Disclaimer: I do NOT own any of the LOTR characters, places etc. I'm just playing with them, if i did own them I'd be filthy rich. This is my second fanfic so I'm still learning!

Amrawo: Thank you for your consistent reviews I really appreciate them!

JumpingRaspberries (): Wow! Thank you, I'm really glad you like it! You have read all 12 (13 including this one) chapters? There are some really good fics out there, but beware-you get hooked :). Hope you like the next chapter, is quite short though.

Sivaroobini Lupin-Black: I really struggled on the decision of whether of not to kill Boromir! Ahhhhhh, I don't know…he could still live, maybe. The ratio of orcs against them two if still very uneven though. Help!

What do you think- Boromir die now or later? I'm leaning towards killing him now though, I don't like him… scratches head and stares into space

Thank you for your reviews sorry this chapter is so small!

Vesper

One elf

Chapter 13 Sooner or later:

Nenmîr got slaying, the black creatures kept pouring in, they were flailing, the two had started fairly close back to back but Nenmîr had been forced away and was now over the other side of the small clearing trying with all her might to kill off the enemy.

She used her twin swords to snip off orcs heads in a scissor-like action, but soon there was too many of them to keep up the smooth action, she hacked at every single orc that came too close- behind in front, to the side. Plunging the long silver blades into the fell creature's chests then retrieving them and carrying on in that manner. This method was effective but she soon started running out of energy, there were only two of them fending off the orcs that didn't seem to stop coming.

They flooded around her, there was too many for two of them. There was too many! Frightening thoughts struck through her head. Was she going to die? Would the orcs take her? What would they do?

Her thoughts made her pay and she felt a sharp orc blade slice through the skin on the left side of her face. A white hot gash opened up from her temple to her chin warm blood oozed out and dropped off her chin and slid down her throat. She paused for a moment in shock, but not long enough to let the orc get away with more damage, she moved round defending herself and attacking the non-stop flow of enemies with a new energy called 'hate'.

It was too much, she was loosing blood, a small puddle lay on the floor and she was beginning to feel dizzy, she staggered plunging her sword into another chest, she pulled it back out and the world whirled before her eyes as she turned, she dropped one of her swords and dueled with an oncoming orc. She was weak, it wasn't working.

She felt heaviness in her arms and legs, her body begged for mercy- to rest- but she couldn't let her guard down. How much longer would she have to do this? She stole a glance at Boromir he was breathing heavily but didn't look as knackered as her. How much longer could she do this for?

The next minute she felt a violent blow to the back of her head, it sent her flying forwards, and she staggered but managed to stay on her feet. This couldn't be happening! She glanced around wildly searching for Boromir again; she could just make out his figure.

He was still standing and from what she could make out he was looking at her, only just managing to defend himself. He was calling her name, telling her to hold on. She turned peering about frantically; a blurred black figure was stood some distance away, taller than the other orcs. An Uruk hai, he held a bow in his hand, it was pointing in Boromir's direction, and everything seemed to give way in her mind

That was where Frodo had gone, he'd been chased by the orcs who'd probably got Sam as he courageously tried to protect his friend, Frodo had run on and finally they'd got what they'd came for.

The Uruk drew back the arrow.

The black mass around her thinned, the orcs were leaving, she fell onto her back but barely felt the earth beneath her. Blackness curled round her vision, was it orcs? No, the blackness curled around her brain too, snaring her vision and stealing her senses. Had the Uruk hai loosed the arrow?

But before she could see her body gave in and passed out, all her hope dead.