A Somewhat true Tale of Helms Deep
Chapter 9.....
By Liz
Disclaimer: poof I don't own Lego- I mean lotr.
Warning: a few flash backs, it has not been beta. The next Chapter sould be out soon. It almost over!!! Thanks you ya'll for reading.
Meanings: -Telepathic massages- italics
AN: I can seem to make one name stick for the Great Hall, so stay with me here ya'll.
Rated: pg 13
Chapter 9 Liz Invades. And a Horsy is Killed.
(Samwe POV)
My pen scratched against the paper. I was coming to another ending of another part of my life.
I would like to say that all was happy ending, and I had just passed out, and that the Hands of my friend, Aragorn healed me, that none of the noble, good hearted Laurelindorenan friends of mine had died, that poor Kirra had not needed to don armour.
I touched my forehead; I could feel the soft but deep wrinkles in my skin. I did not have much more time, a year at the most. I took a drink of the water from the plastic cup on my desk. My hand shook as I set the cup back down, a few water droplets fell from the cup and danced through the air.
They reminded me of Haldir's tears. I flew back to the past. Back when I had done the unthinkable, being in the same place twice, at the same time.
I could have destroyed the melody of the Great Song, and not to mention what I could have done to the time space continuum. I guess that because of the fact that I was not the same person, that my name had been different, nothing bad had happened to any universe. I set my pen back to the paper again, and continued.
"The Lady of Rivendell sailed to the Valinor along time ago."
I looked up to the speaker, a tall human male. Very handsome, he reminded me of something, somebody he stood out, a dark form in contrast to the twenty some light haired men behind him. Be hind him stood also a dwarf.
The elf that had been setting beside me—Legolas, leapt to his feet and ran to the group, calling out, "My friends, you live!"
The dwarf grunted as the elf placed a hand on his shoulder, the dark haired Ranger, I now realize from his outfit, acknowledged him with a smile and a nod. I could feel the love and friendship radiating off them, and my heart cracked in sorrow, I had never been a part of any relationship like that before. The last person I knew that I could call a friend was almost over eight centuries ago. I missed the little guy so much. From his way of talking, to his way of life, he was one of the best people I had ever met. Thinking about him made me touch the tubular case at my side. He had helped me make it from the best of the best. A Magnum Opus Coerce Phosphorus—
"You!"
I looked up, startled, right into the point of the sword of the dark haired man. I guess I must have zoned out.
"Yes?" I asked him trying to peer around him to see if the elf was okay and had not passed out, most of the beings I heal tend to do that but as I had never healed an elf before, I didn't know how he would fare, the man moved with me, blocking my view.
"Whose side are you on? Do you serve Saruman the Deceiver or a greater force?" The Ranger demanded more the asked.
I must have taken to long to answer because the sword point was now touching my neck. There was only person who could do that for long. And this Ranger was not this person. I reached for my sword beside me, but he beat me to it, and kicked it across the stone floor with his foot, I could hear its complaint as is grated on the dirt and stone. Now I was irritated, nobody dishonours my sword. I did the next logical thing, I answered his question. It was a quit answer, and the last words came out in a growl.
"I serve no earthly master. Now take your sword off my neck."
He moved it away from my neck, but still pointed it in my direction. "How can we believe that?"
What an exasperating man! "I healed your friend." I sounded pathetic, but it was all I had to convince him, I was good. I knew that just telling somebody that, I'm a good guy don't kill me. That only worked in stories.
He shrugged, "Anyone could have done that." The blade was still pointed at me.
Shot! I knew it wouldn't work, well, I guess I'll have to give the, I'm a good guy, line. I was just about to when I felt a powerful presences, I gulped and bowed my head and closed my eyes. This was not good for me. Oh, I hope it was not Eonwe, please not Eonwe, he would be mad at me for sure. Then I head it speak, it was most certainly NOT Eonwe. I was only in a slightly better situation.
"Ah, Strider, you may lower you sword. I shall, hum... deal with her."
(Aragorn POV)
I turned and greeted the Wizard, "Gandalf!"
He approached the girl and me, and returned the greeting with and smile and a nod.
"Stand up girl," he held his hand out in front of the girl's face and continued in his gruff voice, "I'm not going to hurt you."
Not going to hurt her? Of course we're not going to hurt her! Why would he say that? Wait... now that I think about it, she did wince when he had talked.
