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Nclowe- I know people need to write more fics with Legolas and Éomer. Oh well. Maybe more people will start to later on.

Arithon- I'm glad they fit the characters. I was afraid I made Éomer act too much like a kid. He acts more serious in latter chapters.

Snow-Glory- lol, then you probably know what happens in the next chapters. I'm looking forward to finishing it too. I Can't wait to put up one of my own chapters.

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Ok so on with chapter 2!

Chapter 2

A Time to Die

By: Alivyan

Eomer stood open-mouthed as the orcs poured out of the trees, dozens of them, all yelling at the top of their lungs as they rushed toward the man and the elf. Valar, he thought, look at them all. We can not possibly fight them with any hope of winning.

Legolas seemed to be thinking the same thing. It would be a fool's errand to stay and fight with such uneven numbers. Turning toward Eomer and grabbing his arm, he pushed him behind him, yelling "Run! We can not fight them!"

But Eomer did not run, only stopped short after being pushed. Turning towards him, Legolas saw why the human stopped. More orcs were coming at them from behind, brandishing large weapons and rushing towards them. They were surrounded, with no hope of escape. They would have to stay and fight. Eomer's breath caught in his throat as the realization struck him, and he turned towards Legolas. In the elf's face he saw that Legolas, too, saw no hope in this situation, and he gazed into his eyes with a look that words could not accurately convey. They would both die tonight, but they would die as brothers. Eomer smiled and nodded at Legolas, showing that he, too, thought the elf a brother, their time together forging a rare bond that was perhaps only bettered by the bond Legolas shared with Aragorn. Turning in unison towards the orcs, Eomer raised his sword, and Legolas his twin daggers (having abandoned his bow), and they ran into the group of orcs, swinging their weapons.

Eomer sidestepped one orc, which ran past him, and swung his sword, catching the creature in the back. It fell to the ground with a grunt, and another orc took its place. Swinging his weapon wildly around, Eomer heard the thumping of his heart as energy and adrenaline rushed through his veins. He suddenly felt like they would win this battle, that they would defeat the orcs after all and emerge victorious, a rather ridiculous notion considering how outnumbered they were. A surge of satisfaction coursed through him as he swung his sword wide, felling three burly orcs at once. But the satisfaction was short-lived.

He distantly heard the voice of an excited orc, yelling out to the others, "Hey, we got ourselves an elf here!" and a couple of happy hollers. Spinning around quickly, he tripped on the dead body of an orc behind him, and he stumbled. Spreading his arms out in front of him, he managed to keep from falling, but he couldn't correct himself in time to miss the blade of an orc. It sank into the left side of his chest.

Eomer's eyes widened as time seemed to stop. He didn't feel anything at first, and the battle and all sound and movement around him slowed and paused, as if everything was watching him. Quite suddenly, the orc pulled the blade roughly out and blood spurted from the wound. A roar filled his ears and the burning pain swept over him, sweeping over his torso, arms, and head. Everything around him brightened to a blinding white light, and his knees buckled underneath him. With his mouth hanging open, he fell forward, onto his knees. The impact jarred his legs and jaw. In slow motion, with his mouth hanging open slightly, he pitched forward and fell onto the ground with a thump, the dust rising up. Blackness filled his vision, his mind wandering, attempting to run from the battle, from the fiery pain and from the fear of death. The roaring in his ears decreased until he couldn't hear anything, except for the thumping in his chest and his own ragged breathing. Am I dying? He thought, and the thought was accompanied with a wave of fear that choked in his throat. Desperation tore through him, and he attempted to stand up, but all he managed was to move his arm slightly. His body felt like a dead weight, and he couldn't move, could hardly breathe. Sighing slightly, he relaxed, the fear wearing away, replaced instead with calm and acceptance. Closing his eyes, he surrendered to the dark. I'm sorry Legolas…

Legolas spun on his heels, felling a couple vile beasts that had approached from behind. Looking quickly around, he realized two things. The first was that the number of orcs had greatly decreased, so much that he didn't think it was due solely to Eomer and himself. A group of orcs must have broken away from the battle and gone elsewhere, deciding that they weren't needed as Eomer and Legolas were greatly outnumbered. The second thing that Legolas noticed was that Eomer and himself had been separated, as he couldn't spot the man anywhere in the fray. This worried the elf greatly, and he mumbled a quick prayer for the man's safety. He knew the man could take care of himself.

However, his concern grew when the orc in front of him smiled, a twisted grin that wasn't at all pleasant. In a rough voice it snarled, "Might as well give up, elf. Your companion already has!"

Legolas' eyes widened and his breath hitched in his throat. Quickly ending the orc's life, he turned and searched even harder among the orcs for his friend, this time searching the ground as well. He quickly spotted a body that definitely was not an orc, and despair clouded his mind. No! Anguish rippled over him as he tried to fight his way towards the body of his friend, but his mind was no longer focusing on the events around him, and an orc raised its sword, hitting the elf over the head and knocking him to the ground. Darkness swept over him, and Legolas closed his eyes, a tear escaping.

I'm sorry Eomer…

The orc's laughter echoed through the trees as they ran. The trees swayed and mourned when they saw what the orcs dragged behind them. It was the unconscious body of an elf.

Ok so that's chapter 2 I hope everyone liked it! And please don't forget to Review!