Chapter XVI

Eruanna now felt courage as she never felt it. But she felt also fear never experienced by her before by her. Her feet seemed to fly over the ground. Her sword felt as light as a feather. Her coat of mail seemed to be a light dress. She ran and ran. The orcs were now so near. But still the time felt like an eternity. She was almost in a swoon. She felt no ground under her. She felt nothing at all.

They met the orcs. Her sword came down and cleaved the orc's iron shoe. He fell and Eruanna stabbed it in the belly. With the up stroke she cut the leg off of another. She did it all by instinct.

Aragorn wielded the ancient sword Anduril with the skill of a king. It flamed and sent orcs flying into the air dead. It stabbed one and it seemed to burn as it fell. It sent the orcs running from the king. Anduril flamed and charged after them cutting down the orc chiefs in it's way. It flamed and again killed many.

The armies of Middle-Earth fought bravely but were soon surrounded.

They fought with the fire that only men and hobbits experience. Orcs and men swarmed together, in a clash of swords, blood, sweat and pain. On a certain place in Osgiliath where a battle was also going on, a certain man of Dale was leading his men in a charge. A man, with dark, black hair and brown eyes. Brown eyes that held fire and flame within them. The man was dressed all in dark blue, with a dark brown leather jerkin. The jerkin was embossed upon the chest with what seemed to be the sun, burning down upon orcish foes. A copper circlet was around this man’s brow.This man was Dramorion, son of Bellthandien, and he had come to help. His warrior’s eyes took in the situation immediately. Drawing his sword, he ran toward the fray, crying out, “Lachamarth for Dale!” Some of the orcs, standing directly in his path, barely had time to register what he was saying before his blade, Lachamarth, chopped through their necks. Twisting as he rocketed into their defenses, Dramorion avoided the enemies’ spears and crude blades. Dramorion fought with a burning heart. He still remembered his home in Dale, and how he had returned from hunting with his father to find it burned to the ground, his mother, sister, and two little brothers dead. He still remembered them. And each orc that fell beneath his blade satiated his desire for revenge against the foul creatures who would take the life of a ten-year-old girl and seven year old twins. And as the face of his mother came into his mind, his anger overwhelmed him. With a cry of rage, he blindly punched an orc in the face, shattering its jaw. His hand throbbed with pain from the impact. Smashing his sword against the side of another’s head, he brought his blade around in a whistling arc and skewered another orc. Suddenly he felt his blade grabbed. A uruk, too beserk to notice the sword’s sharp edges biting into his hand, yanked it, flipping Dramorion onto his back. With a snarl of cruelty, the uruk kicked Dramorion in the face. Dramorion whipped out his dagger and flung it toward the Uruk’s face as it stood above him, leering. With a cry of dumb surprise, the Uruk fell back, pinned through the eye. Dramorion leaped up and scrambled for his sword. An orc backed over his prostrate form and toppled with a shriek. Dramorion shook the blood from his eyes and saw a man above him, holding off the enemy. Quickly recovering himself, Dramorion stood back to back with him.“My thanks. Who are you?” Dramorion grated above the noise, while at the same time kicking and orc in the stomach.“Merianor, leader of the Ithilien Rangers here, and you?” the other man replied through clenched teeth, flipping an orc around and stabbing it in the back.“Dramorion, leader of sixty-seven men of Dale here.” Dramorion hacked off an orc’s legs and then its head. “Where is Prince Legolas? I have news for him and…” here he was interrupted by another uruk, who grabbed his arm and pushed upwards, at the same time bringing its teeth towards his throat. Merianor turned and, noticing Dramorion’s peril, bashed the Uruk in the stomach with a Southron shield he had picked up. The Uruk fell back with a wheeze while Dramorion finished him off. “…and it is most urgent.” He finished. Eruaphadion shrugged, all the while slicing defensively through the enemy. "Well, unfourtunately, there is news that he was slain for he never came to fight with his men." Dramorion grabbed Merianor by the shoulder and jerked him back wards as a warg, riderless, pounced just before him. Merianor quickly recovered and slashed the warg across the face with his sword. As the warg opened its mouth to roar in defiance, Merianor speared it in the mouth with his blade. Dramorion grinned, the blood from his forehead drying onto his cheek, and a black bruise on his chin. Come, friend. For Dale! Ithilien! And Middle Earth!” he saluted Eruaphadion with his sword. Eruaphadion returned the salute solemnly. “For Middle Earth.” Together, they charged towards the center.

