Ithildin - Legolas x OC

Chapter 36: Saving Minas Tirith

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The four of us stand on the riverbank as the corsair ships approach.

"You may go no further." Aragon calls out to them. "You will not enter Gondor."

The men on board laugh at us.

"Who are you to deny us passage?" One asks.

"Legolas," Aragorn says quietly. "Fire a warning shot past the boson's ear.

Beside me, Legolas quickly notches an arrow.

"Mind your aim." Gimli says to him, causing me to frown.

He fires, the arrow hitting one man in his chest.

"Oh!" Gimli gasps while Legolas glares at him.

I blink in shock, saying to him, "Is your sight depleting in your old age?"

He turns his glare to me and gestures to Gimli on his other side. "He disrupted my aim."

"Oh," I nod. "Of course he did." He frowns at me, so I smile sweetly and grasp his hand. He huffs and shakes his head at me, but I catch a glimmer of a smile.

"That's it." Gimli calls out. "We warned you. Prepare to be boarded!"

They laugh at us again.

"Boarded? By you and whose army?"

I smirk as Aragorn says, "This army."

The ghosts appear from behind us and charge over the water, slaughtering them all.

"Well," I say as we watch. "It's not half as fun, but it's a lot quicker."

"Let's go." Aragorn says, stalking over to the nearest boat in our direction.

We wade through the water, and as I climb up the ladder on the side of the ship and reach the top, I stop, looking up at the outstretched hand waiting to assist me.

Legolas watches me with a small smile as he stands on the side of the boat, and I chuckle, accepting his hand as he helps me to board.

We step over the bodies of the privateers after they have been slain, and as the fleet of black sails makes its way to the harbour of Minas Tirith, we duck low so as not to be spotted by the Orcs waiting on shore.

"Late as usual, pirate scum!" One of them calls out, pushing his way to the front of his group. "There's knife-work here needs doing."

I smirk to myself, "This is going to be fun."

"Come on you sea rats! Get off your ships!"

Aragorn places his hand on the side of the boat and jumps over, landing on the ground and raising his sword. Legolas, Gimli and I follow, standing before the Orcs who look stunned to see us there.

Behind them, Minas Tirith crumbles and falls as the city is attacked. The four of us start to walk towards them, weapons raised as Gimli says,

"There's plenty for all of us. May the best Dwarf win."

The Orcs smirk as we advance towards them, thinking they will destroy us easily. I smirk back when I raise my sword, the Dead Army charging off the boats behind us. The Orcs startle, trying to move back as the ghosts collide with them, cutting them down.

I cry out, swinging my sword and cutting through a handful, but they all fall quickly from the ghosts.

"They are taking all the fun out of it!" I call out with a scowl as we run for the plain surrounding Minas Tirith.