Disclaimer: Don't own any of the LotR characters, such as Legolas, even though I really wished I did. I do own the Amazonian Elves and city, Taseir, Arlena, Isilindil, Norlenthas, and other such characters, which shall not be named. I also own my penname! -Angry characters grab random deadly objects and begin to advance- Ack! Onto the next chappie! -Grabs writing things and runs madly from menacing characters-

Chapter 16

Isilindil stood very still for a few moments, remaining silent. "The Halflings killed Saruman?" She repeated, an odd gleam entering her eyes.

"Aye Lady. The Halflings can be very… vicious… when the time calls for it."

To the great surprise of Nor, Isilindil began to laugh, a slightly wolfish bark mixing with her melodious voice. "To have seen this, I would've given a Namenlath." (A/N: More about that later.)

Nor grinned in return, showing brilliantly white teeth against anned skin. "Ah, Lady. A Numenlath is a very serious object, though, 'tis quite fitting."

After her laughter subsided, Isilindil studied her old friend carefully. He hadn't changed much in the short amount of time he'd been in exile. The major difference was his tan skin, differing from the normal moon pale color of the elves. His electric blue eyes peered out from under silvery bangs, silver hair falling past his shoulder blades.

He wore his military uniform, though it was devoid of badges of any sort. It was strangely neat despite the obvious wear.

"Nor, I need you to come back with me to Amazon. I need you to command the army," she said after a moments thought, watching as Nor's expression changed.

"But, Lady, that's against the law and tradtions," Nor stuttered, quite shocked at this proposal.

"Damn tradition to the Underworld," Isilindil growled vehementaly, "I need you and I was foolish to banish you." He opened his mouth to object but was silenced by a raised hand. "Nor, 'tis your choice. Are you with my, yea or nay?" (A/N: Okay, I couldn't resist! )

Picking up a long staff topped with a wickedly curved blade –His prized glaive- and his bow and quiver, he looked at her once more, feral gleam in his eyes. "Yea!"
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"Do you know anything about the one leading the Orcs?" Isilindil asked, running at a break-neck pace alongside Nor.

"It's a powerful wizard. Gathering up all those Orcs after the fall of Mordor is quite an accomplishment." He replied after a moments thought.

"Anything else that your little network of spies discovered for you?" She asked lightly as they paused by a small stream for water.

Nor grinned in spite of himself. "Only that they claim to be you."

Water trickled out of her fingers as she turned her gaze to Nor. "Are you serious?"

Grinning toothily, Nor spread his hands.

Muttering a few choice curses under her breath and in Orcish, she gulped down a new handful of water, then splashed some on her face. She turned to look at Nor. "Why do you not say 'she'? Why all the 'theys' and 'its'?"

Nor looked a tad uncomfortable as he replied, "Well, my 'spies' have never seen… it.."

Throwing up her hands in frustration, she said, "We'll find out soon enough."

Soon, the besieged Amazon came to view, smoke billowing from the outer city, pinpricks of light marking both camp fires and arson.

/I'm running out of time,/ she thought bitterly, putting on more speed. "Nor! Take the forest way in and take command. If anyone objects, tell them I'll toss them over the wall!"

Nor snorted, but nodded, splitting away from Isilindil, heading into the dense forest.

/Good luck, my friend. Namarie!/ she thought fervently.

Her form shimmered and blured as her ran, her body lengthening and growing. Soon, a massive silver wolf hurtled toward the opposing force, fire burning in her eyes, ice surrounding her paws.

/For Amazon!/ She howled, colliding with the first rank of Orcs with bone-breaking force.
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Well, -glances at fic- pretty long if you ask me. You should be very happy about this. I took time I should've been using to pay attention in class to write this. Well, R&R or Isi might just come after you. –Isi holds scimitars threateningly- Laterz!

Ookami-chi