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Falling In Love is Hard on the Knees	By : sarahjean Category: Lord of the Rings Movies > General Views: 3149 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Look at your young men fighting
Look at your women crying
Look at your young men dying
The way they've always done before

Look at the hate we're breeding
Look at the fear we're feeding
Look at the lives we're leading
The way we've always done before

My hands are tied
The billions shift from side to side
And the wars go on with brainwashed pride
For the love of God and our human rights
And all these things are swept aside
By bloody hands time can't deny
And are washed away by your genocide
And history hides the lies of our civil wars

- Guns N� Roses, Civil War

The people of Edoras were moving towards Helm�s Deep at a gentle pace, with some on horses and mules and others walking alongside. Some of the mules and horses were laden with goods and supplies. It was quite an amazing sight to see.

I was riding with Tommy. I had told Legolas he would be needed on hand if anything were to happen, and that he shouldn�t concern himself with me when this time came. So I was sitting with my darling brother, realising that this was the closest I�d ever really sat to him, the first time I�d hugged him in a long time, and I was wondering why he was here. Me and Tommy used to have a lot of bad blood � we�d argue continuously, to the point of mum threatening to crack our heads together. He thought I was always trying to steal the limelight, and I thought he was using me as a verbal punchbag.

But somewhere along the lines, we discovered that we shared the same views on many things. We grew closer, and when Mark�s death hit us, we grew closer still in our grief. Since then, we�d stuck together. I clung to our good relationship like a limpet, in fear of him ever forgetting me. I loved his bold ways � his perversity, his skills, his inventiveness, his humour.

So generally, I loved him. So why was he here? We had no beef with each other.

Eurgh, I hated beef. I�d been forced to eat some before leaving. I only ate a little, until Legolas took pity on me and said I could get away with it as long as I ate Lembas. Part of me truly wasn�t hungry. A new part of me, that had sprung up since Gandalf revealed all to me, refused to eat because it thought that maybe if I were undernourished, the baby wouldn�t live�

As I said before, I HATED children with a passion. There were a few like Reiss and my cousin�s daughter Rhea that I could stomach. But any others normally grated on my nerves.

Maybe if the baby were Legolas�s, I would�ve been happy. Surprisingly enough, as much as it would have been kinda soon, the idea of a family with Legolas wasn�t so bad. But anyone else�especially Sauron. Oh, how I wished I could kill him myself for what he�d done to me.

�It's true you don't see many dwarf women,� Gimli�s voice bellowed. �And in fact, they are so alike in voice and appearance; they are often mistaken for dwarf men.�

�owyn, who was walking alongside Gimli�s horse, turned back to look at Aragorn, who gestured to his face and said, �It�s the beards.�

�owyn was sweet on Aragorn � anyone could see it. The funny thing being � Boromir seemed to sweet on �owyn. I sometimes felt like running over to �owyn, telling her that Aragorn had himself an Elven strumpet, and that Boromir was the one who liked her. But I decided to just keep my mouth shut. Not necessarily because I thought it would be the wrong thing to do, but because I really wasn�t feeling well.

�And this in turn has given rise to the belief that there are no dwarf women. And the dwarves just, spring out of holes in the ground! Which is of course ridiculous. Whoa!� Gimli�s horse suddenly shot forward, knocking him from its back and onto the ground. �It's alright! It's alright. Nobody panic. That was deliberate. It was deliberate,� Gimli cried, as �owyn ran to help him.

I heard soft laughter to my left, and turned to see Legolas grinning at the sight of his friend flat on his back. �All it takes is an excited horse to dishevel the stout Dwarf,� he jeered, still laughing.

As Gimli was helped up, he yelled, �Just you wait and see, Master Elf! You will not be laughing when I outdo you in battle!�

Legolas shook his head, grinning, and I said, �You�ve bruised his ego, methinks.�

�Perhaps that is a good thing,� Legolas replied smilingly. �Any bigger, and his swollen head would never fit through the doors of Helm�s Deep.�

�Sounds like someone else I know,� I said, poking Tommy in the back.

�I know I�m the best,� Tommy said, buffing his nails exaggeratedly on his arm. �I don�t need anyone to stroke my ego for that.�

�You do it enough yourself,� I nodded, and rolled my eyes. I frowned when I realised my hand was involuntarily rubbing my stomach. I had caught myself doing this a few times, and it was unnerving me. I didn�t want anyone to guess what was going on � least of all Legolas.

�Lle tyava quel ?� Legolas asked.

