Please see disclaimers in ch 1.
Chapter 15: Forsaken…
Kaitlyn opened her mouth to ask who was coming, but Legolas had started off into the woods at a jog, bow in hand, long blond hair and gray cape trailing behind him.
Gimli raised his ax toward the sky. "Yes!" He cheered in a deep, gruff voice. "Come on, lassie," he called with a strange twinkle in his eyes, and he started off in the direction that the Elf had gone.
Kaitlyn wondered what they were so cheery about. She started to follow Legolas and Gimli and then froze in place. She suddenly realized that it was not Frodo or Boromir that Legolas had heard. She could hear something now, very far off in the distance. She stilled her breathing and strained her hearing to listen. The faint sound of grunting and growling and heavy feet pounding the earth could be heard. Her throat grew dry and her heart began to race in her chest as she realized what was going on around her.
The enemy was coming after them and there could be a battle.
The sounds in the woods frightened her and she looked in the direction her companions had gone to realize that she couldn't see Legolas and Gimli at all. The deep green foliage of the woods had swallowed up their forms.
Her breath quickened and she started off at a slow jog in the direction they had gone. A few moments later she ran at full speed. She swept past the branches that seemed to reach out for her and keep her from finding her friends. She pushed past the branches, ignoring the fact that they were cutting her face as she went.
"LEGOLAS? GIMLI?" she cried. "Where are you?" She halted and spun in all directions but there was no sign of them. She felt dread creep into her soul when she received no answer. "Please…please, where are you?" she murmured to herself.
She hated to admit it but she was as scared as a child. One who had let go of their parent's hand in the mall or a large department store and was lost amongst the people and displays that were so much larger. It was the terror of feeling abandoned that swept through her. Feeling incredibly alone and frightened, she had to bite her lip to keep from crying.
She called out again, but there was no reply. She leaned back against a nearby tree. She gripped her bow in one hand and rested her other hand on the handle of her sword, which was sheathed in the scabbard on her hip. "I'm not afraid…" she repeated over and over to herself, and wished she could believe that.
Legolas raced under the arched ruins of Amon Hen and fired his Lorien bow with deadly accuracy. The creatures he fired at dropped to the ground, never having stood a chance. The creatures were nearly twice the size the Moria orcs and were much stronger but they were still no match for the Elf warrior.
Aragorn was slashing away at the creatures with vicious strokes. The Uruk-hai, as Lord Celeborn had called them, were not intimidated by the Ranger and they continued to run at him, weapons raised even though their comrades kept falling by the blows delivered from the mortal man.
"Where are they? Let me at 'em!" Gimli cried as he joined his companions. The dwarf dove immediately into action, raising his ax and striking down any Uruk-hai that came into his path.
Legolas continued firing his bow. He noticed that Aragorn was trying to get away and it was no doubt to help Frodo and the hobbits who Legolas had seen descending the hill he and Gimli had been ascending. He fired his bow several times and made a clear path for Aragorn. "Aragorn, go!" he cried out.
Gimli rushed to help and swung his ax with the strength of a mighty warrior.
Aragorn moved quickly out of the way as his companions kept the enemies attention.
Legolas used his Lorien arrows as knives, stabbing the Uruk's and then using the same weapon to fire at another. The Mirkwood Elf was a killing machine. Nothing came close to harming him.
Kaitlyn could hear the sounds of swords clashing to the south and her worst fears were realized. Her friends were fighting for their lives.
"I can't just stand here, trembling like a child. I have to do something," she told herself. "They're orcs. I killed them before I even had any training. I can do this. I can, I really can. Aragorn and…Gandalf believed in me. I can do this," she told herself adamantly.
She took a deep breath and exhaled before she started jogging toward the sounds of the battle. She heard the sound of a branch snapping behind her and turned. When she turned back to look at the path she collided hard with something.
She fell backwards onto the ground and cried out when she saw Frodo. "Frodo! Oh, thank goodness!"
The Hobbit looked startled. His dark curly hair was tangled, his eyes were wide and he was out of breath.
"The enemy is in the woods," he told her. "I need to escape."
"I'll go with you," Kaitlyn smiled. She was incredibly happy to see the Hobbit, having been separated from Legolas and Gimli.
