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CHILDREN OF ARDA DUOLOGY ⋆ ☄.
♯ ❝ WAR IS A SHADOW THAT DARKNESS THE LAND ❞
CHAPTER FORTY ONE ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
˚ ₊ ♡ the third age ─── year 3019
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❝ 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙,
𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙝 𝙛𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 ❞

THE SIGHT BEFORE HER WAS ONE AKIN TO A DREAM SHE WOULD WAKE UP FROM ANY MOMENT. AND REALISE HIS GHOST WOULD HAUNT HER TOO, but as she blinked and the sight remained unwavering her heart stutters in her chest.

Her eyes flicker to Elgarain, who holds her lover's hand in her own, tight and unrelenting as if he would slip through her fingers. The way her complexion had brightened at the mere presence of Aragorn was astonishing. Little life had returned to the paleness of her skin and the sight of illness repressed by the warmth of his hand in hers. It made Gyda smile.

"You've returned, how?" Gyda moves closer, stopping when she was right in front of him. Her eyes observe his tired frame and bloodied clothes. She remembered the height of the cliffs and the unforgiving current of the river below. How he had survived was a miracle on its own, but the fact that he had made it back so quickly even more so. Taking in a deep breath, Gyda let her eyes move until they rested on the sword at his side.

Her father's sword back within reach.

"Brego found me at the riverbank." Aragorn breaths out, smiling at the barely visible smile that graces Gyda's face. Even at the return of her friend, she masked her emotions well.

"Never thought I'd be grateful to a horse," Gimli mutters under his breath.

Gyda chuckles, looking at Elgarain who stands next to him before catching his eyes once more.

"I'm glad you've come back to us mellon nin." She expresses warmly.

Taking a hold of the sword at his side, Aragorn holds it out for Gyda.

This time Gyda cannot suppress the tears gathering in her eyes. Her fingers ghost over the pommel, before firmly grabbing the sword. She holds it close to her chest, relief clear on her face and the glistening of longing in her eyes were like shining stars in the night.

As if her father's presence comes for her, the feeling of his touch reaches her the moment the sword is back by her side. Familiar, warm and comforting. The barely there movement of the wind makes her close her eyes for a moment. Basking in it.

Before anyone can react, Gyda sprung forward and threw her arms around Aragorn's towering frame. "Thank you. Thank you." She murmured in his shoulder.

A moment passes and her frame grows rigid before she suddenly sprang backwards, eyes drawn to the floor as her uncharacteristic response catches up to her.

No one speaks for a moment before she gathers her thoughts again. She swallows, before looking up to meet his eyes once more. "Truly. Thank you for returning it to me."

Aragorn places his right hand against his heart and bows, perhaps hoping to make Gyda feel more comfortable by using the formal gesture of the Elves.

Gyda dips her own head in response.

From behind her, Legolas approaches with a broad smile, the blues of his eyes even lighter as if new life had been found in them at the sight of their returned friend.

He places a gentle hand on his shoulder and spoke, "Welcome back Mellon Nin."

From her other side, Gimli bounds forward, a grin on his bearded face that made his eyes crinkle. "You've taken quite de beating lad." He mused seriously.

Though having watched the four of them with a smile on her face, Elgarain felt it fade as she looks at his wounds again. "Let me take a look at your injuries."

But Aragorn shook his head. "There are more important matters, anarinya. I have to speak with the King."

At those words, Gyda frame tenses. She purses her lips worriedly at the tone of his voice and her hands immediately moves to rest on the pommel of her sword.

Elgarain frowns and Gyda knows the Elleth struggles to let him go without tending to his wounds. "All right," she says finally with a small sigh. "But I'm taking you to the infirmary immediately after."

A smile appears on his tired face, and he steps forward to gently place a kiss on her forehead.

At the sight, her own unconsciously draws to Legolas only to find him already looking at her. The blues of his eyes swirl with a longing she knows deep down is reflected in her own.

He smiles at her.

Her heart stutters.

A moment passes before they all start walking down the lit corridors of the keep that would lead them to their destination.

