~ My POV ~
The men went to barricade the gate, whereas I was pulling the Hobbits behind me, althought not drawing my sword yet.
We had to be so cautious. The drums were roaring in the depth, still the depth did not seem to be so deep anymore. I could feel fear in the air, my own included. I fought many fights of life and death, I did not want this one to become my last. 'Legolas!', I shouted. Well, no, it was not me. It was my heart, screaming uncontrolled. My brother turned towards me, his eyes widened. We did not need to say anything. It was just the look into his eyes as blue as mine, calming me down.
I was not alone.
An orcish sound rose from the door. Now, I drew my sword. Weapons have always been my shield and they would be it again.
The first arrows flew through the air, the the door broke and the filth ran in. In this moment, I could not stop myself anymore. The Hobbits would be safe, I thought.
I cut the first throat, whirling around. The weapon found its aim so easily. My arms knew the movements, it was like in a dream. Noises of fight I heard, silently. It was the blood rushing in my ears keeping me from hearing the world loudly.
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Into heart's very depths
FanfictionAnariël, princess of Mirkwood, does not know on which journey she goes, when joining the Fellowship of the rings. It will not only be a journey of pain and danger, but love and grief as well.