The girl opened her eyes and stared at the hand, and then I watched as her eyes followed the arm up to the face. She smiled, and grasped his hand. I looked over to see Gandalf's eyes twinkling a bit.
She pulled her self up and straightened out to her full height, she was easily over five and a half feet tall. Then she bowed to Gandalf, then faced me, lifting her chin and looking me squarely in the eyes, as an equal, and placed her right hand under her left shoulder she said,
"I believe we were not properly introduced. I am-" She glanced quickly over at Gandalf and then back at me. "Sarah S. Eerandgel." She dipped her head to me, and I saw a pained look fleet over her face momentarily. But it was gone in a flash, so I did not ask her about it.
She was an Eerandgel... maybe she was related to Samwe. "I am Aragorn, and these are my friends," I turned and gusted to the elf, man and dwarf behind me. Eomer must have dismissed his men during my confrontation with Sarah. "The elf, Legolas, who you already meet I hope, the man is Eomer, and Gimli is the sturdy dwarf."
Sarah bowed to them. And they bowed back. "And this," I turned to Gandalf, "is Gandalf."
"Speaking of which, I must talk to him." Sarah requested.
"The Great Hall is not far from here. My sister should be in there by now, let us walk over to there." Eomer tossed in, pointing in the general direction of the Hall.
"And see if there is anything to eat; warfare can make a dwarf hungry." Gimli said.
Legolas laughed, and pushed him lightly on the shoulder, "Ai, Gimli! You sound like a hobbit!"
Eomer turned, "Come, I shall lead the way."
"Aye, that would be good." Gandalf tapped me lightly on the back with his staff, silently urging me to join the larger group.
(Gandalf POV)
-Well, I must say child, I did not expect to see you any time soon.- I watched the guilty girl look up into my face and recognize me.
-I didn't expect you either, Olorin. I thought you were Eonwe- She smiled at me, and grabbed my out starched hand.
-He does not venture far from the side of Manwe anymore. You have not told them anything have you? No need to bow, I'm Gandalf in this form-
-No. Nothing, not even my name.- She glanced at me then back to Aragorn.
I gave my approval at her hesitation –Good, you may tell them. Sarah S. Eerandgel is fine. Samwe, your older self is here. Did you know that?-
I saw a pained look on her face briefly, no she didn't know.
Here answer was only of shock. -oh-
-Samwe, you have gotten much better at higher levels of speech. But, unlike you I can not both talk out loud and carry a thought conversation with you.-
I was having enough trouble following both conversations as it was. Ah, they were talking about going to the Great Hall, a good idea. I needed to talk to Sarah and get her up to date.
"Aye that would be good." I concluded the speaking conversation and prodded Aragorn on the back with my staff, urging him to join the group ahead. He glanced at me for a moment then jogged up to the elf, dwarf and man. He did not join the banter, he suspected something I feared.
I pulled my staff under my chin and waited for Sarah to say something, she didn't let me down.
"Olo-I mean Gandalf, could I see what has happened in the time that I've been gone?"
I nodded, "We have only a few moments, so I will pick out only the main events that."
She closed her eyes and lifted her hands so that they flouted in the air between us. I quickly chose key moments. Let me see she left in the year 129. I closed my eyes and begin to show her snippets of scenes from the past.
The births of the three children of Elrond.
The discovery of the Nazgul in Dol Guldur.
The Evil multiplying, Orcs attacking Misty Mountians.
The burning of Osgiliath and the loss of the palantir.
The Migration of the Periannath to the Shire.
The palantiri of Annumunas and Amon Sul are lost.
Aranarth is named Chieftain of the Dunedain.
The Heirlooms are given to the keeping of Elrond.
The Witch-king comes to Mordor and the Nazgul follow him.
The Balrog appearing in Moria, then the Dwarves fleeing.
The Fall of Minas Ithil, and its palantir is lost to the Nazgul.
The power of Dol Guldur growing and The fear that it is Sauron.
I show her when I go to Dol Guldur, and Sauron's retreat to the East.
The beginning of the Watchful Peace and the End of it.
The Forming of the White Council.
Of Sméagol taking the One Ring, and hiding in the Misty Mountains.
The Lady Celebrian's leaving and the cause of her departure.
The Long Winter.
The War of the Dwarves and Orcs.
The finding of the master of Dol Guldur, and the Death of Thrain.
The Birth of Bilbo.
Birth of Aragorn, and his raising by Elrond.
