A/N: Hello! I know that this chapter is short, but I had to end it where I did...so hopefully you'll understand and forgive me! Also, I'm going to my grandma's house for the weekend, so I will not be able to update Saturday, as she does not have internet...sorry...you'll have one whole day to fret about the cliffy at the end of this chapter!

Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings.

Chapter 17

Anariel stood by Legolas as they sailed down the river towards Minas Tirith. The elf maiden now understood Gandalf's message about looking for the black ships. It had been simple enough to take the ships. Honestly, how could you battle an undead army? Exactly. You couldn't.

"I wonder where Frodo is now," Anariel wondered quietly.

"I often have the same thought," Legolas admitted as he wound his arms around her waist.

"I'd like to think that he's still alive," Anariel whispered. "Sam too…"

"I do not doubt that they are," Legolas assured her. "If I have learned anything about hobbits, I know that they do not give up."

"And neither should we," Anariel added thoughtfully.

"Let's go laddie," Gimli said gruffly as the dwarf approached them. "We're nearly there."

Legolas nodded and let Anariel go. He watched as she went over to where Aragorn stood, his eyes trained on the smoking white city. "She's a good lass," Gimli said as he followed Legolas' gaze.

"Yes she is," Legolas answered quietly. "Look out for her will you, my friend?"

Gimli looked up at the Elf curiously, "Course I will lad, but you know she can take care of herself."

"I have a bad feeling that I cannot shake," Legolas replied softly. "My mind will be clearer if I know that she will at least have one pair of eyes watching her."

"Aye lad," Gimli said twirling his axe as they made their way to Aragorn as the boat pulled up to the docks.

"Late as usual!" an orc commander yelled angrily. "Get off your ships, you sea rats! There's a knife work here needs doing!"

Aragorn leaped over the side of the ship and began to charge the orcs. Anariel, Gimli, and Legolas quickly followed and ran at the thousands of orcs that stood before them. Anariel saw the shock on their faces, but she watched as it slowly turned to horror as the army of the dead appeared behind them.

"Plenty for all of us," Gimli muttered. "May the best dwarf win!"

The Army of the Dead quickly overtook them, and swarmed the orc army. With raging bloodlust, they stabbed viciously at the Uruk-hai, while the orcs remained helpless. Their weapons were useless. Soon it seemed as though a blanket of ghostly green covered the masses of orcs, leaving Anariel and her friends with little to do.

However, Anariel still cut down every orc that she came into contact with. What struck her as odd, was the fact that Gimli stayed by her side. Not that she minded, but it was unusual. Legolas was near her too, but that was normal. However, what wasn't normal was Legolas shooting arrows into every orc's head that even looked at her. What was he so worried about?

Soon, Anariel had made it to where the main battle was taking place. She looked up at the many giant Mumakil, or oliphants as the hobbits called them. She watched as Legolas jumped onto one of the creature's tusks before jumping on the creature's leg, using the arrows embedded in its tough skin to hold on to. Anariel held her breath as he leaped from the creature's front leg to its back leg.

However, she couldn't watch any longer as an orc attacked her. Quickly, she parried a blow that should have disemboweled her, before beheading the orc. However, she didn't seem to get much of a break, as a group of orcs swarmed her.

Legolas clung to the arrow that he was using as a handhold for a moment before he slowly began to climb up to the creature's back. Granted, this was one of the craziest things he'd ever done, but it was still fun nonetheless. Now, he just couldn't die…Simple in theory, complicated in practice.

Quickly, he got his balance and fired an arrow, "Thirty-three!" Another arrow. "Thirty-four! Thirty-five!" Duck. "Thirty-six!" Dodge. "Thirty-seven!"

Legolas grabbed a rope and swung from the back of the creature to the front. On the backswing, he grabbed the saddle straps and cut them with his knife. The strap snapped and he held on as he let the toppling tower pull him onto the back of the beast.

Legolas watched as the tower fell to the ground, creating a giant cloud of dust. However, he quickly tore his eyes away from the sight and ran to the back of the beast's head. He drew four arrows and fired them right behind the Mumakil's head. Instantly, the beast fell and Legolas jumped over its head and slid down its long trunk. He landed right in front of Gimli and raised his eyebrows.

Gimli huffed, "It still only counts as one!"

Legolas huffed before he began to look around for Anariel. Where was she? He saw a flash of dark hair and started to make his way towards it. An orc stepped in front of him, and Legolas used the arrow in his hand to stab it in the throat, before pulling it out, notching it in his bow, and firing it into another orc.

Legolas just happened to glance to his left and he saw Aragorn being choked by an orc. Anduril laid on the ground to his right, and Aragorn was desperately trying to pry the orc's fingers from around his throat. Legolas looked back to where Anariel was and his stomach dropped.

Anariel was weaponless, and she was bleeding from a cut on her arm. Three orcs were closing in around her with their swords raised. Legolas looked back at Aragorn, who was slowly losing strength. He reached back into his quiver and notched his last arrow. He could only save one. This was the moment Galadriel had warned him about. This was his choice…but how could he choose? He watched as an orc swung its blade at Anariel, who barely managed to duck. He looked back at Aragorn, who was slowly turning blue.

Galadriel's words entered his mind, "Remember Legolas, there are two important things in love, trust and faith…"

If Legolas had learned anything after Anariel and Aragorn had miraculously survived the tumble off the cliff, he knew that Galadriel's words were true…so he turned and fired his arrow into the back of the orc that held Aragorn.

Did he make the right decision?

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