog's whip caught Gandalf around the ankles. The old wizard fell, hanging on with the last of his strength. He told them to fly, and they did.
But even as they were running, Már's life hung in the balance. As the seconds ticked away, so was her life slowly leaving her body.
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Disclaimer: Nope, I just borrowed them. None of the characters belong to me. Except Már, that is. See, that's what happens when you're not Tolkien…
A.N. Okay, sorry if the chappie was sappy or angsty or whatever. And if there are any misspellings or stuff like that, tell moi. It's currently… *checks watch* 9:30 PM so don't expect too much of me. Well, actually, I guess you could expect a lot since it's actually quite early… Oh well… Mwahahaha! XD
A.N. 2 There probably will be another chapter of TFATTW up, so check back soon. =