Live Journal FeedI have listened to the sound growing up, observing the warrior elves train their deadly art on the field. As a child, I would hide amongst the garden shrubs, watching and listening keenly, though I was no elf.
My eyes saw salvation, a single ray of light from this utter darkness of desperation. Three hundred against ten thousand? Again, Legolas's despair was not groundless.
With the elves, we might have a chance. More importantly, they bring a flicker of hope that would withstand the brewing storm, come what may.
'Thank you, Eru, thank you.'
"Mae govannen, Haldir."
I embraced him.
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A/N = I took this off Helm's Deep from the movie. What happens when you watch reruns of LOTR? Ideas spring outta nowhere.