King Théoden stands, hands placed on the table as he leans forward to look at the maps and drawn out plans in front of him. The weariness she had seen when he had just been released from the spell of their enemy once more returned.

As the large door opens further and creaks, it drawn the attention of the king and his generals. At the sight of Aragorn, his eyes widened a small flicker of relief in his eyes at the sight of the man. .

"Lord Aragorn," the king greets him. "I'm glad to see you alive."

Aragorn nods his head. "As am I, though I'm afraid I come bearing bad news." The chilling nature of his words makes King Théoden stand up straight as if preparing himself for the blow carried out by the words spoken next.

"A great host is heading this way. It appears as though all Isengard has emptied." He reveals.

"How many?"

"Ten thousand strong at least."

Gyda can feel her breath hitch.

"Ten thousand?" the king repeats worriedly though he tries to mask it.

"It is an army bred for a single purpose," Aragorn continued, "to destroy the world of men."

Her heart skips a beat in her chest, the mere idea of the might that approaches them reminds her of the forces of Mordor.

As if sensing the way her thoughts drift away, Legolas places a hand on her back, pressing between her shoulder blades. It grounds her, and whisks away the oncoming memories. She breathes in deeply, before squaring her shoulders. Her jaw tenses as determination breaks through the surface.

"They will be here by nightfall," Aragorn states surely.

King Théoden sighs. "Let them come." He turns to look at Erkenbrand. "I want every man and strong lad able to bear arms to be ready for battle by nightfall." Her mind immediately goes to little Éothain.

Then he moves back to the table on which a map of the keep was placed. He points at the gate. "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 no rabble of mindless Orcs," Gimli dissuades, leaning on his axe as he stares at the king. "These are Uruk-Hai. Their armor is thick and their shields broad."

Théoden narrows his eyes. "I have fought many wars, Master Dwarf. I know how to defend my own keep." He argues and in turn Gyda narrows her own eyes.

"You have not fought a war such as this. " Gyda pauses as the King's eyes find her own, "The magnitude of this has only ever been seen during the Second Age, when Sauron still walked among his disciples. What comes for us, should not be underestimated, even behind the walls of Helm's Deep."

"They will break upon this fortress like water on a rock," Théoden replied firmly, refusing to listen to both dwarf and elf. "Saruman's hordes will pillage and burn. We've seen it before. Crops can be resown, homes rebuilt. Within these walls we will outlast them."

Gyda clenches her jaw.

Aragorn steps forward and approaches the king. "They do not come to destroy Rohan's crops or villages. They've come to destroy its people, down to the last child."

Finally, the king's resolve breaks and Gyda wonders if all his bravado had been a resolve to fuel his own courage and not cave into the hopelessness. "What would you have me do? Take a look at the men outside. 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."

Gyda turns as Elgarain comes to stand next to Aragorn, a pleading look on her face. "Send out riders, my Lord," she proposes "It's not too late to call for aid."

Théoden's gaze turns to her and the defeat in his eyes catches her of guard. "And who will come? Elves? Dwarves? Rohan is not so lucky in our friends. The old alliances are dead."

"Gondor will answer," Aragorn promises unwavering.

"Gondor?" Théoden spat. "Where was Gondor when the Westfold fell? Where was Gondor when our enemies were closing in around us? Where was Gon-" He cuts himself off and takes a deep breath to calm himself. "No, my lord Aragorn, we are alone."

Aragorn looks at him, but the despair in the king's eyes silences even him.

"Erkenbrand, get the women and children into the caves," Théoden instructs as he begins to walk towards the door."

"We need more time to lay provisions-"

"There is no time! War is upon us!"

Erkenbrand bows his head and with those words, the king left the hall. His generals quickly follow to carry out their orders, leaving only the members of the broken fellowship behind.

Her worries at the spoken words of the King make her turn to Elgarain.

"Elgarain..." Gyda calls out softly and by the tone of her voice, she already knew what her guard would ask of her.

"I will not stay behind."