I was used to this saying by now � he�d asked me it several times along the journey. I had a sneaky suspicion that not only did he sincerely want to know of my health, but that he also wanted to teach me some Elvish.

�Just feeling a bit sick, twanger de eared con punta de arco.� I laughed at his curious expression. �That means �pointy-eared bow twanger, my dear.�

He shook his head, smiling. �You do me too much honour, unguer.�

�Which means�?�

He grinned. �Hollow one.� And then he rode off before I could slap him.

�You know, he has a point, sis,� Tommy nodded. �There�s been a few times when I�ve bopped you on the head, only to be met by this hollow resonating sound��

Suddenly, a large animal with an orc astride its back appeared, in all it�s ugly, furry glory. We watched in horror as it attacked the lead guard, who we had learned was named Hama, and killed him. Almost instantly, Legolas was there, shooting with his bow and finishing his job with a knife. He turned and yelled, �A scout!�

�What is it?� Th�oden asked. �What do you see?�

�Orcs,� Aragorn said. �We are under attack!�

�All riders to the head of the column!� Th�oden yelled.

�I should have known that a peaceful journey would be too much to ask for,� Boromir said wryly, clutching the reigns of his horse.

�C'mon get me up here, I'm a rider. Agh!� Cried Gimli, who was being lifted onto Arod, and who very nearly fell off again.

Th�oden turned to �owyn. �You must lead the people to Helm's Deep. And make haste.�

�I can fight!� �owyn argued.

�No! You must do this. For me.� The king turned to the people. �Follow me!�

�Bloody hell,� I grumbled.

�Don�t panic,� Tommy said quietly. �It�ll all be fine.�

As Tommy�s horse picked up speed, I watched as Legolas, who had been shooting orcs expertly, noticed Gimli and Arod approaching, and swung himself up onto the horse�s back. I was impressed to say the least. I even whistled lowly.

�Now, now, Caz,� Tommy said. �Now is not the time for flirting and wolf whistling.� I grinned.

The riders and the scouts with the orcs clashed head on, fighting viciously. Legolas glanced back, spying our horse. He yelled, �Tommy! Keep her away from the fray!�

Feeling slightly insulted, I called back, �I can fight, you know!�

Legolas glanced at me with a slight smile, then gave a significant look to Tommy.

�Sorry, love, the Elf has spoken,� Tommy said, and steered the horse out of immediate danger. I glared at Legolas before removing my sword. I could at least chop at any orc that passed by.

I noticed Aragorn defending Gimli, who was flat on his bag and buried under several of the weird scout animals. I watched as, in the ensuing struggle, Aragorn and the creature fell off a cliff. I gaped momentarily, thinking, oh fuck, he�s dead. But then I pulled myself together, remembering that he wasn�t dead at all.

�Not dead,� I whispered into Tommy�s ear, and he nodded.

Legolas and Gimli were interrogating a dying Orc on the ground.

�Tell me what happened and I�ll ease your passing!� Gimli barked.

�Where is he?� Legolas said. �Speak up!�

�Ghehehe, he's ... grrhhh... dead. He took a little tumble off the cliff,� the orc replied.

�You lie!� Legolas growled.

Oooh, animalistic, I thought, then scolded myself for thinking in such a way when Legolas was obviously in distress. The orc died then, and Legolas removed�the Evenstar jewel from its hand. I watched as he ran to the cliff and looked down. Gimli joined him soon after, with Boromir close behind.

�Get the wounded on horses. The wolves of Isengard will return. Leave the dead,� Th�oden said to one of his men, Gamling.

Legolas turned to look at Th�oden, a bewildered sort of anger on his face. I sighed, resting my cheek against Tommy�s back.

�Come,� Th�oden said, gently placing a hand on Legolas�s shoulder.

But as the king left, Legolas and Gimli remained, looking down the drop of the cliff in apparent disbelief. I sighed, and shakily dismounted the horse as best as I could, trying not to trip over. I walked over to my two companions, rubbing the sore spot near my collarbone where the arrow wound still ached.

�My king cannot be dead,� Boromir said, his voice almost a whisper.

You sure changed your mind about his status, I thought, but said nothing. Legolas glanced at me with a tortured expression.

�We should leave,� I said, and hated the look of disbelief he gave me.

�You speak as though nothing happened,� he said, anger creeping into his voice.

�Something happened, yes,� I nodded. �But not what you think.�

�You do not mourn him,� he accused.

