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"An Elemental Gandalf?" Théoden breathed staring at Mayleea. "I thought they had all died years ago."

She shook her head and snorted. She thought quickly about her Elf emotions and phased back. To her surprise, all her clothes were still on her Elvin body. This she was glad of. She bowed her head respectively but Théoden touched her shoulder.

"There is no need to bow to me. Your kin once ruled the skies and lands here. They were gracious enough to let us build and my ancestors created pacts with the Elementals who ruled what is now Rohan. You are far greater than I old one."

"Théoden King, I did not even know of my heritage until a few hours ago. I should not be treated any differently."

"It does not matter if you know what you are. All that matters is that you are our ally in the coming war."

"I am," she said.

At that, tears seemed to fill the King's eyes, as he squeezed my shoulder.

"Thank you-"

"Mayleea," she quickly inserted.

"Thank you Mayleea."

She suddenly realized Grima was slowly making his way to the door, and seeing as she had no weapons, she jumped at him and in the air she phased back to a dragon. She landed with both front feet on either side of his head. She let a deep growl rumble from my chest as Grima yelled and cowered. She glanced back at Théoden who had just picked up his sword. She grew to the side of a large horse and picked Grima up by the back of his black robes. She dropped him in front of Théoden and nudged him closer with her nose. Théoden glanced and her then glared at Grima.

"For too long you have poisoned my mind. Too long have I been sitting idly by while Rohan turns to ruin. Now you must pay!"

He lifted his sword, but Aragorn caught his hand.

"No my lord!" he yelled. "Too much blood has been spilled on his account already."

Aragorn let go of the King's hand and backed away. Mayleea snorted her disapproval and scowling at Grima. He looked up at her and she roared. That sent him on his way.

"What if he goes back and tells Saruman?" she asked everyone.

The king looked afraid of her voice in his head at first, but then he smiled.

"Long have I wanted to hear an Elemental's voice in my head!" he said joyfully.

"I believe he will my dear," Gandalf said answering her question.

Mayleea didn't understand why that was ok. She could kill him in one bite and she let them all know that, and Aragorn, Legolas and Gimly glanced at each other and stifled laughs. Gandalf smiled too.

"I could," she said tossing she head.

"We know," Gandalf said smiling. "If you will follow him and come back and tell us everything that would be much appreciated."

She was surprised Gandalf was giving her such an important mission, but excitement was coursing through her.

"I would be honored," she answered bowing her head.

"I would like to go as well, Gandalf," Legolas said stepping forward.

Mayleea turned to him and smiled.

"It is not I who will bare you," he said glancing at her.

"It would be wonderful if you came with me!" Mayleea said excitement overflowing her mind.

"Good it is settled then," said Gandalf. "Go with speed my friends.

Mayleea turned back to an Elf and bowed. At the door, their weapons were returned to them and then they walked toward the gate. Legolas turned his head slightly and looked her over. She met his eyes.

"What?" she asked.

He smiled.

"I was just wondering if your legs are strong enough to beat me to the gate."

His smile was slightly more devilish. Mayleea smiled too and without warning, broke into a run. He bounded after her. They darted around the city, in and out of buildings, not even heading for the gate anymore. Finally, out of breath, she threw herself at the ground and waited for Legolas. He appeared around a building a few seconds later.

"Tired already?" he mocked, crossing his legs and gracefully sitting next to her.

She smiled and sat up. She studied his legs then tried to do it. All she ended up doing was tying her long legs in a knot. He laughed and stood.

"You will learn many things in time, Mayleea," he said as he held out a hand.

Mayleea smiled at the way her name rolled off his tongue. It was nice, and she found herself wanting to hear it more. She took his hand and he pulled her to her feet.

"Not too tired to fly with another person are you?" he asked, that mocking tone edging its way into his voice again.

She raised an eyebrow then darted away from him toward the gate. He passed her easily and was waiting at the gate when she jogged up.

"I'm sure one day you will beat me, but I have been running on these legs a lot longer than you," he said.

She phased back to a dragon in mid run and leapt into the air.

