She ran through the dark forest with her red hair flowing behind her. She ran desperately trying to find an escape or a simple glimpse of light. Darkness surrounded her, she was scared and yet she felt even more powerful. Tears streamed down her face not wanting to accept that she was a monster. She hurt someone who she truly loves and he once loved her back. 

Legolas,

"Please forgive me."

24 hours  ago:

After a few days of nonstop riding, the fellowship along with Rohan warriors were now riding through a dark, and quiet forest to get to Isengard to fight another battle. Then when they arrived in Isengard. They saw that it was a destroyed mess, surrounded with water and there were Merry and Pippin. They were sitting down drink, smoking, and eating.

"Welcome my lords!... and lady to Isengard!" Merry cheered as he stood up and waved his pipe around. "Oi! Merry! Pippin!" Alvena squealed as she stumbled off Legolas' horse and ran to Pippin and Merry who were as excited as she was to see the other. "I thought you guys were dead." Alvena said to the young hobbits and Merry replied "We thought you were dead too."

"You young rascals! A merry hunt you've led us on and now we find you feasting and... Smoking!" Gimli exclaimed in an angry tone. "We are sitting on a field of victory... enjoying a few well-earned comforts." Pippin said as he held his food and Merry puffed out a small puff of smoke. "The salted pork is particularly good." Pippin added. 

"Salted pork?" Gimli asked a bit enticed. "Don't worry Gimli, at the end of this war you'll be feasting with unbelievable food surrounded by women of different kind. Especially roasted pig." Alvena said with a wink. "Roasted Pig?" Gimli was now beyond hungry as he took in the images that flashed in his mind.

"We're under orders from Treebeard... who has taken over management of Isengard." Merry said proudly. 

"Young Master Gandalf... I'm.... glad you've come... wood and water stock and stone I can master... but there is a wizard to manage here... locked in his tower." Treebeard said to Gandalf as he moved closer to Saruman's tower. Alvena threw her arm around Merry and patted his back as she said "For once, you and Pippin did something right." As Alvena stared at Treebeard with pure amazement, Pippin and Merry nodded their heads at the compliment but soon Merry's head snapped towards Alvena noticing it was also an insult.

Aragorn shifted in his saddle."Show yourself." he muttered, obviously ready for another fight. "Careful! Even in a defeat Saruman is dangerous!" Gandalf cautioned us. "Then, let's kill him and be done with it!" Gimli huffed impatiently.

"No. We need him alive." Gandalf told them. "We need him to talk." 

A voice called out from above, and all of them looked to the top of Isengard. Standing at the top was Saruman, glowing in pure white robes. He clutched his staff tightly. "You have fought many wars and slain many men, Theoden King, and made peace afterwards. Can we not take council together as we once did, my old friend? Can we not have peace, you and I?"

Theoden glared at Saruman. "We shall have peace... when you answer for the burning of the west-fold, and the children that lie dead there. We shall have peace, when the lives of the soldiers, whose bodies were hewn even as they lay dead against the gates of the Hornburg, are avenged! When you hang from a gibbet for the sport of your own crows... we shall have peace!" At first, his voice was soft, but then it grew louder, and you could hear the pain and anger woven through the words.

"What do you want Gandalf Greyhame? Let me guess: the key of Orthanc, or perhaps the key of Barad-dûr itself, along with the crowns of the seven kings and the rods of the five wizards?" Saruman asked Gandalf in hopes of tempting him with power.

"And the Princess of the Red Kingdom? Seeking the answers to the riddle of your fate? Well... It's quite easy Fire shall consume you and take control an--" Before Saruman could finish and wound Alvena with his poisonous words Gandalf yelled "Saruman!" drawing the White Wizard's attention away from Alvena which she was grateful for. "Your treachery has cost many lives! But you can save them. You were deep in the Enemy's council!"

Saruman grinned. He now has something to bargain with. "So, you have come here for information. I have some for you!" From underneath his white robes, he pulls a large ball. It is pure glass, and glowing slightly. Alvena then heard the whispers;

Alvena... Fire.

Feeling uncomfortable she pulled her magical cloak tighter around her.