The Adventures of Bilbo and the defeat of Smaug the Dragon.
Birth of Théoden, King of Rohan.
Sauron declaring himself openly.
Elrond telling "Estel" his real name and ancestry.
Arwen and Aragorn meeting.
The Last Meeting of the White Council.
Mount Doom bursting into flame again.
The meeting of Aragorn and I.
Birth of Frodo.
Birth of the Sons of Denethor.
Bilbo's Farewell feast.
The search for Gollum, and his imprisonment in Mordor.
Here I rush faster.
Frodo leaving bag end and making it to Bree. Meeting Strider.
Then at Rivendell. Council of Elrond. The Decision.
The Fellowship of the Ring.
The Braking of the Fellowship.
My defeating of the Balrog in Moria.
And then I end with Frodo and Sam in the Dead Marshes.
It took no more then five breaths to show her all of that, I open my eyes; Sarah had a few tears running down her face. She lowered her hands, and opened her eyes as well. There was no need for words, or thoughts. She turned and began walking in the way the others left. I caught up with her and we made our way to the Hall.
(Legolas POV)
While we walked to the Great Hall, I laughed and talked with my friends, but I admit, my mind was on the woman-child who had healed me.
Sarah
Her name, the word whispered through my head, it had a mysterious feel, as if she was some one from my long ago elfling past. I knew of the name, I was sure of it, dead sure. How ironic, I would be dead for sure if Sarah hadn't showed up. At the right time, she just appeared out of no where and sliced and diced her way through six orcs in less time it took for me. That had almost hurt my pride, but at the time I was in to much pain to admit it.
Then those hands, the thousands of helping hands that carried me to the ledge, the first time I had felt those we when I had first meet Samwe.
Flash Back
"Where am I? Why am I at the back of Imladris?"
"You don't remember do you? Well, Lord Elrond went to greet Estel, and he left me the job of giving you this," the woman held up a small bowl that smelled like bitter herbs, "since you are to dangerous to your self and people around you, I'm sorry but you could not be unbound. And that is why Lord Elrond left for he knew of the method I was going to have to use to dose you."
She looked at him, her features devoid of almost any emotion... but Legolas could see a little bit of irony in the corners of her eyes where there were a few creases in her skin. It seemed that only humans got wrinkles and creases. Legolas looked at her incredulously
"..you're jesting... nobody finger feeds an elf!"
"No, I'm not, it's up to you. This could go easy for the both of us or you can make it harder."
Legolsd thought to himself 'There is no other way?'
And as if to answer his unspoken question, the woman only continued to give him a stony stare.
He sighed, well, she did seem to be the only person around, she he guessed it would be okay. "I'm ready."
It's only about two spoonfuls but you're going to need all of it to combat the poison..."
"I said I am ready," he paused, "I don't know your name."
The woman ignored the elf's request for her name and looked at the contents in the cup and felt her stomach lurch.
"Here goes nothing," she said to nobody in particular.
And then she used three fingers and slid the contents out of the cup and into her mouth.
Her eyes crossed briefly from the amount in her mouth then she all most gagged when it hit her taste buds. She quickly leaned forward and gently held the elfs head down and kissed it to him.
When all the herb mixture had passed over to him, she coughed and spit over the grass.
Legolas was preparing himself to be finger feed, so he really wasn't expecting her to kiss it to him, he then knew the reason why she hadn't finger feed it when the paste hit the back of his tongue, it was smoother the flax seed, slippery and so nasty tasting it made his jaw clinch from a gag, if she had finger fed it to him, he probably would of bitten off her fingers.
He couldn't spit the stuff out so he swallowed as much out of his most as he could then he gasped for water.
'I need water...' was his first thought. Then a with a thought of mirth, 'Well, hey, at least it was not Elrond.'
His eye traveled to the woman that had been attending him,
"Water" his voice was a mere whisper; the woman looked up at him startled and said firmly,
"We, master elf, both need water."
She quickly rummaged through a basket beside the bed until she found a water skin. She took a sip, swishing out her mouth, then she kneeled back at Legolas's side and took another drink, and swallowed.
The he felt something push his head up slightly, it felt like, like, about ten pairs of gentle hands holding his head and then he felt one open his mouth a small sliver. Then he saw the woman lean over him,
"Shh elf, they will not harm you, they come to help you." She said as she gently--slowly poured the water into Legolas's mouth.
"There," She picked up a soft clothe and wiped the tied down elf's lower face.
