Thanks toIwishChan for reviewing chapter fifteen, and a big, happy welcome to lateBloomer04! Much thankfulness goes to you. Anyways, here is chapter sixteen, and I plan for seventeen to be the last chapter. Oh, warning, this chapter is sort of tragic. Here it goes. .

Attack

There were shouts from below. Legolas looked down. It seemed that they were closer to Mordor than he had originally thought. Uruks, orcs, and Shiri'tel were pouring out of the black gates of Mordor by the hundreds, possibly even thousands.

"Can you elves shoot your bows, and hit your target, from this far up?" asked the booming voice of the eagle, Ingiho.

"Yes," said the other elf. Legolas had seen him, no her, around before but never met her. "Do you want the Uruks or the orcs?" she asked Legolas.

"I'll take the orcs," said Legolas, thinking that they would be harder to hit, thereby giving the girl something much easier.

She nodded and reached for her bow. Immediately she began to pick off Uruks, one by one. Legolas joined her in shooting down orcs. Their attempts had not gone unnoticed by Aragorn and the others, who whistled loudly in thanks, for they could not turn their backs on their enemies. But the creatures just kept coming. No matter how hard Legolas and the other elf tried, they could not make a significant dent in the flow of Uruks and orcs.

Legolas paused for a minute to shout to the others who were being carried by eagles. Luckily they heard him and looked below. The view surprised the lot of them, but they all got to work immediately. One young boy from Rohan had his slingshot and several hundred bullet sized rocks. When shot from this height at the speed he was going, they would kill.

Gandalf also immediately took action. He created a force field around the horses that were not being used so that they would not run away, and consequently, wouldn't get hurt. His powers were quite tired after that, but he kept trying to shoot down individual Mordor Shiri'tel with small bolts of lightning.

"Can you get us on the ground?" asked Legolas, "They're noticing that we are up here, soon we are all going to be under attack by something awful."

Ingiho murmured his approval and clicked a long call to the other eagles, telling them to land. They touched safely on the ground behind a small hill, but the Uruks and orcs could not see over it, they just knew that half of their enemies had gone.

Tári met up with Legolas on top of the hill, and together they ran towards the battle, pausing only to get one horse for the both of them. Between Tári with her sword and Legolas with his bow and knives, many Mordor creatures died that day.

Meanwhile, Aragorn was a fierce killing machine. Carrying his great sword, and his overall menacing features, seemed to scare many things off. While he was slicing the head off a particularly disgusting orc, he saw a giant shadow of something behind him. His first thought was troll, but as he turned, he recognized it for what it was. The great Uruk of his dream. He was carrying the sword, which glistened with blood and guts.

"Ready to die?" he asked and plunged the sword downwards. Aragorn dodged the blade by the narrowest of narrow margins.

"No," said Aragorn, sweat rolling into his eyes, "are you?" He managed to slice the Uruks wrist, but nothing major. Aragorn continued to battle with the Uruk, but he was tiring easily. Tunidel noticed, and planned to do something about it.

He glanced around. Legolas was deep in battle with something or another, and many other choice people were engaged too. The only choice was Tári.

Tári? Aragorn needs help! Bring your sword and follow me, said Tunidel, mentally shouting.

Tári hastened to obey. She ran after Tunidel, jumping onto his back, as he brought her to Aragorn.

When Aragorn saw Tári, he brightened. Tunidel was circling Tári, Aragorn, and the Uruk to keep them safe from any other harm. Tári succeeded in stabbing the Uruk in the back, while Aragorn cut off the arm that held the sword, but out of nowhere came an arrow. It went straight into Tári's back.

"No!" cried Aragorn, running over to her. "Tunidel, find an eagle, she needs help!" Aragorn watched in horror as red blood spread from the ground below Tári. Aragorn cradled her in his arms. "Don't give in, please, Legolas needs you." Tári closed her eyes, her breathing shallow. "Tári, hold on," he pleaded. "Please." But it was too late. Tári took one last breath, shuddered, and died.

