**Chapter 16**

***Legolas' POV***

The orcs had them surrounded in the field. There was no longer any hope of retreat. It was almost reassuring seeing her that last time. It made it more bearable knowing that I was going to die. Knowing that there was no one waiting for me other than my friends who would likely fall this day as well.

"Never thought I'd die fighting side by side with an elf." Gimli's gruff voice stated from his place behind me in the saddle.

As I looked down at him I couldn't help but smile. This was not the way that I had thought my life would turn out. Falling in love with a mortal, travelling across the world in hopes of destroying the evil which had plagued my home for my whole life, or even waiting outside the gates of Mordor itself about to die fighting. But the friendship that had grown between the dwarf and myself was something that I could be proud to have done.

"What about side by side with a friend?" I asked him, a playful tone in my voice.

"Aye, that I could do." A grin broke out on his face but I could hear an undertone of sadness.

"Horses to the middle of the group."Aragorn's voice commanded, causing us all to dismount.

There was a little bit of shuffling from our group as we all settled back into formation. It was a strange sensation, being surrounded by the enemy yet neither party attacking. Anxiety crept through me wondering what the signal would be for the battle to commence. Aragorn looked back at our group, tears were shining in his eyes as he looked between our remaining fellowship.

"For Frodo." His words came out as a whisper, and I thought that if I didn't have my elf hearing that those words may have been lost to me.

Then he turned and charged a battle cry ringing as he took off at a run towards the orcs before him. Merry and Pippin took up the call of "Frodo" as they charged after him, their swords drawn. I pulled my bow out, notching an arrow as I began running with the rest of our army and firing into a near orcs face. It crumpled to the ground and was soon overrun by his comrades as they charged towards us, meeting in a clash of screams of death and metal scraping against metal.

As the battle raged around me, my fingers began to ache from continually firing arrow after arrow. It seemed to be a mass of confusion, everywhere around me people were crying out in pain. Somehow Gimli had remained near me through the mess; he was swinging his axe about taking out orcs by spilling their guts on the field.

I turned and fired an arrow at one of the many trolls that was swinging through the forces, it didn't seem to have a care for which side it assaulted but what caught my eye was that Aragorn was trapped on the ground with his dagger buried in the troll's foot.

I aimed my arrow instead at the eye sockets of the troll managing to bury an arrow deep within its skull that way as Aragorn rolled out from under it before the weight could crush him. I shot a quick grin at him, seeing that he was safe as he pulled his dagger from the troll carcass. I lost sight of him after that, continuing to fight the onslaught of orcs that continued to rush towards me.

A moment of panic struck me when I reached back to grab another arrow from my quiver only to have nothing there. I quickly shoved my bow into the empty quiver, before pulling out my dual daggers. This style of fighting was more tiring than using my bow, so I was beginning to slow in the speed of my attack. I thought I saw one of the hobbits being lifted up by an orc, tossing it over an armoured shoulder. As the orc managed that, one of the fell beasts dropped lower to the ground, clasping the orc and hobbit in one of its talons.

Confusion flooded me for half a second at that action, they already had taken the ring and the hobbit who bore it, so why would they want to kidnap one from the middle of battle. Then realization hit me, it was Deirdre's orders that the hobbits were to be removed from the fight and taken to wherever she had gone to. I wasn't sure if this was simply in regards to the hobbits, but I didn't have time to think about it as more orcs assailed me. I dodged between blades coming from both my sides as I slipped closer to the orc before, driving my blade through it so deep that the point was sticking out the other side. I heard more than saw the next orc attempting to attack me from behind as I swung the dead orc that was attached to my blade around to cover my back.

Black blood spattered my face as the knife of the attacking orc slipped through its comrade's body and dug into my left arm. A growl escaped my throat as I kicked the corpse away from me and launched into a flurry of attacks at the orcs around me.

The cry of a Nazgul in the air nearby made me look up, one was lifting into the air with what appeared from the size to be Gimli. While another pair of claws drove towards me. I tried to duck down to avoid being captured by the fell beast, but my attention had drifted from the orcs around me. I felt the rough hilt of a blade strike into my temple, blood running down the side of my face. Black spots filled my vision as I felt as though I was being lifted from the ground, the swords dropped from my hands and pain pressed into my torso as my ribs were crushed by a fierce grip.

**End Chapter**

I hope you all liked this chapter. I'm sorry it has taken me so long to post it, I was torn between ending the battle quickly and letting Legolas have some bad-ass moments.

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