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I indicate thoughts in italics from here. Thought you would like to know.

The Prophecy

Chapter 10 (The unexpected company)

"I had no idea it would end up like this." She whispered, her fingers intertwining with his. Legolas looked down at Silme who was seated before him. He placed his hands gently on her shoulder and hugged her gently from behind. She leaned back as she sighed happily.

"And you feel contented?" he asked in a whisper as he leaned against a tree below which they were seated. She looked up behind her and smiled at the benevolent face above her. "How does it look like?"

"I need proof." He smirked. She laughed as she turned slightly to face him. "Oh! Indeed." She said rubbing her nose against his. Legolas stopped smiling a little as he closed the gap between them quickly. Silme was surprised in the beginning but then she relaxed and fell into his embrace. It would be wonderful to wake every morning like this, beside him. A small blush crept into her cheek as she smiled against the kiss.

"Ahem." A voice came from behind them. Silme immediate drew away. Legolas looked up to see Gandalf standing there with his staff in his hand and quite raised eyebrows. Aragorn who was standing behind the wizard looked at the two elves as though it was the end of the world. His mouth was a little open and the bag that was in his hands a few minutes ago, fell down with a slight flump.

Silme got up immediately and pretended to dust her skirt. Legolas got up as well and he pretended to search for his knives.

"Eh – has anybody seen er my knives?" he asked bending down so that none would see how red his face had become. Aragorn snorted as though trying his best to control his laughter as Gandalf shook his head and smiling turned to call Shadowfax. When they were alone once more, he turned to Silme. She was strapping her quiver behind her.

"Silme." He called. She turned. He was holding his quiver in his hands. A smile graced his face.

"What is it Legolas?" she smiled questioningly.

"Amin mela lle." (I love you.)

Her eyes widened. "Mani?" (What?) She asked. He merely smiled and walked towards Arod who stood there waiting for his master to climb. She stood there looking at him, the mighty prince of Mirkwood bridle his horse. Did he just say he loved her? The kiss last night, it did mean something more than friendly. She was thinking about that when Amrûn came riding beside her. He nudged her shoulder. She started a little and turned to see the clear white eyes of her steed. She smiled a little as she patted his nose absently.

"If it is alright with you, then we should move." Gandalf spoke suddenly that Silme almost jumped. She merely nodded and mounted Amrûn. She then turned to see Legolas looking at her slyly.

The oaf! He's distracting me.

She thought, as she nudged Amrûn a little. He sped up and soon she caught up with Shadowfax. Gandalf smiled slightly as she approached him.

"Had a nice night?" he asked in a low voice. Silme shot a look at the Istari as he surveyed the terrain around them.

"I know what you mean and I know you know the answer." She stated simply. Gandalf turned to look at the elleth beside him. "So, did you-"

"No. We didn't." she completed his sentence. The wizard smiled a little. "I never knew you would talk this way Mithrandir." Gandalf laughed at this and said nothing.

"How far is it to the fort of the minion?" Legolas asked as he maneuvered Arod beside Amrûn. Silme turned to the elf as he rode beside her. But he seemed to be waiting for Gandalf to answer. She sighed a little.

"A day or two perhaps. I am not that sure." The wizard answered in a matter-of-factly voice.

"I see. And would Silme know the way to the fort?" he asked the question to Gandalf but his eyes locked with the elleth.

"I know the place if you must know. But it was long before. I will not know if the creature has shifted to a new hideout."

"Let us hope not." Gandalf said solemnly before nudging Shadowfax to go faster if possible.

The cloaked figure was seated on a grey steed.

"So she is here! My niece – Silme starlight." She clicked against her steed and it sprang forward.

"Doesn't it seem quiet?" Silme stated as the horizon started getting steadily darker. "I think we should camp here for the night." She turned to Gandalf who was also having the same thoughts in his heart. He nodded at her and turned to Aragorn who was watching the sun set in the west. A few solitary stars were already there in the evening sky.

"We can camp here, near these rocks. They are not that great in protection against rain but it is not like we have any other choice. So what say you, Aragorn?"

Aragorn started at this and turned his head to face Gandalf who was studying the king closely. "Whatever Gandalf. Those black clouds seem to approach this direction pretty fast."

The Istari nodded. He then turned to Legolas, "we need firewood. Maybe you can fetch us some?" Legolas smiled and nodded his head.

"You have some nerve Mithrandir. You call for a prince to collect firewood!" he teased smiling. But sure enough, as soon as the camp had been set up, Legolas moved towards some lonesome and dead looking trees in a distance with Gimli.

"Doesn't it seem weird?" the dwarf remarked. Legolas looked up towards the distant dark cloud that seemed closer now. "What seems weird?"

