Er…short chapter. And…well…it contains the obvious part. I mean…LOOK AT THE BLOODY CHAPTER TITLE!!!!!! Uh oh…
Yeah, anyway, I guess you can kinda imagine what's going to happen now. backs away slowly, Legolas guarding her from readers with evil-looking weapons
Read, enjoy, and review! pulls Legolas away and scuttles off as fast as possible
Lainfaer
P.S. Thank you to everyone who gave their condolences about my great gran. The funeral's on Tuesday. L
I hate funerals! And this is my first one as well! I get a day off school, but really, I think I'd prefer school! I hate good-byes, don't you? Thanks again.
hye em yes – Will Amy and Nat help Éowyn? Read on and you'll find out! Thanks for reviewing.
sunni07 – 22, hot and really nice? Ok, I'll agree with you on that! Yes, I mean Oliphaunts! Thanks for reviewing, and UPDATE!!!!!
TriGemini – Yup, I like suspense! Keeps your readers reading! Hmm, will he find out…read on to…find out! Thanks for reviewing.
ElvenStar5 – Well, a big adventure would be nice. They are going to have an adventure, kind of. You'll se what I mean…
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fallenangel – Thank you very much. Your prayers are welcome. Glad you enjoyed the chapter, and thanks for reviewing. o - angel, see!
Mayrana – You think it was a good chapter? Goody goody gumdrops! Swimming Legolas? Mmm…hurriedly wipes away drool
Ok, here's the chapter for you! grabs pic of NAKED!!!!!! Legolas and scoots
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Crecy – Nope, he won't know! Heehee, thanks for reviewing.
Mrs. Greenleaf – I cried a little, cos my mummy was upset. I didn't know he that well…but anyways, back to the review reply…
Glad you liked the chapter; enjoy this one, and thanks for reviewing.
Elerrina – Yeah, she's in a much better place now. Although she did pass away in hospital. Never mind, I'm sure she's happy up there with Great Granddad!
Hmm, yes, two loony girls going into War…I wonder…
Thanks for reviewing. It was nice talking to you.
Chapter 15: If War be the cause of death…stop.
They galloped eagerly over the plains of Rohan and then Gondor, making their way as fast as they could to the White City. Éowyn clung tightly to Merry, and Natalie and Amy stayed as close to each as possible.
As they crested the hilltop to see the City completely under siege, their hearts sunk just a little. As all eyes turned to face them, they rang their horns out over the plains, striking fear into the hearts of the Mordor forces.
As Théoden galloped along the front, clashing sword with spear, Amy looked across at her friend. "What on Earth are we doing here?" she asked in a whisper.
"Haven't got a clue, but I've got a sudden burst of adrenaline."
"Same here!" They grinned at each other, and then joined in the call of the Rohirrim. Then, they rode on headfirst into the wave of Orcs, swords, and spears at the ready.
On and on they rode, trampling the Orcs into the ground. The enemy was taken completely unawares by this sudden surge of anger shown by the Rohirrim, and their confusion was used as an advantage.
Then, just as they thought they had done all they needed to do, the men saw the Mumakil from the South heading their way. Amy and Natalie just looked at each other with tired expressions.
They reformed the ranks, and charged again. Without a doubt, the Mumakil were huge, and almost impossible to take down, but if they fired arrows at the heads, it did help a great deal.
The three females stayed together, riding under the giant legs of the Mumakil, and cutting into them whenever possible. However, when they did this, they were unhorsed when the huge beast collapsed almost right on top of them. They grouped together, and then found that Merry was missing.
Out of the corner of her eye, Amy saw a great big black thing flying towards them. She turned, and saw the winged beast, bearing the Lord of the Nazgûl bearing straight down onto Théoden. The other two followed her gaze, and stood, frozen, as it flung Théodens' horse, along with the King, across the battle plain. Théoden was then trapped underneath the weight of his horse, and the beast stepped closer, ready to 'feast on his flesh' as the Nazgûl so delicately put it.