"Well I have been flying since before you were even a thought in your father's mind," she said climbing high in the sky.

Legolas' musical laugh filled her mind as she rolled and twisted her lean body easily. After a minute of playing, she swooped back down to him. She grew until his head came to her shoulder then she bent one knee and he nimbly climbed up. He seated himself right in front of her wing joint, and placed both hands on the spike that started at the back of her neck. She turned to look at him. His eyes were wide with anticipation and she could feal an edge of fear in his mind.

"Hang on," she said flashing a smile at him.

She felt his legs tighten around her shoulders and she crouched, her body tense, but his tenser, then she sprung, her back legs sending her thirty feet into the air. With two powerful flaps, she was two hundred feet above the ground. She felt Legolas' fear all but gone.

"How are you?" She asked.

"This is wonderful!" he shouted spreading his arms.

Joy spread from his mind to hers and she flew faster. His joy only increased. After about a mile, Mayleea saw a cloud of dust below them.

"Legolas. Its Grima," she said motioning with her head.

"He is indeed headed to Isenguard," Legolas said, a small sigh escaping him.

She snorted.

"We should just kill him. One flick of my tail, or one arrow from you-"

"That is not what Gandalf wants," Legolas interrupted.

She growled, annoyed at being interrupted.

"I'm just saying," she said. "One word from the wizard and that snake would be dead."

Mayleea felt Legolas laugh.

"Let us just see Saruman's army."

Mayleea passed Grima, who she knew saw her. After a minute or so, Isenguard's spire came out of a clump of trees. In a few seconds they were above the tower. Legolas leapt lightly from her back to the top of the tower. She grew small and landed on Legolas' shoulder.

"They are many," Legolas said as we surveyed the vast number of Uruki spread around in every direction.

"They are many more than King Théoden has. Thousands more," Mayleea said.

"But where is Saruman?" Legolas asked.

Apparently someone else wanted to know as well.

"My lord! My lord Saruman!"

It was Grima. He had gotten there faster than Mayleea would have expected. He road through the Uruki fearlessly looking for Saruman.

"What are you doing here?" Saruman asked coming out on a balcony. Legolas and Mayleea were right above him, almost five hundred feet up.

Grima dismounted and ran inside at the bottom of the tower. Saruman looked down and yelled to the Uruki.

"Bring all your brothers. War is upon us."

He went inside and nearby Uruki started yelling orders. Legolas and the Elemental waited and watched while the Uruki broke into ranks and easily stood at attention, waiting for Saruman. It was a long moment before he emerged.

"We ride to Edoras!" he shouted.

Legolas and Mayleea glanced at each other.

"We must warn the king," Legolas said.

Mayleea growled in his ear.

"I should show him what a dragon can do."

"Gandalf instructed us to-"

"I know what he instructed," she hissed.

Legolas looked at her warily, but said nothing.

"Are you going to try to stop me?" she asked him.

His eyes were dark as they searched hers. Finally he said, "If I did, I fear I would not come out alive."

She snorted indignantly.

"I would not harm you."

"But you would not listen to me."

It was not a question. Mayleea shook her head and leapt from his shoulder and grew as large as she could. She roared as she dove toward the thousands of Uruki. They all turned to see and when they did, most of them screamed and ran for cover. She pulled up at the last second and landed with a thud, crushing about 30 of them. Even as big as she could get, the Uruki came up to the middle of her leg. She hadn't anticipated their height, but she wasn't alone in her fight.

From the top of the tower, Legolas was shooting arrow after arrow into the Uruki. She wasn't sure how he had so many arrows, but she wasn't complaining. Mayleea swished her tail taking out thirty Uruki behind her. She picked one up and crushed him between her teeth. She shook her head violently trying to get rid of the acrid taste of his blood. They smelled terrible, but they tasted far worse. She turned in a complete circle, knocking back the Uruki who were coming at her with long knives and spears.

Legolas had run out of arrows and could do nothing but watch the fight unfold. He was amazed by the dragon. He had never heard of them, let alone watched one fight. Mayleea was lean and agile. She could easily dodge the Uruk and their cumbersome blades.