�I do not mourn living men,� I said back, perhaps more harshly than I originally intended. He gave me a perplexed look. �I did not steer you wrong with Gandalf, yes? Then trust me on this one. You will soon be reunited with your king of Gondor.�

He gave one last glance down the cliff�s drop, a contemplative look on his face, before he said, �Come. Let us move before the wargs return.�

I let out a breath, relieved that we were finally moving. I once again had my hand on my stomach, and just as the others passed by me, I turned away and ran to a secluded spot, where I vomited quite violently. Damn you, Sauron, I thought darkly, trying to remain on my feet.

I straightened up, slowly making my way back. I noticed that the riders were just re-gathering the last of the equipment that had been knocked off their horses in the attack. I walked towards Tommy again, as he sat astride Carl�t�. I stopped next to the horse, preparing to mount it, when a voice said, �Melamin.�

I glanced behind me, and saw Legolas back on Arod, alone.

�Forgive me for stealing your companion,� Legolas said. Tommy nodded.

I was helped onto Arod, only this time in front of Legolas. But I barely noticed much that was going on. My head was spinning, my vision blurred slightly. My stomach was still churning, and for the umpteenth time I cursed the Dark Lord for doing this to me. And as I slowly drifted into a sleep, leaning back against the Elf behind me, I could have sworn I felt the thing I had dubbed �Damien� kick in my stomach.
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When I awoke, we were at Helm�s Deep. Th�oden had already made the decision to send the women and children into the caves, but I knew I wouldn�t be going.

I had not seen Legolas yet, and instead had been with Tommy and even Boromir. When Boromir had mentioned the decision about the caves, I said bluntly, �I won�t be going.�

He had raised an eyebrow. �I do not think that the Elf would agree to that��

�It is not his decision to make,� I replied, pulling out the leather strap and tying my hair tightly into a messy bun.

Not too long after, Aragorn rode into Helm�s Deep. Boromir had been standing beside me at the time, and upon seeing Aragorn, he gave me one of the most amusing expressions I�d ever seen � almost as though he was impressed, but was also constipated.

�Where is he?!� Gimli bellowed, pushing through the crowds. �Where is he?! Get out of my way! I'm gonna kill him!� When he found Aragorn, his whole demeanour changed to one of emotion. �You are the luckiest, the canniest, and most reckless man I ever knew! Bless you, laddie!� He hugged the Ranger.

Boromir went to him, clapping him on the shoulder, and Aragorn returned the gesture, smiling slightly.

�Boromir, where is the king?� Aragorn asked. Boromir gestured with his head, and Aragorn followed the general direction, walking with his head down until he almost ploughed into Legolas.

�Le ab-dollen,� Legolas smiled. �You look terrible.�

I noticed �owyn spotting Aragorn, and suddenly looking much more cheerful. She started over to him, but froze, when she saw Legolas handing Aragorn the Evenstar jewel.

�Diola lle,� Aragorn said, clasping it in his hand.

And not too long after that little emotional prelude, Aragorn decided to bring back the shits and the fans. Only this time, it wasn�t for Amon Hen.

�A great host, you say?� Th�oden asked grimly.

�All Isengard is emptied,� Aragorn replied. A host of orcs were heading to attack Helm�s Deep. Aragorn had seen them on his journey back.

I was standing off to the side, not seeing how I would be important to this conversation. I only seemed to really be comforting people so far. Oh, and carrying the Dark Lord�s little brat. Eurgh.

�How many?� Th�oden asked.

�Ten thousand strong, at least,� Aragorn said.

�Ten thousand?!� The King�s eyes widened.

�It is an army bred for a single purpose: to destroy the world of Men. They will be here by nightfall,� Aragorn explained quietly.

I glanced to the king, and watched the subtle changes in his expression as he said, �Let them come.�

He walked outside, the rest of us following him.

�I want every man and strong lad able to bear arms, to be ready for battle by nightfall. We will cover the causeway and the gate from above. No army has ever breached the deeping wall or set foot inside the Hornburg.�

�This is not a rabble of mindless Orcs,� Boromir warned. �These are Uruk-hai. Their armour is thick and their shields broad.�

�I have fought many wars, Boromir son of Denethor. I know how to defend my own keep,� Th�oden replied. I couldn�t help but think him arrogant. �They will break upon this fortress like water on rock. Saruman�s hordes will pillage and burn. We�ve seen it before. Crops can be re-sown. Homes rebuilt. Within these walls, we will outlast them.�

�They do not come to destroy Rohan�s crops or villages. They come to destroy its people. Down to the last child!� Aragorn said.