Aragorn cut more and more down but to no avail. The orcs kept surrounding them. Fifteen the call Elendil was shouted, Fifteen times he rallied the men and gave them courage, Fifteen times Anduril flamed in a desperate attack. But to no avail. He knew what their doom was to be but continued to fight to the end. He was determined to fight through it all.

He ran a sword through an orc, pulled it out, pushed the orc onto another, and stabbed the blade through both. He pulled his knife from his sheath and stabbed another in the belly. He threw it to the ground and cut ones head off. An orc raised it's sword to cleave Aragorn's head but the king used the sword to cut at him.

Eruanna was on the far end of the battle field. She was one of the few who had made it all of the way the circle of orcs. Suddenly a horse rode out to her and she mounted. She rode with great speed to find out how Osgiliath fared. She rode with great speed over boddies of Orcs. She then came to the city. She looked in and saw Dramorion and Merianor fighting side by side.

She rode into the city and began to fight the orcs. The orcs were large and were quickly advancing. Dramorion ran a sword through an orc and then looked for more. The orcs were now almost all killed inside the great city. For the men had fought hard and the orcs were mostly killed.

Dramorion walked to Eruanna.

"You are a hobbit aren't you?" Said Dramorion.

"I am." replied Eruanna.

"I always wanted to meet one of your people. We in Dale know of one hobbit in particular who we all admire. His name was Bilbo Baggins."

"That's funny. He is my second cousin!"

The man grasped her arm and looked into her face. "This is a surprise."

"There is no time to waste! The battle looks as if it is going poorly! We must go to there aid!" said Merianor who had come up suddenly. Eruanna nodded and they turned to go. She suddenly saw on the hill a figure suddenly come up with the sunrise. He rode a horse and the sun seemed to shine on him. Dramorion looked up with his men in shock. Legolas looked down on the orcs with determination.

"Elves! Dwarves! Men of Rohan!" said the prince of the elves, "Attack!" And he said to himself, "The last fight of the elves!"

Legolas raised his sword and the men charged.

Legolas and the Lorien elves ran before the others and lined the orc's front lines. as the orcs tried to form a wall of pikes. The orcs looked at the wall and charged at it. They were instantly cut down. The elves suddenly parted and the Rohirrim passed through. Then the other elves and dwarves passed throught and Legolas went with them. Legolas swung his sword aound in circles and cut down all orcs in his path. The dwarves were using there axes on the trolls and the men ran over the orcs two by two. It was as in the golden days of Gil-Galad. Legolas, the king of both the kingdoms of wood elves was fighting against his enemies leading the armies of Middle-Earth.

Aranel was riding over the battlefield with a troll charging strait for her. It was a new breed. It was nine feet tall and was carrying a troll sword.

It raised it high and then it came down. Aranel rode in between the legs and saw an orc. She grabbed his sword and wrested it out of his hands. She then rode between the legs of the troll again. She jumped off her horse and landed on her feet on the floor. She took the short pointed orc sword and threw it into the chest of the troll. The troll fell dead at her feet.

Nibenon was on foot running through the lines of the orcs. He was using a long sword and killed all orcs in his path. Two orcs would approach him and he would take the long sword and cut their heads off and then would whirl around and cut the leg off of another. He fought better than any of the men of Rohan and Gondor. (Other than King Aragorn)

Eruaphadion stood on a hill with a bow in his hands and 35 arrows in his elvish quiver. Sticking out of the ground next to him sat his sword. He would put an arrow on the string, draw back the bow and shoot down the bigger of the orcs. Then when any orc spotted him he would pull the sword out of the ground and run it throught the orc like a knife through butter. He would then repeat the whole procedure.

