Disclaimer: I wish I owned The Lord of the Rings. But, unfortunately I
don't.
I own Katalia, Baragon, and his family!
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Chapter 10 The battle of the Pellanor Fields Part one...
Once Katalia got to her room she took out the clothes that Baragon had given her shortly after they first meet and changed hastily. She glanced at her breakfast, sitting down and eating as fast as she could. ~I will be needing the energy.~
Once she was done she went to Pippin's room and grabbed the helmet he said she could wear. Then she made her way out of the city to where Gondorian and Rohirrim soldiers were fighting the orcs. ~This will be more to prove to Baragon that I will not do as he would like. Also, I need to let my madness out on something. So I might as well kill some orcs.~
How funny and insane her logic sounded, but how sane was anyone these days?
Katalia started fighting and at the same time keeping an eye out for Baragon. She was about to
give up hope that he was still alive when finally after hours she saw him. Slowly, she approached killing orcs as she went. "Hello Baragon." she said cheerfully.
Baragon looked startled, he knew that voice. ~But it can't be her.~ he wished silently. "Is that you Katalia?" he asked although he already knew the answer.
"Of course it is." was the smart reply.
"You shouldn't be out here. You gave your word."
"Lord Denethor released me from his service. I am not bound by my word any longer."
"Well now you're most likely going to die same as the rest of us."
"I would have died in the city too. People are saying that it will fall, I would dither die or be taken captive. Personally I'd rather die than be tortured if you even care about my preference. I
would also like to kill some orcs before they get me!" They went on silently for a while killing orcs. The blood flew, warm liquid running down her arm. Katalia's lip curled in distaste.
What was there to say? After a couple of hours she was tiring. ~I can't stop. Otherwise, I will die.~ Was the silent and cold truth inside her head. Then a Southernling fell of an Olipahnt and landed dead center on her leg. Pain shot up through it through her body. It was twisted beneath her with a sickening snap. Baragon killed the Southernling before Katalia could do anything. Then he helped her up. Katalia had tears in her eyes.
"Are you hurt?"
"My leg really hurts." she admitted coldly. "But don't worry about it. You should have let me kill the Southernling. Or otherwise let me die!"
Baragon looked at her gravely, they had completely forgotten that they were in the middle of a battle. Suddenly an orc shot an arrow through Baragon's stomach while another one hit him over the head. "No!" screamed Katalia as his still body fell to the ground. Blood pouring from it, so that he was not only loosing blood, but his life.
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Ha Ha Ha. I'm so evil! Sorry you guys I just had to stop it there! I
know its short. Thank you everyone who is reading and reviewing my
story. And many many thanks to my beta reader Elessar*Adorer.
Namarie,
Katalia
I own Katalia, Baragon, and his family!
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Chapter 10 The battle of the Pellanor Fields Part one...
Once Katalia got to her room she took out the clothes that Baragon had given her shortly after they first meet and changed hastily. She glanced at her breakfast, sitting down and eating as fast as she could. ~I will be needing the energy.~
Once she was done she went to Pippin's room and grabbed the helmet he said she could wear. Then she made her way out of the city to where Gondorian and Rohirrim soldiers were fighting the orcs. ~This will be more to prove to Baragon that I will not do as he would like. Also, I need to let my madness out on something. So I might as well kill some orcs.~
How funny and insane her logic sounded, but how sane was anyone these days?
Katalia started fighting and at the same time keeping an eye out for Baragon. She was about to
give up hope that he was still alive when finally after hours she saw him. Slowly, she approached killing orcs as she went. "Hello Baragon." she said cheerfully.
Baragon looked startled, he knew that voice. ~But it can't be her.~ he wished silently. "Is that you Katalia?" he asked although he already knew the answer.
"Of course it is." was the smart reply.
"You shouldn't be out here. You gave your word."
"Lord Denethor released me from his service. I am not bound by my word any longer."
"Well now you're most likely going to die same as the rest of us."
"I would have died in the city too. People are saying that it will fall, I would dither die or be taken captive. Personally I'd rather die than be tortured if you even care about my preference. I
would also like to kill some orcs before they get me!" They went on silently for a while killing orcs. The blood flew, warm liquid running down her arm. Katalia's lip curled in distaste.
What was there to say? After a couple of hours she was tiring. ~I can't stop. Otherwise, I will die.~ Was the silent and cold truth inside her head. Then a Southernling fell of an Olipahnt and landed dead center on her leg. Pain shot up through it through her body. It was twisted beneath her with a sickening snap. Baragon killed the Southernling before Katalia could do anything. Then he helped her up. Katalia had tears in her eyes.
"Are you hurt?"
"My leg really hurts." she admitted coldly. "But don't worry about it. You should have let me kill the Southernling. Or otherwise let me die!"
Baragon looked at her gravely, they had completely forgotten that they were in the middle of a battle. Suddenly an orc shot an arrow through Baragon's stomach while another one hit him over the head. "No!" screamed Katalia as his still body fell to the ground. Blood pouring from it, so that he was not only loosing blood, but his life.
***************************************************
Ha Ha Ha. I'm so evil! Sorry you guys I just had to stop it there! I
know its short. Thank you everyone who is reading and reviewing my
story. And many many thanks to my beta reader Elessar*Adorer.
Namarie,
Katalia