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(Week or more later)
Ivoriel believed herself to be recovering from the heartache. But it would appear not. She had only grown used to the pain her being passed off. Her soul ached and she had no idea why.
Her parents had returned, she felt little joy upon their arrival but at least she felt something. She lost all hope, all feeling. Malenor and Aewenel became increasingly concerned about their daughter but they were afraid they already knew what was happening. She had begun to fade. They could not help her. It was her choice and hers alone. Thranduil had not come to her. But little was she aware of the king has prepared for battle. He could not see her even if he wanted. She would see him before her time came to an end.
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The soldiers of the Woodland realm would march at nightfall. Elves bade solemn farewells to their friends and family. Ivoriel had been told - no ordered to stay behind but she would not. She would not waste away in vain! She made her silent goodbyes, she blended perfectly with the other guards. As they were clad in the same Greenwood colours and heavy armour. Her family would not know that she was gone until it was too late.
Thranduil made himself ready to leave. He looked for her but he could not see Ivoriel. Though she was right under his nose. He found himself disappointed. He unconsciously rubbed his aching chest. In the absence of his wine he could feel it more acutely than usual to the point of painful. The Elves slowly line up, leaving their families in their wake.
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Ivoriel could see Thranduil on his great elk in the distance as his army of elves march on to their potential demise. Some sang softly to the trees in their passing, though they never broke formation.
Ivoriel thought as she sung. She had no second thoughts of what she was doing. She deserved this for being so foolish. For loving something so impossible. But all elves loved. She thought she could never feel the same as she had with Thranduil. It ruined her. Ivoriel felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned to find Gwaenor looking at her suspiciously.
"It is you! Ivoriel! What do you think you are doing here?" Gwaenor asked angrily. He moved in behind her.
"The same reason you are." She responded, squeezing his hand gently. He slightly relaxed automatically.
"I will not be responsible if you die. I could not bear it." He said, watching her carefully. The thought of losing his sister was painful, but he knew he could not sway her, judging by the look in her eyes.
"Let this be the last day that we shall die!" Gwaenor said quietly clasping her hand in his gloved one. He would silently mourn that Ivoriel would have to witness any more bloodshed.
His thoughts drifted away until finally realising that it was too late for her to turn back, he meant his words to be encouraging. But Ivoriel did not intend to survive this war. She would fight to her immediate death. She would spend her last breath defending them from the festering evil that fought to spread like a sickness.
How an immortals life could last forever yet tarnish in death within the blink of an eye.
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A mortal man approached the army of elves from a ruin that was once a beautiful building of Dale. His appearance was dirty and ill kept. His dark hair was messily tied back. The elves could see the surprise that so easily crossed his face in the bright morning light. Even the slight flash of annoyance did not go unnoticed, though it did not seem to be directed at any of them.
The man walked with purpose yet slight hesitation and caution as he approached the elves, whom within a few small movements they elegantly moved aside for him to walk through down the path towards their king.
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Ivoriel and Gwaenor never lingered far from each other even on the eve of battle. Even as they stood at the gates of Erebor and on the grassy field before the great mountain, they stayed together. But her departure to the Halls of Mandos was inevitable.
The army of elves were very patient as they waited for any success in negotiation with the mad king and Thranduil. Perhaps not but the day grew late. The birds of Yore flew over Erebor. The sight was enchanting to Ivoriel, the graceful flight and landing was not easily perceived by human eyes. The men of Lake Town obviously could not see this they were to focus on the proceeding of the stubborn dwarves that barricaded themselves within the mountain. The treasure it held blinded Thorin son of Thrain from all reason.
But it was not long before a horn of sorts sounded behind the great mound of a hill to the far right. It was no orc horn. It was dwarven. The deepness of its tune easily distinguishable. The gathered elves, men and insufferable few dwarves looked towards the sound. Moments later an entire army of dwarves appeared at the very top. Their marching echoing across the land. There lances stood strong and confident. The dwarves in the mountain could be heard cheering merrily at the sight.
Orders were given and the elves of Greenwood repositioned themselves defensively and advanced to meet Dain Ironfoot lord of the Iron Hills, whom arrived on his great Boar with nothing but ill words towards Thranduil, king of the woodland realm. This angered the elves greatly.
Gandalf, the wizard attempted to reason with Dain as elves moved into formation for battle but Gandalf was interrupted by the breaking of the earth. The noise of breaking rock and terrain was deafening. Were-worms.
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An awful rattle of an orc's voice pierced the still air. Azog. An army of Orcs came forth, the dwarves charged to defend the mountain. But no such order was given to the elves. 'Will we stand and do nothing?' Ivoriel thought. Only at the last moment did they participate.
Ivoriel and Gwaenor eagerly jumped over the positioned dwarves hacking and slashing at the enemy as they went.
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(Fast forwarding a little – fight in Dale (after Thranduil's confrontation with Tauriel)
Ivoriel lashed out with her sword with a savageness that surprised even her to some extent. The graceful arc of her blade cut through her enemy like butter and hard, stale bread. It's sickening blood spurting and decorating the ground as she passed. It gave her grim satisfaction. Her armour had become sleek with blood, a little of her own too. Gwaenor had moved out of her line of sight. She hoped he was ok.
Thranduil's heart ached terribly to an almost unbearable point. It felt as if one of these vile abominations had driven their harshly crafted swords through his chest. Right through his heart. He came around a corner ending another Orc's miserable existence with a blow of his sword arm. The pain lessened the further he got in that direction. He knew she was here amongst the fear and death. She was here.
He continued until he found a fighter engaged with a lone orc. The others fallen and strewn across the icy surface of the cobblestones. He was so accustomed to the body shape of the figure only yards from him. He had often admired her beauty, as he was doing now. Her knife slashed across the orc's throat. And in that instant Thranduil caught her by the arm and pushed her, almost throwing her into the wall. An overgrown underbrush hid them partially from sight. Mixed emotions floated in his eyes. Anger, hurt, love all swirled and collided against each other. At first she fought until realising who it was that grabbed her. The sight of him made her freeze.
"Ivoriel." He breathed.
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A great Mountain troll had shown particular interest in Gwaenor as it threw him against the ancient building walls of Dale. It knocked the breath from him. A sadistic glint gleamed in the depths of its dull murky eyes. It took pleasure at the pain it caused its enemy.
He closed his eyes thinking of Estennil, being too wounded to fight back as the troll lifted its spiked club over its head to finish him off…
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