Gyda moves closer to her, "Elgarain, it is dangerous, and I know your capabilities have grown immensely over the years, but this... this is bigger than most of us have ever faced before."

"I know and I appreciate your concern, nesa, but it is my duty as both healer and queen to help these people. I will not hide in caves while men die on the battlefield."

"And what of you? What if you perish during the fight? What of your people, what of Lindon?" Gyda argues firmly.

Elgarain smiles wistfully. "My father told me once that to lead is to sacrifice, even your life if necessary. Tell me, would you bow to a ruler who refuses to join his people in battle?"

She wants to argue, but Gyda's resolve cracks at the look on the elleth's face. It is as if the ghost of Gil-galad stares back at her.

A proud grin rises on Gyda's face despite the pit in her stomach. "You've grown much Tarinya."

Elgarain places a hand on Gyda's arm. "I've had many great examples to follow." Then she smiles. "If it eases your worry, I won't be standing on the front line. Me and the other healers will provide the best care we can to those unable to make it to the infirmary. I promise I will only fight to protect myself and others, not to attack."

"Then I shall make sure no enemies shall come near you." Her own hand wraps around her arm.

"Ni 'lassui," Elgarain says with a bow of her head. Then she turns to Aragorn. "Now, you're coming with me to the infirmary."

Slowly the rest of the Fellowship disbands in different directions.

War was coming and there was no time to waste.

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𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝘮𝘢𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦, 𝙮𝙤𝙪
𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝘪𝘯 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝘮𝘺 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚

─ maría casares

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GYDA FINDS ÉOTHAIN AMONG THE MEN OF ROHAN PREPARING FOR BATTLE. HE LOOKS EVEN YOUNGER AS HE LUGS around a sword far too long for him. The chainmail clinks as he tries to swing his sword at a wooden post. The strain in his muscles makes his arms shake with every ill-managed swing.

She can see the frustration in his eyes, and the tears.

"Éothain." She calls out and the boy's head shoots up to look at her. His blonde fringe is marred with dirt and sweat, sticking to his forehead.

"You came back." He breaths out, lowering the sword in his hands.

A sad smile graces her face. "I promised, didn't I?" She approaches him and crouches down to his height. "Have your sister and mother gone to the caves?"

At the mention of his family a fresh set of tears roll down his red cheeks and he hastily wipes them away and sniffles whilst nodding. "I couldn't stay with them."

Gyda is remembered of King Théoden's order. "It's okay to be frightened Éothain." She promises wiping away the tears on his face before holding his face gently in her hands. "War is scary."

His body shakes and Gyda's heart breaks for him. "But I know you'll be brave. Just like you were when your village was attacked. You protected your sister then too. Just like you will now." She continues softly.

Slowly she takes the sword from his hand and he lets her without complain. "But this will not do." She mutters.

The boy watches follows her silently as she pulls him along with her towards the smithery where the flames still burn fiercely and the men labor without rest. Her eyes move over the weapons before they land on a smaller sword.

"This will serve you better." She tells him, "not too big or too heavy to carry or swing."

Gyda nods at the blacksmith as the leave again and she leads Éothain further away from the crowd up the stairs and back to where she had found him earlier that day.

She picks him up and sets him down on one of the barrels. The lid is sealed tightly but she can smell the oil inside.

From her pouch she produces a small wet stone and she recalls her father's words. "A sharp sword will help you face your enemy, but a dull one will turn against you." The stone glides over the edge of the sword.

Éothain peers over her shoulder curiously.

"Have you fought with a sword before?" She inquires.

He slouches, "Father said I was too young..."

Her hand wavers on the next glide of the stone.

"He never got to teach me." He adds in a much softer voice.

She smiles sadly at him, "War is a shadow that darkens the land, leaving scars that time cannot easily mend."

A shadow is cast over Éothains's gaze as he looks down at his feet sorrowfully.

One final glide and Gyda turns to look at him again and speaks with conviction "I shall teach you what I can."

Éothain eagerly nods, pushing himself off of the barrel, eyes flashing with a determination akin to her own.

