Heiress of Isildur (Legolas Love Story)

Chapter 33

Farren woke to the sun pouring onto her face, her eyes stung painfully at the blinding light. A soft chuckle to her left had her turning to see Aragorn stood in the doorway watching her, his face was clean, but his clothes were still torn and dirty.

"It's good to see you wake so soon." He smiled at her. Farren tossed a playful glare to him as she swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood smoothly. Looking down at herself she was still dressed in her ranger clothes, cut and bruises littered her exposed skin, but nothing seemed broken. She could see her reflection in a mirror on the wall by the door, her neck looked nasty with the finger-shaped bruises a horrible black and yellow colour. The mark Legolas had left almost two days ago was faded but still sat at the base of her neck, Aragorn eyed it in the mirror from behind her.

"Next time I would rather find out about you and Legolas via a conversation and not when a healer had to attend to your neck." Farren flushed pink, her eyes dropping from the mirror.

The only thing that caught her attention was her right arm, the one she had used to kill the Nazgul king. It was grey, the skin looked lifeless, and her veins were a darker blue that stood out on her skin. This time Aragorn gently pulled her right hand into his, his far larger hands encasing hers, "We don't have a cure yet," he muttered, "It's a miracle you are not nearly catatonic like Eowyn."

Light footsteps drew their attention and Legolas' beautiful face came into view; he was also clean his ever-perfect hair catching in the light. He smiled happily at her which Farren joyful returned. "We are needed in the throne room," he paused, "Your throne room."

Aragorn nodded deliberately striding ahead of the elf and his sister, Legolas pulled something out of his belt and extended it towards Farren. The dagger that he had given her almost half a century ago, the one that had killed the Nazgul king lay in his palm. "This belongs to you." He said. Farren picked up the blade, wincing slightly as her right hand throbbed in protests as the muscles clenched. "Someone else is very excited to see you," Legolas pulled her attention back up to his face where Conrad was sitting on his shoulder squeaking happily at her. She laughed pulling the squirrel into her arms and hugging him closer to her chest.

"He saved you, you know," Legolas said, "I couldn't find you on the field, he let me right to you". Farren laughed holding the squirrel tighter.

"He saved my life before that," she replied , "Distracted the Nazgul King himself."

"He is extremely loyal to you."

"I guess we have been through a lot together." Farren not only directed the words at the squirrel that had tucked itself on her right shoulder and into her neck but also Legolas himself. The elf gaze her a dazzling grin as they entered the throne room, where a chilling silence consumed them, sucking their joy out from their previously relaxed faces.

"Frodo has passed beyond my sight. The darkness is deepening." Gandalf began.

"If Sauron had the ring we would know." Aragorn was facing away from them, Gimli nodded to Farren from his place on Denathor's old throne.

"It's only a matter of time." Gandalf shook his head and Farren was surprised to see defeat in the old wizards' eyes, for the first time ever Gandalf looked on the brink of giving up. "He's suffered a defeat. Yes. But behind the walls of Mordor his army is regrouping. Farren has seen it and so have I." Farren nodded in agreement as everyone turned to look at her.

"Let him stay there. Let him rot! Why should we care?" Gimli spat out calmly.

Farren spoke before Gandalf her voice smooth not accusatory but focused, "Because 10,000 orcs now stand between Frodo and Mount Doom." Gimli looked own guilty as Legolas threw him a glare.

"I have sent him too his death." Gandalf seemed suddenly very old and fragile as he decisions weighed down upon him.

"No there is still hope for Frodo," her brother spoke, "He needs time and safe passage across the plains of Mordor" a nod at Farren, "We can give him that."

"How?" Gimli growled.

"Draw out Sauron's armies. Empty his lands. Then we gather our full strength and march in the black gate." Gimli choked, Eomer sucked in a tight breath and Legolas raised a perfectly sculpted eyebrow. But Farren had a small smile spreading on her lips as she walked towards her brother, the same wildfire dancing in their eyes.

"We cannot achieve victory by strength of our arms." Eomer stepped forward.

"Not for ourselves, no," Farren agreed with her friend, "But we can give Frodo a chance if we keep Sauron's eyes fixed upon us. Keep him blind to all else that moves."

"A diversion." Legolas joined in, understanding blazing in his eyes.

"Sauron will suspect a trap. He will not take the bait." Gandalf shook his head at Aragorn.

"He will if I'm there," Farren spoke now, her voice echoing around the white hall. "Sauron wants me as his wife. The ability to control every animal that walks this earth. To have the line of Isildur completely under his control." she looked at Aragorn the unspoken 'Now Arwen is gone' flitting between them.

"His eyes will be fixed on Farren. I saw it in the Palantir last night." Aragorn murmured, ignoring Gandalf angry criticism of his actions.

"You would put Gondor's future Queen in danger?" Eomer jumped in.

Farren turned to him, "Aragorn is Isildur's first born heir the line continues with him, primarily."

Gandalf was looking at Farren very carefully, clear blue eyes seemed to pierce into her soul with a timeless age. "They will come for you, black beasts from his tower."

"They are mine to command."

"You will be vulnerable".

"She has me." Aragorn said firmly but his hand shook as it landed on Farren shoulder. The decision she was making for them. The situation forced Aragorn to put his sister it danger for the sake of all men and women and children.

"And she will have me," Legolas' smooth voice almost made Farren's knees buckle with the finality in it. If they were to die today, it would be beside each other. Gandalf looked at both of them, his lip upturned slightly.

"Amazing what true love has the power to do." Gandalf was looking at the dagger in her belt, Legolas' gift to her.

"Certainty of death. Small Chance of success. What are we waiting for?" Gimli exclaimed jovially puffing his pipe.

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A/N Hallo, it's been a while... I will finish this I promise. It is now 100% written just need to post it. Hope you are all well, sorry for the hiatus.

Wren~