�What would you have me do? Look at my men. Their courage hangs by a thread. If this is to be our end, then I would have them make such an end as to be worthy of remembrance!�

�Send out riders, my lord,� Aragorn urged. �You must call for aid.�

�And who will come?� Th�oden argued. �Elves? Dwarves? We are not so lucky in our friends as you. The old alliances are dead.�

�Gondor will answer,� both Aragorn and Boromir said in unison.

�Gondor? Where was Gondor when the Westfold fell? Where was Gondor when our enemies closed in around us? Where was Gon�no, my lord Aragorn, my friend Boromir. We are alone,� the king said with a sort of forlorn tone in his voice.

He turned away, ordering Gamling to get the women and children into the caves. I sighed, rubbing my temples.

�He will not call for aid,� Aragorn said, a hint of anger in his tone. �This is folly!� He looked to me. �Carrie, I have rarely � if at all � asked for your guidance. I request that you at least give me a hope.�

I paused, wondering what to say. Eventually, I said, �You needn�t worry about aid. It will come, whether you believe me or not. You won�t be fighting alone.�

Aragorn gave me a calculating look, before he nodded. �Thank you. I have at least some hope in my heart for the people.�

With that, he turned back to Boromir and Gimli. Tommy, I noticed, was chatting up a poor woman who was blushing like crazy. He hadn�t lost his charm.

�Walk with me, melamin?�

I glanced at him, and nodded, following him and letting him choose a path to walk. The first few moments were spent in silence, during which I admired the view. And I�m not necessarily talking about the landscape�

�Is what you said to Aragorn true?�

I gave him a confused look. �Why would I lie?�

�Perhaps not lie,� Legolas replied, �But attempt to give a sinking heart something to stay afloat with.�

�I didn�t give him false hope, if that�s what you mean. Help will come.� I cast a glance at him, and smiled slightly. Even though the sunlight was weak, it still seemed to love him. It was as though he always had a spotlight shining on him. It made me feel very drab sometimes. It�s always a pain for the woman, when her bloke is prettier than she is.

�Melamin, we do not have much time�� he started.

�Much time? What do you mean?� I asked, raising an eyebrow.

�Before you leave for the caves,� he replied. Here we go, I thought.

�I�m not going.�

He gave me a surprised look. �You must! All the women and children must go to the caves.�

�But I choose to stay,� I replied, crossing my arms and facing him.

�You cannot,� he said, drawing up in height. I almost laughed aloud.

�Forgive me, but I don�t see what the problem is,� I said.

�The battle is too dangerous,� he said. �It is no place for you.�

�You weren�t saying that in Moria or at Amon Hen,� I said darkly.

�We had no choice at either of those places,� Legolas argued. �And those battles were mere trifles compared to the one that faces us here. At least in those battles I could protect you.�

�I don�t need protecting! I can handle myself.�

�Melamin, please��

�I was not brought here to cower with the women and children,� I snapped. No, I was brought here to carry the morihin� �I will not hide in some cave whilst my brother and my love are fighting possibly to their deaths. I will leave neither of you behind. I will fight.�

I raised my chin, staring him directly in the eye. Disbelief, then anger flashed through his eyes, and with a frown, he whirled on his heel and left. I took a breath, and turned away, wiping away the tear that had started to fall down my cheek. Must be the hormones kicking in, I thought sadly. I hadn�t meant to hurt him or anger him. Surely he could see my predicament? I couldn�t leave him or Tommy behind, knowing they were teetering on some metaphorical cliff whilst I was practically sitting and drinking cocoa, saying, �ha ha, suckers�. I couldn�t do it.

I was afraid, definitely. Ten thousand strong Uruk-Hai were nothing to be trifled with. And I had practically no battle experience.

With a sigh, I turned back and started to walk away.
*
Women and young children were being taken into caves. Husbands and sons were taken and given weapons and armour. Some of them were barely half my height. It made me feel sick to my stomach, and it brought the true desperation of the situation home. I would have loved to be at home, playing a computer game and listening to music, not preparing for battle. But I just scolded myself for these weak thoughts and forced myself to watch these horrors before me.

�Farmers, farriers, stable boys. These are no soldiers,� Boromir hissed, looking just as disgusted as I.

�Most have seen too many winters,� Gimli said.