"You cannot. I must do this alone," he told her with urgency. "The others are back in the woods, " he said, nodding in the direction that he had come from. "They need help. Take care of yourself."
Kaitlyn opened her mouth to ask Frodo what the hell was going on but the Hobbit was rushing away down the hill, back toward the shoreline.
"Frodo? Frodo, wait!" She did not receive an answer and watched Frodo disappear into the woods. She gave a hearty sigh. What had he been talking about? She shook her head and then gazed up the hill. The others needed help and she planned to aid them in any way that she could.
When the contact had grown close due to the sheer number of Uruk-hai, Legolas drew his white knives and began to slash away, cutting their throats and midsections with ease. Gimli continued to slam his ax down on any Uruk that grew too close and Aragorn fought with incredible stamina as he slowly made his way down the hill.
More and more Uruk-hai moved in for the attack. Legolas replaced his knives in their holders on his back and began firing arrows. Creature after creature fell to the ground until there was only a handful left where the Fellowship fought. Gimli dealt with two at once while one grabbed Aragorn's neck and was attempting to suffocate him. Legolas fired an arrow into the back of the Uruk that Aragorn struggled with and it fell to the ground making a moaning sound. Gimli swung his ax and silenced the creature by cutting of its head.
All the Uruk-hai in the clearing were dead but there were more running rampant in the woods.
A horn blew a few short deep notes and Legolas' ears perked. "The horn of Gondor," he announced.
But Aragorn had already figured that out. "Boromir," he said breathlessly and he rushed past Legolas, running down the hill toward the sound of the horn.
Aragorn knew that Boromir would not have sounded the horn unless there was great trouble. Perhaps Frodo had not made an escape and Boromir called for reinforcement because he could not fend off so many Uruk-hai. Whatever the case, Aragorn ran down the hill, pushing Uruk-hai out of the way as if there were toys with newfound adrenaline, which flooded the Ranger's body.
Gimli gave a sigh as Aragorn raced on and out of sight. The Dwarf glanced around, his dark colored eyes scanning the dead bodies that littered on the ground and the surrounding woods. Then his eyes fell upon Legolas. "Where is Kaitlyn? I do not see her."
The Elf tensed and glancing around, saw no sign of the mortal woman. "She did not follow us up the hill," he realized with horror. He and Gimli had been so ready for action that they had not checked to see if she had indeed followed. "I assumed that she was behind us."
"As did I," the Dwarf said grimly.
Legolas drew an arrow. A terrible feeling washed over him and dread gripped his heart. "We must find her. Come, Gimli!" The Elf rushed off down the eastern side of the hill.
Gimli raised his ax and followed.
Kaitlyn was still running to find her friends when the enemies found her. She was not expecting such monstrous creatures. They were something out of a demented comic book with their large muscular bodies, mangy long, matted black hair and tattered dark colored clothing. The smell of them was putrid. They reeked of garbage, bad breath and body odor.
It took Kaitlyn several moments to realize they were headed in her direction and if she did not do something they would surely kill her. She fumbled and attempted 4 times to load an arrow onto her bowstring. When she finally had it on the string and fired, it did not go anywhere close to where it should have gone. In fact, not a single arrow that she fired hit its mark. The fact that she was wasting the beautiful arrows that Haldir had given her did not even cross her mind. Her hands were shaking so badly that she couldn't hold the bow still. She couldn't seem to remember anything that Legolas had taught her. It was as if her mind had drawn a blank. She released arrows with two fingers; she didn't set the arrow on the string properly and didn't stand with her feet the right distance apart. Everything she could have done wrong she did.
She reached back toward her quiver to draw another arrow and her fingers swept through empty air.
"No…please no."
She glanced back quickly and realized that she was out of arrows. At the horrible revelation that she would have to fight these creatures hand to hand, she lost her grip on the bow and it slipped to the ground.
The creatures were quickly approaching, growling and running hunched over like overgrown gorillas with their swords raised.
Kaitlyn unsheathed her Elven sword and held it in front of her with two hands. She felt dizzy and numb as the creatures ran toward her. Her heart raced almost painfully in her chest, and she found it hard to breathe properly.