"First, the most important part..."

Their training continued, from the basics to the swinging of their swords and while the boy had promise, one could never expect him to learn everything in a mere day and as eve approached, she still feared he'd be sent to his death...how so many would be send to their death.

The boy was breathing heavily, but his stance had improve and he could parry some simple attacks. In fear of diminishing his accomplishments and in turn his confidence, she didn't attack him with much skill. She could not bring herself to put out the hope in his eyes that raged in his eyes like flames.

The sun was setting, and darkness loomed on the horizon and Gyda lowers her sword. "You should rest now Éothain." She encourages as the boy looks at her with a frown.

"But—"

"No, you must preserve your energy for the battle to come. It will do you no good to train more."

"Oh." He swallows nervously, eyes peering up at her through his dark lashes. "Do you think I'll..."

Do you think I'll make it?

The silence is heavy and Gyda feels a familiar pressure on her chest that makes her heart stutter with fear.

"I don't know." The honesty of it hurts.

Éothain flinches but Gyda will not give him idle words, not when it comes to real war. "You may die... I may die." Her gaze drifts sideways, over the keep and the high walls where the land stretches out before them. "We all may never see the sun rise again."

Éothain says nothing but looks over the walls where the sun slowly sinks beneath the horizon.

"Rest Éothain." With those words, Gyda slowly parts way with him again and with a last glance over her shoulder at the boy clutching his swords she moves down the stairs.

She pauses in her step at the sight of Legolas. His blonde hair almost silver in the darkness, flowing like a waterfall of moonlight.

"Have you been here long?" She whispers once she reaches the last step.

He graces her with a small smile and a nod. "I heard you were helping the boy from before." He pauses. "I didn't want to interrupt."

Something unspoken remains in the silence. I wanted to be near you.

"I fear it won't be long before they arrive." Gyda beaths out slowly.

Legolas sighs his own heart heavy with the knowledge of the enemy they'll face. Of the odds they were facing.

"We might die tonight." She adds softly, eyes gazing up at the light of the moon that has arrived and shone between the dark clouds that held a promise of heavy rain. "It makes me sad to think of what will happen to the people of Rohan."

"It strange to think this is where it might end." She whispers after a moment of silence. Mind drifting to Gimli, to Gandalf, Galion and Arwen, the twins back in Rivendell. Her friends back home, little Theon. The hobbits that so bravely followed Frodo in his quest...

It made her think of the people she'd lost. Boromir, her father and mother ─ their king.

It made her think of the people she could still lose.

"In the face of adversity, the spirit of the Eldar shines brightest, for we are bound by hope and undying resolve." He speaks softly.

Gyda hums, forlorn eyes drifting across the courtyard below them.

A soft hand graces her fingers and draws her attention back to Legolas. The look on his face makes her falter, the emotions in his eyes shining as bright as the moon.

"My heart cannot bear to lose you Gyda." The honesty makes her posture stiffen.

Legolas reaches for both her hands and she lets him. "Not now...not ever."

"Legolas..."

Under the soft glow of the moonlit sky the air grows thicker, their eyes meet, a silent conversation passing between them, a language of unspoken words that had been building between them for longer than Gyda dares to admit.

He, with his eyes filled with vulnerability, reaches out with a trembling hand, tracing the curve of her cheek with his fingertips. Her breath catches in her throat, her heart pounding in her chest, feeling the warmth of his touch like a gentle caress on her skin.

Time seems to slow down, the world around them fading away in the background, leaving only the two of them in that moment of quiet intimacy.

With a shaky breath, her own hand lifts and reaches for his hand, mirroring the gesture. Her fingers brushing against his, sending shivers down her spine. Their eyes lock, a mix of longing and fear reflecting in her gaze.

"Legolas..." She repeats as he leans in closer, their breaths mingling. Their eyes meet again, reflecting the flickering flames of distant torches and moonlight. In that shared gaze they acknowledge that this might be their last chance. Slowly, the space between them shrinks until their lips finally meet in a soft, hesitant kiss.