But they were there. Éowyn stood in the middle, Amy on her left, Natalie on her right. "You will die if you touch him again," she threatened.
Whilst he was occupied with Éowyn, Amy fixed an arrow to her bow, and shot the beast in the eye. It screamed and stumbled. Éowyn and Natalie then proceeded to chop off its head. The Nazgûl fell to the floor in a great cloud of dust.
Amy fired yet another arrow as he rose up, but just missed. "Bugger it," she cursed. Then, her eyes were drawn to the huge mace he held.
"Crap."
But Éowyn was determined to be avenged. She grabbed another shield, and stood up against the Lord of the Nazgûl. Natalie and Amy stood by her, swords, and knives drawn. They ripped off their helmets, hair falling down to its normal length. Now they could actually see what they were doing.
He swung his mace, and they ducked. He brought it down hard again, and they swerved out of its path. Each time he swung it, they moved smoothly out of the way. But he sped up, and hit Éowyns' shield, shattering it, and breaking her arm in the process.
"Fool," he said, clutching her round the neck. "No man can kill me."
By now, Merry had found Amy and Natalie, and together, they shoved the largest sword they could find into the back of the Lord. They screamed, falling back onto the ground, hitting their heads rather hard.
Éowyn stood to her full height. "I am no man," she told him, taking her helmet off. "You look upon a woman." She thrust her sword as hard as she could into his face, and slumped back against Théodens' horse, exhausted.
The Lord of the Nazgûl seemed to crinkle up, and shrunk. He finally dissolved and blew away as a cloud of dust.
Éowyn dragged herself round to her uncles' side. Their last few moments together were tragic, and too sad to be told here. Then, Éowyn saw her two friends lying motionless upon the ground. She cried out and crawled back over to them.
"No, please no!" she begged, tears welling up as she felt desperately for pulses. "Amy, Nat, please, wake up!"
But they were completely unresponsive. And there was no pulse to be found on either of them. Éowyn cried out in anguish, and collapsed next to them, falling into unconsciousness.
Legolas stood beside his friends on the battle plain as they inspected the damage that had been done. The scale of death and injury was beyond reckoning, and the stench of death was all about them.
He saw Pippin walking aimlessly around, then cry out as he found Merry, buried beneath the dead body of an Orc. He watched for a few moments, glad that the Hobbit was alive. Then he saw Pippin looking at him, his tiny face suddenly pale. He was beckoned over, and he went, wondering what they wanted.
"Legolas," Merry whispered as the Elf crouched beside him. "It's…Amy. She came. She's…over there…"
But Legolas heard no more. He ran in the direction Merry had pointed him in, looking desperately for any signs of her. Why had she come? Why hadn't she stayed where she would be safe…?
He spied Éowyns' golden hair among the black of the Orcs and ran over. Sure enough, beside her, were Amy and Natalie, their faces pale and lifeless. He cried out, pulling her free. She was limp in his grasp, and he buried his face in her neck, tears freely flowing. The chain of the necklace broke, and it fell to the floor, the sapphire dull.
Aragorn heard his friends' cry, and ran over to see what had happened. When he saw Legolas cradling the limp form of Amy, he stopped dead in his tracks. Surely not…
He ran to his friends' side, collapsing onto the ground beside him. "Legolas, please tell me no."
"She's gone," the Elf whispered, looking at the Ranger. "She's dead Aragorn."
"No, she can't be…"
"She is!" Legolas turned back to her, holding her tighter against his body, willing it to live.
Aragorn crawled round to see Natalie, and saw that she too, was dead. He bowed his head, then lifted her up. "Come on Legolas. Let's get them into the City."
Legolas easily picked Amy up, and placed the necklace on top of her. He saw how dull the sapphire had become, and realised why his mother had told him to give it to Amy. However bright the sapphire had been, that was how alive she was. Now it was dull, because she was dead. He followed Aragorn back to the others. By now, Éomer had found his sister, and was also bearing her into the City.