The thought of running away entered her mind too late. Being so frightened made it hard to think straight, and the simplest course of action had escaped her. There was nowhere safe to run or hide. The creatures were everywhere, standing in a wide circle around her.
They taunted her, smiling and laughing. They clawed out at her with their hands. Some raised their weapons to the sky and pounded their chests giving out some kind of victory call. They bared their rotten, crooked yellow teeth and glared with beady dark eyes.
"You are certainly no halfling," one of the creatures said in a deep hoarse voice to Kaitlyn. "Not a halfling at all," he directed to his comrades. "Lurtz may want to have some fun with this one…Though he may be disappointed with her lack of spirit." He stepped forward and smiled, baring his crooked teeth to Kaitlyn. "Mortal women are so easy to break," he taunted.
The others laughed, stomping their feet and raising and lowering their weapons repeatedly.
Kaitlyn's eyes widened when she realized what the creature was talking about. Then her eyes narrowed and she gripped her sword harder, anger momentarily overpowering her fear.
"If anyone tries anything, I'll cut their head off!" she yelled to the enemies around her. "And I'm not just talking about the one between your shoulders!" she finished off. It was probably not the best thing to say but she felt better after she had said it.
The creature who had spoken, stepped closer. He was huge, at least 2 or 3 feet taller than Kaitlyn. Across his chest on his dirty crude armor there was a white handprint. His teeth were sharp like a canine's and his eyes were yellow and black like a cat's.
"Perhaps she does have some spirit after all," he laughed.
Kaitlyn raised her sword and swung it with all her might at the creature who taunted her. Silence fell over the group as they watched their second in command raise his hand and catch the blade easily in his palm.
Kaitlyn was too startled to move and before she knew it, he had ripped the sword out of her hand and had thrown it to the ground nearby.
"Let us see you cut off our heads with no weapon, human filth." The second part of her sentence had made no sense to him, but that didn't matter. He taunted her none the less.
Kaitlyn's eyes grew wide. The creature had taken her sword, she was out of arrows and had dropped her bow and she was surrounded by the enemy who planned to tease her, probably violate her and who knew what else. She shook so badly that her knees started to give in. Her heart pounded so hard in her chest that it nearly drown out the sounds of the creatures around her.
The creatures laughed at her fear-filled expression and the one who had been mocking her stepped even closer. With lightning speed, his huge hand wrapped around Kaitlyn's throat and he slammed her into a tree.
Kaitlyn gagged at the motion and coughed hard. She tried to pry his hands away from her neck and kicked at him, but the monster didn't release her.
"Perhaps we will not give you to Lurtz, little one. Perhaps I will kill you myself. Just for fun," he spat and then laughed.
The group around them laughed along with him.
The creature gripped harder and Kaitlyn struggled to breathe. The harder she fought him the tighter he gripped her throat. She began to feel light-headed and she began to give up all hope. It was over. She was going to die alone in a foreign world without friends or family. Tears streamed down her face as she stared wide-eyed at the creature who would murder her.
The monster tilted his head, and grinned, showing his crooked sharp teeth.
Kaitlyn barely heard the sound of the enemies' laughter over the roar of her pounding heart.
An instant later, the creature shrieked and released Kaitlyn who fell hard onto the ground, coughing and choking.
An arrow was embedded in the creature's face, the sharp tip sticking through one side and the feathered end sticking out the other. He fell over; his body squirming a few moments more before it became still with death.
Kaitlyn lay on her side, continuing to cough and gag. She had no idea what had happened. All she knew was that the world spun around her, her throat hurt terribly and so did her head. She heaved a few times and then spit up blood and saliva onto the leaves beside her. She was vaguely aware of the sounds of yelling, growling and of metal clashing.
And then all was silent, except for her heavy breathing and her loud raspy coughing, which to her, seemed to rival that of thunder from the heavens.
Something grabbed her and she did the only thing she could in her reclining position. With a fearful cry, she kicked out hard, making contact with her foot.
"Oof! Easy. It's just us, lassie," said a familiar deep voice.
Her eyes were clouded with tears, and she couldn't see well, but Kaitlyn recognized the voice. "Gim-li?" she choked.
"Aye, lass."
She bit her lip to keep herself from sobbing. Two gentle hands helped her sit up and she hastily wiped the tears from her eyes with the sleeve of her tunic.