�Or too few,� Legolas piped up, his voice laced with anger. He hadn�t spoken to me since I had refused to go into the caves. The others had been surprised, especially Tommy (who had also tried to get me into the caves) but had to take it with a pinch of salt when I gave them all the dirtiest look I possessed. Legolas seemed resigned that if Aragorn wouldn�t force me into the caves, there was no hope. He hadn�t met my eye once, and had kept up a haughty tone and almost derisive attitude to everyone ever since. �Look at them. They�re frightened. I can see it in their eyes.� He cast a pointed look to Aragorn. �Boe a hyn: neled herain... dan caer menig!?�

�Si beriathar h�n ammaeg n� ned Edoras,� Aragorn replied blandly.

�Aragorn, nedin dagor hen �-'erir ortheri. Natha daged dhaer!� Legolas argued hotly. I felt guilty for working him into such a stew.

�Then I shall die as one of them!� Aragorn snapped, and with these words, I realised the general gist of what they had been arguing about. Legolas believed they would all die. I bit my lip and looked to the ground. Aragorn stormed off, and soon after, Legolas stormed off as well.

I sighed loudly, shaking his head.

�He�s pretty angry,� Tommy said, raising an eyebrow. �What did you say to him?�

I winced. �That I wouldn�t go into the caves.�

�Well, it is a stupid decision,� he shrugged.

�Is it now?� I said darkly, glaring, before forcing myself to break down my fury. �You obviously don�t understand my sentiments.�

�I do,� Tommy said quietly. �But I don�t think you understand mine. Or Legolas�s, for that matter.�

I was about to snap something back, but I sighed, and said instead, �You�d be surprised.�

�Go find him, lassie,� Gimli said. I nodded, and pushed myself away from leaning against a pillar. I followed the general direction Legolas had taken, rubbing my churning stomach unconsciously. I rolled my head about, smiling grimly at the loud crunches and clicks. I massaged my arrow-wound, then rubbed at the spots where I�d been hurt in Moria. I hadn�t taken good care of the self-inflicted cut, and I knew that I would scar there. A nice big scar across my upper arm. The one on my chest seemed to be becoming a very faint scar. The arrow-wound ached every now and then, but it seemed to be settling nicely due to Legolas�s careful treatment.

I�d come out fairly injured, when you think about it. Sure, I had no broken bones or severely damaging wounds, but these wounds were still pretty damn amazing compared to my norm.

Legolas had been there through all of these wounds, and had kept calm. He probably didn�t want to see something bigger than an arrow going through one side of my body and out the other.

I found him sitting on one of the walls, his legs dangling over the side, as he looked down the forty-odd feet to the ground. He looked lost in thought, as the moonlight touched his features. I wondered briefly if I wouldn�t be welcome � if he�d turn me away. I was tempted to turn away and forget I�d ever come after him. But I stayed put for two reasons. The first being that I knew he�d probably guessed I was there. The second being that I wanted to at least try to explain myself to him, and smooth over the rough edges.

So I took a deep breath and slowly walked over. He didn�t move. I leaned my arms on the wall, looking over the edge tentatively and flinching at the height. After a moment of wondering how many people had fallen over the edge and splattered like a bag of soup (how very morbid of me) I said, �A long time ago, when I was about four or five we lived in this neighbourhood where things started out okay at first. It was a perfect little spot, with vast fields behind our house, and many village lanes � especially one in particular where we would take Brutus to go and play with the cows. You remember I told you about him at Lothlorien. My darling dog. Anyway, in this neighbourhood, there were quite a few other people. We knew them all, and were on various levels of acquaintance with all of them. But that started to deteriorate. I�ll probably never understand why they hated us so much, but I suspect it was because of a certain man who hated us � I think he started spreading rumours and stirring things up. Our next door neighbours, once our friends, hated us with a passion. Now, they had a son who was two or three years older than me. Will, I think his name was. Anyway, Will was once my friend � but that soon changed. He started threatening me and bullying me. But what the point of this little anecdote is is this: he was threatening me with a stick once, ready to whack me with it. And Brutus ran over, knocked me down � scraping my knees and making me bleed � and stood over me, growling and snarling whilst Will practically wet himself and ran off.�

I gave him a sidelong glance. �Brutus knocked me over to protect me � he hurt me, but that little bit of pain was nothing compared to what it could have been had he not helped me. Do you see?�

Legolas was still for a moment, before nodding.

�I may have hurt you in refusing to run off to the caves,� I whispered, �but I was only doing it because in my twisted way, I was protecting you and my brother � two of the most important people in my life.�

�I reacted childishly,� he said blandly.

