The battle was laid out before them. Tens of thousands of orcs, uruk hai, trolls and other hell beasts fragged from Mordor's depths were lined up on the plains that stretched far and wide in the realm of Gondor. The city of Minas Tirith was barely visible on the hillside. A large city built into the side of the mountain face, much like Helm's Deep, it housed the steward of Gondor.

Ivy scanned the plains before her. There was silence deep and looming. No plants were talking to her. Ivy felt helpless and alone. They were losing the battle. The field was awash with slaughter. They were outnumbered. In the middle of the battle Ivy knelt and began to mutter words of love for her friends for Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli urging them to arrive. The cupped her hands and created a white light that sprang forth. The light encompassed everything around them, driving the nazgul back. Except for one.

The witch king landed with a thud in front of Ivy.

"You dare to challenge me?" he hissed, swinging his hulking mace.

Ivy stood her ground, raising her shield protecting her body. The witch king swung his mace at Ivy, barely missing her, as she ducked out of the way. Gripping her sword more tightly she glared at him waiting for his next move.

"You fool!" he sneered, "No man can kill me!"

"I am no man!" Ivy cried.

Ivy grasped her sword and drove it into the mask of the Witch King. The pain was like nothing she had ever felt before. It vibrated up her arm, and through her body. She cried out and fell to the earth. Black clouded over her vision for a few moments and the Witch King staggered forward ready to finish her. Ivy rolled onto her back and glared into his black pit like eyes. Watching as the blade swung down towards her body.

"No…." she barely whispered the word, raising her hand in a defiant gesture. Strong roots from ancient trees from a far forest shot from the ground piercing the king's body. He screamed in pain as pure earthen power raced through him. Wooden branches shot out of his mask crumpling it and reaching up towards the sky.

Ivy stared at the tree that stood in the place that the Witch had once stood her eyes opened wide as she realised her own power. The tree would forever remain there as a reminder to all of this battle. Ivy pushed herself to her feet and turned as she heard horns blaring announcing the Rohirrim's arrival she smiled broadly. They would not turn the tide of battle, their numbers were too few but they might help them hold their foes until the others arrived.

They sped down the hill and crashed into against the left flank of the army of Mordor.

Ivy lifted her sword, stretching her injured arm, and charged back into the battle. She felt a chill rush over her and turned towards the city and the docks, the dead had arrived. She felt the cold stale taste of death growing on her and watched as the minions of the dark lord were consumed by the flowing wave of death.

A feeling of dread spread through her and she felt death's grip clawing at her. She sank to her knees, all of the energy sapped out of her. Suddenly strong arms were around her lifting her off the ground rushing her out of the green mist and laying her on warm sweet grass. Her eyes fluttered open and she saw a flick of blonde hair and Legolas as he rushed back into the battle.

And just like that, the battle was over. The dead city had helped them and Aragorn had fulfilled their oaths. Ivy still lay on the grass where Legolas had laid her, away from the battle. She knew he had wanted to keep her out of the way so she had stayed. Glad for once to do as she was told. The pain surged up and down her arm, as well as various bruises and cuts, Ivy felt as though there was no more energy in her. Legolas came over and crouched down beside her.

"Ivy…" he whispered.

Her eyes opened instantly, knowing the sound of his voice.

"Legolas…" she said attempting to sit up, but failing dismally without the use of her right hand and the light headedness that she still felt. Legolas lifted her to her feet.

"I'm fine, a little shaky but fine, please do not fuss," she dusted off her clothes, looking around as the last few warriors fell. She looked at the broken bodies of her comrades on the floor.

"I must go to them Legolas, maybe I can help a little," Ivy moved forward stumbling, Legolas grabbed onto her holding her steady.

"Perhaps not Melamin," Ivy ignored him pushing his protective arms away and moved towards the closest fallen warrior.

"Ivy…" Legolas called, "there are people to help them, and you need rest!"

"You cannot argue with her Legolas" Aragorn said, coming up to them, "You should know that by now. She is too stubborn for her own good."

Ivy flitted around the battle scene, helping where she could. There was much death here. Only a few warriors remained alive. She broke into a shaky run as she saw a small body sobbing, holding onto something protectively.

"Pippin!" She cried falling to the ground next to him. Legolas was close behind her, gracefully crossing the field.

"Merry…oh Merry…" Ivy breathed, pulling him from his cousin's arms and cradling him. Tears flowing down her face in a river. The sky opened up above them and rain started to fall as the earth grieved with her.

"There may still be time, we must get him to a healer," Legolas pulled Ivy to her feet and guided her swiftly towards the great gates, past haggard limping soldiers that were stumbling back into the city. Pippin jogged behind them, frantic with worry. His big feet slipping in the forming puddles.

A sharp cry pierced the thick wet air and Ivy's head whipped up. A flailing body fell from the highest courtyard of Minas Tirith.

"So passes Denethor, son of Ecthelion"Ivy murmured, "His heart was riddled with hate"

Ivy carried Merry into the city, ignoring the burning pain in her arm. Getting Merry to a healer was more important she decided. Finally they reached the large hall that was being used as a makeshift hospital. Ivy lay Merry down on the nearest cot that was available and knelt next to him while the healers worked.

"You should have them look at your arm, Melamin" Legolas said quietly in her ear.

"It is fine" Ivy replied, slightly irritated. Her own health came second right now.

"Please, Ivy" Legolas pleaded with her.

Ivy huffed and stood up with a sigh. Legolas led her over to an available healer, explaining what had happened. Ivy sat patiently while the herbs worked their magic and relieved the pain for her. It was only broken. Such a trivial thing would heal, she said to herself, what about Merry?

They bandaged her arm and put it in a sling, telling her she was not to use it and to come back if the pain continued. At the moment, Ivy felt no pain. The herbs had worked, she thought. When the healer let her go, she went back to Merry and knelt at his side.

"Will he be ok?" she asked the healer working on him.

"He needs some rest, but he will be just fine. The horse falling on him only bruised him badly around the chest. Much of it was taken in his leg. It is broken." The healer explained. "You should go and rest yourself"

"She is right Melamin" Legolas agreed with the healer, pulling Ivy to her feet by her good arm "you need to rest".

Ivy let him lead her away from the hall and up to the highest rung of Minas Tirith. She was too weary to argue with him. Legolas noticed her weariness and scooped her in his arms, carrying her into the room Aragorn had told Legolas they could use. When Legolas laid her down on the bed, she was almost asleep. He laid himself beside her and hummed a tune under his breath, half to himself, half to help Ivy sleep.

Ivy's mood rapidly changed as she felt Legolas' warm body press against her side and his arm slide over her stomach. She sleepily turned towards him and nibbled on his neck lazily. Legolas chuckled softly running his hands up her back pulling her closer.

"I appreciate your enthusiasm Ivy, but you are exhausted and I am weary myself ...." Legolas mumbled against her cheek.

Legolas was interrupted as she kissed him full on the lips and slide her tongue forward. Legolas sighed giving into temptation and he kissed her back, and adjusting his body so he was pressing her against the mattress.

"Ivy" Legolas breathed against her neck, "It is time to rest…"

Ivy sighed and relaxed her arms that were clinging to his neck. Keeping Ivy in his arms Legolas rolled to his side, pulling her against his chest. Almost purring like a content kitten, He ran his hands over her body slowly working out the left over stress and tension as she slipped into a deep slumber.

Morning would come soon enough and they would deal with the next stage of the battle. Mordor. A battle which Legolas hoped to keep Ivy out of.