A Somewhat true Tale of Helms Deep
or
A Story of Helms Deep. Kinda.
Chapter 7 Gone But Not Forgotten.
By Liz ©2004
Disclaimer: Not Mine!!!
Warning: AU, everybody sorta OOC, and I couldn't do it so I'm not going to kill who you think I'm going to kill...
Meanings: -Telepathic massages-
AN:
Rated R for violence.
Chapter 7 Gone But Not Forgotten
Haldir glided into the Keep to just miss an arrow that hit the place right where his neck had been. He had been carrying the naked woman close to his body so not to jar her too badly. She had not woken up yet. This worried him, she was still in shock, it had taken him exactly 10 minutes to get here. The longest time he had ever seen Samwe in shock after wounds, was 3 minutes, then she sat up and stitched up her own wounds. Much to the horror of the Ranger, Haldir remembered silently laughing."Samwe? Samwe are you awake?!" Haldir laid her down on one of the smooth tables inside the Great Hall, and shrugged off all his weapons.
Then with one hand he struggled with the clasp on his cloak at his neck, while brushing the hair from Samwe's face. He talked constantly to her like he would to a horse, to calm himself mostly, but to also try to wake her up.
-Samwe?- Nothing, something or someone maybe this dragon Eerangel who was apparently a part of her was blocking his attempts to contact her mind. "Samwe, why did you never tell us what you were, if you think that Galadriel wouldn't have understood, you know she would have. All of us would have."
He dropped the clasp of his cloak and flicked the fabric off his back and bellowed it out over Samwe, he let go and it flouted down to cover her from her breast to her feet.
"Now you had to be the hero and save us didn't you, Samwe. Now I understand you name. Samwe Eerandgel. Samwe, "half-we" it means that you are half of your self. Am I right?" The last three word were spoken as a whisper, to the now not as unconscious person.
She felt the blackness fade away, she was alive. Oh gosh it felt good to be alive.
Then she felt every single bruise, cut, slice, and bump on her body.
"Ughhhhhhhh" she long and she loud. She heard a laugh above her.
"Does this mean you are ready to come back to the living?"
Samwe opened her eyes and saw two fuzzy beings leaning over her. She blinked and one of them left and it was less fuzzy.
"Uggh? Egowas?"
"No, Haldir."
"Haldir... oh." Her vision cleared, "Sorry."
"No problem. I need to start patching you up...?" He began it as a statement and ended it as an unasked question.
"My bag. It's in this room some where. Uhhh, Eowyn why don't you join us."
Haldir spun to where Samwe had looked to, in a back door stood a human woman, well built with waist length golden hair; he also noticed that she had a pouch slung over her shoulder. He waved her in.
"Lady Samwe—"Eowyn approached the table slowly, she had never seen that much blood before from one person.
"Just Samwe, Eowyn." Samwe looked her in the eyes as Eowyn corrected herself, but she never heard what Eowyn had to say as she blacked out again.
Pain. All over. In her legs, arms shoulders, fingers, toes... even her eyelashes hurt.
-Why did you eat that orc? You know they don't agree with me!-
-Samwe, I was fighting, I could have eaten more you know-
-eiy, I know. But I can taste it...its just so nasty-
-yes, they are very nasty. Now you must wake up Samwe. They are trying to open your bag-
"I think she is waking up."
"Haldir... give me my bag, please," Was what Samwe wanted to say, but, "muuunnnnnnnnn." Was the sound that came out instead.
"Samwe you are awake!" The elfs voice held a tinge of relief in it.
"Here," Haldir bent and picked something off the floor next to the table, "we found your bag. "
Haldir held it over Samwe's cloak covered chest, for her to see.
Samwe sighed, it had not been touched. She took the room in quickly; they were the only ones in the great hall. She could hear the battle outside. And the crackling of the fire near by, it sounded out of place compared to what was happening. She thought of what she had been through, what she had done. She could feel the Rohians victory, they had won. She could die finally let go, again.
She began to laugh, a slow ironic noise, her body moving with the laugh.
Eowyn and Haldir exchanged looks and Haldir dropped the bag onto the floor. "Samwe?"
He tried to hold her body down as her crackle turned into a keening wail. Tears streamed down her face mingling with her blood. Samwe's body convulsed and winched when he touched her wounded shoulders to try and keep her from ripping the just cleaned and stitched gashes close, from her bodies attempts to die. But he could not stop them, the skin stretched and ripped free. Her fever hot blood quickly soaked up the bandages, and spilled over Haldirs hands onto the blood stained table.
Eowyn face went white; her stomach then dropped to the floor, turned around and then threatened to come out her throat. She gagged, and limped over to a pillar to hold on to for its support, then she gagged a deep tongue swallowing gag, coughed then doubled over and was sick over the tiled floor.
"Eowyn! Help!"
The elfs worried voice jarred her ears and she managed to get control of herself and strightnen up. She wiped her mouth off with the sleeve of her shirt took a deep breath to steel herself from what she was about to see. She turned and walked over to the frantic Haldir and the dieing Samwe.
The rain had stopped and everything was drying as the fighting continued. The fools dawn had started. The Uruk-hai had broken down the Gate and were slowly making there way in to the compound of the Keep.
