Author's Notes: It's TIME! NOT THE BATTLE BUT ROMANCE! LET IT BEGIN. Sorry if it's a bit cheesy. Please tell me what you think

Unknown Secrets and Unknown Allies

Gimli wondered off to help some boys with their armour and after being asked Legolas went to go teach some how to use a bow and arrow. I walked round for a while but found myself getting unwanted glares from men that were trained in battle so I left to go stalk up and down the Deeping Walls.

I knew more war was to come if we survived this and death was to be swift on black wings during and after. Legolas was right, no way could a three hundred manned army win a host if not legion of Orcs and other gruesome beasts. The sun was setting and war was about to arrive.

A headache began. The building blocks of the world fell. I was stood on a battle field stained red and black. Mud painted the faces pf the dead. Everything was on fire with black flames. Blinded dying slaves walked, hand on shoulder with their eyes bleeding. They were heading ti a vile looking building that stunk of rotting flesh. A green putrid gas or mist laid low on the fields. 'The Future will come unless what must happen happens.' A choir of Light voices said with whispering tones. 'The World of Light is crashing, falling to Shadow. This must be stopped'

I came back with a heavy feeling in my chest. Why was always my visions so depressing? Why could they not be happy?

A shadow loomed over me. I looked up and saw the familiar face of Legolas. "Sorry. I didn't mean it, I was just stressed out." He said quietly, taking hold of my hand that rested on the wall. It slipped from the wall and to my side. His skin was neither warm nor cold. I could feel his strong pulse beneath his skin. "Can you promise me something?" He whispered in my ear from behind, sending his hot breaths down on to my neck.

"Err I suppose" I answered unsure what to answer with. I felt like a kid unsure what to do anymore. "Unless your making me promise to marry Gimli or your cousin or something, then hell no." I said quickly still unsure.

He smirked making an odd sound like a grunt as if he was about to laugh. "No, defiantly not" He paused, looking around as if he seeing if the coast were clear for some reason. "Could you please promise me a dance or maybe two if we survive this battle?" He whispered sheepishly into my ear.

I choked unable to answer. Had he just? Great now I have to answer. "Yes so long as you like not having feeling in your toes for the next week or so afterwards." I joked with no idea if I had said the right thing. I turned and looked up at him, having to lift my chin since he was two inches taller than myself.

He was grinning stupidly like a kid who got his older sibling in trouble though he had done it himself. "That's sounds fine, probably because I am not the best dancer either." He laughed looking into my eyes then at the shining moon that was climbing the sky then back at me. He pulled back the hood of my cloak and his warm hand rested on my neck.

Thank Valars no guards were around this part of the wall. Horus better not be flying around this part of the fortress.

He leaned in and stopped centimetres away. His eyes looking deep into my eyes as if asking if he could pass this point. Without thinking twice or even once and slipped my arms wrapped round his neck. I felt like my cheeks were burning. Now there was a two centimetre gap. But that soon disappeared.

Two Northern world's collided. Skin against skin. Eyes closed lightly.

We both pulled apart looking at each other. Both seeing each other in different light. The word 'friends' to describe our relationship had just been thrown out of the window by our last move. Then again we were both happy and smiling at each other.

Wolf whistle blew into the air from a group of Guards. At the other end of the walls. We both looked at each other then laughed. We separated but kept hold one anothers' hands. "A least Gimli..." Before I could finish my sentence Gimli came bounding over like a jolly midget.

"Too late. Well I never expected it but I saw. You Immortals are an odd bunch and I shall never understand your long lived empathy. I wonder what Aragorn will think of this new turn of events." He jogged away laughing and jeering.

Both of us passed each other sarcastic rolls of eyes and sighs. That was too be expected from Gimli. He was Dwarf and he took pleasure in taking the mick out of Immortals.

"Come on, your gonna say sorry to Aragorn and not me" I pulled him back to the Armoury, glaring at the guards when I passed them.

Once we entered we spotted Aragorn. I let go of Legolas's hand pushed him forward to talk to Aragorn. "We have trusted you this far. You have not led us astray. Forgive me. I was wrong to despair."

Aragorn looked up pleased and no longer grumpy acting like his true age. "Ú-moe edaved, Legolas." (There is nothing to forgive, Legolas.) he looked beween me and Legolas smirking. "Do not take offence but Gimli told me. I'm happy for the both of you."

I cringed now I dreaded when the Hobbits found out. "Happy? We just kissed, we're not getting married." I laughed.

Horus swooped down from the rafters and changed into his man form. 'Oh did we? Very nice.' He spoke on my head with a voice filled with sarcasm.

I ignored him and payed more attention to Gimli trudging over with a chain mail chest only half way down his chest. "We had time, I'd get this adjusted. It's a little tight across the chest" It dropped down rolling on the floor. It was clearly too big for him and his small stature and he refused to admit it.

I scratched the back of my head. "I can see. Don't start the fight without me" I said turning on my heels.

"Where are you going?" Gimli shouted.