Gimli was sitting on one side of her, rubbing the hand she had kicked and Legolas knelt on one knee directly in front of her. Both warriors wore an expression of utter concern.
Legolas' brows were drawn together and his blue eyes bored into Kaitlyn's green ones. There was an expression of guilt mixed with his concern as well as his relief.
"If we had delayed any longer you would be lost to us," Legolas said solemnly. He slowly reached toward her and tilted her head to the side to examine the Uruk-hai's handy work.
Large red finger and hand marks marred the mortal woman's pale neck. The Elf gently brushed his fingers over them with a feather light touch.
"I feared this," he continued. His voice had become soft. And he had feared this. All along he had feared that it was not safe for her and that something was going to happen. But Aragorn had been confident about her training and even he had let go of his intuitions. His fingers continued their gentle repetitive movements.
Kaitlyn swallowed at the soothing sensation his fingers caused and then winced as the action of swallowing hurt her throat.
Legolas frowned.
"We thought that you were behind us. What happened?" Gimli demanded.
"I.." she croaked and Legolas immediately put a hand on her shoulder.
"Her throat pains her. Do not make her speak," he commanded the Dwarf.
Kaitlyn did not attempt to finish the sentence. Legolas seemed upset and even a little angry. His tone had suddenly become sharp.
Suddenly, the Elf tensed. The muscles along his jaw twitched and his eyes darted left and right as he scanned the woods.
"What is it?" Gimli asked.
"We must help Aragorn and the others. They need us," Legolas replied with urgency in his tone.
"You go, lad. I'll stay a moment with the lassie so that she may gather her strength. We'll catch up."
Legolas nodded and quickly rose to his feet. The fair Elf took a few light steps and then stopped. He turned and looked at Gimli. "Do not let her out of your sight," he ordered. He didn't wait for Gimli's response. The Mirkwood Elf cast a long look at Kaitlyn, almost as if he was burning her image into his mind, before he tore off into the woods.
Kaitlyn watched him go until he had disappeared from sight.
"That was a close call, lass. If his sharp hearing had not picked up the Uruks you could be dead right now."
"Ur-uks?" she tried.
"The foul creatures that tried to kill you. Now do not speak if you need not to. The Elf is in a violent mood and I dare not anger him by allowing you to harm yourself." He shook his head and then nodded toward the dead and bloodied bodies that lay scattered on the leaves of the forest floor.
Kaitlyn felt too numb to nod as her eyes scanned the lifeless bodies. Some Uruk's had their limbs cut off. Others had arrows driven through their flesh.
Her eyes finally settled on the Uruk that had been teasing her. The one who had attempted to kill her. She inhaled loudly when she saw him. He had been mutilated far worse than any of the others. His head had been severed and it lay several yards away from his body, lying in a pool of dark blood. An arrow had been driven through his face and he had died with an expression of complete and agonizing pain.
Kaitlyn tore her eyes away. The gruesome sight made bile rise in her throat.
"Who…who did that?" she managed to ask after a few moments.
Gimli's eyes widened. "Ye are not supposed to be talking! The Elf will have my head, just as he had that fella's. "
"Leg-Legolas did this?" she asked slowly. Her eyes grew wide.
"Aye, that be his work." Gimli sighed. "I've been traveling with him for months and I have never seen him kill to such an extent before. That creature he was particularly brutal with. Shot an arrow through its face when it tried to kill you. Apparently that wasn't good enough. After all the other Uruk's were dead, and that one had been dead for several minutes, Legolas went back and removed its head with his knives."
The Dwarf looked at Kaitlyn and rested on his ax. "If you want my honest opinion, I believe the lad was taking his guilt out on the enemy. The Elves, they feel emotions much stronger than we do, though they usually conceal them well. Sorrow and emotional pain can cripple them. I think the lad let his emotions get the better of him."
"I didn't…know that… about Elves," Kaitlyn told him.
"Now you do. But I sympathize with him for I feel guilty as well. We did not realize that we had left you behind. I am sorry, lassie."
Kaitlyn nodded slowly.
Gimli looked at the Uruk and gave a sigh. "Let us gather your weapons and help the others. We have delayed long enough." The Dwarf had risen to his feet and was already collecting her arrows from the ground.