A kiss that held the weight of unspoken emotions, a culmination of stolen glances, lingers touches, and sweet relief. Their lips move together tentatively at first, exploring the uncharted territories of each other's mouth, the taste of sweetness and a hidden spark of desire lingering on their tongues.

As the kiss deepens, their arms found their way around each other, pulling each other closer, their bodies fitting together as if they were two halves of a whole.

Time seemed to stand still as they lost themselves in the kiss. No thoughts of the impending battle or the fear that came with their dwindling odds of survival. The world faded away leaving only the sensation of warmth. It was a kiss that said a thousand unspoken words, and even a promise of all the things they had yet to say.

When they finally pull away, their foreheads rest against each other. Gyda's eyes remain close for a moment longer basking in the sensation. Her traitorous heart whispers words her brain had always denied. You love him. you'll always love him.

When she finally let's her eyes flutter open, her eyes meet his own. They are glazed over with the intensity of the moment. In that quiet, stolen moment, they knew that something had changed between them, something irrevocable and beautiful. A content sigh left her lips, and the longing for more lingers.

Her fingers still tremble as she cups his cheek, as if memorizing the contours of his face. His eyes a storm of emotions. He leans into her touch, savouring the touch of her hand against his skin.

They both know the risks they face, the possibility this might be their last night together. No more words were exchanged, yet they are content in the knowledge that they have taken the first step into a love that promised to burn brightly for eternity.

With a final lingering touch they part once more as a bell toils into the night.

They must return to their friends.

He pulls her with him as they approach the packed armory as the last of Rohan left standing to fight searched for appropriate weapons. Inside by a table of swords and axes, they see Gimli standing and they approach him silently.

His eyes trail to their interwoven hands but he says nothing as they help the people of Edoras by handing out weapons and inspecting them keenly. The work in silence, the chatter of people low and solemn around them.

It does not take long for Elgarain and Aragorn to find them again.

"Farmers, farriers, stable boys," Aragorn says quietly as he stops next to them, eyes inspecting the room and the people inside. "These are no soldiers."

"Most have seen too many winters," Gimli says.

"Or too few," Legolas adds.

"No matter their age, even experience and youth cannot be certain of triumph with the evil we face tonight." Gyda mutters softly.

Legolas shook his head. "Look at them, they're frightened. I can see it in their eyes."

The spoken words were easily heard above the quietness of the room.

The room fell silent, and Aragorn looks at his friend with a questioning frown.

This time, Legolas was smart enough to voice his worries in Sindarin. "Boe a hûn: neled herain dan caer menig!"

Gyda' frowns at his despair, the way he sounded so...so lost.

"Si beriathar hýn. Amar nâ ned Edoras," Aragorn tries to reason.

"Aragorn, men i ndagor. Hýn ú-... ortheri. Natha daged aen!"

"Then I shall die as one of them!" Aragorn's voice bellowed and echoed around the room.

Gyda winced, watching the two friends stare at each other. Then, after a moment Aragorn turned around stormed out of the room. Legolas goes forward but Gyda reaches out to hold him back.

The touch of her hand around his arm halts him easily.

"Let him go, lad," Gimli speaks, "let him be."

Gyda sighs solemnly seeing the despair on Legolas's face. She slowly uncurls her fingers from his arm and turns instead to look at Elgarain.

The Elleth stares longingly at the door Aragorn had disappeared through, a thoughtful frown on her face.

"Elgarain?" Gyda tries to draw her attention as she speaks softly from behind her. "May I speak with you for moment?"

Gyda watches her blink, as if banishing her current thoughts away. "What's going on?"

Gently Gyda pulls her along toward a more clear area and stops. "I wanted you to have this." Moving to remove her glaive from her back, she holds it out in front of her.

Elgarain's eyes widen, hesitant to reach for the weapon. "Your glaive? Are you sure?"

Gyda places the weapon in her hands. "Yes. No sword will serve you as well as this will. The weapon of our people belongs with their Queen."

