Author's Note: Hello everyone. Thanks for all of your great reviews! I appreciate them so much. Here is Chapter 16, and I will tell you that there are 5 more chapters to go after this one. So this story is far from over. Enjoy!

Chapter XVI: An Elf's Wrath

Alexa made her way to Minas Tirith with great haste. She knew that the battle would be there next. Sauron's wrath would be great at his defeat in Rohan, and now he would attack the very heart of the kingdom of Men.

Many sweet memories of Haldir overcame Alexa as she rode. Their first meeting, their first kiss, the first time they professed their love for one another. However, the beloved memories soon faded and were replaced by painful ones. She winced as she remembered him lying dead amidst the massacre at Helm's Deep. A black rage came upon her and fiercely gripped her soul. Those evil creatures would pay for what they had done! They had stolen Haldir from her, and now she would make them suffer. And she would relish it.

She rode hard and stopped on the eve before she would reach Minas Tirith. She walked over to Rodyn and slowly began to remove his saddle. The horse seemed relieved to be free of the saddle, but he became agitated as she began to work at the leather straps of his bridle. Alexa sensed his confusion, for she never removed his bridle when they traveled. The horse nudged her, and she scratched his ears.

"I am sorry, Rodyn," she told him as she slipped off the bridle. "I must leave you here, for I am going into battle and know not if I shall return." I do not know if I wish to, she thought in despair.

Rodyn looked at her with pleading eyes, but she refused to relent. She could not lose him too. She carefully hid his bridle and saddle and returned to hug the horse's neck.

"Be safe, my friend," she whispered.

She began to walk away, but Rodyn followed her defiantly. She sighed and turned back to the horse.

"No, Rodyn. You must stay here. Do not follow me."

The horse snorted and stamped his foot stubbornly. She shook her head and sighed.

"You must do this for me, boy. Please, Rodyn." The horse nuzzled her gently and she hugged his neck.

"Farewell, my friend," she said and walked away. This time Rodyn did not follow. She knew that he would be safe, for he was a very intelligent animal and was more than capable of taking care of himself. Alexa traveled with great haste, determined to arrive at Minas Tirith by morning.

Alexa arrived at Minas Tirith amidst the battle at Pelennor Fields. She stopped before she reached the battleground and watched the bloodshed before her. Thousands of orcs and other creatures of the Dark Lord were attacking the city. The Rohirrim were fighting the creatures outside the walls of the city, while the Gondorians were trying to hold back the orcs from inside the city. A slight twinge of fear ran through her as she watched the battle, but she angrily pushed it away and drew her sword. I will show no mercy to the filth of Sauron! She gave a fierce battle cry and charged into the fray, decapitating the first orc that crossed her path. The creature's blood sprayed her, but she did not care; rather, it only heightened her battle rage.

Alexa fought fiercely, killing every orc that she saw. No stroke of her blade was wasted. All she could think of was Haldir lying dead and how these foul creatures had killed him. She ran one orc through and glared into its eyes.

"Now you know what my beloved felt when your kind killed him!"

She kicked the orc back, and freed her sword. She was so blinded by hatred and blood lust that she did not see the orc charging towards her, its club raised. The creature hit her hard in the temple, knocking her to the ground. She shook her head slightly, hurt and dazed by the blow. As her vision cleared, she saw the orc standing over her, his sword raised and ready to strike.

Leod grimaced as he saw another Rohirrim fall. Another one of his friends. He knew that he could be the next one to die, and he was afraid. He was young, and this was his first battle; he had never seen such raw carnage before this day. However, he could not show his fear, for it would make him appear a coward to the other warriors. He must remain brave and fight until his life was taken from him.

Leod's eyes drifted over to the Elven woman who was fighting near them. He had never seen anyone fight as she did: brutally, mindlessly, and without regard for her own life. Do all Elves fight the way she does? he wondered. He watched as she skewered another orc, saying something to it before she kicked it back. Another orc attacked him from behind, and Leod spun around and gutted the creature. He turned back just as the Elf was clubbed in the head by an orc. She fell to the ground, and the orc moved in to finish her. Leod moved quickly and threw his spear at the orc, impaling the vile creature. The orc fell to the ground and the Elf slowly rose. She turned and looked at him.

Leod stared into the Elven woman's eyes in shock. They were so cold and hard, full of hatred and pain. He was surprised for he did not see what he expected to see in her eyes. He had always heard that Elves were alive with light, a light that shone in their eyes. This Elf's eyes did not possess this light; rather, they possessed a deep, frightening darkness. She stared at him with those fierce eyes for a moment longer, then turned and attacked another orc. Leod watched her fight until another orc attacked him, returning his mind to the battle before him.

Alexa stared at the young Rohirrim soldier for a moment longer, and then returned her attention to the battle. She cared not for him, nor for what he had done. She attacked an orc, her sword sending its head flying into the back of another orc. The orc spun around and charged her, screaming and swinging his sword violently. She turned sideways quickly, trying to evade the blow, but the creature's blade grazed her, leaving a deep gash along her side. She growled fiercely and thrust her sword into the orc's gut. The creature screamed and fell to the ground, clutching its wound. She moved above the dying orc and plunged her sword into its heart, finishing him.

Alexa glanced up sharply as the screams of dying orcs and other creatures began to pierce the air. Strange beings that resembled the undead were slaughtering the enemy. What are these creatures? she wondered in shock. The enemy fell quickly, and those who did not ran for their lives in terror. Alexa watched the creatures angrily. Who are these beings to destroy the enemy and leave none for anyone else? I want more! I long to have more of these creatures die at my hand! To see their blood on my blade, and have their dying screams pierce my ears. This is not finished, for justice has not been carried out! But the creatures continued their destruction, nonetheless. Soon the field was filled with nothing but the deadand the few Men who had survived.

Alexa watched as the remaining Rohirrim entered the city to aid the survivors inside. Her blood lust and battle rage began to fade, and she could now clearly see the destruction before her. So much death. So much suffering. Her gaze fell upon the body of the soldier that had saved her life. He was so young and now his life was gone. Her heart began to ache with an unwelcome sadness, and she knew that she could no longer remain in this place of death. She turned and left the battlefield.