As Naraku continued in vain to penetrate the elven mail, Gurthang glittered in challenge in increasing light. Sesshoumaru attacked Saruman with his sword but was blocked by the treacherous wizard's staff. Naraku, giving up on getting through Alcarin's armour, decides to crush her instead. "You weak pathetic human! Do you really think you can harm me!" he said. She laughed hysterically in his face, getting louder and louder, drowning out all else and infuriating him and Saruman.
So both Naraku and Saruman became completlley enraged, and everything seemed to stop. Using her mind she silently spoke to Sesshoumaru. "We will not destroy them today. My strength is not fully returned from my wounds nor yours from the journey you but recently returned from. But we can win this battle. I will not lie to you, he has crushed me where my wounds are healing and I am faint. But I have the strengh for one final blow and so do you. We must strike as one together. When my stroke falls I will need you greatly for I will be unable to move for a time. Will you aid me?" He answers (feeling a strange protectiveness over such a brave soul and something else he could not describe) It would be my honor, Norenturin." Looking up he saw something strange. All the sudden a brilliant light surrounded her and she became so perilously beautiful, no mortal could look upon her. Sesshoumaru, who never shows emotion, had to catch his breath. With eyes of a blue-grey fire she held the glance of her foe, Naraku. In a voice that could have belonged to Luthien the fair before the throne of Morgoth, she spoke.
"Behold, Naraku! I am Fire, and you and the Traitor are to be burned as a sacrafice!" Sesshoumaru gets his sword ready. Taking Gurthang in both hands she raised it to the skies and shouted "Earendil Ancalima Isil silme lim!" and struck at the tentacle that was her. She could hear Sesshoumaru shout something as well. The last thing she remembered was being surrounded by a white and silver fire and falling. Sesshoumaru cried out "NORENTURIN!" and rushed toward the fire. When he reached it, it was already gone, along with Naraku and Saruman. He saw her sprawled on the ground. At the sight of her, he is strangely deeply moved within. "You are so beautiful, lieing there, helpless" he whispers as he sat beside her and gently brushed the hair from her face. "One so strong should not have to be so helpless. Why does she trust me so, and why do I care so much?" He lifted her up along with her blood-stained sword and carried her back to the castle. He laid her in her bed and turned to leave her, but found he could not. "I am worried for her, why? What has this warrior awakened within me?" he thoght to himself. He was interrupted when Jaken appears. "Let me deal with that pesky human, my lord..." Sesshoumaru stopped him. "Her name is Norenturin, she is a warrior, and she saved your lord w/ her plan from great evil. You will call her by her name and will show her honour. Now, leave us!" "But...my lord..."stammered Jaken. Sesshoumaru unscheaved his sword and glared at Jaken. Jaken ran away. Sesshoumaru turned back to her.
to be continued...