As Saruman stared at it raptly, he whispered, "Something festers in the heart of Middle-Earth. Something that you have failed to see. But the Great Eye has seen it. Even now he presses his advantage. His attack will come soon... "

"You're all going to die." Saruman predicted. "But you know this, don't you, Gandalf. You cannot think that this Ranger will ever sit upon the throne of Gondor. This exile, crept from the shadows, will never be crowned king." Saruman insulted, now attacking Aragorn with his words of poison.

Gandalf still said nothing. He just kept advancing, his blue eyes on Saruman. "Gandalf does not hesitate to sacrifice those closest to him, those he professes to love. Tell me... what words of comfort did you give the halfling before you sent him to his doom?" Saruman taunted. "The path you have set him on can only lead him to death."

"Stick an arrow in his gob!" Gimli pressed. Legolas reached for his quiver slowly, but Gandalf stopped him. "No! Come down, Saruman! Your life will be spared!"

"Save your pity and your mercy! I have no use for it!" Saruman yelled, and aimed his staff at Gandalf. A ball of fire rushed down through the air and in that moment as Alvena saw the fire ball approaching Gandalf she felt scared of losing him all over again. Alvena ran pushing Merry to the side and jumping in front of Gandalf before it could hit him. 

"No!" Gandalf shouted, the fire melted in Alvena's hands but as soon as it melted the fire turned black and made Alvena faint. Saruman grinned that his plan played well. Legolas swiftly dismounted his horse and carried Alvena back to his horse.

"Your plan might have worked but your staff is broken." Gandalf said, Saruman gasped as his staff splintered in his hands. As he trembled with rage, a small, cloaked figure appeared behind him. Legolas walked unnoticed to Gandalf as he carried Alvena in his arms and on his horse.

Theoden called to his former adviser. "Grima! You need not follow him! You were not always as you are! You were once a man of Rohan! Come down, Grima..."

Before Grima could reply, Saruman piped up again. "A man of Rohan? What is the house of Rohan but a thatched barn where brigands drink in the reek and rats roll on the floor with the dogs? Victory at helms deep does not belong to you, Théoden, horse master! You are a lesser son of greater sires."

Theoden, however, ignored the insult to his kingdom. "Come down, Grima. Be free of him." "Free? He will never be free!" Saruman said. Grima did not agree, though. He shook his head, murmuring. "No." Saruman turned to him, and an ugly look filled his features. "Get down..cur!" He swung his hand back and slapped Grima across the face.

"Saruman! You were deep in the enemy's council! Please, tell us what you know!" Gandalf compromised. Grima slowly staggered up, and clutched his face.

"You withdraw your guard, and I will tell you where your doom will be decided. I will not be held prisoner here!" Saruman sneered, then he gasped as Grima plunged a dagger into his back twice. Legolas whipped out his bow, and shot at Grima. The silver arrow caught Grima in the chest, and he fell onto the stone floor, crying out in pain.

Saruman, tumbled over the edge of Isengard, Grima's dagger still in his back. He somersaulted through the air, his body was pierced by the large spoke of a wheel.

Gandalf turned away, the disgust evident on his face, and said, "Send word to all the corners of Middle Earth that still stand free. The enemy moves against us. We need to know where he will strike." There was a loud groan, and the spokes of the wheel turned. Before Saruman's body disappeared beneath the cloudy brown water.

Treebeard, who had said nothing until now, groaned. "The filth of Saruman is washing away...trees will come back to live here...old trees...wild trees." Pippin got off the back of Aragorn's horse, and waded over to the wheel, ignoring our calls. He picked up the small object, and turned it over in his hands. The Palantir.

"Bless my bark!" Treebeard exclaimed.

Gandalf navigated Shadowfax over to Pippin and held out his hand. "I'll take that my lad. Quickly!" Pippin hesitated, then held out the Palantir, with a longing look in his green eyes. Gandalf quickly grabbed it, covered it with a cloth and turned away.

***

 Alvena woke up as she heard cheers and loud laughter, her sight was first greeted by Legolas. "Hey, are you feeling all right?" he asked, concerned. "I guess so... what happened?" Alvena asked as she sat up in bed finally noticed that she wasn't in Isengard anymore. "It was a trap, Saruman knew you'll take that blow. He put a spell on it but none of us have knowledge on what spell not even Mithrandir." he said softly. "You should rest."