As the three walked by carrying their precious bundles, Gandalf, Pippin, Merry, and Gimli were silent, heads bowed. Gimli walked beside Legolas, his hand resting affectionately on the Elfs' arm. Legolas welcomed the friendly touch and smiled down at the Dwarf. But Gimli had seen the tears, and realised that they ere too late to save the girls who had become so close to their hearts.
Once inside the City, they were laid down in a room in the palace. Éowyn was borne away to the Houses of Healing, as she was still alive. Legolas sat by Amy and Natalie, unwilling to leave. He knew that the War was still not over, but he could not bring himself to go. They were all meeting in the throne room, but Legolas could not tear himself away from his loves side.
"Why Amy?" he asked in a choked voice, gripping her hand. "Why did you go against me? Why didn't you just stay at the Mountain, where you would have been safe? I'm here see, I cam back, just like I promised, yet I find you…dead." He stuttered out the last word, not wanting to believe it.
"What happened melamin?" he asked in a whisper. "How did you die? You don't seem to have any injuries."
"It was the Lord of the Nazgûl Legolas," came a soft voice from the doorway.
Legolas spun round to see Pippin standing there. "What?" he asked in disbelief.
"Merry has just woken up and told me everything," the young Hobbit replied, coming over to Legolas. "They were fighting him, Lady Éowyn, Lady Amy, and Lady Natalie. They killed his winged steed, then turned on him. Whilst Éowyn kept him occupied from the front, Merry, Amy, and Natalie snuck round behind. They shoved a sword into him, and then collapsed onto the ground. Merry says he can't really remember what happened after that; he was knocked unconscious by the force of the blow. But he felt a strange pain pass through him as they plunged the sword into the Ringwraiths' back. Like a paralysing force, freezing them to the very bone. That's all he could tell me. I thought I had better tell you." He looked at the floor, not wanting to see his two friends lying motionless on the beds beside him.
Legolas just stared at him for a moment, then slid onto the floor beside him. "Thank you for telling me," he whispered, bringing Pippin into a gentle embrace. Pippin clung onto him, both of them crying by now.
As Legolas rode out at the head of the column beside Aragorn and Gandalf, he felt his heart break. He had left Amy and Natalie in the care of the healers, and when he returned, he would go about burying them.
He took a deep breath and straightened up in his saddle. He mustn't think about that if he was to concentrate on the task ahead of them. Gimli noticed the sudden change in his friends' stature, and guessed what was running through his mind. He grinned to himself. Legolas was strong; he could get through this with his and Aragorns' help.
The group rode silently on, nearer and nearer to the Black Gate of Mordor. Legolas kept his thoughts firmly away from Amy. Well, he tried to.
It was an impossible task not to think of her. He could picture her smiling face, hear her laugh, feel her touch…how could he forget her? He started to slouch again.
Gimli frowned and poked him in the small of the back. "Sit up straight Elf. You'll get a bad back sitting like that."
Legolas turned round to look at his friend. "Sorry Gimli." He sounded tired, worn out.
"Listen laddie, I know this is hard for you, but once it is all over, you can think about her as much as you like."
"I know; it's just so hard."
"I know it is," he said softly, squeezing Legolas' shoulder comfortingly.
Legolas smiled. "Thank you Gimli. How do you understand me so well?"
"When a person encounters death, they nearly always react the same. True, different races act differently to others, but we all grieve. And that is what you're doing. It is perfectly understandable."
Legolas nodded. "Guess so." He smiled, then faced the road again.
At the Gate, Gandalf spoke with the Mouth of Sauron, as he called himself, then the whole of Mordor was unleashed. The Gates opened, and the Army came flooding out like water from a sluice gate. The third major battle began.
See why I had the Elf guarding me! Reviews would be nice…preferably no flames. Though I guess I kinda deserve them now…
Chapter 16 will be up in about a week's time. Now, I've got to go and get ready for a funeral. stomps away, mumbling I hate funerals…
Lainfaer