When Legolas had charged, Eruanna and her men had also charged. They clashed against the great orcs and cut them down. It was indeed as in the days of Gil-Galad. The orcs were being cut down armies at a time. They were no match for Middle-Earth. Hope was now in the hearts of the free peoples of Middle-Earth. But suddenly, a dragon landed in the middle of the battle field. Mordorias had come. He dismounted carrying a sword and an axe with three blades crowning the top of it. He approached the armies and with one swing of his mighty axe he cast down six men. Many men and elves fell in that moment.

Mordorias slowly made his way down. He would slash men here, then elves there. None could withstand the mighty axe. Their was no hope. Man after man, elf after elf, dwarf after dwarf, hobbit after hobbit tried charged at him but was cut down. He then came to Legolas and Eruanna standing side by side. He drew back his axe and brought it down. Legolas ducked and jumped to the other side. Eruanna dived at the mail and tried to pierce it. The mail turned the sword and Eruanna fell to the ground. Mordorias raised his sword to strike but at that moment an arrow flew into his mail. He stood stunned but did not die. He then prepared to use his last blow to kill the ring bearer, Eruanna. Eruaphadion dropped the bow with which he had shot him with and dived at Mordorias with his sword.

"You'll not touch her!" he called as he dived Mordorias. He landed on him and the sword ran through a weak spot in the chain mail. Mordorias instead brought the sword in and stabbed Eruaphdion.

A waveshock suddenly went out and all the people fell on their faces. The orcs suddenly rose and fled. The people also rose up and began to cheer as the orcs ran. Nibenon, Aranel, and Eowyn ran out in front and called out,

"Persue them! Persue them free peoples of Middle-Earth." The armies rose up and charged after them.

The only people left on the field was Lagolas and Yaviel kneeling by the body of Eruaphadion saying, "Hiro hyn hîdh ab 'wanath.(May he find peace after death)" Euanna who was crying by him and Aragorn crying over the body of his son. Eruaphadion was breathing hard.

"Ada (Father)!" Said Eruaphadion in elvish, "I have not failed you."

"No." Replied Aragorn with a tear.

Eruaphadion looked at Legolas and said, "Legolas son of Haldir, heir to the throne of Lothlorien and Mirkwood, the king of Rivendell has fallen. I am the heir to the throne of Rivendell for I am the son of Aragorn and Arwen. I give the throne to you, my good friend." Legolas bowed with a tear. Eruphadion then looked towards the weeping Eruanna.

"Eruanna..." he said wiping a tear from her face. "You made it. And you have given the ring to their irhgtful owner, Legolas. Goodbye little friend." And saying this he hugged her and a man who's bravery ranks along side Frodo Baggins, Samwise Gamgee, and all the other bravest men that Middle-Earth has ever known, died.

~IT WAS FINISHED~

Written by Legolas: Danny and Tolkienfanatic

To be continued...

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Chapter XV

Eruanna dismounted as she reached Minas Tirith, the White City of Gondor. She entered and began to climb the stairs with three rings in her hand. Miluiel followed her with many guards behind her. Eruanna strode up the stairs with all the people admiring her courage. She heard the voice of her father as she climbed. She was clad in armor and carried a sword in her left hand. She finally reached a tall white door.

The guard swung open the door and there in front of her sat King Aragorn and the seat of the Steward empty. She strode forth. Eruanna's father's old friend, Strider, stood and looked upon the rings. He walked to the bottom of the steps. He drew forth Narsil, sword of the kings, Anduril, sword reforged. He held it high and said, "I knew of when the rings would come. Behold, I call my people. To arm men of the west!" All the guards ran out of the room and Eruanna could hear the sound of trumpets and horns. Aragorn went and knelt before Eruanna. "Whether I go to victory or my death, I will follow you to war."

