Of Futures Past (Legolas)

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Legolas had been hesitant to leave her; Alana could tell that much, but she did her best to push him out of her mind while she led the hobbits into a tree well. She pushed them both in then whirled around. Sam's back disappeared from the direction they'd come. Good. He knows already.

Alana hushed Pippin, who had begun talking to Merry, asking what was going on, just as the first hordes of Uruk-hai passed by them, thankfully not noticing the hidden green-cloaked trio.

"Get the hobbits and the she-elf! Remember, the Master wants them alive and unspoiled." The leader growled as they ran. 

After that first group, there was a silence. The quiet felt louder than any war horn Alana had ever known and her pounding heartbeat matched the faraway march of the Uruk hai, left right left right. 

It's time. It's time. It's time. They're going to take me. They have to take me or it's all for nothing. They won't arrive in time to save me, but I can still save him. It's time. It's time. It's time.

The words echoed endlessly in Alana's head and it was all she could do to keep breathing and keep herself still. The hobbits were equally silent, but nowhere near as prepared for the future coming.

There was the slightest sound of footsteps, almost so light Alana did not catch them, and for a moment, she clutched the two hobbits closer to her, before she realized. Uruk hai do not know how to step quietly. The only race she knows of able of that... is Hobbits.

"Frodo." Alana whispered. The two hobbits lifted their heads up, startled, and sure enough, a moment later Frodo was running down the hill.

The two hobbits started beckoning him over, but his face held the same expression's as Alana had all day. 

"Quiet, boys." Alana hushed, making eye contact with Frodo.

"What's he doing?" Pippin asked curiously.

Frodo's eyes begged with her, and she did her best to smile. Her chin dipped in a small, unmistakable nod, and Frodo nodded back.

"He's leavin'." Merry realized, looking between the two.

"No!" Pippin exclaimed, running out to meet his friend.

"Pippin!" Merry and Alana yelled at the same time, rushing after him. It's time. It's time. It's time.

The heavy footsteps drew closer. The Uruks had seen them.

The dread prickling up her spine felt like a million spiders, and she turned to face them with her chin held high. There's no escaping now.

"Hey! Hey you! Over here!" Merry yelled, waving his arms. Pippin immediately joined in, while Frodo disappeared down the path to their boats.

"It's working!" Pippin exclaimed gladly.

"Of course it's working, now run!" Alana ordered, staying a half step behind the hobbits as they reach a stone bridge and Uruks surround their clearing on all sides.

Alana pulls out her dual swords, standing protectively over the hobbits, who grabbed rocks to throw. It's time. Don't use magic, it needs to be saved up. Don't lose sight of them. Don't get knocked out until it's over.

As the first Uruk attacked, Alana swung her swords, moving nimbly to avoid his weapon, and decapitated him. Merry and Pippin were knocking out Uruks one by one with remarkable aim. 

For half a second, while her back was turned, an Uruk raised his axe over her head to kill her. But the strike never came. Boromir jumped into the centre of the horde where the trio fought and managed to kill the Uruk with his own axe.