Ariadne Hawkenshire, daughter of King Arthur, stands in a hidden persona amongst the strongest warriors known. Legolas, son of King Thranduil, sees her as she is.
Was previously called As Quick as an Arrow.
Written following the three movies with a...
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Chapter three.
The moon fall behind castle as the Prince stands on the balcony. His silver helmet sits on the wall as the Prince's eyes scan over the army in front of him. People rush into the castle, heading down into the catacombs below and into the mountain caves ushered by men in silver armour, carrying Hawkenshire's family crest with honour. The cold winds brush against the flags, pulling the dark flags into the chaos of the night. Alexandre looks over at the army, flickers of amber and red litter the night as snarling Orcs glare up at him. Alexandre runs a hand through his hair, before taking his helmet under his arm and turning his back against the army.
Edgar stumbles over his own feet as the handle of the axe pushes into his back. He glares over his shoulder over the orc, who tilts his head with a wicked, measly smile. Edgar shrugs off the Orc as he walks towards the tall dark Orc, his teeth sharp and yellow, eyes lifeless and cold.
"You are being sent to Gondor," The Orc snarls, spit dribbling down his chin, "You are no longer needed here."
Edgar looks over his shoulder at the castle in the distance, before turning back to the Orc with a cruel smile, "Their army is weak, give Saruman what he pleases."
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Ariadne travelled for three days without rest, passing around Gondor and through the valley towards Ambernshire. She dark hair whipped over her shoulder as she looked back, gently nudging the horse to go faster as Orcs shout after her, shooting arrows as they run after her. Taking a sharp turn out of the forest, she takes out her sword as she turns the horse around heading straight for the Orcs, who stumble back at the sudden movement.
Jumping down from her horse, she rushes towards one, cutting its arm that held its bow before kicking it down to let it writher in pain. Spinning on her heel, she blocks a strike, ducking under another Orc's swing before stabbing her sword through its foot, pulling its head towards the handle of the blade making it fall on its back. Ariadne takes her dagger, slicing up the Orc's chest as she stands.
The Orc squeals in pain as she takes out her sword from its foot, blocking a strike but the Orc pushes back, making her stumble back. The Orc's smirk drops as Ariadne drops her dagger into the chest of the Orc laying on the ground clutching its foot, making him slump dead. Ariadne stumbles against the Orc's strike making her fall back, the Orc snarls as she rolls away from its strike, kicking its knee. The Orc falls forward, a blade pushing its through its thick head.
Ariadne pushes the creature off her, Orc black blood runs down her arm, its blood splattered over her cheek. She stands, taking her dagger from the Orc's chest as she passes, placing it back at her side. She ignores the wail of the Orc with no arm, stepping over it as she takes the reins from the horse and gently strokes its mane.
"Come on, my love," Ariadne whispers, resting her forehead against the horse as it gently nudges its head towards her, "Just a days journey left."
