WildWarCat

There were few things in Middle-earth as terrifying as a dragon. In your long life you had been witness to more than your fair share of the beasts, but Smaug was of greater concern. Gandalf had confided in you his fears of the impending rise of Sauron and a potential alliance between the Lord of Mordor and the great dragon. But the dragon was in fact none of your concern at the moment, despite the great rumblings that erupted from the mountain and the black smoke that billowed from its top.

What was your concern was Kili. The arrow he had been struck with was made with a Morghul shaft and the poison was now killing him. Bard, the bargeman who had been kind enough to take the company into Laketown had opened his doors to you and asked only that you keep his children safe.

"Oin, Fili, hold him down. Bofur, with me" You instructed the trio of dwarves who had offered to stay behind. Oin and Fili gripped Kili's shoulders and pressed him to the dining table as the dark-haired dwarf writhed in pain as Bofur looked him over.

"His fever is running high." You said, pressing a hand to his sweat-glistened forehead.

Bard pulled a roll from atop one of his cabinets and looked over several bundles of herbs that he had collected.

"I have nightshade, feverfew-"

"That won't do anything for this! What about Kingsfoil, have you got any of that?" You asked, glancing over at the bargeman. He shook his head.

"It's a weed. We feed it to the pigs."

"Pigs? Weed. Right." Bofur muttered to himself. You looked over at him and nodded.

The dwarf took off out the door to find the herb calling out as he sped off, "Don't move!"

As you waited for Bofur's return, you took up a knife from Bard's block and cut away at the cloth covering Kili's wound. It was black and putrid, wicked black tendrils spreading from the site of the injury. Despite the best efforts of his brother, the bindings that Fili had placed upon Kili's leg had done little to stop or even slow the bleeding.

"You were struck as well, Y/N. How is it you're not sick?" Fili asked you suddenly. You looked at him kindly and glanced over at Bard and his children, who were watching you with worried gazes.

"Because I am Maia, on my father's side, that is. As a being of good, evil cannot possess me. I am immortal, but death can greet me if I allow myself to become vulnerable to it."

A great rumbling from the mountain shook the very construct of the house, making Bard's daughters whimper.

"An earthquake?" Fili asked you. Your face turned grim and you shook your head.

"A dragon." You answered, turning to Bard, "Go now. Take your children and leave this place."

"And go where? There is nowhere else to go."

You straightened up and met his eye, "Anywhere is better than here. The dragon will kill you all if you remain in Laketown."

The bargeman grinned and reached up to the rafters of his house, pulling down a large, black-steel arrow.

"Not if I kill it first."

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Bard took the Black Arrow and his son to find the town's wind lance, leaving his daughters under your care. But with Kili growing worse and the mountain shaking, you had more than enough on your plate.

"Damn it all, where is Bofur?" You growled as you tightened the tourniquet you had wrapped around Kili's leg. Black, rotten blood continued to spill from the site of the wound despite your best efforts to stop it. You were running out of both options and time.

"Fili, go get some ice from the river." You instructed, "It may help with his fever."

The blonde haired dwarf nodded and made for the door, only to be met with an orc who had leapt down from the roof. The girls screamed in fear as Fili began to duck and dodge the brutal swings of the orc's axe.

"Oin, go!" You yelled, tossing him the kitchen knife you had used earlier. The elderly dwarf charged forward with youthful speed as a pair of orcs burst through the ceiling over the kitchen.

"Go." Kili whimpered to you, his dark eyes filled with pain. "Fight."

You turned away, pulling a pike hook from the table of weapons that Bard offered you before. It was heavy in your hands as you raised it like a spear and threw it with as much force as you could. The hooks cut through one of the orcs' chests, but it did little to slow him. You longed for your sword, still being held in the armory in Thranduil's halls.

The orc pulled the pike hook from its chest and threw back at you with greater force. Instinctively, you held out a hand and the pike hook froze in mid-air before dropping to the floor in front of where Bard's daughters had hidden themselves beneath a table. The beast lumbered toward you as two more orcs entered the home but came to a sudden halt when a familiar blade cut through its neck.

You turned to see Tauriel wielding your sword, making her way through the orcs that had invaded Bard's home with ease. Her eyes flicked over to where Kili lay writhing on the table, fear present in them as she continued to fight. Turning back to Kili, you saw that his lips had begun to turn blue as his face grew to a porcelain shade of white. He was dying, the poison of the Morghul shaft now choking the very life out of him.

You wracked your brain for any sort of idea that could save the dark-haired dwarf, before you settled on the only choice that would give him a chance. You set your hand on his chest and closed your eyes.

"Lar- mime óma, quer- -o i móre, túl at- ana i kal." You whispered, feeling a piece you leave your body and enter his. A part of your soul worked its way through Kili's body, drawing the evil from him and into you. Pain began to blossom in your leg where Kili's wound was, greater, sharper than any other pain you had experienced before. When your soul reentered your body, you fell to the floor with a pained gasp, your leg unable to hold you up anymore.

"Mellon, are you alright?" Tauriel asked you, the last of the orcs dead at her feet. You gritted your teeth and nodded, rising slowly to bear weight on your feet as the pain subsided. You faced Tauriel gripping the table tightly for support when you saw Legolas enter the house cautiously.

