Chapter 7

Zefron shuddered at the horrid sight before him, dozens of wargs and their riders. When he had been younger and under the teaching of Saruman, he would make the twins kill a certain amount of wargs for practice and once they had nearly killed Zefra.

"These things will not live beyond this day." Zefron stated, joining in the lines with the others as they rode towards them. Zefron took out his bow, knotted an arrow even though he was still injured he shot a magic arrow at a warg.

"Go kill all the fell beasts you please Templa, but do not reveal your secret, that is for a later time." Zefron whispered to his horse. Templa nodded her great black head in agreement before Zefron jumped off and landed semi-gracefully onto the ground below, where as Templa leapt into action with kicking and hitting wargs and orcs with her wings and her hooves. A riderless warg quickly took interest in Zefron and quickly charged him.

"Zefron! Look out!" Aragorn called to him. Zefron rolled his eyes and crouched down low as he waited for the warg to leap. Once it did, Zefron held out his hand and yelled out a spell onto it.

"Tinechor kalina!" (Shield of light) this blinded the warg just long enough for Zefron to run one of his daggers through its heart. He bit his bottom lip to keep from crying out in pain from his wounded shoulder as he was knocked to the ground by the usage of too magic as it made him weaker than he already was. Zefron looked around at all of the chaos on the field as Gimli was trapped under a dead warg, Aragorn was fighting along with everyone else and Legolas was off shooting wargs and orcs with his arrows.

I should help them. Zefron thought getting up slowly, only to get pushed to the ground again by a warg's paw.

"You ain't getting away that easily wizard." The orc hissed in the Black Tongue, as it jumped down from the warg and knelt down beside him. "Saruman said he wanted us to bring you back to him alive." Zefron winced as he heard that foul language he had been forced to learn. Legolas saw that the young elven wizard was in trouble and quickly started riding over to where he was pinned down, but what troubled him the greatest was when Zefron replied back to the orc in the Black Tongue too.

"You will never take me alive," Zefron wheezed out, as the warg stepped harder onto his back. Legolas stopped the horse dead in it's tracks as Zefron yelled out a spell in Black Speech and lightning came out of his staff and hit both the warg and the orc, killing them both. Legolas jumped off of his white horse and walked over to Zefron.

"Are you alright Zefron?" Legolas asked, holding out his hand to help his fellow elf up. Zefron surprised him and took his offer up.

"I have been better," was the reply Legolas got. "Go, I will be fine." Legolas was about to say something when more cries came from the soldiers and he leapt up onto he horse with his elven grace and rode off.

"There are not enough fighters here… there is only one way, the double spell." Zefron muttered, as he dodged a flying sword. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes as he concentrated on making all living Rohirrim in the field into a double to help fight. Zefron held his staff out in front of him and opened his eyes, which were now glowing white with the magnitude of the spell.

"(Those who are human and alive on this field may you have a double to fight along side!)" Zefron yelled out, stretching his hand towards the sky as a white mist started to appear around everyone's feet as another of every human appeared.

"What is happening Lord Aragorn?" Theoden yelled over to the Ranger. Aragorn looked over to Zefron's form as he kept the spell alive.

"It is a good thing that both wizards are on our sides." Aragorn replied, stabbing another orc. The soldiers looked, many with horror in their eyes, at their fighting doubles and some even tried to kill them.

"Do not harm your doubles! They are here to help!" Legolas yelled out, seeing Zefron faultier with each blow the doubles took. The battle was going better until Zefron started getting a familiar sensation coming up.

"Of all the times I have visions, this just has to happen now!" Zefron stated, before the double spell suddenly stopped and his eyes began to glow red as a vision came to him.

-Vision-

Aragorn… warg… cliff… fell off…

-End vision-

Everything happened at once as Zefron was standing still. Aragorn was knocked off his horse after saving Gimli's life, he jumped onto a warg with a rider, and he and the warg were both thrown over the cliff. Zefron finally came out of his vision just after that and looked around at all the dead soldiers that he had failed to save. He found himself on his knees, on the ground as his energy was gone for awhile.

"Why does the Valar like to torment me so?" Zefron asked, glaring upwards. Sighing, he took out his whistle and blew into it to call Templa over when he suddenly remembered his vision.

