Lord of the Rings - Hidden Blood

The One Ring has to be destroyed. And I, Vanya Halda Serke, daughter of Arathorn, travel with the fellowship of the ring. Gandalf the Grey, Aragon Isildurs heir, Legolas prince of the Woodland Realm, Gimli, son of my old friend Gloin and four little hobbits; Frodo the ringbearer and Sam, Pippin and Merry. Together we travel towards Mordor, where the ring can be destroyed. But it is not a safe journey, and danger awaits us...

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29. The wound below my chest

As we ran, I caught a short glimpse of the bridge of Khaza doom. We needed to cross it, so we could leave the mines. The Balrog was catching up; having a least scared the goblins a bit away. But they were still lurking, waiting for a chance to kill us. We were so close to the bridge, and yet so far away.

And as we came to a short stop, my body gave in. The pain was too much, and I fell back into a sitting position against the wall behind me.

“Vanya!”

Legolas almost immediately screamed, and ran to my side. I looked down at my fingers, all covered in blood. I had never been hurt, never like this. I was bleeding from a wound below my chest, where the goblin had managed to stab me when I was not paying attention to it.

Aragorn rushed to me, and carefully pull my hand away, so he could see the wound. He loosened my belt, put it up higher and tightened it against the wound. I would have complained, had it not hurt so much already.

“I cannot treat it here. We must get to the surface.”

He said, desperately looking for a way out.

“No.”

I said with a weak voice, getting both his and Legolas’s attention.

“Go.”

I asked them. I had realized I would only slow them down.

“There is still life left in me. Go, I can hold the goblins back, giving you the time you need to escape.”

I asked again, explaining my intentions. I would be left here, not slowing them down, and try to hold the goblins back for a long as I could. And I would die here. Perhaps Legolas was right. I was a child, and I had not been ready for this.

“Vanya Serke Halda. We will not leave you here to die.”

Gandalf said, bending down to me.

“I care too much.”

He said, and looked at Legolas.

“Can you carry her?”

He asked. Legolas nodded quickly, and was already putting his arms around me.

“I can still run a bit. Save your strength until then.”

I asked, and struggled to get back on my feet. But I got up, and we continued. Still we moved slowly, because of me and I feared what it could mean. As we continued down the stair to get to the bridge, a piece in the middle had broken off. Legolas jumped across first, and caught me when I jumped over the hole. Gandalf jumped across, and quickly caught me, as I was unable to stand anymore.

Legolas helped the hobbits and Gimli across, as the stairs where Aragorn and Frodo still stood, began to move. Having lost its balance, it fell forward, so Aragorn and Frodo could jump and join us. Legolas grapped me from Gandalf, as arrows and spears began to fly through the air.  Now that the Balrog had fallen a bit behind, the goblins dared to go near us again.

He held me in his arms, running, as I was beginning to lose my consciousness.  

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