Legolas cleared his throat and said, "I still do not know your name."
The woman laughed, "That seems to be common with me and elves, for now, call me Sarah."
End Flash Back
...Just like someone else he knew... someone he knew... they were the same person... because after his strange sickness had been defeated. Sarah turned out to be her old name; her real name was Samwe Eerandgel! Sarah and Samwe where one and the same! But how come Sarah didn't remember him, and if she was Samwe, how come she didn't use that name? And for Arda sake, why was she asking all of those questions earlier? His head began to fell dizzy; this was getting too hard to understand...
Someone lightly smacked him over the head, "Legolas!"
"huh? What? Orcs!?" He came out of his thinking, to find Aragorn and Gimli laughing at him, and Eomer holding it in, it looked as if he was not to sure if it was permitted to laugh at a elf.
((End Legolas POV))
"We were saying, before I s-smacked you, that we should wait for Gandalf and Sarah before we go in to the Hall." Aragorn had a hard time getting it out and it took Legolas a few moments to understand what he was trying to say between all the laughter. By the time Legolas did figure out what he said, it was too late to reply because Sarah and Gandalf had just caught up with them, and Sarah asked, "What are you laughing about, do tell the joke!"
"Ah, yes do." A tired voice spoke, "For it may do me good to laugh."
"King Theoden!" Eomer went down hastily on to one knee, "I head that Helms Deep had been threaten, the Riders of the Mark came as fast as we could, I hope I have not displeased you." Eomer looked up to his uncle, and then not seeing Grima he straightened up completely, still staying on one knee.
Theoden surveyed the group, and this is what he saw. The torn clothes on the elf. The real leader this past night of his people. A stout hearted dwarf. His own dear nephew. A wizard who never abandoned him. And a girl who's fast struck a cord deep within him, but he let it past.
He walked over to the kneeling man and placed his hand on his shoulder, "Rise up my nephew, you did what was right."
Eomer stood up. And he began to smile, every one caught the smile. And Théoden reached out his arms, and they hugged each other.
Sappy back ground music began to play and out of the corner of her eye Sarah saw some one who did not fit with her surroundings. She was wearing neon green pedal pushers and a purple t-shirt. The girl was wiping tears from her eyes and typing on a laptop furiously at the same time.
Sarah sighed then directed at the men a dvd remote that had not been there before and pushed "Pause" on a. The sappy music came to a screech and everyone held still. Sarah stomped over to where the girl was typing, saying as she went.
"And what are YOU doing here?" Sarah had her 'mad' voice on.
The girl looked up, startled, "N-nothing! I just wanted to watch!" The last word sounded like it had two syllables instead of just one. She quickly bent over her keyboard and typed something, a satisfied look on her face.
"Liz."
The girl typed some more before respounding to her name, she looked up at Sarah with a blank look on her face. "You can still see me? I thought I typed myself out...."
Sarah pinched the bridge of her nose, "Liz, I have the controls...," she waved the remote in the air, "you gave them to me a week ago."
Liz's face brightens, "Yeah. I did, didn't I? But..." She trailed off her eyes screwing up slightly. "But I was sure that they could over do in-story things, I'm not in the story... it shouldn't be hindering me."
"Liz my dear, look around you. Where are you?"
Liz sat up straight and peered around, then she smacked her forehead, "Duh! I'm in-story... I thought I could see while staying an out-story person. I guess not."
"Whatever, could you just leave? And before you do go, please! Change that scene around. I don't even want to THINK about what they might do to you if they find out."
Liz pouted, "But it was going so well!" she protested, defending her writing.
Sarah let out an exasperated sigh, "Face it, you can't write emotional stuff, its way too hard for you."
"Fine, fine..." Liz mumbled and began to type. Five minutes later she turned the laptop screen around so Sarah could see, "So, how that instead?"
"Good. Now insert it and leave!" Sarah leaned over to press the enter button on the keyboard.
"Hey!" Liz slapped her hand away, "Leave off! You don't see me grabbing at your sword and waving it around now does you?"
Sarah rolled her eyes, "Your more inpatient then a horse!"
Liz gasped and slapped a hand to her mouth, "Horse! Oh gosh! I forgot about Andune! Tux is soooo going to kill me!"
"Why don't you have Andune just die?" Sarah was sarcastic, but Liz didn't hear it in her voice.
"Good idea!"
She opened another Word Doc and started typing, forgetting completely about the remote control welding woman in front of her.
