The armies inch closer, winding around our circle of warriors, so many of the enemy in numbers that they can completely surround us with a thick wall of men, and still have miles and miles behind the gates still marching for us.

We all edge closer together and hold our breath as they make formation.

We had decided before the armies surrounded us, to let the horses go. We did not want them to die with us in battle.

So I stand behind the king, Arwen on my left, Legolas on my right.

The dwarf, who stands by my elf on the other side, huffs. "Never thought I'd die standing side by side with an elf," he grumbles.

"What about side by side with a friend?" Legolas responds and looks down at him.

He looks surprised but nods. "Aye. I could do that."

I breathe, wrapping my fingers around my elf's hand that does not clutch the sword.

He squeezes slightly in return.

I look up at him as he looks at me. "Together," he says with a star in his eye.

I swallow. But lift my head to him, so tall as he stands. I nod and look back at Aragorn who walks slowly ahead...

The king turns around, with a redness of fresh tears in his eyes, but perhaps not the tears of sadness. "For Frodo," he says quietly, but surely, a triumph in his eyes that I can finally see; a King of Gondor as he should be.

He turns then, charging towards the sea of demons with sword in hand, the mighty cloak of Minas Tirith flowing behind him in flashes of red as the sun peaks over the Mountain  of Fire, creating a silhouette before us.

I hear cries from both Merry and Pippin as they run after him with a fury in their wee legs racing behind the king, the courage of hobbits never ceasing to amaze us all.

Without more hesitation I dart forward, my elf right at my side as all of us begin to let out battle cries. The ground shakes with the stampede of our army right at my tail.

The wind pushes any stray locks of hair back as my legs fly across the grey dirt. I grip my sword with all ten fingers as we near the crowd of orcs with spears held out towards us.

I feel our army break apart theirs and I fling my blade left, pushing aside a spearhead and bringing my sword back to fling down upon the head of one in front of me without a helmet, tearing his skull apart with a burst of black blood.

I pull the metal from him and leap over his head, doing a front flip and landing down on one's back, using my blade to slice open the thing's throat, hopping again to the ground. I lunge my sword to the left with a cry, cutting across an orc's spine, a Gondorian soldier stabbing him to finish him off.

I cut across steel and black leather, blood erupting onto the ash.

I fight by Lord Elrond who is slinging his sword around in spins and twirls, splitting through the air and through flesh with incredible swiftness.

Behind him Merry stands fighting. But I keep an eye on him and thrust my sword over his head, hitting an orc's chest hard with it. The halfling stabs his blade into the belly of the beast with rage as I look over my shoulder, at the goblin that meets his end by the flying ax of a dwarf. A scout in leather armor leaps over him and slings both his long knives opposite each other to cut apart two orcs at once. An elven arrow pierces one behind the man.

Though we all fight so close there is no room to breathe as the armies of the Black Gate press on towards us.

If I am to die here, and I will, then I want to make them bleed while I can.

I charge forward, lunging my body into the air and crash down on an orc with a sword through his back. I look up at the unknown elf that I just saved. But he looks up over me, his brown hair blowing. "Roll!" he says and immediately I obey, thrusting my body to the left as an orc sword hits the ground where I was.

I stand to my feet and pull my weapon from the corpse beside me as the elf slices off the creature's arm and sends it with a string of blood down to the dirt. I clutch my sword and cut the thing's neck.

My eyes flash to the left of me as I see a brute tackle the Rhûn captain to the ground and mar his flesh with his broadsword, staining the ground with splashes of red as he screams in pain.

An ax pierces the orc's back as Gimli runs forward, plucking it from the monster. But the captain is already dead.

I run forward as the dwarf fights another orc with a long halberd, leaping into the air and crushing my heel down on the wooden stick, breaking it and continuing forward as I see another goblin stab a man of Rohan. I grasp my knife and thrust it forward, the handle leaving my fingers and shooting across the air, sticking into the orc's neck with a scream from the creature as it chokes on it and falls to the ground.

I am pushed over just then, a grunt leaving my lips as my shoulder hits the ground. I feel my body twirl around to look at the orc standing over me, an evil scowl pulling his black lips back, the slime of his teeth almost dripping.

An arrow flies into the flesh of his cheek and I throw him off me, using my sword to stab down his rib cage with fury. I look to my left at the hand that is offered to me.

I take it quickly, placing my heel back on the ground and standing to my feet.

Legolas looks into my eyes and then with a quick arm movement he sticks out his knife that stabs an orc approaching from his right, not even having to look in the direction.

I am about to speak a horn blowing gets our attention.

After I take out a goblin running our way I look up to the hill at the army that stands there... a new army. Tall beings stand shoulder to shoulder after the deep trumpet sounds. Their helmets so familiar, made of gold and of silver steel, beautifully forged that captures the rays of the peaking sun.

