I cry Just a Little [Legolas FanFic] (WattyAwards 2013 Finalist)

I don't want them to die with me.

We were already on our way to the Gates of Mordor or more likely my death bed. I wasn't afraid anymore of death. The only thing that scared me was... as looked over to him, Legolas.

I already said my goodbye to Eowyn and told her she couldn't join the war. We fought over that and I told her don't join the battle because I said so but don't go to see me walk into death.

I showed everyone that I was ready and brave enough to face Sauron. I sighed in my head, Legolas... where would I start? The first night I saw him and our first dance was enough to sweep me off my feet at the moment. I was wearing white vest with white leggings and white boots with a white cloak and had my sword on my side and my bow and arrows.

The marks on my body were still glowing gold. I looked at the bracelet that Legolas gave and soon his hand grasp my hand. "I will protect you with all my heart." he said as I looked into his eyes that's when I felt guilty. How come I can't be like other girls and accept his love? Tell him that night when we first kiss how I really felt, how I wouldn't and cannot live with out him? Was it too difficult?

Legolas' smile faded when I turn my head and looked forward and deep inside I gave myself a slap on the face. I dreaded being away from him... I looked behind me and saw the green and blue view of Middle-earth, how I wasn't able to really explore Forest of Lothlorien, or even the Greenwood which was now Mirkwood and see the shire. Even the one that I always wanted to see my wedding held in Rivendell.

I love Middle-Earth and I just discovered that my dream world was actually real but here I am just arrived and now it was about to be over. I looked all around me and that's when I noticed we just arrived at the Gate of Mordor.

Aragorn rode ahead to the Black Gate and Grandfather followed next along with me and the others."Let the lord of the black land come forth... let justice be done upon him!" Aragorn shouted so that his voice was heard over the gate.

Silence was Aragorns one reply, then along with the sound of the gate opening slightly to allow a black rider to come forth, Sauron's mouth. "My master Sauron the Great bids thee welcome." Sauron's mouth said as his tilted its head to the side and grinned, revealing his disgusting teeth. "Is there any in this rout with authority to treat with me?" it asked with his hoarse voice.

"We do not come to treat with Sauron...Faithless and accursed... tell your master this: The armies of Mordor must disband he is to depart these lands never to return." Grandfather stated strongly.

"Oho? Old Graybeard I have a token I was bidden to show thee." Sauron's mouth said as he pulled out something shiny. I gasped when I noticed it instantly; it was Frodo's mithril shirt. "Frodo." I heard Pippin whisper in disbelief.

The monster grinned and threw the shirt to Grandfather. "Frodo!" Pippin said this time with much more pain, agony, and sadness. 

"Silence!" Grandfather ordered. 

"No!" Merry shouted not believing it as well. 

"Silence!" Grandfather repeated, this time everyone was silent.

"The Halfling was dear to thee I see now that now that he suffered greatly at the hands of his host who would have thought one so small could endure so much pain... and he did Gandalf he did." the mouth said before turning to me. 

"The great chosen one, you remember the little chat you had with Master Sauron? Remember that this is your death bed we are standing on." he said.

I just stood my ground not moving and give him an evil glare.

The mouth then focused on Aragorn who rode closer. "And who is this? Isildur's heir? It takes more to make a king than a broken Elvish blade." the mouth said as he kept his eyes on Aragorn.