Suddenly, he felt a stab of pain in his ribs. He collapsed from the debilitating pain and checked his injury. He was dumbfounded when there was no blood anywhere. There wasn't even a wound. After a second he glanced over the edge of the tower and Mayleea just as she sent a jet of orange flame in front of her. He could almost hear their flesh crackling and smell the charred hair. He most assuredly could hear their terrified screams.

Suddenly he felt his feet leave the ground as he flew across the top of the tower. He hit the opposite spire and landed with a thud. He looked up, carefully nursing what was sure to be a bruised rib, and Saruman met his gaze.

The Uruki in front of Mayleea were sizzling in a heap when she felt something slam into her side. She turned to see which of the Uruki dared throw themselves into her, but there was nothing there. Before she had a chance to think about it, Legolas' voice entered her mind.

"Saruman is on the roof!"

A roar erupted from her chest and launched away from the ground. She pawed the air climbing higher until she rose above the tower. Legolas was standing, long swords in hand across from the Wizard, who was getting ready to do something with his staff. Acting on pure instinct, Mayleea picked Legolas up by the back of his cloak and pushed off the tower with her back feet. Saruman was too surprised to continue with his magic, and by the time he snapped out of it, she was out of his magical reach.

Only when the trees engulfed Isenguard's tower did Mayleea soar lightly to the ground. She set Legolas down and turned to look at a long knife wound on her side.

"You are injured," Legolas pointed out.

He looked almost puzzled.

"I will heal," she said turning to him. "Are you injured?"

His eyes were still on the long wound that was seeping blood.

"Legolas," she said.

He looked at her.

"I am sorry. I put you in danger. I'm not used to working with others. I have never had to worry about anyone else when I make dictions."

He stopped her.

"You are a marvelous fighter. I am glad you are our ally. Even if you need to learn how to fight with others."

He smiled.

"Come. We must get back and tell the King what we have seen. Can you make it?"

Mayleea grinned and knelt. He hopped on and she took off. Every time she beat her wings, pain ran through the length of the wound, and the blood loss was weakening her, but they eventually made it back to Edoras. Mayleea landed outside the city where Gimly and Aragorn were waiting. They both noticed the blood before she could say anything.

"What happened?" Gimly asked, worry clouding his face.

Legolas looked at her.

"I engaged the Uruki," she confessed.

"You fought them?" Aragorn asked, stunned.

She grunted.

"There are thousands of them. Thousands more than Theoden's army. I tried to even the odds."

Gimli looked impressed, but the Ranger was watching her with a stern expression. She glanced at Legolas, but his expression was all but void of emotion.

"It was reckless," Aragorn said suddenly. "But impressive."

His faced softened slightly.

"Now you must let us heal you."

He walked to her side and traced the wound with his finger from her shoulder to her hip.

"That would be easier to do if you were an Elf," he said.

Mayleea sighed heavily, letting smoke roll from her nostrils, but phased back to an Elf. As soon as she had, she fell forward. Although surprised, Aragorn caught her.

"What's happening?" Gimli asked.

Neither of them answered him until it hit Legolas.

"Blood loss," he explained quickly. "As a dragon she can lose more blood before she passes out. When she turned back to an Elf, she had already lost too much."

"We must get her to Gandalf," Aragorn said picking her up.

Mayleea could feel herself being jostled around as Aragorn ran. She dimly heard the throne room doors burst open, and the last thing she felt was Aragorn's arms tighten around her.

As the darkness of the throne room was pierced by sunlight from the outside, Aragorn tightened his arms protectively around the frail Elf.

"My goodness, what happened?" Gandalf asked as Théoden cleared a table with a sweep of his arm. Aragorn laid Mayleea down carefully.

"She engaged the Uruki at Isenguard," Legolas said helpfully. "Saruman's army is very large my lord. They have many more than you do."

"That doesn't matter now," Théoden said. "We must heal her. She is our greatest weapon in this war. Without her, none of us will survive."

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