But immediately my eyes are on who stands in front of this company. He rides a great beast of the forest; an enormous elk that is covered in magnificent armor. His long white blonde hair flows down on his shoulders from under a thin diatom, silver armor on his shoulders and chest. He stands proud there, a captain of familiar looks beside him. She has brown leather armor and wears her russet hair back in a twist to keep it out of the way. Unlike the Rhûn scouts her armor is a brilliant color of caramel and designs shine around the edges.

I smile when her eyes catch mine and with a cry from the King of Mirkwood, their army races down the hill, breaking apart the circle of orc that surrounded us. I sense Legolas staring as I do. But the two of us run forward, spinning and slinging blades in different directions, the blood of the unholy staining the ground we tread on.

I race with speed in my legs and spirit, blocking a savage creature's blow from the left and thrusting him back with a shove. I leap over another just ahead as he throws a sword to my feet, spinning and slicing open his neck from above.

I turn as another throws down on my head, blocking it with my sword in the air, one hand on the handle, the other on the blade. I hold him back with a heaved breath, the weight of this large creature pushing back on me.

But it is trampled by the horns of a beast and then giant hooves kick it dead. I look up at Thranduil who rides his elk in front of me. He peers down at me with a confident eye.

"I never thought I'd see you again," I say to him.

"This war belongs to all of Middle Earth, dear. I will fight for it," his smooth deep voice replies to me.

I smile up at him in agreement, fine with the fact that I will see my last days alive with him at my side. I belong here with my people, and he knows he belongs here as well.

"Behind you," he says.

I whirl around with my blade ready to strike, it clashing with another's. I slide it back and thrust it at the orc's thigh, then back up on his chest.

I throw my other knife from my belt, to the right, it piercing into the shoulder of a beast running to me.

I charge forward, throwing down my sword to the back of one's shins at it clashes blades with King Théoden. He stabs him through the gut when I do and lets him fall to the ash.

I turn to face a snarling goblin that lifts an ax and I spin, slicing open his abdomen to let his slime covered guts spill onto the ground.

I feel the air become crowded with blood, wails, and clinging of steel. All around me we fight close, but our men are not afraid. The armies press on to us, miles of extras ready to take arms. They surround us... but this does not shut me down. It wakes me up.

I yank my knife from the body of an orc and stick it in its sheath just as a mutated orc chases towards me from ahead. I roll on the ground to avoid the blow of another and leap to my feet.

A roar escapes the demon's mouth and he flings again, clashing his blade with mine as I swing it away with strength. I shove my sword forward, but he swings his over my head after I duck. Coming back up I stab through his ribs as he growls out of pain and my hands touch the leather armor, thrusting him to the dirt.

I jump aside as the other tries to get my legs. I pull out my sword quickly and spin around, smacking the goblin in the head with the butt of my handle. He staggers back and I take that opportunity to spin my blade around and cry out, slashing his head clean off with my sword.

I run forward, ducking the swing of a mighty troll's club and racing ahead, leaping over anther running orc, causing him to fall back and I stand by the White Wizard.

I throw my blade upwards knocking the sword from a beast with a heavy blow and using both hands on the weapon to stab through the thing's torso.

"Vilora!" I hear someone call distantly.

I whirl around to slice an orc's arm off and I hear it again.

I turn to see Legolas shoving a dead orc to the ground and then runs up to me. "Amen mela lle," he speaks surely.

I hesitate, my mind not really on this so I don't know what he said. He turns to slice off the head of an approaching orc and looks back at me. But I remember now what that means: I love you.

He clutches my arms and stares into my eyes. "Will you marry me?"

My heart pounds in my chest. In a near death experience I can only think about what he just said to me.

A snarling behind me should have captured my attention but it doesn't. And he finishes the demon off without me even moving.

I snap out of my trance and turn around to another monster about to lop my head off. I spin out of the way and send my blade past his spine, yanking it out again and kicking him hard in the stomach to knock him over.

I turn to my elf. "Now?" I ask in surprise.

"No if we live..." he grunts and stabs a fighting orc with his double knives. "After this is all over."

My head spins out of thought and out of mind.

"Legolas," I get his attention and he runs to me. I clutch his collar with my free hand. "I love you too," I breathe.

A smile gleams in his eyes and appears upon his lips.

"I don't want to die here, unmarried to you," I say.

He turns around as a roaring occurs behind him and thrusts his right sword left and his left sword right, clashing with the steel of the beast and then stabbing through his torso.

"Legolas!" I say over the noise. "Marry me!"

He walks to me and thinks, looking immensely excited. He then looks over to the left. "Gandalf!" he gets the wizard's attention.

He stabs an orc and looks at him.

"Marry us!" Legolas says.

He looks at us with a bit of shock and confusion He is about to protest, a frown on his face, as another goblin runs at him. I whirls his staff in one hand and his sword in the other, taking out two of them as they fight. He turns again with a heavy breath. "Can it wait?!"

"Not really," Legolas says as I laugh.

He smacks an orc with a grunt behind him. "You need papers!"

"Use this!" I kick a metal shield in the dirt.

I thrust my sword up to my left as I hear a screeching and my blade hits hard iron. I smash my knee into the gut of the demon with a grunt and throw my knife into the collarbone of a yellow-toothed goblin ahead.

