The Lady of Rivendell

Chapter 29

Allora's dark hair was matted with Orc blood as she sliced off head after head and the battle raged around her. Arrows whistled past her ears as Orc heads rolled left and right and the clang of swords hitting shields made her skull rattle. Mud coated her boots and calluses covered her palms with how hard she was holding her sword as she swung, struck, deflected and dodged. Sweat dripped down her forehead but it did nothing to distort her vision as she manoeuvred around friend and foe before striking like a snake to those who would see Sauron return.

Meanwhile, Gimli chopped away with his axe, the Orcs not seeing him as much of a challenge as they severely underestimated him. Legolas was now in too close quarters with his enemy to properly aim his bow, but that didn't stop him from using the Elvish weapon to block blows and counterstrikes before he struck out with Allora's sword.

Gandalf held his own, his staff hidden somewhere as he held a longsword in his hands, the ends of his robes dirty, but otherwise, his white clothes stayed white. Aragorn fought demonically, felling enemies all around him without a single ounce of fear or doubt in his actions, but still, the Orcs numbered too many, but still, they did not have enough numbers to win this fight. A fight that was growing more difficult as the clouds grew darker and the light was being snuffed out, even the horizon line disappeared behind a cloud of fog as they were left with nothing but Mordor and the Orcs that inhabited it.

It did not help at all, in any way, when the wraiths came flying down, what was left of the Nazgul riding on their backs.

In the midst of battle, Gandalf stood, sword raised and his hands coated in Orc blood as he beheld the tiny moth that flitted in front of him and his head turned sharply to where the future Lady of the Elves fought with a vigour and demeanour that was definitely not that of a lady.

"ALLORA!" Gandalf's voice boomed over the raging battle. "Regroup to the Lady Allora! She must call the dawn! Regroup!"

Allora knew this was coming but still, she was startled and nervous for she knew she had to let loose Orothel's power, she just didn't know if she'd be able to reign it back in again.

Her friends surrounded her first, forming a protective circle around her before it began to grow slowly and Allora's shaky hands grasped the hilt of her sword as she held it in front of her face.

And through the fighting, through the darkness and the chaos and the death, through it all, Allora's eyes still managed to lock onto the cool icy blue of Legolas' eyes and suddenly she had all the courage and all the strength she would ever need. Her eyes closed, and she began to chant in Elvish as she finally let loose the power that hummed within her blade.

"I call upon the morning light,

To put an end to this endless night,

Orothel, release your power,

And help us now in the final hour,

After night comes the dawn,

To set us free and kill Sauron's spawn!"

The blade of the sword didn't light up as it had before, rather the runic inscriptions etched on the blade shimmered before light shone down through the dark clouds and surrounded Allora the way one would imagine an angel.

The Orcs were stunned, even some of their own army was forced to look away as the dark clouds began to turn into wisps and the sun moved unnaturally fast across the sky. And this was not like the horrid orange light that often lit up the skies around Mount Doom, this was the warm golden light of the sun, of the dawn, of hope that shone down on them.

However, despite the power of morrowdim and the power that Allora let free, the sunlight still did not stretch beyond the Black Gates, for Sauron's power was far greater than her own, especially with the Ring still in existence.