"That we haven't been attacked since we left the glade? I mean now we are all alone and comparatively less protected. Why won't Nwalme attack now?" Legolas frowned at the distant cloud, which now seemed to travel through ground. The next moment his blue eyes widened. He turned to the dwarf who was collecting the wood he had cut.

"Gimli, sometimes I wish you wouldn't speak."

"What? What happened?" the dwarf asked alarmed. Legolas turned back towards the camp, where he could see Silme removing the bridle from Arod who seemed to have taken a great liking for the elleth. He then turned to Gimli who was carrying the firewood.

"What ever is the matter Legolas?" he was getting angry. The elf strung his bow in reply.

"Why are you doing that?" Legolas looked up, "because, we are going to be attacked. That's why!"

He then ran as fast as he could towards the camp. Silme who was stroking Arod's mane, suddenly stiffened. The horse seemed to sense her change and neighed. Gandalf turned to look at the elleth. She was staring at a distance. She then turned to Gandalf, her face alarmed,

"Orcs are approaching us. The cloud we saw from afar must be a huge army. An entire army against us five!"

Gandalf's face grew livid in a matter of moments. "Warn Aragorn. Find Gimli and-"

"Legolas! He's alone." She whispered anxiety clearly apparent in her vice. She shouldered her bow as she ran towards the king who seemed to feel the tension on his own.

"Orcs are approaching. Legolas, where is he?" she said clutching Aragorn's arms. If they had ambushed the two of their party who went alone – her brain was reeling with possible horrors.

"They went to collect firewood. I believe Legolas would have spotted them, Silme. Don't worry." She nodded a little as she took off in the direction that Aragorn had indicated.

Oh if only Amrûn was here! I hope he is safe at least! Her eyes grazed the horizon. Sure enough there was a neigh of a horse beside her and she saw her horse gallop to match her stride. She stopped running and ran to mount her horse, which she mounted in mid gallop. She patted her horse's neck as she whispered into his ears,

"Oio naa elealla alasse', Amrûn!" (Ever is thy sight a joy, Amrûn!)

The horse neighed in response and unfurled his shiny wings. The next moment, the horse leapt into the air and Silme felt the wind whip at her face. It had been so long since she had flown her horse. She would have enjoyed this had it not been for the situation she found herself in right now.

Legolas was correct. Orcs seemed to teem up from the ground right before them. Soon, the two friends were surrounded.

"Got any ideas lad?"

"To tell you the truth, I can't fight an army as one person. I pray Silme is safe."

"Oh yes she is!" Legolas looked up to see Silme seated atop Amrûn, who was flapping his wings to stay air borne. She was smiling at the two. But her attention was diverted as she felt Amrûn shift to the right. She looked to her left to see a black-feathered arrow whiz past her.

"Lle ume quell, Amrûn!" (You did well, Amrûn!)

The horse neighed. She then turned to the orc who had aimed at her. Her eyes narrowed as she pointed at him.

"You, that was not exactly the best thing to do. So, now accept my thanks!"

A knife hit the orc, square between his eyes. The other orcs around him turned to stare at the elleth above them. She sat just as before. Either it was not her dagger or she was damn too fast. She then rode Amrûn straight towards the group in front of Legolas. Just as she released her first arrow, she yelled back,

"Legolas, take care of the ones behind you. Leave these to me." Legolas smiled and nodded. The next instance, two orcs fell dead for arrows with yellow feathers. The fight continued, but the orcs seemed to keep coming. Silme plunged her dagger into one as it tired to stab her, but not before his dagger plunged into her left arm.

Pain shook her entire body as the dagger plunged into her arm. Silme was about to stab another orc when there was a bright light. The orcs ran this way and that. Light was not their idea for ideal fighting conditions. Silme turned to see an elleth seated on her grey steed, with her right hand extended. She seemed to be emanating the light. She turned to see Legolas and Gimli stare at her as well.

"Gurth goth rim lye! Ed' Elbereth!" (Death to our foes! By Elbereth!)

No sooner had the mysterious elleth joined them in battle, there was a sudden change of events. She seemed to use her mere hands to drive or kill the orcs. They fled before her magic with fear they never showed before. When all the army had either been killed or driven off, she turned to Silme.

"So, we meet at last! Silme daughter of Sulé." Silme gazed at the elleth with wide eyes. Was this true? But it was not possible! She had died. Silme gingerly removed the dagger from, her arm. A cry escaped her mouth as pain grazed her body once more. Legolas rushed to her side and caught her, as she was about to fall. Silme pushed his hands off as she stood up with great difficulty.

"Mila?" she asked but what happened after that, she did not know as the entire world went black.

There! Mila has met Silme. Will she succeed in her plans? Will the ones she loves kill Silme? Will this story continue? Well, it will, if you read and review!

Luv,

Anarya of Lorien.