The Doom of Battle
Chapter one Authoress: The inspiration of this story came to me by the movie, "The Return of the King" I cried like four or five times during it...that movie is so touching... I am sorry if my elvish grammar is not correct...I do not have the time to go and learn Sindarian Grammar...the only thing I have is a translator. Oh...and this fanfic will NOT be extremely accurate to either the book or the movie...so don't you complain.
3/21/04: Correction...it has been a while since I started this fan fiction, and now I finally get back to working on it.
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Darkness fell upon Rohan; home of the Horse Lords, for the shadows of Mordor began to extend its clutches over Middle-Earth. The Dark Lord Sauron had bred an army of orcs; filthy, vile creatures, with the mind to destroy any and all good on this world. Through this dark eve, an elf, clod in a gray cloak, stood silently at the head of the once great fortress of Helms Deep and peered out into the shadows, bright eyes scouring the dead fields of battle. His heart was filled with sadness, he had fought...yes, fought the armies of Mordor...but it would be only the first in a line of great battles coming. Already, he had seen too many die in Rohan, even the combined forces of Men and Elves could not hold out at the never-ending harassment of the Orc armies.
He saw the moon, a silver crescent, giving light through the darkness...a single ray of hope that would resist all shadow, yet this sight made him grow bitter, only if life was as simple as the celestial masses. Only if the light could always stay strong even when faced with the dark! Before, he had been mistaken when he said that there was no hope left, but even now, after he had been proved wrong, in his heart, hope still waned.
"Dúath eria Darkness rises," he called out to the sky, his clear voice ringing out across the plains, "pen buia i ardhon lant. Man lothron nín gwaith caro? Havo a tir sen ardhon gwanno? Without allies, the world will fall...what can my people do? Stand idle and leave this world to die?"
The sky did not answer; it remained deaf to his pleas.
"I can not just stand and watch helpless children, new at holding the sword, slaughtered by our enemy! Where is the pity? Where is the code of honor?"
The sky still remained silent.
Yet others heard his lament...and those that he called his friends ran up the steps that led up to his tower. They respected his ideas, his anger- for they alone understood the real reason for Legolas's shouting, his outrage. They knew that the anguish for the death of a friend still remained close to his heart.
"Do not torment yourself Legolas," the voice of a man whispered from the shadows. "The world was meant to be this way. Do not blame your people...their time is over..."
"Yet we are the first-borns...who were handed the responsibility of taking care of this land," said the elf, Legolas sadly, looking over at the man he knew as Aragorn.
Aragorn looked at his friend with concern, "It is by the will of the Vala that this was to be, Legolas. Elven ships are sailing off to the west, bearing your kind to the havens Grey. Middle-Earth is no longer of your concern."
At these words, Legolas turned, almost in anger, yet at the sight of his friend, his heart softened. "No," he thought, "Aragorn is right to say that. The time of the elves was over...there was nothing I can do to change that. I can not blame my kin for hesitating to sacrifice themselves for the good of men." Yet his heart was still bitter. The thoughts in his mind could not reach his soul...and deep down, he still spited himself and elvenkind.
Something in the horizon caught the elf's attention and he scanned the darkness once again with his keen eyesight. What he saw filled his heart with a cold dread.
An eye loomed in the distance...a fiery chasm that was never blinking. This was the eye of Sauron...the symbol of doom...
"The Eye of the Enemy is moving."
Chapter one Authoress: The inspiration of this story came to me by the movie, "The Return of the King" I cried like four or five times during it...that movie is so touching... I am sorry if my elvish grammar is not correct...I do not have the time to go and learn Sindarian Grammar...the only thing I have is a translator. Oh...and this fanfic will NOT be extremely accurate to either the book or the movie...so don't you complain.
3/21/04: Correction...it has been a while since I started this fan fiction, and now I finally get back to working on it.
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Darkness fell upon Rohan; home of the Horse Lords, for the shadows of Mordor began to extend its clutches over Middle-Earth. The Dark Lord Sauron had bred an army of orcs; filthy, vile creatures, with the mind to destroy any and all good on this world. Through this dark eve, an elf, clod in a gray cloak, stood silently at the head of the once great fortress of Helms Deep and peered out into the shadows, bright eyes scouring the dead fields of battle. His heart was filled with sadness, he had fought...yes, fought the armies of Mordor...but it would be only the first in a line of great battles coming. Already, he had seen too many die in Rohan, even the combined forces of Men and Elves could not hold out at the never-ending harassment of the Orc armies.
He saw the moon, a silver crescent, giving light through the darkness...a single ray of hope that would resist all shadow, yet this sight made him grow bitter, only if life was as simple as the celestial masses. Only if the light could always stay strong even when faced with the dark! Before, he had been mistaken when he said that there was no hope left, but even now, after he had been proved wrong, in his heart, hope still waned.
"Dúath eria Darkness rises," he called out to the sky, his clear voice ringing out across the plains, "pen buia i ardhon lant. Man lothron nín gwaith caro? Havo a tir sen ardhon gwanno? Without allies, the world will fall...what can my people do? Stand idle and leave this world to die?"
The sky did not answer; it remained deaf to his pleas.
"I can not just stand and watch helpless children, new at holding the sword, slaughtered by our enemy! Where is the pity? Where is the code of honor?"
The sky still remained silent.
Yet others heard his lament...and those that he called his friends ran up the steps that led up to his tower. They respected his ideas, his anger- for they alone understood the real reason for Legolas's shouting, his outrage. They knew that the anguish for the death of a friend still remained close to his heart.
"Do not torment yourself Legolas," the voice of a man whispered from the shadows. "The world was meant to be this way. Do not blame your people...their time is over..."
"Yet we are the first-borns...who were handed the responsibility of taking care of this land," said the elf, Legolas sadly, looking over at the man he knew as Aragorn.
Aragorn looked at his friend with concern, "It is by the will of the Vala that this was to be, Legolas. Elven ships are sailing off to the west, bearing your kind to the havens Grey. Middle-Earth is no longer of your concern."
At these words, Legolas turned, almost in anger, yet at the sight of his friend, his heart softened. "No," he thought, "Aragorn is right to say that. The time of the elves was over...there was nothing I can do to change that. I can not blame my kin for hesitating to sacrifice themselves for the good of men." Yet his heart was still bitter. The thoughts in his mind could not reach his soul...and deep down, he still spited himself and elvenkind.
Something in the horizon caught the elf's attention and he scanned the darkness once again with his keen eyesight. What he saw filled his heart with a cold dread.
An eye loomed in the distance...a fiery chasm that was never blinking. This was the eye of Sauron...the symbol of doom...
"The Eye of the Enemy is moving."