Aragorn softly let Tári's body down to the ground and stood up with a new energy. "Arrgggg," he cried, running into the battle, sword swinging wildly around, killing everything.Hours later the battle was over. Thousand lay dead, strewn before the gates of Mordor, Tári and Eomer included.

Aragorn, you need to come here, said Tunidel gently, Legolas has found her.

Aragorn sighed and walked towards where Tári had fallen. From a distance, he could see Legolas bending over her, sobbing.

"Why? Why did you have to die? It's all my fault. I wasn't here to protect you. I'm so sorry Tári. I failed you," cried Legolas.

Aragorn walked over to him and placed his hands on Legolas' shoulders. "You didn't fail her Legolas. It's nobodies fault that she died. We were fighting the Uruk, she stabbed him in the back, I cut off his arm. He fell. But out of nowhere came an arrow. We didn't see it coming. It hit her in the back. I tried to tell her to hold on, Legolas, I tried, but she closed her eyes."

It did not seem to help Legolas that he now knew the truth. In fact, he seemed to cry even harder, and Legolas was not an emotional elf. He picked up Tári's body and carried it over to Tunidel, who was quietly waiting a small distance away. Only once Tári was safely strapped onto the horse did Legolas notice the arrow in her back.

It was his.

Legolas stared at it in horror. "I killed her, Aragorn," he said quietly. "It was my arrow, I killed her. It is my fault."

Aragorn ran to Legolas. "No, no it isn't your fault. An arrow went awry, perhaps your were trying to hit the Uruk, but we killed him and Tári got it the way. It was as much my fault and her fault as any."

"Don't you say it was her fault," said Legolas darkly, grief overpowering sanity. He got on Tunidel and they ran.

I'm taking him back to Imladris. I'll talk to him about, well, what happened on the way, said Tunidel to Aragorn.

Thanks, Tunidel, replied Aragorn.

Aragorn ran to check on Eowyn, for her brother had died. Granted, Faramir was comforting her, but perhaps other help would be welcomed. "Faramir," he asked quietly, "how is she doing?"

"Not very well. She still seems to believe that it's her own fault," said Faramir sadly.

"Same with Legolas." When Faramir looked at him quizzically, he added, "His lover's dead." He glanced at Eowyn, who was cradling Eomer's torso in her lap. "D'you want me to talk to her?"

"You can try," said Faramir.

Aragorn walked up to Eowyn. Kneeling, he asked, "Eowyn, what happened?"

She looked up at him, tears streaming down her face. "I was standing between him and an Uruk and his horse. Eomer had fallen because of a pike thrown into his shoulder. It's okay, I told him. I would protect him until I died. I hadn't counted on the horse to be one of those speaking ones. It talked to the Uruk for a few minutes and they split. The horse went for Eomer, and the Uruk went for me. I fell the Uruk, and I tried. Aragorn, I tried to get to the horse, but I couldn't. I watched helplessly as the horse kicked Eomer repeatedly in the stomach, then trampled his body."

"Eowyn," said Aragorn soothingly, "There was nothing you could have done. Those horses are terrible creatures. It's not your fault that Eomer lies here dead. Nothing is your fault. You gave it your best shot, but it wasn't Eomer's best. Eomer will be watching you for the rest of your life. Go on and live happily with Faramir. Eomer will live on in your heart."

Eowyn nodded, but continued to cry and hold her brother's body tightly.

"I tried," said Aragorn to Faramir. "Oh, we need all the help we can get to drag the Uruks and orcs and their horses to a common place where we can burn them down. Elladan and I are going to drag bodies towards the center of the fighting area. Will you please help?"

"Yes," said Faramir distracted, staring at Eowyn. "Of course I'll help."

Together, and recruiting more by the minute, they began the long process of burning the opposing dead. Then they would all return to each Rohan, Imladris, and Gondor, for the burial of their own dead.

Okay, ahh, I was nearly crying as I wrote this. Sorry that I had to kill Eomer too. I love him tons, but Tári couldn't be the only one dead because it would make it seem like I hated her. I don't! Please, please review!