"Aragorn!" he called, looking around franticly to see if his vision had come true or if he had somehow prevented it.

"Aragorn!" Legolas called out, telling Zefron that his vision had come true.

"Aragorn!" Gimli called, looking around after killing a final warg. Legolas bent down near a small cliff and a nearby orc started laughing quietly as he slowly died.

"Tell me what happened or I shall ease your passing." Gimli stated walking over to it and holding his axe over its head.

"He's, dead!" a dying orc stated, quickly calling the attention of Zefron and Legolas over to them. "Took a little tumble of the cliff."

"You lie!" Legolas stated, bending down and grabbing the creature. It laughed a bit more before it choked on its own blood and died. The elf let the orc go and was about to keep looking for Aragorn when he noticed something in it's hand… it was the Evenstar.

"Why did I not let Naurrîn come? She could have helped us," Zefron mentally kicked himself as he said those words out loud.

"Because the lass would have gotten herself killed master elf." Gimli replied looking up at the young elf. Zefron smiled a bit and nodded before walking over to the edge of the cliff to see if it were survivable for anyone.

"My lord?" a guard asked, walking up behind Theoden and waiting for orders.

"Get the wounded on horses, the wolves of Isenguard will return, leave the dead." Theoden replied, looking away from the water below. Legolas looked at Theoden in disbelief.

"Come," was all Theoden said, putting a reassuring hand onto the elf's shoulder before walking away. Legolas looked back to the ravine as if he thought Aragorn was going to just appear out of the murky depths.

"I could have stopped this…" Zefron muttered absentmindedly, before turning around and started to walk to Templa as she trotted over. Unfortunately for him though, Legolas heard his statement and grabbed his right arm and made the younger elf face him.

"You could have saved Aragorn?" he asked. Zefron nodded, a bit frightened at the deadly glare Legolas was giving him. "Then why did you not!"

Zefron winced in pain as Legolas grabbed both of his shoulders and shook him. "I was weakened by my use of magic Legolas, I am but a black and I was getting over a vision, trying to figure out what it meant!" he shouted back.

"Are you three coming to Helm's Deep or would you rather we leave you behind?" Theoden asked the two bickering elves and dwarf, as he rode over on his horse.

"We are coming your highness," Gimli said for all of them. Theoden nodded and began riding off with the remaining Rohirrim. As soon as he was gone Gimli turned to the two elves. "It was no ones fault that Aragorn is not with us. Now let us get started for Helm's Deep because I am hungry and tired."

"Of course Gimli," Zefron mumbled, pushing Legolas's hands off of his shoulders and jumping onto Templa. "If I could have saved him, then I would have done so Legolas." Zefron rode off quickly afterwards with a grieving elf and dwarf following behind.

At Helm's Deep… It only took a few hours before the Rohirrim reached Helm's Deep, Eowyn looked at it with relief passing over her for she was quite tired from the long journey. She had been leading her horse all the way because Naurrîn was still knocked out and lying on her horse. "Thank you milady," a peasant woman said to Eowyn, before walking ahead to catch up with her family. Eowyn smiled at them when a groan interrupted her thoughts.

"I am going to kill that wizard!" Naurrîn groaned, holding her head.

"Naurrîn! Are you all right? I heard that you fell and hit your head on a rock." Eowyn stated, helping Naurrîn into sitting position on the saddle.

"Hit my head on a rock! Zef knocked me out with -er- his accursed staff for Eru's sake!" Naurrîn shouted, nearly falling off the horse as she held her aching head. Eowyn looked at her in shock.

"What an empty headed elf!" Eowyn stated, as they started up the ramp to the keep.

"Is that not what I have been telling you the entire journey! Ai, naegrear!" (That hurts) Naurrîn groaned, getting off the horse and holding her head.

"Are you alright Naurrîn?" Eowyn asked, looking at the elleth with worry in her eyes. Naurrîn turned her aqua/hazel eyes towards her friend and shook her head no before she passed out again. Eowyn managed to catch her before she fully hit the floor and dragged her over to the wall. A young man, about sixteen or so, ran over to the two.

"Lady Eowyn, is she alright?" he asked, bending down beside the young women.

"Nay, I am afraid not, would you please help me and bring her into a room?" Eowyn asked. The boy nodded his head and carefully picked Naurrîn up in his arms before following Eowyn through the many hallways in the keep.

