Aragorn had killed the messenger of Sauron and the black gates opened. Orcs started to pour out. Aragorn turned to us.
"For Frodo!" With that he started to race towards the orcs. I got down from behind my father and my sword appeared in my hand. My father had an arrow ready. Then I was swept away from him.
I was fighting close to Gimli. Orcs after orcs came pouring out of the gates. I heard Legolas shout
"45!" I grinned as Gimli shouted back
"44!" Legolas looked at me then his eyes filled with horror. A black figure was walking towards Aragorn. My heart beat stopped. Sauron.
"Aragorn!" I screamed and fought my way to him. I grabbed him and pushed him back.
"Aragorn, no this is not your fight!" My father ran towards me and turned to Aragorn.
"She is right, Aragorn, this is not your fight, Vilya and I will handle this." Aragorn looked at me, his eyes filled with horror. Then both my father and I turned to face Sauron.
"Celebrimbor, it has been a long time. You should have stayed where you were." Then he turned to me
"Vilya, I have been waiting for this moment. To make you suffer and then your father." In his hand, appeared a mace. Then the real battle be again.
Both my father and I tried to get close to him but every time he made a swing with his mace. Then suddenly every thing changed. Sauron grabbed my father and cut off his arm. My father screamed in pain. In was the arm with the bracelet on it.
"Let him go!" I shouted, Sauron laughed.
"Vilya, my dear." He raise his mace and I dove at him. I pushed him making him lose a grip on my father. Father dropped to the ground and I pushed Sauron off me. I stood protectively in front of my father. Then of all people, Leoglas stood next to me.
"Legolas, no. Get away!" I shouted. Sauron laughed and made a swing at Legolas. I stood in the way. The mace buried into my side. Blood poured out of my side and pain started to spread over my body. Legolas looked at me and I whispered
"Go!" Then he turned and started to fight the orcs. There was nothing I could do, as Sauron plunged his mace into Father's chest. All I could do was scream,
"FATHER!" But he made no sound. Sauron smiled and walked over to me and raise his mace. I braced myself but the killed blow never came. Frodo had destroyed the Ring. Sauron suddenly gasped of air and with the last of my strength, I plunged my sword into his stomach. He vanished with a scream.
I crawled over to my father. I gently held his head and sobbed. His blood covered my hands and dress but I didn't care. Aragorn walked over to me and knelt down next to me.
"Vilya, your father's sacrifice will not be in vain." Then he saw my side, gushing with blood and I could see my insides that how deep it was. But even was I watched, the wound was slowing starting to heal. Aragorn smiled and said
"You have your mother's power in you, Vilya. If he had stabbed your heart and head then you couldn't heal yourself. Only if Sauron is dead, can you heal yourself. But you can't heal a heart or a brain." I nodded. Aragorn gently picked me up and said
"Let's us get you back to the city and your father." As he moved me the pain grew and it went black.
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Celebrimbor's Daughter and Thranduil's Son (The Daughter Series) Book 1
FanficMy name is Vilya, named after the Ring of Air. I had no family, no home until a ranger, Aragorn found me. He took me to Riverendale where I found my new family. Lord Elrond treated me like his daughter. I had a family, my brothers Elladan and Elrohi...
