(Deliadis POV)
The next day, Faramir was dressed in armor, and leading a group of maybe one hundred men to their deaths. Women and children lined the streets, tossing flowers solemnly. The calvary left the city, and Elladan ran up to the top of the city. I chased after him, and we watched together as Faramir and his soldiers made their way to Osgiliath. We watched in horror as the horses and men fell. I couldn't bear to watch any longer, and turned my back, placing my head on Elladan's chest, tears welling up. Elladan held me tight, unable to look away. He made a noise and then turned away. Something bad had happened. The atmosphere if the city was gloomy, depressed the whole day. The doors to the throne room opened and Pippin ran out, looking sick to his stomach. I pulled him into our hug, letting him hug our legs. The next morning, a large army could be seen marching from Mordor. I grabbed my sword and put on any armor I had, standing beside Elladan. Trolls could be seen pushing massive towers meant for a siege. I gripped my husband's hand tightly, absolutely terrified. Suddenly my husband ran off, down to the gates. I sprinted after him, watching as Faramir was dragged in by his horse. Elladan looked horrified. He trembled, his fingers unable to grasp anything, not even my hand. Elladan stood still, even as the gates closed and people panicked.
"Elladan, Elladan my love we have to move." He stared at the trail of blood on the ground. "Elladan please, my love we have to fight. For everyone we've lost we have to fight." Elladan couldn't hear me. I dragged him into an alleyway and kissed his lips roughly, trying to bring him back. Tears ran down his face as he held me, and a sob escaped his throat.
"Delia...Delia please stay by my side. Please. I can't lose you. I can't lose you...again." He cried into my shoulder, clutching me tightly. I remembered the vision I had in Rohan. Being held hostage by someone, being forced the have visions. The pain. All the pain. Elladan seemed to hold me tighter, sobbing a little. I tilted my head up, kissing his lips, gently, trying to promise that we would always be together. I also had a promise to Háleth to keep. I had two boys who needed me, and I was going to do everything in my power to be able to. Boulders crashed into the city, ending the tender moment. I screamed, and Elladan dragged me with him to a safer place so we could pull ourselves together. An ear splitting shriek echoed through the city. Fear ran through my heart. Nazgûl. Elladan dropped to the ground, pulling me with him as we dodged several claws. I could have been taken then. Maybe the vision was a fluke. Orcs poured in and Nazgûl continued to fly overhead. Using my sword, I hacked away at the monsters. They just had to die. Something cold hit my side. I looked down, finding a blade lodged in my torso. I pulled it out, ignoring the blood staining my clothes. It hurt so incredibly much. Something knocked into me and I crashed into stones. My head was spinning from blood loss and a possible head injury. An orc stood over me, and I screamed. Something pierced its chest before it could kill me. My sweet Elladan was revealed as the orc fell to the side. He saw the blood coating my side and started to say something, but a scream cut him off. Elladan threw himself on top of me, hiding me from the Nazgûl.
"Elladan, my side, it hurts." He looked at me, panicked.
"I know, but I have to hide you. They're looking for you. The Nazgûl." Elladan laid atop me for a second more before he picked me up, dragging me to a healer. He spoke rapidly to one of them in Sindarin and the healer took me, quickly tending to me. Elladan stayed inside, helping the wounded soldiers that were cycling in and out. Chants outside the city grew louder. They were calling for something. The orcs were cheering for something that was sure to bring us more war and destruction.
"Grond! Grond! Grond! Grond!" Elladan cast me a glance as the healer continued to stitch up my side. Grond certainly couldn't be good for our future.
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