Okay, very sorry this chapter is so short so have posted two!!!
A Surprise of delight and one of Horror
A drop of rain landed on Legolas' nose and he reached up to wipe it away. They had been waiting a very long time now and he was beginning to give into the grief of realisation. He looked up to the sky and felt more rain drops land on his face. Gandalf had gone to see if he could see anything that might help them a few hours ago, and had not yet returned. He looked at the hoards of orcs and Uruk-Hai and felt dread creep up on him. Then his gaze went to the tower and imagined Elimay somewhere up there. He did not know how he would survive if she died. He was partly annoyed at her for such a cold goodbye she had given him, but knew deep inside that it was the only way she was going to make herself do what she had to do. He sighed, and lowered his eyes.
Suddenly there was the sound of someone approaching and the elf raised his bow, with an arrow loaded. But he gave a sigh of relief when he saw it was the wizard. He stopped though, frowning when he saw the look of excitement on the old man's face.
"What is it?"
Gandalf crouched back next to Legolas. "The barrier is broken. She has done it."
Legolas immediately perked up. Maybe she was okay. She would make it! "Then let us go kill some orc," Legolas grinned.
The thought that the idea was simply ludicrous never entered the elf's mind, following Gandalf's lead. There seemed to be a mischievous spark in the wizard's eyes. He had something up his sleeve.
"Legolas," he said, "You must try and get into the tower and help Elimay."
"But what about you? You can't..."
Suddenly there was the sound of a horn ringing through the air and Legolas' eyes widened in amazement. He recognised that sound. It was the war horn of Lorien.
Suddenly the whole rock escarpment was swarming with elves, leaping over the rocks and down towards the startled groups of orcs. There were hundreds of elves and as Legolas leapt up to join them, he saw with a strange delight and pride, that Haldir was among them. Even though they were certainly not the best of friends, Legolas felt a great gratification towards the Warden of Celeborn's guard.
"Let us go," Gandalf cried. "I will cover you while you make towards the tower, and do not linger; she may be in danger." This jerked Legolas back to his senses and he leapt over the rock and into battle, with Gandalf behind him.
With a force driven by adrenaline and the need to find Elimay, the elf charged through Saruman's army, killing any that got in his way. He received a few cuts but his mind was set and this finally got him to the entrance of Isengard.
He ran silently up the steps with another elf following him, to aid him. Their swords were out, ready to receive any attack, but it seemed that Elimay had already dealt with that. The floor was littered with a few bodies that she had disposed of. He gave a smile at that but then, as he arrived at the first floor, he immediately froze to see a sight that he had wished he would never have to see.
There on the floor, face down in a pool of dark blood, was Elimay. His heart almost ceased beating as he knelt down to his love and rolled her over to see that there was a huge bleeding wound in her gut. A gasp of horror escaped his lips as he pressed his hand hard to the wound, only feeling the blood seeping from her. He put his other hand on her face, finding that she was horribly cold. A tear fell from his eye as he leaned down to kiss her icy lips. "Eli," he whispered, "Don't leave me."
A noise behind him made him look up, and he saw the elf that had come with him, shift uncomfortably. There was a look of sorrow on his face at the sight of the dying elf.
Legolas managed to control his voice enough to tell the elf to go and see if he could release the prisoners from the dungeons. Then he picked Elimay up in his arms, and carried her limp body down the stairs.
A Surprise of delight and one of Horror
A drop of rain landed on Legolas' nose and he reached up to wipe it away. They had been waiting a very long time now and he was beginning to give into the grief of realisation. He looked up to the sky and felt more rain drops land on his face. Gandalf had gone to see if he could see anything that might help them a few hours ago, and had not yet returned. He looked at the hoards of orcs and Uruk-Hai and felt dread creep up on him. Then his gaze went to the tower and imagined Elimay somewhere up there. He did not know how he would survive if she died. He was partly annoyed at her for such a cold goodbye she had given him, but knew deep inside that it was the only way she was going to make herself do what she had to do. He sighed, and lowered his eyes.
Suddenly there was the sound of someone approaching and the elf raised his bow, with an arrow loaded. But he gave a sigh of relief when he saw it was the wizard. He stopped though, frowning when he saw the look of excitement on the old man's face.
"What is it?"
Gandalf crouched back next to Legolas. "The barrier is broken. She has done it."
Legolas immediately perked up. Maybe she was okay. She would make it! "Then let us go kill some orc," Legolas grinned.
The thought that the idea was simply ludicrous never entered the elf's mind, following Gandalf's lead. There seemed to be a mischievous spark in the wizard's eyes. He had something up his sleeve.
"Legolas," he said, "You must try and get into the tower and help Elimay."
"But what about you? You can't..."
Suddenly there was the sound of a horn ringing through the air and Legolas' eyes widened in amazement. He recognised that sound. It was the war horn of Lorien.
Suddenly the whole rock escarpment was swarming with elves, leaping over the rocks and down towards the startled groups of orcs. There were hundreds of elves and as Legolas leapt up to join them, he saw with a strange delight and pride, that Haldir was among them. Even though they were certainly not the best of friends, Legolas felt a great gratification towards the Warden of Celeborn's guard.
"Let us go," Gandalf cried. "I will cover you while you make towards the tower, and do not linger; she may be in danger." This jerked Legolas back to his senses and he leapt over the rock and into battle, with Gandalf behind him.
With a force driven by adrenaline and the need to find Elimay, the elf charged through Saruman's army, killing any that got in his way. He received a few cuts but his mind was set and this finally got him to the entrance of Isengard.
He ran silently up the steps with another elf following him, to aid him. Their swords were out, ready to receive any attack, but it seemed that Elimay had already dealt with that. The floor was littered with a few bodies that she had disposed of. He gave a smile at that but then, as he arrived at the first floor, he immediately froze to see a sight that he had wished he would never have to see.
There on the floor, face down in a pool of dark blood, was Elimay. His heart almost ceased beating as he knelt down to his love and rolled her over to see that there was a huge bleeding wound in her gut. A gasp of horror escaped his lips as he pressed his hand hard to the wound, only feeling the blood seeping from her. He put his other hand on her face, finding that she was horribly cold. A tear fell from his eye as he leaned down to kiss her icy lips. "Eli," he whispered, "Don't leave me."
A noise behind him made him look up, and he saw the elf that had come with him, shift uncomfortably. There was a look of sorrow on his face at the sight of the dying elf.
Legolas managed to control his voice enough to tell the elf to go and see if he could release the prisoners from the dungeons. Then he picked Elimay up in his arms, and carried her limp body down the stairs.