Chapter 33

The Battle of Pellenor Fields

As I was about to make my way to another ship I heard a voice.

"You can go no further!"

I looked over and smiled. There was my father, Legolas and Gimli.

"You shall not enter Gondor." he said.

I smirked and then silently made my way to the head ship. I remained unseen.

"And who are you to deny us passage!?"

I saw Legolas aiming his bow. I noticed Gimli nudge it. This caused Legolas' aim to be disturbed. One of the pirates fell dead.

"Well that is it! We warned you! Prepare to be boarded!"

"NOW BOARDING!" I cried.

I jumped up and drew Orcrist. I threw a knife into the captain's heart and then rushed forward swinging the great sword. That was when an army of the dead came forward. They were under father's command. I smiled and then steered one of the ships over to them.

"Get on!"

They jumped up and my father looked at me.

"Gilraen what were you thinking?!"

I smiled and hugged him.

"I heard what words were passed between you and grandfather. About mother." I said.

He wrapped his arms around me tightly.

"I had to do something. I could not sit idly by."

"I know….I understand." He said.

I looked at Legolas and he hugged me tightly.

"~You shall be the death of me.~" He said.

"~I shall go wherever you go. I love you so much Legolas.~"

He kissed me hard on the lips and then I heard Gimli gasp. I looked at him in confusion.

"How came you by that sword lass?"

I took Orcrist.

"I found it. One of the pirates had it. Why?"

Legolas gently took the sword and examined it.

"This is Orcrist the Goblin-Cleaver. It was taken by my father from…"

"Lord Thorin Oakenshield." Gimli finished.

My eyes widened and I looked at him. I knew about Thorin, I knew he was the one who had reclaimed Erebor with the help of the hobbit Bilbo Baggins. But how did the pirate get the sword?

"I though Lord Thorin fell in the Battle of the Five Armies." I said.

"Aye he did. Along with the last of the line of Durin. Fili and Kili his nephews." Gimli said.

"Was his voice a deep, powerful and commanding one?" I asked.

Gimli nodded. I took the sword from Legolas and closed my eyes.

Speak to me. Please.

I waited but I could hear nothing. When I thought I had only imagined the voice, it came.

"You are not a mortal woman. Nor are you an elf."

I knew this had to be Thorin's voice.

No, no I am not. I am Hal-elf and Half-mortal. The daughter of a Dunedein Ranger and the Princess of Imladris. Are you….are you the Great Lord Thorin Oakenshield?

"Aye I am. I met your mother once. You are so very young. I shall aid you in any way I can."

I smiled a little and looked at Gimli.

"I can hear him. Lord Thorin. He speaks to me."

Gimli's eyes widened and I smiled even more. I sheathed the sword and went back to Legolas' arms.

I wish I had received a chance to meet you.

"Perhaps one day you shall."

I am immortal.

"I know."

I was confused but I had no time to think about it. We were nearly to the dock and we stayed low to the ground. Legolas looked at me.

"~No matter what happens stay by my side.~"

I smiled and kissed him passionately.

"Gweston."

He smiled and then we heard the voices of the orcs.

"Late as usual! Pirate scum! There is knife work here that needs doing! Come on you sea rats! Get off your ships!"

You asked for it!

My father, Legolas, Gimli and I jumped out weapons drawn.

"There is plenty for the three of us! May the best dwarf win!" Gimli said.

I smirked and waved Orcrist around. As we ran forward, the army of the dead came forward as well. I enjoyed the look of terror on the face of the orcs.

"Your power is not all you must count on! Speed and concentration is also important!" Thorin said.

I nodded and moved quickly and gracefully through the orcs. I blocked several of the attacks and then killed them. I smirked and then we moved farther out onto the fields. The Rohirrim fought alongside the men of Gondor. Legions of orcs were fighting against them. That however was not the worst of it. Huge Mumakil were making their way towards us.

"Reform the line!" I heard Théoden shout.

I watched the Rohirrim reform and then charge. They would not last long against the Mumakil, for they destroyed everything in their path. I had to do something.

"Legolas!" I called.

He took one look at me and knew what I was going to do. He ran forward and took my hand.

"~Together!~"

I nodded and we ran forward. I jumped forward and slashed at the legs of the Mumakil. It fell and Legolas and I only just made it to safety.

"LEGOLAS!"

Father was looking at an oncoming Mumakil.

"Legolas…"

He ran forward and climbed up the side of the beats.

"You cannot help him now! But the King of Rohan shall need you!"

I looked over and froze in fear. The Witch King of Angmar was about to kill Théoden.

"You must be stronger then your fear! I am with you!"

I took a deep breath and then rushed forward.

"Feast on his flesh!" hissed the Witch King.

"I should think not!" I shouted.

The Nazgul reared its head in my direction. I stopped and held my sword in front of me.

"Do not come between a Nazgul and his prey! I shall see you torn to pieces half-breed!" he hissed.

He let out his terrible shriek and I closed my eyes in pain.

"OPEN YOUR EYES! FIGHT!"

I opened my eyes and was only just able to dodge the beast. Then another warrior was there. A smaller man, who did not appear very strong. I did not have time to wonder. I jumped up and just then the small man beheaded the foul creature. As it died, the Witch King stood and looked directly at me. The second I looked at the man, I knew it was no man.

"Eowyn get your uncle out of here! NOW!"

I looked back at the Witch King. He held a deadly mace in one hand.

"I remember you! It was you who escaped us with the Halfling!"

I would not show fear.

"That it was! And I shall kill you now as I should have that day!" I said.

"None can kill me! No elf or man!"

"I am neither! I am the only daughter! I am Half-Elf!" I said.

"You must not lose focus!"

I know…but I know I may not make it out of this. Perhaps we truly shall meet soon.

"No!"

I looked at the Witch King.

"Well then…let us finish this!" I snarled.

He screeched and swung at me. I ducked and rolled away. He wielded a sword in his other hand. As I swung at him he blocked and held me there.

"Swing out! Quickly!"

I did and only just missed the mace. However the blade of his sword cut my shoulder. I held back the cry of pain.

"Gilraen! You must flee!"

"I will not run!"

I stood up and continued to battle the Witch King. He knocked me back and Orcrist was flung from my hand. The Witch King picked me up and held me there.

"You foolish Half-breed! No man or elf can kill me!"

Suddenly I heard a small shout and then I was dropped. I looked over at Merry! He had stabbed the Witch King's leg. As I fell to the ground I felt something snap. I screamed pain and then I saw Eowyn stand. Her Uncle was losing strength, and she was angry beyond imagining.

"Well I am neither! You look upon a woman of Rohan!"

She removed her helmet and shoved her sword into the black hole that was the Witch King's face. Her sword shattered and she stumbled back. The Witch King shrieked and died. My jaw dropped and I looked at Eowyn. She was appalling when she was angry. She helped me up and we both went to Théoden. He would not last much longer.


I re-read this chapter and did not like how it was. Then I read a review and it made me realize it reallly was bad. EOwyn is the slayer of the Witch King and always will be. I wanted to see how it would be if she was not...It was not good at all!