It was to be the last great battle. Elenya would stand beside Legolas, Aragorn, and Gandalf as the Mouth of Sauron the Lieutenant of the Tower came before them. Merry was not allowed to accompany them, but Pippin was. Elenya rode beside Legolas on Celeniol her white mare.
“Are you certain you do not wish to stay behind with Eowyn?” Legolas asked her.
“Legolas,” she said with a smile, “if you ask me that one more time, you will not wake up the next morning.”
He grinned at her. It was the third day since they set out from Minas Tirith. If this was a dream, it surely was a long one. People kept crying, “The Lord of Gondor have returned.” But Imrahil said, “No, say not the Lords of Gondor but the King Elessar.” Elenya rode up beside Inrahil and asked him much about Dol Amroth.
“It is my home. I miss it, but it is good to ride alongside my kin. I only regret under these circumstances. Have you ever been to Dol Amroth?”
“No I have not. I have been to many places. Rivendell was the most beautiful, but I could never try to compare it to that of Lorien. It is a wonderful place. I longed not to leave.”
“Nor should a fair elven maiden as you wish to.”
Legolas rode up beside her and took her hand and led her away from Imrahil.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“Why are you talking to him?”
“What’s the harm in speaking of Rivendell?”
He was silent.
“You know what? You’re very cute when you’re jealous,” she giggled.
“I wasn’t jealous. Why should I be?”
“I don’t know. Why should you be?”
Finally they neared the Black Gate of Mordor. A moat before it stood reeking of foul smelling odors. She could not bear to think of what lay behind. The Gondorians unfurled their banner, and Gandalf called out in a loud voice. This was it. The Mouth of Sauron would come forth from the Black Gate. It was thrown back with a clang, and he came forth striking fear into their hearts black as death and black as midnight. He had become a favorite of the dark lords because of his black heart, cruelty, and sorcery. He was crueler than any orc or uruk.
“I am the Mouth of Sauron!”
Many things he said that I wish not to repeat. Gandalf always answered cleverly. You have heard the foul messenger’s dark words before and how he brought forth Frodo’s cloak and mithril coat. Pippin cried out when he saw them. Elenya loosed her sword and would have lit out in revenge had not Legolas stayed her arm. After the Messenger named his terms, Gandalf uncloaked himself shining white.
“Be gone! Your embasy is over, and death is near you!”
The Mouth of Sauron was filled with rage and went back into the Black Gate. Sauron had a plan though and sprang his trap. She heard the drums boom. The Black Gate swooped open wide, and a great host of his servants came out to meet them.
“It has begun,” Elenya said. “Ready your bow, Legolas.”
But Legolas’s bow had already begun to shoot its arrows. She heard from the orcs’ screeches when he met a target. Emilie met foes on her right and left in front and from behind. Ever she stroke them down, but ever they continued pouring forth like ants.
“I think I’m getting the hang of this,” she said knocking one to the ground with her sword.
Suddenly she felt a sharp pain above her knee. An orc had shot a black dart into her at close range. She shot her fist into the orcs face and plunged her elven dagger into his throat. But it was not over not yet. A dagger she felt stabbing into her side. She screamed aloud. Orcs began to surround her eyeing her hungrily for death of an elf.
“We shall wear your pretty hair on our heads,” one harsh voice said.
They began to draw near. She gripped her side, but stood strong glaring at her foes. All of a sudden, she heard five arrows come out of nowhere and pierce her enemies’ dead. Legolas ran up to her and took her hand.
“Come. I’ll not let you die. Stay close to my side.”
The orcs were far to numerous. Blackness enveloped her. The black arrows and darts poured forth like rain and never ceased to kill her friends of Gondor. She was full of rage, but could barely fight. She saw trolls form Gorgoroth coming into the battle to fight. The orcs waded into the dark pools and moats before the Black Gate heeding them little. Suddenly, Legolas and Elenya were surrounded by the orcs. All hopes seemed a loss.
“I love you,” Legolas said. “My arrows are spent.”
They raised their elven daggers prepared to fight. Then as the orcs drew nearer to them, she saw two figures one tall and short appear behind. Aragorn struck down the orcs quickly, and Gimli wielded his axw with such promising targets as well. She was glad, but felt feint. Her arm was numb, and her shoulder wound from Moria had opened up again. Unexpectedly she felt the pierce of another black dart in her skin just above her left breast. She fell to the ground. Legolas knelt before her.
“By the Valar! They are everywhere!” he said muttering a curse under his breath.
“I am sorry, my Prince.”
“Do not say that. You have fought well. You’ll be fine. Don’t worry.” But in his heart Legolas feared for her.
Elenya suddenly heard the cries of the Gondorians.
“The Eagles are coming! The Eagles are coming!”
So they were here but too late for her she thought. The poison of the black arrows was now running through her. Legolas took the arrow in her chest in his hand.
“Don’t move,” he said. “I’m going to pull it out.”
He did. The pain was more than she could take. She would have scream, but it was caught by Legolas’s lips upon hers. He pushed a cloth down upon her chest.
“You shouldn’t be here. And all you have is a jerkin of leather to cover you. I won’t let you die.”
“Namarie, Legolas. I feel the blackness coming. It is time.”
“No, no! You are my star. You can not fade.”
“All stars fade when they are swallowed by the darkness. Namarie! I shall never forget you. You have been a wonder.”
“No, Elenya no!”
She passed into the Shadow World. But she was not dead. Merely lost inside a deep sleep the dark lord haunting her thoughts and nightmares filling her heads. Nightmares from which she might never wake. Would she?