Sarah about screamed from lack of patience, then she pulled her hair out from behind her back and draped it over the computer screen.
"What?!" Liz yelled, trying to push hair off her laptop.
"Your forgetting something....?"
She looked up,"...oh..." Then Liz pointed at the remote, "You know how to use that thing right?"
Sarah nodded.
Liz continued, "Well, I'll tell you just to be sure, point it at the boys then click rewind till the beginning of "emotional" scene. Then push stop. And I'll make sure you get back on track!" Then she mumbled something about inpatient muses, as she bent back over the computer.
Sarah did a right turn and stiffly walked back to where she had been standing. –Well, here goes nothing!-
Then what just happened rewound and she found her self holding a remote control, standing on nothing before time. She couldn't breath! There was no air! Her fingers fumbled at the remote and finally pushed the button with "ffw" on it. Everything zoomed by her and she found her self standing in front of the Great Hall, she took a deep breath filling her lungs then pushed play.
"We were saying, before I s-smacked you, that we should wait for Gandalf and Sarah before we go in to the Hall." Aragorn had a hard time getting it out and it took Legolas a few moments to understand what he was trying to say between all the laughter. By the time Legolas did figure out what he said, it was too late to reply because Sarah and Gandalf had just caught up with them, and Sarah asked, "What are you laughing about, do tell the joke!"
"Ah, yes do." A tired voice spoke, "For it may do me good to laugh."
"King Theoden!" Eomer gasped and went quickly down onto one knee then back up again.
"M'Lord, we came as fast as we could when Gandalf came and told us the Helm was under atta—"
Eomer was cut off by a man's scream from with in the halls. Aragorn and Legolas exchanged looks that was Haldir! They ran toward the doors and pushed them in, everyone followed the prince and ranger's lead.
They rushed into the hall blinking rapidly to adjust their eyes from the raising sun out side to the dusky light inside.
Legolas gasped at the sight before him, his eyes adjusting before anyone else's, he ran to the elf bent over the table, "Haldir." His voice a whisper, no one hearing but the other elf, Haldir only clenched his fist, "I could not save her." He rasped out, not much louder then Legolas.
Then everyone moved at once.
Aragorn cried out, and went to the other side of the table; he reached toward the woman's face, and then stopped, his hand going to her throat instead, feeling for a pulse. Gimli was not far behind him, he stopped a little ways from the table. Eomer ran to Eowyn. Theoden started toward the table as well, but he saw the look on his nieces face, went over to her. Eowyns face was pale and as soon as both of her kins men were close, she sank to the ground in a faint.
Gandalf and Sarah slowly walked closer to the table.
"Does she live?" Theoden called gently over from on the ground where Eowyn now lay.
"No..." Aragorns voice was full of disbelief. Haldir unclenched his fist from around the cloak the covered the body of their female friend. The elf tuned and started to sit, he would have landed on the ground if Legolas had not pushed a chair under him in time.
There was a moment of silence, Aragorn had his head bowed, his eyes closed. And Legolas's hand covered his upper face. Gandalf and Sarah were still walking slowly toward the table.
Then, "Ai! Look!" Gimlis voice broke through the silence, every one looked at him then back to where he pointed, Samwe.
Aragorn backed away from the table quickly, "Look! She heals in death!"
They watched in confused horror as the wounds on Samwes face disappeared, the blood stains on the table, floor and on the cloak shrink to nothing. Her hair was no longer dirty, the Uruk-hai blood mixed with her own was no longer there, and the mud and sticks were no longer there. It began to shine with health and life. They watched small wrinkles they had never noticed before smooth out, and everyone gasped. They looked up at the wizard and the woman beside him, they stood at the head other table. The woman was pale, and it only made the similarities between the women more sure.
The woman on the table was the exact mirror image of the woman standing.
Sarah reached out to touch her likeness's face, her hand shook, and her voice was a whisper, "Oh, no."
At the moment before her hand touched the other woman, Samwe's face; a thin, weak beam of light came form the window in the east, it travelled quickly across the floor and up to the body on the table in less then a half a second it spread out to light the whole body, then the light flared brightly. Then the light was gone, and the whole room watched in shock as the cloak drifted to the now empty table.
A scream was heard at that moment throughout all of Helms. It came from the direction of the stables.
Sarah brought her hand up to her mouth with a sob. "No! It's not fair! Why? Wh-why?!!"
TBC...