"Gandalf now!" The elf says, still at my side.

The two of us run around the wizard, fighting off enemies as he points his staff at the shield on the ground.

I grab the arm of an orc who charges at him and Legolas's sword lunges down, cutting it clean off. I spin around, slicing its neck and then smack the sword of another, elbowing it in the face then turning around to stab him through the chest.

Legolas tosses the knife I had used to throw at one, to me and I fling it backwards, it sticking into the shoulder of a demon. I kick him hard in the legs, causing him to fall back as an arrow from another elven archer pierces his head.

I look up when I see white, catching Gandalf's staff in my hands and running to the shield.

A mighty swing of Legolas's long blade and an orc approaching me is decapitated.

I hold the staff, pointing the bottom of it at the hunk of metal below the pledge Gandalf had written and signed his name at, and I speak "Vilora Stormborn." The name appears on the shield as my back is protected by a sword in the hands of the wizard.

I wait until my elf turns around and throw the staff to him.

I pull out my sword from the ground and charge forward, swapping places with him.

I clash weapons with a snarling goblin, my hands straining as I push hard against he metal. Gandalf's sword hits his back and he squeals, allowing me to cut open his side and kick him to the ground.

A Mirkwood elf runs by fighting an orc with struggle.

I sling my sword at its stomach, leaving an open cut of black slime on its skin. It is stabbed through the neck and I turn around, hearing Gandalf again.

Legolas stands by me, locking arms with mine.

I laugh when I hear the wizard as he says, "Here under the sun, in the day of Eru Ilúvatar, I unite two—!" He lets out a battle cry when he smacks an orc in the nose with his sword hard enough to kill him. "I unite these two with the power gifted by He among the stars—!" He kills another who runs ahead of him, cutting a deep wound in the thing's side with fury.

To the left I catch a look of blue eyes and light hair. Thranduil looks our direction with puzzle, his eyes widened.

"Duck!" I hear Legolas say and I quickly do so, hearing the tear of flesh above me as he stabs an orc with a grunt.

I kick the beast's leg, my hand still holding Legolas's.

I spring back to my feet as he pulls me close, his other hand holding my back.

"Vilora Stormborn do you pledge your love to me now, to stay by my side until death takes us both?" he asks with a held back smile of excitement, love in his bright blue eyes, his nose just inches from mine.

"I do!" I respond joyfully with happiness spreading through my veins.

"Behind you."

I do a flip over his arm and smack my heel against an orc's head in the process, letting the beast fall to the ground before I stab him in the back.

I move to the right quickly to avoid another sword and stab its calf to my left with its own knife.

My elf finishes him off with a quick blow and grabs my arm as to return me to my feet. "Legolas Greenleaf," I start as his head whips back around to look into my eyes, "do you take me to be your wife—?" We switch places quickly, still locked arms, and I block the rusty blade of a beast with a swing and grip my sword, cutting down on the monster's leg with a tear.

"To share in my adventures," I continue, "to hold me close as my husband and never let me go?"

I toss my weapon into the air and catch it again quickly, slashing hard upon the face of another, sending it back into its friends with a bloody bridge of a nose.

His hand whips me back to hold me there in front of him. He smiles at me. "I most certainly do."

I feel myself grin so happily as he does.

But I lift my elbow to smack an orc as he runs to me, hitting him hard in the jaw.

Demons push at us from all around as they press into our army.

We run together, letting our arms slide until it is just our hands that cling together, our arms stretched out as an orc runs to us. But we lower down to trip him, his stomach hitting our limbs as we flip him past us.

A Rhûn soldier kills him with a knife and we run on. I swipe my sword horizontally towards an orc but it is stopped by its weapon with a crash. I bring my leg up hard, kicking him between the legs but then slice down the side of his neck, slinging blood into the air.

I turn to hit blades with a goblin as he snarls at me. I leap into the air, spinning and throwing a nasty kick to his cheek, sending him face forward to the dirt as I land on my feet.

The White Wizard stabs his sword down upon him, the thing making a yelping sound but then growing limp.

Gandalf looks at my elf and I. "And with the pledges you give to each other and the authority I have to place upon both of you this vow, I declare the two of you joined in love and loyalty; as husband and wife."

I hear a gasp and look to my left to see young Merry standing there with a look of surprise on his face as he watches us.

I duck just in time and turn around to stab my sword into the flesh of an enemy, sinking the metal into its rib cage.

I pull it back out when the thing screams and drop my weapon, spinning and throwing my arms around my Legolas and planting my lips against his.

His arms drop his blade and he wraps them around my waist as we kiss in the midst of the battle field. His lips adjust on mine, the soft feel of his flesh and the taste of maple on my mouth, though his hands grip me tightly, his face stays gentle. Nothing else matters. The creatures and races around us fighting with bloodshed and sweat, the sorrow and pain, the struggle and the agony, everything fades into bliss. I don't care if I die here. But anywhere I go I want him there with me. As long as he's here I will be happy.

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