Kaitlyn didn't move from where she sat. Her thoughts whirled through her mind. The fact that she nearly died lingered in her mind like the raunchy stench of the dead creatures. But it was another thought that tortured and worried her.
"Wh- where are..the..others?" she managed to choke out.
Gimli grunted. "No more talking! You have done far too much already."
"I-I'm okay," she reassured him
The Dwarf sighed. She was going to talk if she wanted to and nothing he would say was going to stop her. Gimli was holding a handful of her arrows as well as her bow and sword which he had collected from the ground. He leaned forward and put the arrows into the quiver on her back. Instead of offering her the sword or bow, he offered his hand to her.
Kaitlyn looked at it for a moment and then took it, placing her long thin fingers into his short stubby ones.
Gimli helped her to her feet and gently squeezed her hand before releasing it. He sheathed her sword and helped her fasten the bow to her quiver.
"Thank you, Gimli…I…I would have been…upset if I lost those."
"Come."
She was shaking worse than a leaf in a strong morning breeze. Gimli helped to steady her and he offered himself to her for support. She accepted and leaned against him. He was much shorter than she was, but he was strong and sturdy.
"Where are-" she started to croak out, but Gimli interrupted.
"I know as much as you, lass. Let us follow in the footsteps of that ignorant Elf and hope they lead to Aragorn, Boromir and the hobbits." Gimli urged gently.
Gimli started forward but Kaitlyn didn't move. "Legolas doesn't…leave…footprints," she told the Dwarf.
"Ye know what I mean," he grumbled and she gave a short laugh.
The sound of it was foreign but it made Gimli smile. "Come on then."
She nodded slowly and followed after him on unsteady legs.
A silence had descended over the woods as Kaitlyn and Gimli walked. The woman was moving on her own now, having found the strength to travel.
Gimli felt uneasiness sweep over him like dark ominous clouds. "Come, let us move faster, young lassie. A bad feeling has settled within me."
Kaitlyn felt it herself. It was too quiet and something felt wrong. She followed Gimli as he began to jog slowly, his armor clanging as he went. She stayed close to him, afraid they were going to be ambushed or worse.
She and Gimli moved into a small clearing. Kaitlyn glanced around seeing more dead Uruk bodies as well as old statues of men in robes and one on horseback, but none of her companions. But then she saw Legolas. The Elf was standing still, bow in hand with his head tilted to one side. He turned slowly as she and Gimli stepped up behind him.
Kaitlyn halted when she saw the look of anguish on Legolas' face. His pain was so strong she swore that she could feel it in the air around her. He looked weary for the first time since she had known him, his usually perfect hair was messy and a dark smudge of dirt was on his brow.
"What…is….it?" she croaked.
Legolas frowned when she spoke, but nodded in one direction. Kaitlyn followed his gaze. She gasped, covering her mouth with her hands.
Not more than 40 yards away were Aragorn and Boromir. The Ranger was on his hands and knees, looming over Boromir who lay flat on his back on the ground with three arrows sticking up from his chest and midsection.
She shook her head. "No…no…" She whispered in a hoarse voice. Boromir couldn't be dead. While she and Boromir had not gotten along well, she had never wished death upon him.
As her eyes focused on the Ranger who was stroking the side of Boromir's face, she realized that the Boromir was still alive. Her own trauma was forgotten as she watched Aragorn and Boromir. The two men were conversing softly. Boromir was struggling to speak, his chest heaving as he tried to find his words. He was pale, and appeared sweaty, his breathing was labored. Death was taking him away from the living world.
Aragorn helped Boromir find his sword and Boromir placed it across his chest. He spoke a few words to Aragorn and then Boromir drew his last breath before his body became still forever.
Kaitlyn's hand remained clamped over her mouth. Tears clouded her eyes and a few streamed from her eyes and wet the hand and fingers on her face.
Aragorn kissed Boromir's forehead and then whispered something to him that none, including Legolas could hear.
Legolas and Gimli lowered their heads. Aragorn got to his feet and looked at Boromir.
"They will look for his coming from the White Tower. But he will not return." Aragorn said aloud. The Ranger raised his head, glancing up toward the sky. Tears streamed down his face.
