𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒 | 𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐬 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐟

𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐲

The river that wound lazily to Gondor flowed beneath the rock you stood on, fidgeting with your swords. Since the Ghost King had pledged his allegiance, he had disappeared, and that had been ten minutes ago.

The ships of the pirates (for lack of a better word, although mercenaries may have been more appropriate) just sailed closer and closer. Their occupants laughed, laughed, as they left behind the towns they'd ransacked.

Letting them burn.

Your hands clenched your swords, making tighter fists, and your vision turned red.

But you forced yourself to release the anger you felt, when they noticed your presence, letting a confident smirk play across your face.

The Four Hunters, just like old times.

"You may go no further!" Aragorn called, practically speaking through the stare he directed at their evident leader. "Do not enter Gondor!"

The pirates stopped laughing, then looked at each other and started again.

"Oh, yeah? What right do you have to deny us passage?!" their Captain responded, jeering along with his crewmates.

Aragorn turned to Legolas, who stood to your right and his left, with Gimli on your other side. "Legolas, fire a warning shot just past the Captain's ear."

"Watch your aim," Gimli said.

Gimli kicked your leg, and you glared at him. You knew what he wanted you to do, because he'd discussed it earlier, but you really didn't want to do it.

He glared right back, and you rolled your eyes. As Legolas aimed his bow, you got up onto your tiptoes, and whispered in his ear, "Don't miss, melleth nin."

Legolas choked on nothing just as Gimli knocked his bow, sending the arrow into the heart of the Captain's sidekick instead of a warning shot into nothing.

"Y/N!" Legolas half-whined, half-admonished, as Aragorn leaned around him to glare at Gimli.

"Hey, it was the lass, not me!" Gimli protested.

You kicked his ankle. "Hey!"

"That was the warning shot!" the Dwarf yelled at the mercenaries. "Prepare to be boarded!"

"Boarded?" the Captain laughed incredulously. "By you and who's army?"

Aragorn raised Andúril with both hands on its long grip. "This army."

He pointed his sword at them, and suddenly it felt like ice itself was rushing through your body.

You looked down, seeing hundreds, even thousands of ghost soldiers running through you, Legolas, Aragorn and Gimli.

"Okay, that was a pretty cool line," you remarked casually to Aragorn, propping a hand on your hip as the ghosts attacked the ships.

He lowered his sword to hang at his side with a grin. "I know, right? Come on, we need to get to Gondor."

- - -

"Oh, Valar, what the shit?!" you screamed as the ship you stood on finally reached the docks of the Pelennor Fields.

"Shh, Y/N!" Aragorn hissed, kindly but quickly placing his hand on the top of your head and shoving it downwards, to where the others were hiding, out of sight of the Orcs.

The Orcs ... there were so many more than you had expected, and each sword glistening with blood may as well have been stained with your rapidly fading hope as well.

"Hey." Legolas's warm hand covered your own, and you smiled. "Don't worry, Y/N. Everything will be okay."

You tried your best to believe him, as your ears caught a shout from the shore.

"Late as usual, you fucking useless pirates!" Definitely an Orc. "What are you waiting for?"

Aragorn nodded, and you vaulted over the side of the ship, landing squarely to face the shocked, disorganised battalions of Orcs.

"There's plenty for each of us," Gimli remarked, holding his axe as the four of you advanced.

"Do you really think you could beat me?" you smirked, flipping your swords. "Bet."

"Bet!"

The Ghost Army screamed as they rushed off the ships, getting to the enemy before you could and taking them down. They were incredibly fast, and you were very glad to have them on your side.

This was the first time you'd been in battle since Helm's Deep, and you were kind of terrified.

But your hands still tingled from the warm reassurance of Legolas's simple touch, and the ease at which your swords slid through the Orcs settled you back into a rhythm.

You hated being so good at killing, slaying easily.

But wars did not care about feelings. You did what you had to, to survive.

Legolas shot arrows as you ran close by his side, chanting the numbers. "Fifteen, sixteen ..."

"Twenty, twenty-one," you countered, flicking your wrists and sending an Orc head flying backwards.

"Legolas!"

You turned your head towards the sound of your brother's voice so fast you almost got whiplash, following the hasty point of his finger towards an Oliphaunt.

Your boyfriend's eyes widened ever so slightly as he raced towards it, scaling it in a matter of seconds and sending its occupants crashing to the ground.

A few careful slashes of your blades took care of them, and you looked up just in time to see the Oliphaunt crash to the ground, Legolas sliding down its trunk and jumping to the ground, tilting his head and smirking arrogantly.

"Fuck you!" you yelled, trying to mentally calculate if you could achieve the same feat. You'd probably fall off the hulking grey beast's back and face-plant, and with that vivid image, you decided not to try it.

"That still only counts as one!" Gimli protested as he swung his axe around wildly. You made a mental note to definitely not go anywhere near him on the battlefield. You'd almost died enough times.

Instead, you turned to briefly observe the progress of the Army of the Dead as you wiped sweat from your forehead and tossed your h/c hair over your shoulders. They swarmed over the massive Oliphaunts like ants on a shoe, bringing it down incredibly quickly.

"Valar."

They ripped through the city with a dangerous carelessness. You ran out of Orcs to find and kill, the forces of the Enemy slowly dwindling until there were none left.

Miraculously, you'd escaped this battle unscathed.

Others could not say the same. You noticed the broken body of King Theoden, unfamiliar corpses everywhere, and blood sunken so deep into the soil that Minas Tirith would not soon forget the bloodshed of this single battle.

In the distance, you saw Aragorn bow to the Ghost King, and the green wraiths vanished.

"Great," you whispered to Legolas. "Now what?"

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