Authors note: Yes. yes. I know. This is way overdue. I am really sorry. I really can't keep up with anything in my life right now. XD

Anyways, here you go! Don't hate me. The title serves as a warning.

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LARALEN

Dawn had arrived and so had she.

First we heard a rustle and the screeching laughter of the shadow monsters. Then her laughter came and I felt something in the pit of my stomach.

I felt fear. The desperate kind. I hold on to Bleon because my gut instinct tells me she had not come here for nothing and I wish it would be over already.

Her laughter turned maniacally evil that it sent the hairs on my skin to stand up. I stand, almost pulling Bleon harshly with me. He was still half asleep but his eyes were wide with fear. I turned to watch Thranduil stand closer to Mantheniel who was already holding on to two of her swords.

"You need to get out of here," Thranduil tells her as everyone seems to look around to where a possible attack may come from.

"Thranduil, as much as you want to tell me what to do and how logical it may seem- the battle has already come and if you think I would leave during the middle of it, you did not entirely think properly when you asked me to marry you," she says, although she meant it as a joke, I knew she was terrified. Thranduil merely looked at her as one would look at something he did not understand but loved dearly anyway.

"Truth be told, your stubbornness was the only thing I thought about when I asked you to marry me," he then replied and I could actually hear Falasdir give out a nervous chuckle.

"Okay, you two, now is not the time," he then says as he helps Lindethiel up on her feet.

The enemy was taking too long. What was their plan? The waiting was creating more space for fear instead of bravery.

"Lara, keep Bleon close to you." Lady Lorelei instructs and I give her a nod, pulling Bleon all the more closer. Everyone was ready but I worried about Falasdir. How would he fair in a fight like this? With Lindethiel in his arms like that?

There was another antagonizing scream by one of Thranduil's Elven guards. I hold on to the pendant on my neck and make eye contact with Turwaithiel who seemed to look the most tired out of everyone. She gives me a reassuring nod in which I return. My body was near collapsing because of how tired I was.

Then the forest was silent. Perhaps she just wanted to scare us?

Impossible.

I was right, of course. It all happened too fast.

Black shadows came appearing out of nowhere and the forest around us was suddenly ablaze. I heard someone scream but my mind could no longer process who it was as more of them came out.

I fought to protect Bleon. I had a grip in his hand when suddenly it was gone.

"Bleon?" I screamed but the world was moving too fast and everything seemed to hurt. Everything around me seemed to be made of fire.

I felt all the air sucked out of me as one shadow seemed to dart right through me. I felt everything at once as I hit the cold earth and could see nothing but the open sky. My skin felt like it was being scraped off, slowly and placed back again.

I couldn't cry out. The pain made it impossible to even breathe. My head almost cracked open when I tried to turn to where Bleon had run off to. I couldn't see him. Everything was a blur.

It was a few moments when I could finally breathe normally again but my body still ached and my head still drumming with the pain. I had sat up when I found Bleon. He was okay, but he was not safe.

He was right where anyone could kill him. I stand shakily, determined to get to him. I fell twice, as my legs felt like they no longer worked well. My eyes never left him. Something darts too close to my cheek and I felt blood drip out.

Arrows?

My eyes found her hiding in the shadows. She looked horrible and tired but her eyes were on her price and the fear inside me escalated.

Death of the purest soul.

The phrase echoes in my head as I desperately run to Bleon despite my body screaming in pain.

I watch her and 3 other shadow monsters hold out their arrows, each with a mark. With one target.

"Bleon!" I scream. He was running.

Bleon keep running.

Keep running.

I heard the 'swiss' sound an arrow makes when it is sent to its target. I heard too much of them. One hits me and I stumble down as all the pains in my body seem to escalate and burn inside and out. I wished I was dead.

Was I even alive?

The sound of my breathing seems too loud. The scene keeps repeating in my head. I hear someone call for me but I couldn't turn away. I kept moving towards where his body laid.

He wasn't moving.

My heart beats a little too hard as arrows fly past me. I had to get to him. I had to. I felt the walls of chest contract as the reality sank. I refused to believe it. He was right there with me.

I was holding his hand.

He was right there.

Now I am moving desperately slow towards him. I felt the ground shake and the world tilting as the scene replays in my head.

I saw him run as I ran after him. Screaming for him to stop. To come back. He turned. He turned just enough for me to see his face. His eyes that reminded me of all the good things in the world.

Then he fell. I remember screaming as each black arrow passed through him like he was nothing more than a sheet of paper. Easily ripped.

Everything was so slow. My knees felt like breaking as I finally reached him. His blood now tainting my hands and everything I wore.

"Bleon?" I whispered, turning him so that I could see his face. I could feel a pulse. I could feel him desperately trying to hold on to the thin thread of life he was now left with. My whole body crumbled. I felt nothing.

I felt no hope or happiness as I watch the life slowly leave his eyes. With blood stained hands I push his hair away from his face as he gifts me with the most precious and memorable smile he had.

I did not care anymore if someone were to kill me as I sat in the middle of a battle field with the only person that was worth living for.

The sounds drown out as my mind begins to accept what was happening.

Even if all I wanted at that moment was for it to stop.

"I am so sorry," I whispered as he seemed to only want to focus on me. I glanced briefly at all the protruding arrows on his chest and my heart clenches. My face was practically drowning in my own tears.

"I am so sorry, Bleon," I kiss him on the head, on the cheek, on the bridge of his nose. "This is not what I wanted for you- I wanted you to have a good life...a wonderful life-" I start choking on my words and feel his hand reach up to touch my face, making me cry even more.

"I am sorry I could not give it to you, I am so sorry-" he strokes my cheek and I lean in carefully on his soft palm. This was goodbye. This was not something for miracles.

"I love you- Lara loves you very much..." I tell him as his hands finally drop on my lap. "Lara loves you more than anything and anyone." I pull him closer, as his breathing slows- almost to a stop. In that moment, I had actually wished an arrow would hit me already but no arrows came. It was as if I was given that moment. It felt like a mockery and a gift.

"I love you," I place the deepest kiss on his head as I stare into his eyes one last time as his lips seem to tremble with the need to speak. I watch him then as his mouth opens revealing his perfect teeth.

"I love you, Lara. Thank you."

That moment was a gift. I hardly recognized his voice as the words left his mouth along with the life in his eyes.

Then my world turned dark with only flashes of what could be a memory or a dream.

The screeching and the dark laughter finally stopped and when I woke up I was standing in the middle of what appeared to be a circular wall of corpses. Across me stood the people I have learned to welcome into my life, and yet I felt nothing.

I felt as empty as the night that scarred me for life. I felt hot liquid run down my arms and I glance to see dark black liquid slipping down my skin as drops of it fall to the ground. When I glanced back up again I realized my friends were looking at me with fear.

Except for Elrohir, who had the limp body of my little brother in his hands.

Bleon was gone.

So was I.

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Authors note: I deliberately made this short as I wanted to emphasize on the scene. It's only Lara's point of view.

Forgive me.

But it had to happen.