Legolas's point of view
After the battle had at last ended and the sound of death and despair has silenced, I walk aimlessly between the carcasses. Our side has won, but we has also lost many noble warriors. At the moment, I'm searching for one brave warrior in particular.
,,Neuma?!" My voice is high with worry. ,,Neuma?!" I know I sound more frantic now. Gimli looks up at the sound of my yelling and also calls for Neuma. Nowhere we look can we find the body of the ranger and we exchange confused frowns. I see King Théoden also watching around the area in search of our friend. I hurry towards the edge of the cliff, looking for any sign of the ranger. If something happens to Neuma, I will never forgive myself. I promised Lostariel to be at her side, always. Just as I search for clues on the stones, a gurgling laugh is heard nearby and Gimli runs over to the orc who makes the foul sound. Deep into the creatures chest is Neuma's dagger plunged. The dwarf roughly pulls the orc from the ground and growls.
,,Tell me what happened to her and I might ease your passing!" The creature laughs as dark blood trickles down its chin. Between straggling breaths, it manages to speak.
,,She... has departed this world. She took a little tumble off the cliff." I grab the orc from Gimli.
,,You lie." The orc smirks one final time before it does in my arms. I unceremoniously drops the creature back to the ground as my mind reels. I cannot believe it, but then my eyes are drawn to something white and blue in the orc's hand. With a sad breath I open the hand and remove the moonstone necklace. Neuma will not willingly have given up her most precious belonging. Gimli gasps at the sight of the elvish gem. I exchange a mournful look with Gimli and hurry over to the end of the cliff where Théoden already stands and gazes over the edge. Far, far below runs a mighty, thunderous river that cuts between sharp mountains. Even if she has fallen, the river will have brought her far away. There is no sign of her. I feel my heart fall with the thought of having lost my friend. Beside me Gimli falls to his knees on the rock as he silently gazes down. Théoden finally turns and calls to his soldiers.
,,Get the wounded on horses. We must hurry to Helms Deep, Saruman's wargs could return and we have not time to spare here." After a brief pause, he adds: ,,Leave the dead." I whip my head in Théoden's direction as Gimli shoots up from the ground, thunder in his eyes.
,,We cannot leave her." Gimli protests and tears shines in his eyes. The king looks sorrowfully at us before placing a comforting hand on my shoulder.
,,I am sorry for your loss. I share your pain. But if we want to save my people, we cannot linger here. I wish there was another choice, but I see none. Come." Théoden says, glances one last time at the edge and then walks off. Gimli and I stand atop the cliff and gaze down at the river. No words passes between us for our sorrow is too great. Gimli brushes away a tear that slides down his face before he turns from the river. I remain and look down at the moonstone necklace in my hand. My heart reaches out to Lostariel. Then I turn away from the edge, knowing there is nothing I can do for Neuma now.
Lostariel's / Chloe's point of view
After Beca made me leave weeks ago, I'm fully healed and still in Rivendell. My mind has been with Beca all this time, visiting her in her dreams, but it's nothing compared to have her by my side. Have her holding me close against her body, kissing me passionately and just loving each other. I truly miss her and being away from her has made my choice even clearer. Lord Elrond has been at my side this whole time while my father is back in Mirkwood, fighting off Sauron's treat there. Darkness is falling more over Middle-Earth but I refuse to give up hope.
Suddenly I feel a shill run up my spine. Something calls to me in my mind and I close my eyes tight as I try to sense what is wrong. Even though my eyes are closed I can still see things clearly before my inner eye. In front of me, I see a mighty, blue river running between high cliffs on either side. I see a figure bob up and down in the water, face down, and recognize the woman right away. Gently, I steer her towards land. The waters washes her up against a stony beach. There, at last, my bruised and battered beloved is safe. She remains still upon the hard surface. My spirit hurries closer to her barely breathing body. With every strength I can master I use my elven powers to breathe life back into her. Slowly, I lean down over her and press a tender kiss to her wet lips. May the grace of the Valar protect you and keep you safe, I sent her through my thoughts. I have done everything I could now for Beca and feel my spirit being tugged back. I look down and see Beca slowly cracking her eyes open. Our gaze meet for a second across the abyss of time and space that separated us. I smile down at her, then the sight fades away from me. I open my eyes and find myself back at Rivendell.
,,Trouble?" Elrond comes to sit next to me and I just nod, feeling a little weak. ,,The strength of your mother's necklace is failing." He tells me seriously and I know what's coming. ,,Lostariel, tollen i lû ( it is time ). I chair gwannar na Valannor. Si bado, no círar ( The ships are leaving for Valinor. Go now, before it is too late )." I know there is no discussion anymore and that I have to make this decision, so I just nod while following lord Elrond to the other Elves leaving. I get in line and then follow my kin to the haven. Luckily the pace isn't quick, because in Middle-Earth memories with Beca overrule and in the Undying Lands, I no longer have any memory of her.