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If J.R.R. Tolkien were still here, he'd be proud. But then again, if he were still here, I wouldn't be writing this, b/c he wouldn't let PJ kill Haldir.
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P.S.: Lanfear: Is it a bad thing it's morbid? I just want to know. Btw, I love your fic, update it soon! I already threatened you....
Aragorn exited through the side door with Gimli.
'He wants more time, I'll give him more time.'
Aragorn and Gimli were both staring at the bridge. It was swarming with Uruk-hai. Aragorn was focused on this, until Gimli spoke up.
"You're going to have to toss me."
"Come on. I can't jump. Toss me!"
Aragorn was about to toss him, but something else caught his eye. It was the same thing he saw on top of Helm's Deep. Gimli, of course, kept talking.
"Shhh. Hang on." This didn't stop Gimli.
"Toss me! Toss me!" On and on he went.
"Gimli, I will toss you, but I will be elsewhere. I shall return to you shortly."
Gimli paused, and gave Aragorn a meaningful nod. Aragorn tossed Gimli and jumped off, leaving poor Gimli alone.
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Aragorn hit the ground hard. A Uruk-hai came rushing at him, but Aragorn ducked in time. Aragorn did not want to fight, so he rolled to the left, leaving the Uruk-hai to hit the ground with his sword. The ranger was determined to identify what he saw.
He tried to lift his head and see where the thing he was looking for was. However, it was impossible, for Uruk-hai were swarming him. Again, Aragorn tried to avoid them, but he found out it was no use. He had to fight.
He picked up a nearby shield, and bought himself time while he pulled his sword from its sheath.
'You asked for it.'
The same Uruk-hai that had attacked him earlier came rushing at behind. Aragorn stabbed behind him, hitting the foul creature in the gut. He swung his sword in front of him, with the Uruk-hai still on it. To finish him off, Aragorn pulled the sword through the Uruk-hai, creating a hole, and then he released it. The Uruk-hai fell to Aragorn's feet, no longer breathing.
Aragorn swung his sword menacingly in circles in front of him. A Uruk-hai snickered and rushed at him.
"You think that's funny?" Both man and Uruk-hai ran full-speed at each other, with swords poised, ready to swing. They ran past each other, but not without hitting one another. Aragorn's sword cut the Uruk-hai's face, making him bleed black blood. Aragorn would have been able to cut him better, if the Uruk-hai had not laid his sword low, at around Aragorn's knee-level, tripping him. Aragorn toppled down, but still held on to his sword. The Uruk-hai towered above him, beleiving Aragorn was weak. The man was far from weak, and sprang up to his feet, as if he were an elf. He moved back a few feet, and held his sword in level with his face, which was also in level with the Uruk-hai's. As the Uruk-hai swung at him, Aragorn pushed his sword into the already made cut. The Uruk-hai stumbled with pain. Aragorn noticed his pain, so he pushed his sword in deeper. The sword was not going to go straight through the head, but Aragorn knew that already. He had fought in battles far longer than these Uruk-hai.
Aragorn then pushed the sword up and it slid into his eye. Black ooze continued spilling out. The eye contents spilled out, along with the eye itself. The sword finally came out of the eye socket, and went straight back to Aragorn's side.
More Uruk-hai advanced towards him, one stepping on the dead eye. Again Aragorn tried getting away, but found it unsuccessful. He was annoyed with all of them, so he rushed at one, beheading it with his sword. He used the end of the sword to hit the another Uruk-hai. This hardly had an effect, and Aragorn's impatience was growing less. He turned around, jumped in the air, landed on the Uruk-hai, and gutted his sword through the heart. When that was over, Aragorn saw an exit through the swarm, and ran through that way.
As he ran, he looked back to see how Gimli was faring. He was doing fine. Aragorn chuckled from seeing Gimli enjoying slaughtering the Uruk-hai with his axe.
* * *
Haldir was now in a forest, far from where Helm's Deep stood. His eyes were dry, but his face was pale from pain. It was as pale as Gilmaldor's face. Gilmaldor's limp body lay in his arms, helpless and exposed, even with all the armor.
The forest was new to Haldir, but he was an elf, and he knew how to navigate his way. He felt the elven gods were with him, and he didn't worry. He manuevered his way among trees, jumped over hedges, skipped lightly over mud, until he the realization of his situation hit on him.
He was lost.