The troops were running too and fro gathering armour, helmets, swords, shields, bows, arrows, maces, spears, chain-maces, mallets, axes, torches, the few horses that were there, and any other items that could hit, stab, cut, and any other damage. They were being marshaled by the small hobbit Eruanna. She could not lead the troops, she gave that job to Aragorn, but she could be at least a shieldmaiden of Gondor and be second in command.

She ran to the top of the tower when all the troops were prepared and looked down on the army of Gondor. She looked to her surprise, bewilderment, and horror on only five thousand troops at the least who would fight against the eighty million soldier army of Mordorias. She then heard soldiers fighting. She ran to the other side of the white tower and beheld Beregond and his men fighting about fifty orcs.

They were doing wonderfully. Beregond led his men bravely and broke the charge of the orcs. All fifty lay dead at the feet of the guards of Gondor. She thought to herself, "We had news that there was no orc left in Middle-earth but all had fled to Mordor, but, here we have many orcs which look different from the others, they looked vaguely familiar though." She thought hard but couldn't figure it out. Then she heard the cries of people. They were not men, elves, dwarves, orcs, or any other creatures like that. She then saw them. Hobbits!

They were calling, "And don't come back to the Shire again!" Eruanna then noticed a very, very , familiar face. Peregrine Took ran down the hill greeting the men he loved. He then saw a familiar face. Beregond lifted the hobbit and cried, "I thought I'd lost you forever!" Pippin hugged him and laughed loudly.

Eruanna came running down the stairs and came out of the tower calling, "Daddy! Daaaaadyyyy!" She ran to him and hugged him tightly. Pippin hugged her back. Eruanna began to shed greater tears than that of all the water of the seas. They were together again.

Then came a great horn. It was that of the horn of Aragorn. Pippin heard it and reacted immediately. He ran to the front of Minas Tirith leading his hobbits. Aragorn saw him standing with Merry and Sam. He ran to them and they all hugged. But the storm was yet to come. Aragorn looked towars Mordor and in front of him stood a black line. The orcs were coming. He drew Anduril and rode to the front of his troops. He blew another horn calling all that would aid him. There over the mountains behind came Halberad and the army of Rangers. They came and joined the soldiers. Aragorn then blew another horn and the eagles suddenly swooped down.

Archers mounted them and made ready to fight. No more were left in Middle Earth save one army.

Eruanna looked around for Legolas but could see no one. Aragorn raised his sword to signal the troops to move but was stopped by a hobbit. Eruanna said in a begging tone, "Legolas will come. Be patient." Aragorn put his sword back in it's sheath and waited. After half an hour, They still waited. They could finally see the figures of the orcs. Aragorn rode over o Eruanna and said, "We can wait no longer." Eruanna thought to herself, "Legolas has failed.....how?......He said he would be here." She fell into sadness and finally realized the doom of Middle Earth. She felt as if she would run away.

Aragorn stepped forwad and d rew his sword. He looked back and the eagles flew with the archers firing their arrows. They shot down few for soon the archers were shot down and the remainders flew back to the Gondorians. Aragorn drew his sword and looked back at the cowed soldiers behind him. He took a deep breath and rode to the left edge of the army. He turned back and said,

"Men of Gondor, Eagles from the decent of Thorondor, Rangers of Arnor in the north, Hobbits of the Shire, al other people helping us. I see in your eye the same dreams, hopes, loves, desires. but what more can be desirable than the glory of being in a peaceful world. I look forward and I see eighty thousand black soldiers, I look back and I see seven thousand men, brave willing to fight, courageous, I look forward again and I see eighty thousand black nights fallen in defeat." The guards began calling out the name of Aragorn and Ellasar. Aragorn raised his sword again. He called out, "For Middle Earth!"Eruanna could feel the cool wind blowing on her face. She could see the shire. She then threw the chance to leave the shire and suddenly ran in front of Aragorn and charged. The army then charged as did the orcs. Her fathers face was shining with pride because of his daughter.