"Where are the hobbits?" Gimli asked softly.
It was a question that Kaitlyn herself wanted to know. Frodo was out in the woods, she had seen him, but where was Merry, Pippin and Sam?
"I do not know where Sam is. Merry and Pippin were taken by the Uruk-hai," Aragorn admitted softly. "Boromir died trying to save them."
"No! We have to do something!" Kaitlyn cried out. Those horrible monsters had taken her friends.
"First we must bury Boromir. We cannot leave him like this," Aragorn said.
"How are we supposed to do that?" Kaitlyn asked, her voice shaking. "We don't have shovels! Are we going to dig with our bare hands?" Tears were streaming down her face.
"We will place him into one of the boats and let the Anduin carry him away. It is all that we can do for him. Gather the weapons of the enemies he has killed and be sure to bring his sword."
Kaitlyn did not answer. Her head was lowered and she was gazing at all the death around her.
"Did you not hear? We must bury Boromir and be off," Aragorn told her.
She looked up into the Ranger's face slowly. He was covered in sweat, blood stained his face and clothes and dirt marred his handsome features. He was shaken and she could see it. His eyes were full of sorrow and guilt. She had never seen him so upset before. Even when Gandalf had died he had been calm and collected.
It was not so easy to bury the loss of yet another.
"I…I don't know if I…if I can, Aragorn," she croaked.
"If you can do what?" he asked gently. He stepped toward her and stopped a few feet in front of her.
"Go on like… this. How many more… people are going to… die because of that stupid ring?" Tears shone in her green eyes.
"If we all die but the ring is destroyed then we have saved the future for all those who remain."
"And what if we don't destroy the ring?" she reasoned. "We've already lost Gandalf. Merry and Pippin were taken and who the hell knows if they're still alive. Boromir is …dead," she choked gazing at Boromir's pale and lifeless body. "We don't know where Sam is and Frodo was retreating into the woods last time I saw him."
When Kaitlyn looked at Aragorn again she was crying, the tears streaming endlessly down her cheeks. Without warning, she stepped forward and grabbed onto the front of his shirt and cloak. She shook him hard. "What if you're going to be next? Or Gimli? Or…Legolas?"
Visions of her companions dead filled her mind. Gimli lying slaughtered among the enemies, Aragorn who was always in charge of everything, tortured and dragged away, killed mercilessly. Kaitlyn glanced quickly at Legolas, a vision of him lying on his stomach in dark colored mud with arrows sticking up from his back made her lose it completely. The dam broke and her tears fell at will. She lowered her face into her hands and sobs wracked her body. She had begun to care for these men beyond mere friendship. They were her family now and she needed them.
Aragorn pulled her close to him, wrapping his arms tightly around and he let her cry on his shoulder. He closed his eyes as he drew her near, and a few tears fell from his own eyes. They were all sacrificing for this quest. Each time someone was lost, it made it crystal clear to those who remained.
Aragorn felt a hand on his other shoulder and looked to see that Legolas was standing beside him and Kaitlyn. The Elf looked anguished. Aragorn could feel the loss radiating from him. Boromir's death had hit him hard as well. And Gimli was not unaffected. The Dwarf's head was lowered, his eyes cast to the ground, and his shoulders were slumped.
Aragorn ran his hands through Kaitlyn's dark, tangled ponytail. One hand made it's way to her back and he made slow circles to calm her. "We must go, Kaitlyn," he whispered into her ear.
The young woman forced herself to stop crying and she detached herself from Aragorn, stepping back with a sniffle and began wiping her eyes onto the sleeve of her tunic.
Legolas stood beside her, his head tilted, his eyes shining with concern.
"Let us carry Boromir to the shore and give him a decent burial."
Kaitlyn stumbled as she walked with the three men toward Boromir's body. The nearer she grew, the harder it was to keep from crying.
She lost the battle and as the men lifted Boromir's body and the tears began to stream down her cheeks. She carried his sword as well as the weapons of his enemies, but would not look at his body as she walked. Her eyes were drawn to the ground. It was the only thing she could do to keep from crying like a child again.
With heavy hearts Aragorn, Gimli, Legolas and Kaitlyn brought their dead comrade toward the shore where the Anduin and the Falls of Rauros waited.
To be continued….
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