�You reacted as I probably would have,� I replied with a shrug. �Did I mention that I�m fickle?� He smiled slightly. I stared back down at the view below me � men and boys sharpening swords and kitting up. I took a breath:

�Talk to me softly
There is something in your eyes
Don't hang your head in sorrow
And please don't cry
I know how you feel inside I've
I've been there before
Somethin� is changin' inside you
And don't you know

Don't you cry tonight
I still love you baby
Don't you cry tonight
Don't you cry tonight
There's a heaven above you baby
And don't you cry tonight.� (Guns N� Roses, Don�t Cry: Original version)

He swung himself off the wall, and took my hand. I glanced at him, and saw in his eyes what he meant. I smiled softly, and followed him, so that we could spend at least some peaceful time together before we had to go to war.
*
Later on, we were together again at the same wall, looking down on the scenes before us. Our hands were entwined, as we stood shoulder-to-shoulder, both of us hoping to eradicate the knowledge of the less-than-savoury war that would soon be upon us for at least a while, so that we could enjoy each others� company in peace.

�Legolas?�

He glanced at me with a slight smile, his eyes warm.

I didn�t know where the thought had come from, but it seemed like a good idea. I removed my tiger eye necklace, studying the subtle shift of colours in the beautiful golden stone. I stared at it for a moment, before slowly pulling it over his head and around his neck, straightening it.

He stared at it wide-eyed. �Carrie! This is your tiger-eye necklace! I cannot take this.�

I suddenly realised how similar this was to the scene with Arwen and Aragorn. With a smile, I said, �It is mine to give to whom I will. Like my heart.�

He smiled back, and gave me a sound kiss. He tucked the necklace away into his tunic. �I shall never take it off.�

I smiled. My neck felt bare, now that I was left with only Galadriel�s necklace, but that could be dealt with. It gave me an oddly comforted feeling to know that Legolas was wearing the tiger eye necklace � as though he now had a part of me to protect him.

�Amin mela lle,� he said.

�Yo lo amo,� I replied, grinning. I was feeling better knowing that he was no longer angry with me.

Legolas sighed. �I must apologise to Aragorn. My behaviour was unacceptable.�

We found Aragorn putting on his armour. Legolas already had armour on � well, he had rather snazzy shoulder armour, anyway. He�d picked out some armour for me, too. Namely, similar shoulder plates, a helmet, and chain-mail. I felt several inches shorter, which miffed me a little � something I�d always valued was my height. But one thing I�d done was prance about, claiming that I was Xena: Warrior Princess and was waiting for Ares so I could jump him. When Legolas had asked, �Why would you wish to jump on someone?� I had been reduced to hysterical giggling.

Legolas handed Aragorn his sword. �We have trusted you this far, you have not led us astray. Forgive me. I was wrong to despair.�

��-moe edhored, Legolas,� Aragorn replied.

�Could you say that in English?� I said. �It�s harder to earwig when you use a language I don�t know.�

They cast me amused glances, before Aragorn said, �As you wish. There is nothing to forgive, Legolas.� I nodded, grinning.

Gimli appeared, wearing some chain-mail. Chain-mail that was a little too long for his short physique, dragging across the floor as he moved.. �If we had time, I'd get this adjusted. It�s a little tight across the chest.�

I chuckled. Suddenly, a horn sounded from outside the gates.

�That is no orc horn!� Legolas said.

We all rushed outside, with me grinning like the Cheshire cat at the fact that I�d been right. On the way out, I spotted Tommy, standing next to Boromir. He was decked in some very fancy armour, and I gave him a grin. �Hail, Sparticus!�

�Lick my boots, Xena!� He replied in a comically deepened voice, as he pulled a stance.

�Don�t push ya luck, love,� I replied.

�Is this what I think it is?� He asked, raising an eyebrow (and said eyebrow disappeared inside the top of his helmet). I nodded, grinning.

The gates opened, and in marched an army of elves, in gold, blue and white armour. And did I mention that all Elves are rather easy on the eyes?

�How is this possible?� Th�oden gasped, as the Elves began to line up. Aragorn shot a satisfied smile my way.

�I was never one to say I told you so, but,� I paused. �I told you so!�

Haldir himself stepped forward. �I bring word from Elrond of Rivendell. An alliance once existed between Elves and Men. Long ago we fought and died together. We come to honour that allegiance.�

�Mae govannen, Haldir!� Aragorn said. �You are most welcome.�

�We are proud to fight alongside men once more,� Haldir said.

I smiled. Maybe things wouldn�t be so bad after all�
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