~So It Began~

The war is to be continued....
Written by Legolas: Danny

Chapter XIV

The army began the march to Gondor. Legolas rode in the front with Yaviel on his right. On his left rode Eowyn who would always be grateful that he was leading the elves and dwarves to help her late husband's country and the country of King Aragorn. Legolas looked forward on the road. He had left his home. He rode now to the aid of another. For if he did not, many other men, women and children would never know the word 'home'.

He looked back at the men as he rode forward. He then looked at the elves. Then he looked at the country around him. He had to think first of the people he loved. He looked back forward deep in thought. He raised his head. He was proud now proud to be an elf. He was proud to be part of the alliance. He was proud to be going to the aid of Gondor. He was proud to be riding by men. Thinking about aiding his good friends made him realize that he could hold his head high.

As his horse climbed a hill, men behind him suddenly called out, "It's Isengard!" He looked up and saw the tall tower Orthanc. On the top was a man dressed in black armour. He then looked down and saw an Oliphaunt. On the top were two figures wielding swords. In the distance were two figures riding on a white horse in the dirrection of Rohan. He looked closely with his elvish eyes at the battle and noticed that the tall one was Eruaphadion and the other, Aranel knew. It was her brother, Nibenon. Eruaphadion swung down with one stroke and cleaved a man. He then twisted around and deflected a blow from a Southron sword. He twisted the sword out of the man's hand and stabbed him with a knife. Nibenon had his sword in a dead man and it was sticking up in the air. He had his bow up and was shooting down Southrons. Whenever one got to close, he pulled out the sword and cut him down. Eruaphadion twisted around and cut a Southron in half and ran to the head of the Oliphaunt. He ducked a sword and threw the man over him onto his back. He grabbed his sword and ran to the head of the Oliphaunt. He turned the sword over in his hand, raised it and stabbed the gigantic creature. It fell on the floor dead.

Legolas looked to his left and saw an army of Orcs approaching the dead Oliphaunt. They reach it and looked to see Eomer leading the kingdom of Rohan into war. They reached the Orcs and the battle began. The dwarves then followed the men. Eomer, Eruaphadion, Eowyn, Aranel, Nibenon, and Dain wielded their weapons with deadly skill.

Legolas then looked to his other side and saw that more orcs were approaching and that the already fighting army needed reiforcments. He sent Yaviel, Rimedur, and Manwe to attack them. He led one hundred newly joined elves against the new orcs. Legolas' battle reached the orcs. He fought gloriously.He looked back and they threw back their elvish armour showing their Southron uniforms. They turned around and left a bewildered Legolas staring at them.

He suddenly felt a cruel blade slit slightly deep in his head. He fell to his knees looking into the face of an orc. It raised it's sword and grunted. Suddenly, a long blade came through it and it fell. Yaviel appeared and layed her hand on Legolas' head. With her skill she healed him. He looked her in the eyes. He said nothing. He then to the orcs ahead. He then rose and said to her, "Never did I think I'd die side by side with Yaviel daughter of Haldir of Lothlorien." She looked at him and said in a beautiful tone, "And neither did I think I would die by Legolas Son of Haldir, my brother."

Legolas looked at her with joy and bewilderment. "What!" Yaviel said to him in a clear tone, "When you were born you were named Legolas and when father died, Legolas brought you up after the war. He knew that it was what Haldir would have wanted."

Legolas put hi hands on the fair beautiful face of Yaviel with tears in his eyes, same as Yaviel.

Why have you never told me this?" asked Legolas.

"Because I wanted you never to know that you were not the son of the prince of Mirkwood."

"Then why tell me now?"

"Because I've grown to admire you and seen that you care nothing for a throne. But either way, you are the highest elf in Lothlorien."

