-Before the battle of Helms Deep-
"Do you really think there is no hope?" I ask Legolas.
An ominous dark shadow crawls forward, wiping away the light of day, and replacing it with an overpowering sense of fear.
"I see none," He says, "Only death." He pauses before continuing, "How can we stand against 10,000 orcs? These men aren't warriors." He says softly, as not to be heard by the others.
I look at my surroundings. The men are either too old...or too young. I imagine some haven't wielded a sword in their life.
Legolas places his hand on my shoulder, "But we are fighting a worthy cause. If we shall die, we shall die honorably."
"...and for Frodo." I add. My thoughts linger on the young hobbit who had acquired such an evil weapon. He alone was the only one who could destroy it. It was a burden he had not asked for.
"Yes, for Frodo." Legolas says, "He still has a chance to destroy the Ring once and for all. And while there is yet a chance, there is hope for Middle Earth."
"Will I ever see him again, I wonder," I sigh.
"There are tales, ancient ones...but ones that have been told down through the generations of my kin, of a love so strong that death was powerless in comparison." Legolas says, "Do not fear, I do believe you will see him again."
I smile slightly, "I hope so."
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FanfictionSo I love writing fanfictions but I dont generally finish them if you guys haven't noticed. So in this book I will be writing short stories/ imagines. It will include: Matt Smith, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Shawn Spenser, Damon Salvatore, Pete...
