Aragorn surely had thought his life would be over, as the large, though
small for his kind, Troll loomed over him, the heavy foot placed upon his
chest, preventing him from leaving and crushing his ribs. It was hard to
breath, hard to defend himself when there was little air left.
He braced himself for impact, hearing in the distance Legolas calling for
him, knowing the Elf could not be on time. He should have known better.
Something impacted with the Troll, enough to free him of the heavy foot. He
took the given opportunity and rolled away, in time to avoid the blow of
the dangerous looking club.
He could only watch in horror as his friend was flung away, the frail body colliding with a pair of Uruk-Hai's many feet away. Then the Wood Elf was gone, disappeared from sight.
"No,"
He whispered softly, fearing for the wellbeing of Legolas, though he could not abandon battle, there was a Troll to defeat, as well as hundreds of other enemies. With pain in his heart he stood, his sword suddenly a heavy burden. He had to leave his friend behind, one who was precious to him, one he could not bare to see injured, or worse.
"Gohena nin, Evellon."
The words would not be heard by Legolas, he knew that well, but he had to say something, explain his actions to himself. It was then the luck of the Valar was upon him, as the ground shook, the eye seemed to...shrivel? Aye, it was, the tower was collapsing, while Mount Doom was sprouting fire. It was over; Frodo had succeeded, though giving his life doing just that. The Hobbit must have known it, there would be no way back, Galadriel had said so herself. It will cost the Ringbearer's life.
In awe he watched, as the tower had collapsed entirely, Orcs and Uruk-Hai's running for their life's, realizing it was over, the Dark Lord would take them with him in his fall. The ground shook more, he had trouble to keep standing, as a shockwave of wind hit him full on. It was over, he realized, it had been done. The ground started tearing, opening up, and swallowing all foul creatures, sending them to a swift though horrible death. For a moment he stood there, leaning on his sword, amazed at how sudden and easy it had come to an end. One moment they had been fighting for their lives and the next it was over.
"Where is the Elf?" A gruff voice asked him, as Gimli the Dwarf walked up to him, his axe dripping with black blood, the helmet dented and crooked and the red beard dirty. Though he seemed to have come out of battle mostly unharmed. The Elf...the..Legolas! Alarmed Aragorn looked at the Dwarf, ashamed of himself that in the heat of the moment he had forgotten his friend.
Of course, Gimli knew that look very well, as his small eyes widened slightly beneath the bushy eyebrows as the little sturdy creature turned, scanning the battle field. Men and horses lay slain, as well as many Orcs. The Rohirrim all had dirty blond hair, and amidst of the many bodies, it was hard to tell where Legolas could be. Man and Dwarf shared a worried look as one took the right and the other the left. Merry and Pippin joined them confused.
"What are you doing Aragorn?"
Pippin asked it softly, tears still in his eyes as he had realized Frodo would not be coming back. All this war and his friend was gone, because of a Ring, it sounded more like a story then what happened really.
"Legolas," was the soft and almost blunt answer, the Ranger could not start to explain now, when worry was racing through him, as well as grief at seeing all those dead upon the ground. War was never easy, even victory came with a down side. Fortunately the two Hobbits understood very well, their young faces a mask of emotions as they set about determined, wanting to find their friend.
Aragorn paid no heed to them, not now; there would be time for that later. The Men were cheering as they realized they had won, while four of the Fellowship were looking for their companion.
"Aragorn! Over here!"
Gimli's shout made him look up, seeing the stout Dwarf kneeling further ahead. Long legs broke into a run as he dashed towards his friend, knowing he would find Legolas there as well. His heart was pounding in his chest, threatening to burst soon. He did not know what he would find; he could not see Gimli's face. As he neared he saw blond hair on the ground, matted with blood.
Oh no...
There was the Elf, lying on his back, eyes closed. He was pale, deathly pale in comparison to the crimson blood on his fair face. There was a wound on the side of his skull, the right arm bend into a strange angle, obviously broken. That wasn't what scared him though; it was the fact that the slender body was draped over a stone. Was he still alive?
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Gohena nin, Evellon = Forgive me, Elf-friend.
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He could only watch in horror as his friend was flung away, the frail body colliding with a pair of Uruk-Hai's many feet away. Then the Wood Elf was gone, disappeared from sight.
"No,"
He whispered softly, fearing for the wellbeing of Legolas, though he could not abandon battle, there was a Troll to defeat, as well as hundreds of other enemies. With pain in his heart he stood, his sword suddenly a heavy burden. He had to leave his friend behind, one who was precious to him, one he could not bare to see injured, or worse.
"Gohena nin, Evellon."
The words would not be heard by Legolas, he knew that well, but he had to say something, explain his actions to himself. It was then the luck of the Valar was upon him, as the ground shook, the eye seemed to...shrivel? Aye, it was, the tower was collapsing, while Mount Doom was sprouting fire. It was over; Frodo had succeeded, though giving his life doing just that. The Hobbit must have known it, there would be no way back, Galadriel had said so herself. It will cost the Ringbearer's life.
In awe he watched, as the tower had collapsed entirely, Orcs and Uruk-Hai's running for their life's, realizing it was over, the Dark Lord would take them with him in his fall. The ground shook more, he had trouble to keep standing, as a shockwave of wind hit him full on. It was over, he realized, it had been done. The ground started tearing, opening up, and swallowing all foul creatures, sending them to a swift though horrible death. For a moment he stood there, leaning on his sword, amazed at how sudden and easy it had come to an end. One moment they had been fighting for their lives and the next it was over.
"Where is the Elf?" A gruff voice asked him, as Gimli the Dwarf walked up to him, his axe dripping with black blood, the helmet dented and crooked and the red beard dirty. Though he seemed to have come out of battle mostly unharmed. The Elf...the..Legolas! Alarmed Aragorn looked at the Dwarf, ashamed of himself that in the heat of the moment he had forgotten his friend.
Of course, Gimli knew that look very well, as his small eyes widened slightly beneath the bushy eyebrows as the little sturdy creature turned, scanning the battle field. Men and horses lay slain, as well as many Orcs. The Rohirrim all had dirty blond hair, and amidst of the many bodies, it was hard to tell where Legolas could be. Man and Dwarf shared a worried look as one took the right and the other the left. Merry and Pippin joined them confused.
"What are you doing Aragorn?"
Pippin asked it softly, tears still in his eyes as he had realized Frodo would not be coming back. All this war and his friend was gone, because of a Ring, it sounded more like a story then what happened really.
"Legolas," was the soft and almost blunt answer, the Ranger could not start to explain now, when worry was racing through him, as well as grief at seeing all those dead upon the ground. War was never easy, even victory came with a down side. Fortunately the two Hobbits understood very well, their young faces a mask of emotions as they set about determined, wanting to find their friend.
Aragorn paid no heed to them, not now; there would be time for that later. The Men were cheering as they realized they had won, while four of the Fellowship were looking for their companion.
"Aragorn! Over here!"
Gimli's shout made him look up, seeing the stout Dwarf kneeling further ahead. Long legs broke into a run as he dashed towards his friend, knowing he would find Legolas there as well. His heart was pounding in his chest, threatening to burst soon. He did not know what he would find; he could not see Gimli's face. As he neared he saw blond hair on the ground, matted with blood.
Oh no...
There was the Elf, lying on his back, eyes closed. He was pale, deathly pale in comparison to the crimson blood on his fair face. There was a wound on the side of his skull, the right arm bend into a strange angle, obviously broken. That wasn't what scared him though; it was the fact that the slender body was draped over a stone. Was he still alive?
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Gohena nin, Evellon = Forgive me, Elf-friend.
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