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The
land that lay outside of the valley was woody, not like the great forest of Mirkwood, but there were a lot of trees that
provided a vantage point for archers and look outs. I hoped that would be to
our advantage; we knew the surrounding area well and the enemy did not.
We
certainly did not have numbers in our favor, and so we were trusting on stealth
and cunning to be to our aide, combined with sheer luck. Still the prospects
were dim, and we all knew it.
The
other archers and I concealed themselves in the branches and waited, while the
others held back their ranks far behind us and would rush in first from the
front, and then from the flanks. Dagorion, I knew,
was with the right wing, and his party would attack last. Glorfindel was to
lead the charge to the front.
The
archers waited, crouched in the trees and gazing out over the forest as slowly Sauron�s forces came into view.
They
came creeping over the forest floor, thousands upon thousands of orc and savage looking men, tramping beneath our trees and
completely unaware of our presence.
Shading
my eyes and skimming over the masses, I did not see Sauron or Thranduil. They
probably rode toward the back. I poised myself for the signal; the archer that
lay the deepest back would blow his horn when the first of the orcs passed under him, and then we would attack from the
trees. A second horn would signal the charge to the others.
We
waited until we had as many of them under us in the wood before raining arrows
down on them. I was resisting the strong temptation to drop a walnut on the
head of an orc who was scratching himself in unpleasant
places when the horn sounded. The itchy orc was the
first one I let an arrow fly on.
Sauron�s forces were taken by surprise. At first
they reacted with confusion, looking around dumbly and not expecting an attack
at all; perhaps they thought we would have been barricaded in the House. Then
it was time to draw knives and swords as the more nimble of the orc began to scale the trees, but it was easy work dissuade
them.
I
must admit I found the death knells of the slain and the sight and sound of the
wounded were horrible but Lindir, who shared a tree
with me, cried over the row: �Remember you son!�
There
came the sound of crackling and the smell of smoke, and then I saw the bright
orange flames dancing a few lengths before me. The archers were forced to
abandon the trees in favor of hand to hand combat on the ground when they began
to set fire to the forest, which was a very low blow in our elvish
minds.
Through
some elvish magic � Elrond�s Vilya
perhaps � the wind began to blow to the east, toward the Misty Mountains and over Sauron�s
army, taking the fire with them. The fire which had been used against us now
worked in our favor, and a magnified wail rose through the enemy as trees
caught alight and began crashing down around them, yet still more and more orcs and wild men came rushing at us in attack.
Not
wanting to charge forward into the flames, we held back and I heard the second
horn sound.
Glorfindel
and his ranks swept in and we followed the receding fire, tramping through the
ashes and charred limbs that were left as flame consumed the forest and the
army as they went.
The
ground was black and warm under my feet, and instead of my bow I drove forward
with the long white knife I had come to favor. Orc
and men were much easier in hand to hand combat than many of the elves who had
taught me to fight.
The
enemy did not seem to be thinning, and I scaled an unscathed tree and peered
out over the masses. We had been putting up a good fight, but slowly our
numbers were falling. The fire had died down to a few avoidable isolated
circles, and there were still more orcs stretching
further and further back who had yet to see battle while all of our elves had
been lead into the charge.
It
is possible, I realized as if for the first time, that perhaps we would not see
the setting of the sun at the end of this day. Notching a retrieved arrow to my
bow my aim fell to the very back where poised on horseback were two tall, proud
looking figures clad in black armor studded with glinting mithril,
just like in my dream.
A
shiver ran through my body and I stopped to steady myself on my tree branch
perch. One of them was Sauron, and the other was Thranduil. A great bubble of
hatred welled up in my chest and I aimed steadily down the shaft to the taller
silhouette on my right. I will take him down now!
Then
doubt stayed my hand. What if, in these five years, Thranduil had grown taller
than him? I licked my lips and considered, then switched my aim to the figure
next to him. But how could I be sure this was Sauron?