"Yaviel, I feel as if I have finally found happiness." Legolas then turned and saw an orc coming. He swung his sword and cut him down. He found new strength. He wielded his sword with death. All fell before him.

Legolas cut down twenty orcs and Yaviel, thirty. They suddenly found themselves surrounded by archers. Legolas and Yaviel drew out there bows and drew them back. Suddenly They heard a loud horn blow and the orcs went running from Eruaphadion on a horse leading the elves of Rivendell, Eomer leading Rohan, and so on and so forth leading their armies. Legolas and Yaviel were left standing on the battlefield staring at each other's eyes.

The orcs ran but when the men ran into the tower of Orthanc to look for Mordorias, they only found a lonely tower. When they came to the top, they could see dragon flying away.

That afternoon, Legolas and Yaviel went to the woods to have a real wood-elven celebration. They ran throught the woods singing songs of joy.

They finaly sat on the grass and spoke. "I have found happines! I have found the real Yaviel!" said Legolas.

Yaviel smiled at him and giggled and lyed down. She too was a new Yaviel and had found a new Legolas. They were realy now friends. They now had found in eachother a great love for one another. All that Legolas could now think of now was his new found sister.

To be continued......

Written by Legolas: Danny

Chapter XIII

Eruanna jumped back. She held her head high and, though she had tears in her eyes, she seemed joyful. She held her head high. "I was sent to go to Gondor to distribute the rings because it was the only way to do it. No that I am so close, I will not stop now. I am so close to the end." she suddenly went into deep thought. "I want to go home. The trees will be blooming. The hobbits harvesting the corn. Daddy will be sitting outside the house with his pint of beer and his pipe. I want to see daddy again." she said with sudden tears coming out of her small blue eyes. "I want to lay my head on his lap. I want to see daddy again. I want to go home." Miluiel knelt in front of the hobbit and hugged her. "Shhhhhhh!" she said softly. She walked to the horse and gently placed Eruanna on it. The two of them rode off to Gondor. They rode up over a hill and could see the white tower standing tall.
"Gondor. The holder of the greatest courage ever found. The guardian of the West. The friend of freedom, and the keeper of all that stands alive and good." said Eruanna recalling the words of her father.

From the hill they could see Mordor. There, at the front of the country was at least twenty thousand orcs. They looked as if each was breeding an orc or two. They were multiplying quickly. They also saw fire and sparks. It must have meant that they were forging weapons. Already about one thousand orcs had reached Osgiliath and were attacking it, five thousand orcs were on either side attacking it from the water, and three thousand more were marching to reinforce the attack.

The two orcs began riding down into Minas Tirith. A gate was now placed at the entrance into the white city. Sixty guards guarded it. Their leader approached Eruanna and looked into her eyes.
"I know your face!" he exclaimed.
"And I know yours!" said Eruanna. "It reminds me of something my father showed me, a picture he painted."
"Who is your father!" said the man grasping her hand.
"Peregrine Took."
"By my sword!" he said, "I am Beregond! The good friend of your father!"
"What! My father has told me oh, so much about you!" she replied. "But what are you doing at Minas Tirith? You were never allowed to enter again!"
"Exactly. That is why I guard the outside of the new gate." the soldier replied.
"I am sorry to inturrupt, but Gondor needs th- us right now." Said Miluiel trying not to give away the fact that they held the rings.
"You may enter." he said.
They rode through the gates and Beregond blew his horn three times. Four horsemen approached and led Eruanna and Miluiel to the Tower. As they rode by they saw many people in the streets crying, carrying dead bodies, stting in the front of their houses with hands on there heads just empty... empty...

Eruanna stopped the horse and raises her sword. In a clear loud tone she called, "People of Gondor, be sad no longer. The storm has ended." She spread her arms and then said, "Behold the dawn!" She grasped the rings on her neck and raised them high. They shone brighter than the sun and moon. Enya, Narya, and Vilya had returned to a human land. The sun of freedom had arisen.