Legolas fired arrows into the Uruk-hai army from his protected perch in a covered corner, sniping off the remaining enemy archers when he found them. He was long out of his own arrows and he had many of the quivers of the fallen elves of Dream.
"This is for Rohir." He sent two of Rohirs arrows into a giant uruk-hai, severing its jugular vain and stabbing through its eye into it's brain. It screamed and fell back. The sad elf didn't even notice, he was already killing another with a differently marked arrow.
"And this is for Adriel." He stepped out of the corner to aim better.
He had been separated from Gimli and Aragorn along time ago, almost half the night ago. He could only hope that all was well with them. They were winning. But their was squads of Uruk-hai running around. And that's what approached him now.
"For Carnim. And for Mirie." Two more arrows found their mark in a enemy body.
"And for one who died young, Loa." To late, and not fast enough, three Uruk-archers had lined up in a line front of Legolas and had all fired at once.
Legolas dropped his bow and fell to his knees, an arrow through his right hand and one lodged in his bicep of the same arm. He cried out in surprise then alarm. With his left hand he pulled a ivory blade out of its scabbard, parrying the sword thrust from an Uruk-hai. Then chopped its head off and with the back swing of the same chop it cut through the midsection of another Uruk-hai. It fell screaming and clutching it's belly as its guts streamed out of its body.
Legolas jumped up to his feet to meet the next uruk, but when he fell to his knees again in pain, he didn't chance a look at his legs to see what had happened as he blocked the downward cut of the iron cudgel coming toward his head.
"Arggggh!!!!" Legolas screamed in pain and frustration as it glanced off his right shoulder and sliced off a layer a skin down his arm and cut the arrow shaft off.
Then a light flashed in front his eyes and Legolas saw the head of the uruk that was about to cut his head off again, fall off his neck and roll to the ground. Hitting it a second before its body.
Legolas watched as a light green and brown furry finish off the last 5 attackers of the ones that had been too much for him to fight. He watched as the person slowed and turned toward him and laugh stating, "Need any help?"
Oh, Valar. He could not mistake that voice, "Samwe?" But he had seen Haldir take her bloodied body to the Keep!
Aragorn and Gimli had both watched as the ground force of elves had been surrounded and fired on and slaughtered. When those who were still fighting, saw that happen, it seemed that a new strength had flowed through them, and the tired Men and the remaining of the Elves pulled them selves together. They seem to the Uruk-hai to multiply and attack with more force. As they hacked their ways down the stairs, the Man and Dwarf glimpsed Legolas darting in and out cutting and killing as he went toward the center of the fallen elvs.
Aragorn and Gimli hurried as fast as they could, but a band of Uruk-hai blocked their way to the only stair case down. The learder of the squad stopped the group of ten and smiled at Aragorn.
"At last we meet, Isildur."
Gimli looked around and noticed that the only other one on their side was a wounded Rohainan who was trying to crawl away from the band of uruk-hai, one of the uruk-hai noticed where Gimil had looked and with out looking shot an arrow in the direction of the Man. Gimli growled and hefted his ax and started to walk toward the wounded Man.
The leader cuffed the uruk that had shot the arrow, then walked up to the shoulder shot Man.
He sniffed and then tensed, all the uruk eyes trained onto him. He grinned and turned the body over, "Feeeemale."
His spit dropped onto her face and he leaned close to lick her face. But he never got there, as her hand came up and pushed a piece of splintered wood through his throat. And his black blood ran down her hands and onto her face. She pushed the wood deeper.
"Die, scum of evil." were the words she rasped as the wood did its work.
Everything exploded at once, Aragorn ran toward the uruk-hai and begin to kill them one by one, wasting not a swing of his blade in his furry.
Gimli was not far behind him, as he had paused at the woman to push the uruk off her and chop its head off.
Between the two of them they cleared the stair way. Looking down Aragorn could see that no one was coming, "Gimli, keep watch, I must see if she still lives."
Gimli nodded and stood at ready in front of the opening, prepared to hack at any evil that came up the stairs.
Aragorn pushed the dead body away from the woman, and kneeled by her side.
"Milord, is it bad?" She looked him in the eyes, already knowing the truth.
Aragorn used his fingers to wipe the black uruk blood from her eyes, nose and mouth.
"You'll be fine." He took her outstretched hand, and squeezed it tightly.
"Lier." She said before coughing up some blood. Aragorn turned her head to the left and she spat until she could talk again.
"I saw you, you fought well under someone that you will someday rule."
Aragorn looked at her in shock, "Who are you?"
"The woman from the armory, do you not remember?"
Aragorn nodded, "Yes, but, who?"
Kirra. I do know what Isildur is,-"She coughed again.
"Don't speak, it will only make it worse!" Aragorn was anxious, he could feel her fading.
"No," her voice was getting weaker, "My King, for you shall be a good one, find a woman in Gonder named Maria, tell her I'm, that I'm sorry. Please, My King." Her voice was a wisper.
Aragorn bowed his head, "Don't call me that!"
Her body tensed and then relaxed, "Papa?"
Aragorn looked up at her face to see a look of happiness in her glazed eyes. He closed his eyes for a moment, grief touching his core.
"Aragorn?" Gimli called out from the stairs.
"She's gone." Aragorn closed her eyes and promised her in his heart.
end of chapter 7.
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