Gyda watches with a small smile as her fingers curl around the weapon. "I-" all words of protest died on her lips. She smiles. "Thank you."

"In the chaos of battle, find solace in your training Elgarain," she urges as her worries surface once more, "Know your limits and don't overreach. Remain aware of your surroundings. Vigilance can be your strongest armour."

"I'll try," she says. "I wish Galion was here to fight with us."

"I do too," she whispers. "It would make me feel better, knowing he was there to watch our backs."

The sound of a door opening makes the pair turn around. Aragorn had returned to the room and heads towards where the chainmail shirts are kept. As he starts putting the armour on, Legolas hesitantly approaches his friend. He takes his sword and once Aragorn finishes with the knots of his jerkin the Ellon hands him the blade.

Aragorn pauses, then takes the sword with a grateful smile.

"We have trusted you this far and you have not let us astray," Legolas explains. "Forgive me. I was wrong to despair."

With a shake of his head, Aragorn places a hand on his shoulder. "Ú-moe edhored, Legolas."

Legolas nods, a smile appearing on his features.

A smile of her own finds its way on Gyda's face at the sight of the two before it falters as she looks around the room.

A horn blew in the distance and panicked murmurs start, but Gyda recognizes the sound.

"That is no Orc horn," Legolas breathes with sudden excitement. He dashes towards the door and Gyda was quick to follow.

They run through the hallway of the fortress towards the gate. The horn sounds again, echoing through the valley like a beacon of hope.

Only a horn of elven make could produce such a harmonious and yet foreboding sound.

"Open the gate!" the guard atop the wall shouts.

She rounds the corner and grins as she tops next to Legolas.

An entire army of Lothlórien Elves marches in perfect formation through the gates. They wear blue and grey uniforms and each of them carries a sword and a bow.

A familiar figure steps forward, wearing armour and a red cloak. Haldir walks up to face King Théoden, who was staring at the army with wide disbelieving eyes.

"How is this possible?" he wonders.

"I bring word from Lord Elrond of Rivendell and Lady Galadriel of Lothlórien," he starts. "An alliance once existed between Elves and Men. Long ago we fought and died together. We come to honor that allegiance."

Aragorn walks down the stairs, a smile on his face. "Mae govannen, Haldir."

Haldir bows but Aragorn pulls him into a hug.

"You are most welcome," Aragorn said as he stepped back.

"We are proud to fight alongside Men once more."

Elgarain shakes her head. "I-I don't understand. How did you know you were needed here?"

"Lady Galadriel heard your call for help, Tari Elgarain," Haldir explains, and as his eyes flicker to where Vilya rested on her finger, his face says what his words did not.

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AUTHOR'S NOTE;
AHHHH STAY CALM EVERYONE IT HAS HAPPENED! I REPEAT IT HAS FINALLY HAPPENED! I can't even belief it myself!! My bbys finally together ( sorta!? ) but they KISSED !! I'm so happy ahhh. This story and legolas and Gyda's dynamics have such a special space in my heart— I think they're my favorite couple I have ever written for and the slow burn angst, one step forward two steps back shit was my SHIT! But onward toward happy days! I still promise angst ( hehe Nel I'm looking at you 👀 bc Elgarain and Gyda ugh) but no more gyda running away from her feelings for her future hubby. ( 🥰 happy life whoop whoop )

Thank you all with sticking with the slowburn! I hope I have done it well, and have done their MOMENT justice ! Please leave some love on this chapter, it would mean the world to meeeee 💓💓💓💓

Elvish translations

Mellon Nin
my friend

Tarinya
My queen

Ni 'lassui
I am glad

Boe a hûn: neled herain dan caer menig
and they should be, three hundred against ten thousand!

Si beriathar hýn. Amar nâ ned Edoras,
They have more hope of defending themselves here than at Edoras.

Aragorn, men i ndagor. Hýn ú-... ortheri. Natha daged aen!
They cannot win this fight. They are all going to die!

Ú-moe edhored, Legolas.
There is nothing to forgive Legolas

Mae govannen, Haldir.
Well met, haldir