"To get sorted." I waved and walked out. I went back to the room and emptied my pack of clothes. I put my leather waistcoat that tied up at the front with string and had no arms on over my shirt. I also put my hardened leather braces on my arms and over my wrists then my black gloves. I laced my boots up tight and made sure my hair out of the way of my face which it was. Now cloaked and ready I fastened on Drethan and Thsan then put my quiver on my back.

At the moment I finished two horns were blown, either of then belonging to any Man of Middle Earth. One of them I recognised as the Horn of Doehas that was in the possession of Lord Knox, my uncle. I ran out of the room and pushed past guards to get to the Wall. When I looked over I saw two large hosts. One was cloaked in leaf green and another with six lines of men dressed in red cloaks and at the front of the line one man was dressed in a midnight blue cloak. It was my uncle with his Phoenix, Eos sat on his shoulder.

The Rohan guards called for the King and the Gates to be opened. When they did open them, the two hosts walked in moving like toy soldiers. Their foot steps fell as one, sounding drumming sounds that echoed through the mountains. I ran from the walls and down to the courtyard. By the looks of it, half of the Castdeian host were Phoenix's in humanoid forms and the rest were either their Keepers or Guards of Castdeia who were not Keepers. The King walked down the steps looking at the two hosts with confusion.

I sat on a wall looking for faces I reconginised. In the Elven host was Haldir. The two heads of each host stood before the King, bowing their heads. Horus flew down next to me and changed into his humaniod form. 'Was this your doing? I know you can speak telepathically to your kin?' I asked Horus.

He smirked looking at the sky in wonder for no apparent reason. 'And if I have, you should be glad. I count three hundred Elves, 196 Nymphs and 104 Phoenixs. All armed and trained in battle. Though it may not be enough it shall do for the mean time. The powers shall also give us the edge, I think'

I smiled then jumped down from the wall when I heard my uncle calling. On my heels was Horus in his bird form. I stood next to Legolas whom had just ran down the stairs to see what had caused a commotion in the castles walls.

"How is this possible?" The King of Rohan asked looking dazed at the heads of each host.

"I bring word from Elrond of Rivendell. An alliance once existed between Elves and Men. Long ago we fought and died together. We come to honor that allegiance." Haldir answered for himself and his kin.

Thèoden looked next to me expecting I had a explanation. Lord Knox coughed. "I...we wish a new alliance to be formed between Castdeia and Rohan. We all face the same enemy and I wish not that we face these scoundrels on our own. Horus told my Phoenix that you are in need of trained soldiers and Elrond too asked for our help in this war. If the South falls, there is little chance of the North winning." He answered calmly looking at me and then at Horus.

Thèoden shook Lord Knox's and Haldir's hands, thanking them. He tried to promise them stringing new horses but each reclined saying no alliance should be joined by gifts but thoughts. "But how, did the Northern fleet get here so fast?" Thèoden

"Half of this fleet are Phoenix with fast wings and the Nymphs still have their secrets. They are good allies and skilled in many ways from their long lives." Aragorn explained.

My uncle suddenly came up behind me accompanied by Eos in his humanoid form and Horus. Eos's human like form had ice cold eyes and white hair that was cut short. It reflected my uncle's power over the Cold. All of the Phoenix's wore their identical armour and stood at the same heights. Each carried the same sword on their hilts. All had their wings hidden. "Tara? With me please" Lord Knox said as he put his on my shoulder. I cringed, I was in for it now. Yippee even when your over 2000 years old you can still get told off by your elders!

I followed and waited for him to tell me I was irresponsible or moan like an old dog without a bone.

"Your not fighting this. The King as agreed it would be better if you and Horus stayed in the Caves with the women and children" Lord Knox said calmly. Horus suddenly looked alarmed he had not thought this what was going to be said.

"No, I'm fighting. There's nothing you can do to stop me, uncle." I said against he words.

Horus was already arguing against his uncle, Eos in a far off corner. I could hear him shouting in Castdeian and another language I did not understand. Lord Knox sighed and folded his arms. "So you have more control, not going to burn anything down?"

I huffed. Typical he has to bring that up. It was only a bloody abandoned hut and the guys shouldn't have taken the mick, I was only bloody 9 years old for crying out loud. "Yes, I have more control. I am not a kid anymore and I am fighting this and your gonna let us fight"

He rolled his eyes. Before he could say my words would not change anything, I created a flaming double of him. I made it detailed in every why. I made his clone wave and draw it's burning, blazing sword. "If this is not control than I do not know what it is." It spoke with a smokey gruff voice as I mouthed the words.

He put out his hands that glowed with a whitish blue aura. It touched the fake flaming blade. "Hmmm, I suppose you can fight but if I say pull back you do as I say. Understand? Tara?"

I spoke through his clone again. "Deal"

And so it began. Battle defences were made to protect the fortress. The gates were bared. Weapons were sharpened. And in the distance we could hear the cries of screeching Orcs and othe terrible creatures of Darkness.