No Uruk-hai were seen anywhere, but Haldir took no risk. Gilmaldor and the rest of Haldir's possessions remained with him as he made his way up a tree. The tree was the tallest one he found. Normally Haldir would have been able to climb up with east. However, he was weighed down by armor and had one arm occupied. Nonetheless, he made his way up there.
Once up there, Haldir held onto the trunk with his left arm, looking over the land. Anger shooted up through Haldir's body as he saw destruction and darkness consume Middle-Earth.
'This isn't the way it's supposed to be,' he thought sadly.
He stared down again at Gilmaldor who was being held by Haldir's right arm. Sadness consumed his heart again. To free his mind he looked again at the battlefield. Helm's Deep was being shattered down. Elves and men alike were getting the hell beat out of them by Saruman's creations.
But that was not why Haldir was up in the tree. Haldir knew why, but he found it harder to focus. In fact, he couldn't explain it to himself what he was looking for. It brought pain to his heart.
Down below, Aragorn didn't know they explanation why Haldir was up there.
"Who goes up there?"
Haldir looked down, slightly revealing himself. He knew it couldn't have been a Uruk-hai. The voice was ringing, and did not sound malicious. Below he saw a figure, yes, but who's figure, he could not clearly make out. He knew it could not have been an elf, it wasn't as delicate.
'Is it a man? Yes, it must be.'
"This is Haldir," he spoke out. "And who may you be?"
"Haldir?! What may you be doing up there?"
The body of the voice was recognizable to Haldir immediately.
"Aragorn! What brings you away from the field of battle?"
"I must ask you the same thing." Aragorn's voice carried kindness and slight laughter. The war didn't keep him down too badly.
"That's going to be a hard process."
"And why's that?"
"It's quite a ways to jump."
"Climb down then."
"I only have one free hand." There was a pause. "Catch this, and be careful."
"I can hardly see, but I will try, dear friend."
"Stand under the tree."
Aragorn did as he was told.
"Put your hands out."
Aragorn followed the directions.
Aragorn smiled a smile that Haldir could not see. Gilmaldor was dropped and was a heavy drop to Aragorn. The man tried his best to stay steady. When he was balanced, he looked down at the face. It was the face of an elf he had never seen.
Meanwhile, Haldir had made his way down next to Aragorn.
"Who is this?"
Haldir turned his head. "He was my friend. We grew up with each other. Hardly have we ever been separated."
The voice wavered, and the sentence was left at that. Aragorn gently handed Gilmaldor back.
"What are you planning to do with the body?"
"I'm going to bury it."
"I was planning this forest, but I got lost."
"You? Lost, that's surprising to I."
"How did you find your way here?"
At hearing the last question, Aragorn shut his eyes and leaned against a tree. No Uruk-hai were any way near the forest.
"I've been here long before this time. I was a young lad." Aragorn opened his eyes and looked to his far-right. "I met Arwen here."
Haldir stared at Aragorn, who didn't flinche under the stare. The elf himself had never known love. He knew Aragorn was upset at leaving Arwen, so he dropped the subject.
"Since you know this area so well, will you mind finding a decent area where I may bury my lost friend?"
Aragorn nodded and led the way throughout the forest.
* * *
Haldir covered the ground, with Aragorn helping him. Gilmaldor was buried, in a place where the Uruk-hai will hopefully not destroy.
The ranger got up, and began making his way back to Helm's Deep. However, he realized he wasn't being followed. He turned back, and what he saw teared at his heart.
Haldir kneeled on the soft earth, with his head bent down. He didn't take heed of Aragorn moving away. His body was shaking as his eyes focused on the mound of dirt, where underneath lay an elven body.
"Come on. You must not linger here. At least he is in a better place than where he was," said Aragorn softly.
Gratefully, the elf took the outstretched hand and got himself up. He was glad Aragorn had came along, or else he would have been stuck in the forest. He smiled to himself, for Aragorn was right. Gilmaldor was in a better place.
"Allow me to say a prayer."
"Of course. I do not know if I should say a prayer, I have never known Gilmaldor."
"You do not have to."
The man stood back, allowing Haldir to say what he wanted. When he was done, both stood beside each other staring at the grave.
The elf stirred.
"What was that?"
"I have not heard anything."
"It sounds like someone falling down."
"Many fall down in battle."
"But it doesn't sound like a Uruk-hai, nor an elf, nor a man."
"What could it be?"
"It sounds like....a dwarf."
Both stared at each other.
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Mwahaha. Not that much action in this chapter. I know it's mushy, especially with adding Arwen in. Well still tell me what you think! The next chapter will be more interesting. *shifty eyes*