To be continued......
Written by Legolas: Danny

Chapter XII

Legolas rose from the ground and walked out of the forest. He climbed onto a rock and below him stood the army of Lorien, Rivendell, and Mirkwood who had just joined the army. Legolas spoke in a majestic tone, "We have won. We have fought. We have conquered. We have taken the right path." They had come so far and now Legolas was so close to his throne. He would not take it just yet. Three paths were now before him. The lands of Valinor, the battle of Gondor, or to stay at home. At the forests he knew. At the place he had grown to love. He had to decide. He would not take the paths of Valinor. He had to decide between the other two. If he went to Gondor he would never return to the woods he knew...that he knew... that he knew... that he loved... his woods...
"I can't leave." said Legolas looking back at the woods with a tear. "I have to go." He looked down and to the side at the men of Rohan. He had to think of the glory of Men first. They were also creatures. They were their allies. He had to leave.

He turned to the army and said in a clear voice, "We are leaving now. The age of Greenwood or Mirkwood or all other names given it has reached it's final goal. Those who are going to stay are to stay. All who aren't are following Legolas Greenleaf to the aid of Men." A battle cry a rose from the elves and from the men, only tears. How could an elf think this way to the kingdom of Men, the usurpers? How could a king so great be so kind?

Legolas raised his long sword and the three people on the battle fields called out,
"To Gondor!" Legolas in reply said in a soft voice to himself, "Gondor."

The army descended the hill which they had climbed before. Legolas stopped and looked back on those trees. The trees he loved. A tear decended down his cheek and he pronounced the name for the very last time, "Home."

To be continued.....
Written by Legolas: Danny

Chapter XI

Eruanna looked up into a fair face. Miluiel was wearing the uniform of a Southron. She had clear, loving, blue eyes. Eruanna could see a bit of her hair, thought it was tucked under helmet, it was blonde and looked as soft as silk. On her thin waist she carried two elven daggers and on her back was an elven blade. She wore a cape of the same material that the Fellowship of the Ring wore. She must of made the Southrons think that she was a man and had stolen elven weapons and material. She looked down on Eruanna and through the cloth across her mouth Eruanna could see a smile.

The oliphaunt suddenly stopped and Eruanna was dragged up onto her feet. She stood and could see a tall tower. On the top stood a tall man in the armour of Sauron. Eruanna knew in an instant who this was. Mordorias. He looked down upon the hobbit and called out, "Bring the dog up to me!" Eruanna looked up and a tear went down her cheek. All had ended. The kingdom of Middle Earth would fall and all would come to darkness. She had failed Eruaphadion and Legolas, the king of the Elves. She had lost. In her thought, her hands suddenly felt something metal and cold. Miluiel had slipped Eruanna's sword into her hand.
Eruanna cut the ropes. She had another chance to save Middle Earth. She looked up at the elf and said, "Let's do it." Miluiel pulled out a horn and gave it one loud blast. Out of the bushes came Eruaphadion and Nibenon. Miluiel drew out the elven sword and cut the ropes. Eruanna jumped onto the ladder off the Oliphaunt and began to climb. Miluiel. threw off the Soutron uniform revealing her elven amrour and her position of the elven princess of Lorien. She began to cut down the Southrons.
Eruaphadion grabbed Eruanna and put her on a horse. Miluiel climbed down and jumped onto the horse also. She looked down at Eruaphadion and said, "Hail prince of Rivendell!" she then galloped off. Eruanna looked back at the prince and smiled. Miluiel rode past the enemies and towards Rohan.

They reached Edoras by noon on the hobbit clock and they dismounted. Miluiel walked into the Golden Hall and called out, "Hail king Eomer!" All that she was replied to with was the echo of her voice. She walked out in pity. She walked to Eruanna and showed her a torn flag. Eruanna looked at it and began to cry.
"I was too late... too late..." She layed her head on Miluiel's waist and cried out loud. Miluiel also began to cry. She had failed... failed...

To be continued.....
Written by Legolas: Danny