Hello all! Thanks for all the reviews! BTW, sorry I made Aragorn so
radically OOC, but he suffers so much I figured he deserved a break, you
know?
For those of you who know her, tell Hikari-chan to get writing on "Leave Me Breathless!" Some of her loyal fans are dying here!
Chapter 21 of One Ring to Bring Them All
They'd come upon a battle all right. Within moments of their ships stopping at the docks, they'd been assailed by thousands of Orcs and Uruk- hai. At first, the Rohirrim and defenders of Gondor had been afraid that the ships carried mercenaries from the south. But then, Aragorn had unfurled the standard of Arwen, and Gandalf had breathed again.
The battle had been going well. The riders had been so angered at Theoden's slaying by his horse, Snowmane (who rolled over Theoden in his death throes), that they were singing a song of death and killing all in their path. The Witch King of Angmar had been destroyed by Eowyn. But there were still other problems for Usagi to deal with. Eight of them.
They were flying on their dragons, weakening as many of the Rohirrim as they could. The Orcs came to Usagi and Legolas as though they were magnets. Both had long since lost track of how many Orcs they'd killed...they'd also lost track of Gimli. Lifting the Glaive of Saturn above her head, Usagi screamed,
"DEATH RIBBON REVOLUTION!!!" And about 100 Orcs evaporated.
The rest stepped back in fear, but prepared for a charge. Meanwhile, Usagi had resumed her chant:
"Ash nazg durbatuluk,
Ash nazg gimbatul
Ash hazg thrakatuluk
Ash I burzum ishi krimpatul!"
Legolas cut down an approaching Orc with an arrow. "I think they get who you are, Usagi!" He yelled in Elvish, hitting an Orc in the face with a knife.
Usagi nodded sheepishly. "Sorry! I just can't help it..."
Both turned back to the task at hand. Playtime wasn't over yet.
Aragorn had been a fearsome sight, yelling and killing any Orc that came within ten feet. Gimli had stuck to him like glue, not wanting to be lost in the commotion of things. Suddenly, Aragorn saw a familiar man approaching. Grinning, he briefly leaned forward on his sword. Eomer acted in kind.
"I never thought it possible that you would escape through the paths!"
"Anything is possible." Aragorn replied. "Theoden has lost his life, has he not?"
Eomer nodded, his eyes clouding over with rage and sadness. They stood in silence for several moments before an approaching Orc ruined their stupor. Nodding to each other, Aragorn and Eomer leapt back into battle, Gimli not far behind.
Eowyn laid by the dead body of her uncle. Her arm was broken and her spirit drained from the battle. Merry laid not far away, unconscious near what remained of the Witch King's cloak. She choked back sobs, thinking of how the battle had turned into a blood day. Because she was so lost in her thoughts, she didn't notice anything until a man clad in all grey came up to her.
"My lady? Are you gravely injured?"
Eowyn shook her head. "Who are you?"
"I am Halbarad, Dunadan of the North, my liege is the Lord Aragorn. Was it you who slew the Witch King?"
She managed to nod, choking on her tears. "He...he killed...my uncle...the king."
Halbarad smiled sadly. "I am truly sorry to hear of the loss, my lady. B-"
Eowyn gasped in surprise as Halbarad's eyes went wide. A horrible ripping noise revealed the end of a sword that was being thrust through Halbarad's abdomen. Turning, he managed to kill the offending Orc before his legs gave out. Eyes clouding over, he turned to Eowyn.
"Tell the Lord Aragorn...I am sorry."
Halbarad collapsed, partially covering Eowyn's body. Sobbing, Eowyn was lost in the sounds of the battle and the grief that blackened her heart.
That Pippin had been scared out of his mind was a horrible understatement. When the battle had begun, he'd stayed in the Citadel, until he was called out for battle. But he'd been ordered back by Gandalf. It had been close to midnight, and the Witch King was still alive and well. Gandalf had been preparing to fight him, but Pippin had ran to him.
"Gandalf! Denethor's lost his mind! He's burning Faramir alive!"
Leaving Prince Imrahil in charge of defense, Gandalf and Pippin, on Shadowfax, galloped to the Citadel and the House of the Dead. The gatekeeper lay slain on the steps.
"So Beregond has taken action." Gandalf urged Shadowfax forward, and the doors flew open.
Beregond stood on a pedestal, sword in hand, preventing the soldiers of Gondor from lighting the funeral bed of Denethor and Faramir. The soldiers looked up in surprise as Gandalf charged toward them and forced them back. Denethor leapt from the pedestal and grabbed a torch.
"So ends the line of Stewards!" And with a sadistic cackle, he put the torch to his own flesh, and climbed back onto the pyre. No sounds of pain escaped his mouth.
