Aragorn and Eleniel stood next to each other, their eyes drawn to the black smoke rising from where they knew Minas Tirith stood. Legolas and Gimli stood a few feet away from them, their eyes also looking in the distance. She glanced to her left at the man next to her with a slightly sad but still somewhat hopeful smile, "I love you." The Ranger returned her smile with one of his own, "I love you too."
They moved away from the edge of the ship until they were sure that the Orcs would not be able to see them once they made port. Their fleet of black ships finally pulled up along the Anduin River. "Late, as usual! Pirate scum! There's work that needs doing." Eleniel heard from where her at the others stood.
A sly grin grew on her face, "Come on, ya sea rats! Get out off your ships!"
Aragorn smirked at her and even sent her a fleeting wink, "See you on the other side." He muttered to her before jumping off the black ship. Gimli let out a little grunt and followed after him. Legolas shook his head before muttering something about Dwarves and calmly followed after them. Eleniel took a deep breath to prepare herself as a small pit settled in her stomach and a lump lodged itself in her throat.
Glancing down at the Ringil at her side, she thought of her family and people then the Valar. Filled with determination, she jumped off the ship, landing behind the others. She watched as the Orcs looked at them amusedly as they advanced towards them.
"There are plenty for both of us! May the best dwarf win!" Gimli exclaimed as smirks made their way onto all of their faces. With weapons drawn, they moved to attack the Orcs. As they attacked, the army of the dead appeared behind them. Her smirk widened as she watched some of the Orcs turn as if to retreat but she knew that they would not survive.
And she was right. The army of the dead soon overwhelmed the Orcs.
The four of them ran with the Army of the Dead, killing Orcs as they went. She could hear Legolas and Gimli laughing loudly and counting their kills, making the Elf roll her eyes at the two of them.
"Fifteen!"
"Sixteen!" Legolas shot an arrow through the head of an Orc about to swing its blade at Gimli's unprotected back.
"Seventeen!"
They were fighting their way towards Minas Tirith when a fell beast appeared and grabbed her body in its jaw before throwing her, sending her flying across the ground. Grunting, Eleniel reached her hand up holding her bleeding side when she saw a familiar figure saunter towards her.
It took everything in her to withhold a groan. "We meet again, she-elf." The Witch King said as she laid down on the ground.
Eleniel spat out the blood in her mouth onto the grass before glaring at the Witch King. "Indeed." She stood, suppressing the scream of pain she wanted to let out. She saw Aragorn, Gimli and Legolas approaching behind the Witch King but they stopped at the shake of her head. The males looked torn between listening to her and helping but decided that it was best to just listen although her love looked like he would rather do anything but that.
She looked into the black holes that he called eyes of the Witch King. "My master will reward you greatly if you but surrender to his cause," the ugly thing said. "He shall make you a Queen, loved above all else."
Eleniel rolled her eyes at the Witch King and went to pull Ringil from its place at her waist but stopped herself. No. This sword is not to be used for someone as lowly as the Witch King, instead she pulled her own sword out of its sheath, brandishing it. The fell beast took a bite at her but she moved out of the way of its outstretched jaw before she lit her sword on fire and removed its head from its neck.
Smirking a little, she looked at the Witch King and with a single finger she beckoned him to come at her confidently.
Her eyes tracked his every move even when the whole commotion of the Haradrim arriving on Oliphants happened. She almost didn't catch him swinging his mace at her but managed to roll away and parry his next blow just in time. Not giving him any time to think of attacking her again, she took a swipe at him with her sword.
She didn't know how long they had fought but sweat clouded her eyesight, the taste of her own blood was on her lips and her side still hurt although he did not look any better. The Witch King continued to taunt her though.
"Is this really all you have, she elf? Are you really the one the Valar have chosen?" Eleniel glared at the thing before attacking the Witch King again with an even fiercer vigour than before.
They continued to fight, the other battles going on around them disappearing as sword connected with armour and mace connected with limbs. Eleniel did not see as Merry came up behind the Witch King with Eowyn and stabbed the wraith in the knee with the dagger that she had given him.
A pained gasp escaped her mouth as she watched Merry groan and fall grasping onto the arm that he had stabbed the Witch King with. He seemed to faint or fall asleep. So distracted was she by her friend falling, she didn't see the mace coming towards her abdomen. Agony soon clouded her mind as she felt something wet drip down her chest. She fell as blood smeared the front of her armour, the Witch Kings mace somehow able to pierce through the metal.
Éowyn watched all of this happen in fear. She saw Merry fall and then the she-elf he had tried to help. She knew that the elleth was Aragorn's love and seeing her fight with such passion for others and for Gondor, she could see why he loved her so deeply. When she met those beautiful grey eyes, a sudden determination rose up within her and she charged.
