Chapter Sixty: Holding on

Disc: lotr not mine

A/N: Wow! A lot of u really thought that last chapter was then end! Nope, it's just a good cliffhanger chapter. There are at least five more chapters to go before I post the sequel. Btw, merry X-mas and Happy new year! I spent mine last night getting hammered at Red Lobster b/c of my next door neighbor's Dad handing me drinks..yeah, don't read too much into that, he just likes Alcohol and stuff. So anywho I hope everyone had a happy new year! Oh! Is it weird to be having a thunderstorm in the beginning of January?

"My Lord.if we are to leave we need to do so soon. The men are ready and will set out at your word." The soldier stood at attention as he entered the infirmary and addressed his king. Only Aragorn turned to look, the others were crowded around a bed looking tired and worried.

"A minute longer, we will be ready soon." Aragorn watched the soldier leave and turned back to his companions. Gimli had discovered Holly earlier just outside of the castle unconscious. Apparently she had been injured in the earlier battle but hid it so that she would be allowed to fight in the final battle. She must have known that it was fatal to hide it that much. Though the man had yet to tell the others how dire the girl's situation was. Now he had to tear them from her side so that they all could be spared.
"Come, it is time." The king walked back to the bed and laid a hand on Merry's shoulder. The Hobbit let out a sob and looked down at the floor, the others looked at each other with the grim knowledge that Holly may not be alive when they returned.

"Merry, please. Holly wouldn't want us to give up just because of her. Faramir, you'll watch over her, right?" Boromir looked at his brother in the bed next to the girl's and saw his sibling nod. He was still too weak to fight, but he could walk a little, it was just enough. The hobbit took one last look at his love then kissed her softly on the cheek.

"I'll come back, and I'll find a way to make this better. You made a promise to me, please, don't break it."

They mounted their horses with grim looks, and with one last glance towards the house of healing, rode to the gates of Mordor.

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He wondered what made her so special, why his brother looked so fondly at this girl. She was not beautiful, but then again she was not ugly. She was just a normal girl who had somehow won his brother's affection.
Faramir snapped to attention when he heard the girl groan and her eyelids twitch. She slowly opened her eyes and looked at him.

"Where.am I?" Her eyes studied the room then she sighed. "The battle.they've left already?"

Faramir nodded then sat down on the side of Holly's bed. She studied him for a minute then smiled weakly.

"You're Boromir's brother. Faramir, right?" He nodded and she smiled again. "He's told me about you."

"And he's told me about you. Your name, is Holly is it not?"

"Yes. My friends and I have been accompanying your brother and his companions for some time."

"You are close to my brother. I can tell by the way he looks at you. Like a sister almost." Faramir looked at her warmly. "I have come to understand that you saved his life."

"I did. You're his younger brother.I have a little sister, she's such a brat." The girl laughed but then began to cough, blood. "I love her though. And I never got to tell her that. I never got to say goodbye." She looked out the window and her eyes seemed to be looking past the horizon to some distant place. The man felt such great sympathy rise up in him, if this girl hadn't saved Boromir, then he would have never gotten to say goodbye either. "This was my choice." Holly looked back at Faramir with great determination. "Tell them that if I'm gone when they return. This was my choice, and I don't regret it."

"But." Then it hit him. Boromir had confided in him that he somehow thought that Holly had known about his fall before it happened. If so then she had to know that someone else must take his place, who else but her would do so? He looked back down at Holly and nodded. She coughed up a little more blood, but Faramir picked up a cloth and wiped it away from her face. She smiled weakly and then began to close her eyes once more. She opened them though, when Faramir held her hand gently. She squeezed his hand a little then let her eyes close.

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The battle seemed lost as Aragorn fell to the ground, pinned underneath a troll who wielded a spear. Then it happened, the eye seemed to take on a look of pain, and the dark tower began to crumble. The orcs, goblins, and trolls began retreating as their master fell, and their army defeated.

The Fellowship let out cries of joy. They had done it, both Middle Earth, and Earth were safe. Tricia and Rachel looked sadly at each other, wishing Holly could be there with them, and that she was well. Now they would have to return to Minas Tirith and say their goodbyes, if it were not already too late.

A/N: Whoa, the last chapter what updated one year after I first posted this story. Wow, happy anniversary I guess. Lol, well, we'll see what the next chapter holds for you when The fellowship returns to say their farewells to Holly, and we may soon learn the identity of Celebhiril, the silver woman.