While this had been going on, Pippin had pushed Faramir off the pyre and out of harms way. Denethor lay down, placing a palantir on his chest. Pippin looked on in horror, too afraid to turn away. Gandalf had already returned to the battlefield.
All of it had been a jumbled mix. No one was really sure when the battle had ended. All they knew was this: it was a hollow victory. The enemy would soon regroup and attack Gondor once more. Their hollow victory had come at a high price: Theoden King was dead, Aragorn's best friend, Halbarad was dead, Merry was gravely injured, and Aragorn was forced to go into Minas Tirith to prevent the deaths of Merry, Eowyn, and Faramir.
It was a miracle Eowyn hadn't been placed among the dead. It was only by a lucky chance that Prince Imrahil discovered she still breathed. Legolas, Gimli, Pippin, Gandalf, and Aragorn had walked away from the battle uninjured. Usagi had taken a minor blow to her back, and Legolas was refusing to let her stand, let alone heal the injured.
"Legolas! I'm fine! It's not like I'm an invalid!" Usagi was almost screaming she was so frustrated.
"My lady, you are with child, and drained your energy fighting today. I am not about to allow you to risk your health, or the health of our unborn child." Legolas reasoned calmly.
Usagi gasped in shock. Legolas, expecting a scathing response, was shocked when she began to cry and whispered,
"Our child?"
His eyes widened in realization. "Usagi..."
He drew her to him, his arm wrapping around her shoulder. "Legolas, did you mean that?"
Confused, he looked at her. "My lady?"
"Even though this child is not yours, you still wish to call it our child?"
"Yes." Legolas had no clue why Usagi was making such a big deal of this.
Usagi began to sob and hugged him tightly. "Thank you."
"My lady? I do not understand..." Legolas trailed off uncertainly.
"You're willing to accept the baby as a part of your life, no questions asked. Do you know what that means to me? I lost Boromir, and I wouldn't have been able to bear it if I lost you, as well."
"You'll never lose me." Legolas whispered, gently kissing her cheek. "And even if we are ever parted, I will still look at the same sky that you see."
Usagi snuggled into the embrace, feeling content for the first time in months. For a moment, both Usagi and Legolas forgot that they were preparing for war. They were just "two little beings getting to know each other."
How was it? Last line is from a TWO-MIX song that I like...sorry it was kind of confusing, but I liked the flow...hope you enjoyed this.
REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
For those of you who know her, tell Hikari-chan to get writing on "Leave Me Breathless!" Some of her loyal fans are dying here!
Chapter 21 of One Ring to Bring Them All
They'd come upon a battle all right. Within moments of their ships stopping at the docks, they'd been assailed by thousands of Orcs and Uruk- hai. At first, the Rohirrim and defenders of Gondor had been afraid that the ships carried mercenaries from the south. But then, Aragorn had unfurled the standard of Arwen, and Gandalf had breathed again.
The battle had been going well. The riders had been so angered at Theoden's slaying by his horse, Snowmane (who rolled over Theoden in his death throes), that they were singing a song of death and killing all in their path. The Witch King of Angmar had been destroyed by Eowyn. But there were still other problems for Usagi to deal with. Eight of them.
They were flying on their dragons, weakening as many of the Rohirrim as they could. The Orcs came to Usagi and Legolas as though they were magnets. Both had long since lost track of how many Orcs they'd killed...they'd also lost track of Gimli. Lifting the Glaive of Saturn above her head, Usagi screamed,
"DEATH RIBBON REVOLUTION!!!" And about 100 Orcs evaporated.
The rest stepped back in fear, but prepared for a charge. Meanwhile, Usagi had resumed her chant:
"Ash nazg durbatuluk,
Ash nazg gimbatul
Ash hazg thrakatuluk
Ash I burzum ishi krimpatul!"
Legolas cut down an approaching Orc with an arrow. "I think they get who you are, Usagi!" He yelled in Elvish, hitting an Orc in the face with a knife.
Usagi nodded sheepishly. "Sorry! I just can't help it..."
Both turned back to the task at hand. Playtime wasn't over yet.
Aragorn had been a fearsome sight, yelling and killing any Orc that came within ten feet. Gimli had stuck to him like glue, not wanting to be lost in the commotion of things. Suddenly, Aragorn saw a familiar man approaching. Grinning, he briefly leaned forward on his sword. Eomer acted in kind.
"I never thought it possible that you would escape through the paths!"
"Anything is possible." Aragorn replied. "Theoden has lost his life, has he not?"
Eomer nodded, his eyes clouding over with rage and sadness. They stood in silence for several moments before an approaching Orc ruined their stupor. Nodding to each other, Aragorn and Eomer leapt back into battle, Gimli not far behind.