A few hours later…

Eowyn carefully dabbed a damp cloth over Naurrîn's face as she started to drift back into consciousness.

"Good afternoon Naurrîn, I trust you slept well." Eowyn said, teasingly as Naurrîn opened her eyes, which had been closed the entire time. Naurrîn groaned as she reached up to her head where Eowyn had placed a bandage to help with the healing.

"Very well thank you very much," Naurrîn replied, sitting up and putting her cloak around her.

"Make way for Theoden! Make way for the king!" the two women heard outside.

"Lord Aragorn," Eowyn whispered, making her way out the door. Naurrîn did the clasp of her cloak and quickly followed after Eowyn.

"Beware Zef, beware…" Naurrîn said through clenched teeth, she put on a fake smile and put up her hood to hide her bandage before running to meet the survivors.

"So few, so few of you have returned." Naurrîn heard Eowyn state, in front of her uncle.

"Our people are safe, we have paid for it with many lives, though the numbers would have been less of Lord Zefron had not been there to help." Theoden replied motioning to the weak elf as he got off Templa.

"Zef!" Naurrîn cried out, running over and enveloping him in a big hug. Zefron looked at her strangely as she pulled away with a big smile on her face… which quickly turned to a thin line of rage as she drew her fist back and punched Zefron in the nose, sending him onto the ground.

"That is for you knocking me out with your bloody staff!" Naurrîn yelled, that followed with a great deal of swearing and talking rapidly in Sindarin… so fast that even Legolas didn't have any clue whatsoever she was talking about. She did this before walking away in a huff. Zefron sat up and quickly healed his small injury.

"My lady," Gimli started, walking over to Eowyn.

"Lord Aragorn… where is he?" Eowyn asked, looking at the dwarf with fear looming in her eyes.

"He fell," was all Gimli said. Eowyn looked at her uncle with a grieving look upon her pale face. He met her gaze for only a second before heading to the throne room.

"I am sorry Eowyn," Zefron said sadly. "I did my best to save the others for what is yet to come."

"Aye, his spell had everyone in a panic though." Gimli said, laughing a bit as he remembered the looks of horror upon the others faces as they saw their doubles.

"That spell is only full proof when there are only a few people to create a double of." Zefron stated. "If only I did not have that vision… if you will excuse me, I have an elleth to heal." Zefron quickly walked away after Naurrîn.

Naurrîn's room…

"Oh for pity sake why do all wizards have to be so ignorant! Great, now I am talking to myself!" Naurrîn stated, talking a few things out of her pack and throwing them onto her bed.

"Are you so sure that you are alone?" a voice said from behind her. Naurrîn froze and looked at the floor where a white mist was starting to form.

"I was sure until a certain wizard decided to double up and then show up in my room." Naurrîn said, looking down to the floor out of an old habit. Zefron's double laughed and walked over to the unique elleth.

"I thought you had long since grown out of that horrible habit Naurrîn. It deprives me of seeing your beautiful eyes." Naurrîn blushed even more, as he lifted her chin up to meet his gaze.

Zefra had better not decide to make a double of herself and drop in this time. Naurrîn thought as she looked into Zefron's deep blue eyes with her own aqua/hazel coloured eyes.

"Do not tell me I am interrupting something again." Zefra said as she created a double in the room. Naurrîn shot her a deadly glare as she and Zefron pulled away, both blushing.

"Why do you always come in at the wrong time my sister?" Zefron's double asked as he too glared at Zefra.

"Well, 'tis just my duty as a friend and a younger sibling to do such things you know. I will take my leave now, but I must tell you Naurrîn, Aragorn may be alive and if he is, he will be back here within a few hours. Farewell to you both," Zefra's double stated before disappearing again. Zefron turned back to Naurrîn with a small smile on his face.

"You should go and make sure that Aragorn is seen to when he comes back. I shall see you as soon as I can." Zefron stated quietly, turning to leave. Naurrîn sighed and was about to sit down on the bed when Zefron stopped her and gave her a quick kiss on the lips before disappearing.

Naurrîn stood there stunned for a few seconds before giving a small giggle and flopping down onto her bed, being careful not to land on anything. "Even Zefra could not have ruined that…" she said aloud before her eyes glazed over and she fell into a light sleep… for now.

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