I
strained for some hint: the glint of a golden hair or the slightest shadow of a
face behind the dark visor that obscured both faces. There was no way I can be
sure, I said to myself, and a small part of me whispered, Then
you must take them both down.
Raising
my bow again I aimed at the taller one, and flexed my fingers tighter around
the string.
Take
them down; they are both the enemy!
I
swallowed, and lowered my aim. I could not do it, and instead let my arrow fly
on the orc that stood just to the left of them.
The
orc keeled over and their helmeted heads turned. I
could feel them look right at me, silhouetted in one of the few remaining
trees. Then the smaller of the two reached behind him to draw an arrow, while
the other hand drew up an enormous long bow.
An
arrow was notched and the bow was pulled taunt as I sat frozen in my perch,
Elrond�s prophecy coming back to me; he had said that Thranduil would carry a
long bow.
�Legolas!�
came a cry, and someone pushed me hard from behind.
I
toppled from the limb, grabbed the branch below me and quickly gained my
footing just as there was a hiss and a rush of wind. I looked up to see an
arrow ending in a black feather quivering in the trunk of the tree at my
previous head level.
Glorfindel
had climbed up in the tree after me, and his blue eyes were wide in his anxiety
drawn face. �It shall be over soon,� he said, and leapt from the tree and back
into battle.
He
was right. Sauron and Thranduil had spurred their horses on and ploughed
through the carnage to the tree that I had previously occupied.
By
that time I was back on the ground, standing back to back with Lindir and shooting long range. I saw them coming, and saw
the smaller figure draw back on the bow again, with another arrow. I cried a
warning to Lindir and ducked, but he was not fast
enough and the arrow sank into his shoulder.
He
let out a cry, dropped his bow and sank to the ground.
Without
hesitation I took aim at the enemy archer�s shoulder and fired, my arrow
hitting its mark between the armor.
The
figure�s arm dropped immediately, and I sent another arrow into his hand, just
as the taller figure spurred his mount on and charged at me.
I
dove out of the way and issued my challenge: �Come for me, Sauron!�
He
drew his mount up short, pulling hard on the reins and the animal threw his
head about and snorted loudly in protest. Then in one smooth motion he gripped
his helmet at the chin and wrenched it off, throwing it to the side. His face
was mostly unchanged since I saw him last, still cold and pale with long dark
hair, but his eyes were different: they glittered in an eerie way that sent
chills down my spine.
I
hated him deeper than ever. I realized I hated him as much as I loved
Glorfindel and Dagorion, and as he stood staring into
my eyes, he began to hate me even more.
There
was a cold rasping sound as he drew his sword from his sheath, and for the
briefest of moments we paused. Then he leapt forward, swinging, then my knife
was in my hand and the fight was on.
His
skill and strength were far more superior than I ever would have guessed and
had I not been more nimble than him, he would have slain me very quickly.
Before long he bested me and the knife was knocked from my hand. I was thrown
to the ground, and there was a heavy foot on my chest pressing me against the
earth.
Sauron
bent low over me as I stared up at him defiantly. �I thought you would have been
long dead by now,� he said.
Damp
earth seeped through my hair at the back of my head and I swallowed hard and
glared, hating him and thinking that this was the end. Not the way I would have
thought or chosen, but the end had come.
Then
there was a clash of armor on armor and a swirl of golden hair as Glorfindel
came hurdling into the Dark Lord, throwing one shoulder into him and knocking
him to the ground.
Even
before two had come to a stop on the ground there was an arrow in my bow that
was sent into Sauron�s wrist, preventing him from
finishing a swipe with a dagger toward Glorfindel�s
unprotected face. Whipping another arrow from my quiver, I sprang forward past
Glorfindel. Planting one foot on the Dark Lord�s chest the way he had done to
me, I glared down the shaft at his hateful face and pulled back on the bow
string. Glorfindel�s, �Legolas, no!� and the jerk on
the back of my arm that came too late registered somewhere in the back of my
mind, but not strong enough.
I
let go of the taunt string, and the Dark Lord was dead.
TBC
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