A Lady's duty - Book One of the Lorien Princess Trilogy (Legolas Love Story/ Lotr)

Authiel is the daughter of Celeborn and Galadriel, princess and heir to the throne of Lorien. In order to prove herself to her people and her parents, she goes to Rivendell in order to attend a secret council. But, when her duty and her destiny become entwined, she finds herself in a company of an elf, two men, a dwarf, a wizard and four hobbits. What will happen when she discovers something about herself - a mystery buried in time and darkness - and what will happen when the dark lord learns of her power in this tale? Will she survive?

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23. Chapter Twenty Two - Uruk-Hai

Sprinting through the forest, branches slapped my cheeks and left slight scratches on my pale flesh. My eyes fell on the two terrified Hobbits who were desperately trying to fight off a horde of circling Uruk-Hai; the two Hobbits I had been searching for ever since our momentary separation. A war cry slipped from my lips and I launched myself at our enemy, my dual swords swinging as they roared at me in anger. Soon, almost too soon, all lay dead and black oozing blood dripped from my sword onto the trampled ground underfoot. But, my Elven ears could pick up the sound of more running our way. My ears twitched from side to side as they tried to decide which way was the safest to run in. Turning to the two cowering Hobbits, I looked at them in annoyance and said,

“I told you to stay with me!”

“Sorry Authiel!” They chorused.  

Shaking my head at them, I looked over my shoulder and to my dismay more Uruk-Hai were running closer and closer to us.

“Run!” I ordered, “Run!”

                The Uruk-Hai were everywhere. Everywhere we ran they were gathered; snarling and growling at us as we flew past them.

“In there! Go!” I ordered when I saw the space beneath some fallen tree trunks.

“Stay quiet!” I whispered once we had dived into our safe hollow.

Thankfully, no Uruk’s saw where we had gone. We were safe; for now. I carefully wiped the black blood that sat thickly on my blades off. Constant throngs of Uruk’s sprinted past us and I had a strangling grip on my blades as my palms began to nervously sweat.

“Frodo!” Merry happily cried.

I looked up and to my disbelief and delight, there was Frodo hiding behind the tree just across from us.

“Hide here! Quick! Come on!” Pippin urged, beckoning.

Frodo looked at us, anguished, then shook his head.

“What’s he doin’?” Pippin asked.

Realisation flooded Merry’s face and he plainly said,

“He’s livin’!”

“No!” Pippin yelled, running out of our hiding place towards Frodo.

“Pippin!” Merry cried, running after him.

“Boys!” I hissed.

The mischievous dup were now out in the open and several Uruk-Hai were running down the hill; towards them.

“Run, Frodo! Go!” Merry quietly urged.

He cupped his hands and called to the oncoming horde,

“Hey! Hey you! Over here!”

“Hey!” Pippin yelled.

“Over here!”

“This way!”

Pippin frantically waved his arms above his head before they ran off in the  opposite direction and, much to my dismay, the horde swiftly followed after them.

“No!” I whispered.

Frodo looked after them, panic swarming his eyes as he watched the gruesome beasts chase them away from us.

“Come here!” I whisper-beckoned to the scared Hobbit.

                The terrified Hobbit quickly did as I asked, hearing the urgency in my voice. I dropped down to his height and anxiously spoke to him whilst I curiously looked from side to side in order to keep an eye out for any approaching dangers.

“Your journey from here on out will be dangerous and since you may be alone, you might need some help and guidance. I can help you there.”

Carefully, I placed my hand to one of his temples and the other to one of my own.

“If you need me, simply think my name and I will contact you. If it is urgent mention it in your thoughts, then I will visit you there. If it is not so urgent then I shall visit you when you sleep.”

“You can do that?” He asked in disbelief.

“Of course I can!”

I smiled at him before I whispered,


[Together we are connected!]

Then, I placed a tender kiss on the top of his head for good luck. I gripped his shoulders and whispered,

“Now run!”

Before I took off in the same direction as the two Hobbits.

                It did not take long to catch up with them. They were stood on an old stone bridge and watching in horror as hundreds of Uruks approached them from either side. I forced myself through eh Uruk’s thick mob, slicing down anyone who stood in my way. But they were closing in on my defenceless friends. Before I could do anything, an Uruk approached the two terrified Hobbits with its battle axe raised.

Thankfully, Boromir charged in. He knocked the Uruk back and killed it in his own blade.

“Where have you been!” I demanded as I sliced more of our contorted enemies to the ground; leaving only scattered limbs littered across the now blackened earth.

“I was … distracted!”

“Of course …”

He brought his Gondorian horn up to his lips and blew three loud blasts.

“Run!” I screamed to the Hobbits as more Uruks ran our way, since Boromir’s horn had grabbed their attention.

Boromir and I constantly killed the oncoming beasts, even Merry and Pippin were able to take down some of the foul Uruk-Hai.

But, that was when the Uruk-Hai leader slowly strode down the misty hilltop beneath the dark trees. Boromir continued to fight on; oblivious. Yet my heart was pounding in fear in my chest. Merry and Pippin continued to throw rocks at the surrounding beasts, not understanding the new danger that was approaching us. But, I saw the Captain pulling back its bow string and I watched the arrow flu through the air.

                Boromir jerked backwards as the blow slammed into his left shoulder. I froze mid-swing as Boromir fell to the ground before a solemn statue as the sunlight streamed by. I looked at him in shock as he began to breathe heavily. The Uruks began to close in but I was frozen in place, shock coursing through my veins.

Yet, Boromir let out a battle cry, rose and swung his sword at an Uruk close by. I heard the Uruk chieftain growl and I watched him walk further down the slope; stalking his prey. He released his bow string just as Boromir turned to look at him. A black arrow flew into his stomach. He fell to his knees again. Merry and Pippin looked on in shock; their rocks tumbling from their hands as their grips loosened on them.

Boromir looked up into my eyes, pleading, but against death there was little I could do. He looked at Merry and Pippin as well. Summoning his will to fight for us, the warrior swung his sword at another Uruk and boldly stands again; ignoring his pain.

The Captain shot one more time at him and it found its way into his bloody chest. Boromir fell to his knees for the final time and did not move. Swaying a little from side to side and blinking. The ox-horn was cloven in two and lay by his side.

                A sudden realisation slammed into my stomach and with all the strength I could muster, I lifted my dual blades and charged forwards with Merry and Pippin at my side.

“Ahhhhgggh!!!”They yelled with their swords held high above their heads.

                But, my blades were never able to collide with the already mutilated flesh of my foes. For I was forcefully lifted over an Uruk’s shoulder and my blades were abandoned on the bloody ground. I struggled, desperately trying to escape from its foul grasp. Instead, my head collided with something heavy. A dizziness fell on me and a dull ache drifted along the side of my head. A sticky liquid slipped down the side of my face and I watched as the red droplets slowly dripped to the floor; leaving a trail behind me.

Just before the darkness consumed me, I was able to utter to a single word,

“Legolas …” 

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