"Where's is everyone?" Alvena asked. "Celebrating downstairs. We are back in Rohan." Legolas said but Alvena's stomach growled and she smiled. Legolas chuckled as he knew that suggesting Alvena to rest wouldn't be needed. Alvena changed into a fresh set of trousers and a tunic which was almost the same as what Merry and Pippin wore.

As Alvena and Legolas got down she noticed everyone having fun and this made Alvena happy that even though evil still lingered there was still happiness. Alvena's attention was soon caught by Merry and Pippin dancing on the table singing 'The Green Dragon' the song she taught them when she was drunk. It reminded her of home and Bilbo. Oh, how Alvena missed Bilbo.

Alvena then sprinted towards the two young hobbits while she grabbed a pint of ale from Gimli and joined them as she danced and sang at the table.

Gandalf watched the two or should I say three hobbits dancing on the table with a smile on his face. "Is she always like this?" Aragorn asked standing next to him while Legolas stood on the opposite side along with Gimli clapping along with the song. "She may look and sometimes act like an Elf and talk like one but Alvena will always have a heart of a Hobbit." Gandalf spoke as he laughed at the three.

***

"No pauses, no spills." Eomer instructed as he placed a mug of beer in front of Gimli, Alvena and Legolas. "And no regurgitation!" Gimli added. He grabbed the cup of beer. The party had become more raucous, and many Rohirrim were drunk—or getting there. Legolas looked around nervously. 

"So, it's a drinking game?" Alvena smirked and muttered "Easy."

"Last one standing wins." Legolas picked up his cup and nervously sipped the beer. He was glowing in a silver tunic and light pants, his hair pulled back.

Gimli roared with approval, and chugged down more beer.

Legolas, Alvena and Gimli were in full swing now, gulping down mugs of beer as fast as they could, determined to out drink the other. Gimli slammed down his cup and passed gas loudly.

"Here, here! It's the dwarves that go swimming...with little hairy women!" Gimli yelled. He grabbed another cup and burped. Alvena was now swerving her head left and right looking between Gimli and Legolas, obviously drunk out of her wits. She might be elven but she drank a special kind of ale-- that she requested.

"I—I feel something..." Legolas observed. "A slight tingle in my fingers." He wiggled his fingers, then looked up, horrified. "I think it's affecting me!" which made Alvena burst out laughing.

Gimli smirked. "What did I tell you? He can't hold his liquor!" Then his eyes rolled up into the back of his head, and he toppled over with a resounding crash onto the floor. Alvena laughed harder more like a laugh that isn't lady like. "Game over." Legolas said most likely to himself. As he looked over at Alvena he the felt concerned that she may be drinking too much.

"Alvena, I think you've had enough of ale." Legolas said trying to take the ale out of Alvena's hands. "Wrong move Prince Legolas, Alvena doesn't stop drinking till she passes out." Pippin said as the two hobbits sat at a nearby chair watching Legolas and Alvena but mostly Alvena. "No!" Alvena slurred not wanting to stop drinking as she took another big gulp from her drink. "Alvena you must stop. You must rest." Legolas said and as Legolas kept on persuading Alvena to stop, Alvena felt angry from some reason like a fire stirring deep within her.

She felt angry and she just wanted all the noise around her to stop she felt like suffocating from the lack of air. "I SAID NO!" Alvena yelled as she slammed both her fists on the table breaking the cup of ale. She didn't notice that her body was on fire and she burnt everything around her. "Alvena... calm down." Legolas said as he tried to approach her but Alvena was still filled with rage as she swung her hand towards him and yelled "LEAVE ME ALONE!!" But she also didn't know that her hand was on fire as well.

Everybody in  the room was focused on Alvena and as they saw Alvena slap Legolas with her hand on fire, people gasped. Alvena's eyes widen once she noticed what she has done. She didn't know what came over her because for some reason rage seemed to consume her. As she looked back at Legolas she then also noticed a big purple bruise forming on his cheek. Alvena gasped as tears started filling her eyes, everyone looked at her with horror. She looked at everyone thinking they were scared and disgusted with what she did but that wasn't the case.

Alvena stormed out of the building and into the dark cold night.