Eowyn laid by the dead body of her uncle. Her arm was broken and her spirit drained from the battle. Merry laid not far away, unconscious near what remained of the Witch King's cloak. She choked back sobs, thinking of how the battle had turned into a blood day. Because she was so lost in her thoughts, she didn't notice anything until a man clad in all grey came up to her.
"My lady? Are you gravely injured?"
Eowyn shook her head. "Who are you?"
"I am Halbarad, Dunadan of the North, my liege is the Lord Aragorn. Was it you who slew the Witch King?"
She managed to nod, choking on her tears. "He...he killed...my uncle...the king."
Halbarad smiled sadly. "I am truly sorry to hear of the loss, my lady. B-"
Eowyn gasped in surprise as Halbarad's eyes went wide. A horrible ripping noise revealed the end of a sword that was being thrust through Halbarad's abdomen. Turning, he managed to kill the offending Orc before his legs gave out. Eyes clouding over, he turned to Eowyn.
"Tell the Lord Aragorn...I am sorry."
Halbarad collapsed, partially covering Eowyn's body. Sobbing, Eowyn was lost in the sounds of the battle and the grief that blackened her heart.
That Pippin had been scared out of his mind was a horrible understatement. When the battle had begun, he'd stayed in the Citadel, until he was called out for battle. But he'd been ordered back by Gandalf. It had been close to midnight, and the Witch King was still alive and well. Gandalf had been preparing to fight him, but Pippin had ran to him.
"Gandalf! Denethor's lost his mind! He's burning Faramir alive!"
Leaving Prince Imrahil in charge of defense, Gandalf and Pippin, on Shadowfax, galloped to the Citadel and the House of the Dead. The gatekeeper lay slain on the steps.
"So Beregond has taken action." Gandalf urged Shadowfax forward, and the doors flew open.
Beregond stood on a pedestal, sword in hand, preventing the soldiers of Gondor from lighting the funeral bed of Denethor and Faramir. The soldiers looked up in surprise as Gandalf charged toward them and forced them back. Denethor leapt from the pedestal and grabbed a torch.
"So ends the line of Stewards!" And with a sadistic cackle, he put the torch to his own flesh, and climbed back onto the pyre. No sounds of pain escaped his mouth.
While this had been going on, Pippin had pushed Faramir off the pyre and out of harms way. Denethor lay down, placing a palantir on his chest. Pippin looked on in horror, too afraid to turn away. Gandalf had already returned to the battlefield.
All of it had been a jumbled mix. No one was really sure when the battle had ended. All they knew was this: it was a hollow victory. The enemy would soon regroup and attack Gondor once more. Their hollow victory had come at a high price: Theoden King was dead, Aragorn's best friend, Halbarad was dead, Merry was gravely injured, and Aragorn was forced to go into Minas Tirith to prevent the deaths of Merry, Eowyn, and Faramir.
It was a miracle Eowyn hadn't been placed among the dead. It was only by a lucky chance that Prince Imrahil discovered she still breathed. Legolas, Gimli, Pippin, Gandalf, and Aragorn had walked away from the battle uninjured. Usagi had taken a minor blow to her back, and Legolas was refusing to let her stand, let alone heal the injured.
"Legolas! I'm fine! It's not like I'm an invalid!" Usagi was almost screaming she was so frustrated.
"My lady, you are with child, and drained your energy fighting today. I am not about to allow you to risk your health, or the health of our unborn child." Legolas reasoned calmly.
Usagi gasped in shock. Legolas, expecting a scathing response, was shocked when she began to cry and whispered,
"Our child?"
His eyes widened in realization. "Usagi..."
He drew her to him, his arm wrapping around her shoulder. "Legolas, did you mean that?"
Confused, he looked at her. "My lady?"
"Even though this child is not yours, you still wish to call it our child?"
"Yes." Legolas had no clue why Usagi was making such a big deal of this.
Usagi began to sob and hugged him tightly. "Thank you."
"My lady? I do not understand..." Legolas trailed off uncertainly.
"You're willing to accept the baby as a part of your life, no questions asked. Do you know what that means to me? I lost Boromir, and I wouldn't have been able to bear it if I lost you, as well."
"You'll never lose me." Legolas whispered, gently kissing her cheek. "And even if we are ever parted, I will still look at the same sky that you see."
Usagi snuggled into the embrace, feeling content for the first time in months. For a moment, both Usagi and Legolas forgot that they were preparing for war. They were just "two little beings getting to know each other."
How was it? Last line is from a TWO-MIX song that I like...sorry it was kind of confusing, but I liked the flow...hope you enjoyed this.
REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!