Éowyn fought the Witch King for only a few minutes and could already feel herself tiring. Momentarily distracted by the Witch King reaching out towards her, she dodged his grasp only to notice his mace coming towards her. Éowyn watched and knew that she would not be able to dodge it fast enough when she heard a pained cry and felt a body in front of her own.
It was the Elf. Her grey eyes glanced behind, making eye contact with Éowyn's own before turning back to the Witch King. She pushed his body off of her before reaching for his mace and removing it from her chest with a small gasp. Returning her hands to her waist, Eleniel removed her sword at her side before charging again. Éowyn watched frozen as they battled, metal meeting metal with a fierce strength.
Her eyes followed their movements for what felt like hours, not wishing to interfere in fear of being a distraction to the she-elf.
"Give up she-elf and pledge yourself to my Master." The Witch King once again offered to a tired looking Eleniel. She scoffed before answering, "I'd rather die."
If the Witch King actually had a face then no doubt a huge smirk would be seen on his lips, "That can be arranged." His mace once again connected with her chest as blood seeped through her armour and trickled down the corner of her mouth. In a determined rage, she shoved her own sword through his 'chest' then lit the blade on fire. A deafening screech was heard as everyone on the battlefield, man and orc alike, covered their ears to keep the dreadful noise out.
Exhaustion seeped into her very bones as her body finally gave out. She collapsed as black dots formed in her vision. The last thing she saw was Éowyn facing off against the fell beast and killing before engaging the still conscious Witch King again in combat.
Her eyes did not remain open long enough to see the outcome.
She woke a few days later to an empty room in what she could only assume was the Healing House of Minas Tirith. Gathering the covers of her bed, she threw them off before moving to stand. Pain clouded her mind when she had accidentally pulled too hard on the wound at her side and on her chest. Her mind immediately went to the battle. If they had lost then surely she would not wake up to a nice room nor would she be alive.
Then she remembered Merry and Éowyn and then the Witch King. Shame filled her countenance as she reflected on her battle against the Witch King. If she could not handle the Witch King then how could she even handle whatever else it is that Sauron and Melkor were bound to send for her. But she would nonetheless. She would face anything they sent her dead on with determination and courage.
Sifting through the clothes in her room, she found some breeches and a shirt that smelt distinctly like Aragorn. Putting them and her boots on, she left her room, her legs a little wobbly but otherwise she was okay.
She walked around for a bit before finally realising that she needed help so she asked one of the guards that were stationed in one of the hallways she was walking where she would be able to find Aragorn and the others.
"Lord Aragorn is currently in council, my lady," he told her, a tinge of awe in his voice which went unnoticed by the Elf. "They convene in the throne room. It's just down the hall and to your left."
Eleniel nods at the man and thanked him before marching away. As she approached the door to the throne room, she saw two figures on each side. The one on the right side of the door announced from his post, "I'm sorry but no one can en-" he began to say but stopped as he recognised the Elf. Him and his companion immediately opened the door for the fair maiden. She saw Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli, Gandalf, Boromir and even Pippin was there plus a few others she did not know stood around the Kings throne that Gimli sat upon, smoking from his pipe. They were discussing something amongst themselves, none of them looking up as the door opened.
A smile appeared on her face when a familiar voice greeted her, "Hamlin! We asked not to be," Boromir trailed off when he caught sight of her, a look of disbelief on his face. "Disturbed..."
The rest of the group looked up when Boromir had trailed off. Pippin's eyes widened as did Gandalf's. Eleniel smiled at her friends, her family brightly. Before she knew it she was wrapped up in arms, some around her waist while the others rested on her shoulders.
"Lee!" Pippin exclaimed, the happiness shining in his voice as tears began to flow freely down her cheeks. Eleniel greeted them both just as enthusiastically.
"Hello Boromir. Hello Pippin."
Sorry about being away for so long but life has been real hectic the last few months. Like honestly. Anyways how have you guys been? And yes, I kept Éowyn as the one to defeat the Witch King because I just love it so much and felt like I would be pushing it if I made Eleniel defeat him. Also if you're wondering why she wasn't using her powers and it's simple really; she couldn't. Using her powers would use too much of her energy especially if she is using it a lot in battle which is a bad idea when going up against the Witch King. Also no, she will not be passing into shadow either because she was wounded because of his mace, not a morgul blade so she'll be fine. We're getting closer and closer to the end and I'm not ready. If there's any mistakes then please point them out to me and I shall correct them.
Anyways hope you enjoyed xxx