"I've given him more time, but only enough to last him a few more hours or so."

"How could you do such a thing?" The elleth asked you, amazed.

You sighed and released the table, stepping forward to take hold of your sword by its blade, letting it cut into your skin. You pulled your hand away slowly, showing the elves a gash that healed just as quickly as it had been placed.

"I am... not mortal. Not in any sense of the word. I am of the Maiar, a child of Draefend, the Forest Crafter."

You glanced hesitantly over Legolas, to see that he had begun to back away. His eyes, once bright and kind were now dark with a sense of betrayal. Tauriel rushed toward Kili, whispering low to you.

"Go to him."

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Translations:

Lar- mime óma, quer- -o i móre, túl at- ana i kal. -- Hear my voice, turn away from the dark, come back to the light.

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You met when you were kids, learning how to ride. Éomer kept teasing you because you were stuck a grumpy, old horse, but Éowyn made him stop.

From then on, the two of you were practically inseparable, running through the halls of Meduseld and driving the royal family insane with your pranks and jokes.

After Éowyn's parents died, she relied heavily on you. She came to you for advice, for a shoulder to cry on, literally anything she needed you gave her.

You realized you were in love with her when you saw her after the Battle of Helm's Deep. You had ridden off with Éomer when he was banished and arrived with the rest of the Rohirrim to drive off the orcs.

She found you amongst the chaos after the fight and when you saw the worry in her eyes, you knew you never wanted to see that fear again.

Telling her you love her at the celebration back in Edoras.

You took her outside to get some air and finally told her that she was the love of your life.

"I've loved you from the very first moment, nothing else in this world could hold my heart and soul as you do."

At first, Éowyn didn't know what to say; she wasn't expecting her best friend to be in love with her.

But after racking her brain, thinking about all the time you had spent together and she realized... she was in love with you too.

She told you before the Rohirrim began their march to Minas Tirith.

"I was blind to what my heart was telling me, but now I see it so clearly. I love you too, Y/N."

After the Battle at Pelennor Fields, you are both recovering at Minas Tirith as Aragorn leads the rest of the men to the Black Gates.

You spend the time in each other's arms, making up for lost time.

Literal lesbian power couple at Aragorn's coronation. Everyone wishes they were as amazing as you two.

The Shire was your home, it always had been. Being a Proudfoot, it had always been your intention to stay there and live out your life happily, tilling the fields and tending to the goats and sheep your family owned.

But now, you weren't so sure. Why? 

Because of Peregrin Took. 

Pippin had been a friend since you were wee ones, chasing you around Hobbiton, or stealing mushrooms for you from Farmer Maggot’s fields. But then he was gone, off on an adventure, as many Tooks were known to do. And when he at last returned, dressed in fine clothes bearing the symbol of Gondor, you found that the care that you had held for your childhood friend had in fact been love all along.

He was different from the Peregrin Took that you had known as a youth and yet he remained the same. He was kind, fearless, and humorous. Most of the hobbits looked at him and Merry as though they were cracked. But not you.

So now you found yourself at a crossroad, something a respectable hobbit hoped would never, ever happen to them. Do you leave the Shire and look for satisfaction elsewhere? Or do you stay and continue to find yourself stumbling over words every time Pippin told you good morning?

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"You're drooling, Pip." Merry muttered, shoving his companion to snap him out of his stupor. He jolted upright, his mug of ale spilling as he jumped.

"What?" He asked airily, looking over at Merry in a daze. The Brandybuck rolled his eyes.

"You were drooling, you idiot. Just go over there and tell her how you feel. Confessing your love to Y/N is far less terrifying compared to comin' face to face with a bloody orc!" Merry exclaimed, raising his mug in your direction. You were sitting with a couple of friends, bowls of chicken stew in front of you, mugs of fine ale set next to them.

"It's not that simple, Merry. She's a popular woman, I can't just walk up and say, 'Hello, Y/N, I just wanted to tell you that I've been in love with you since we were kids and I'd like to court you, if that'd be alright with you.'" Pippin drawled, gripping his mug and taking a long swig.

Merry shook his head, giving his friend another shove. This hadn't been the first time they had discussed you. And Merry was certain it wouldn't be the last. So, he sucked in a breath and turned to Pippin, giving him an ultimatum that he wasn't expecting.

"Well, you best make your choice soon. Y/N's been talkin' to some of my cousins about buyin' a place out in Buckland with the intention of not comin' back. So, either you tell her how you feel, or you might lose her for good."

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"Y/N!" A familiar voice cried out to you as you were leaving the pub. When you turned to see that it was Pippin calling for you, you told your friends to go on home without you; the young Took would walk you home after you were finished talking.

"Pippin! To what do I owe the pleasure?" You asked him, plastering a smile on your face to hide the flurry of emotions that were coursing through you as Pippin came to a halt in front of you. He swallowed hard, his dark eyes scanned you up and down before meeting your gaze.

"I... I heard you were moving out to Buckland." He started, his voice a bit shaky. You nodded slightly.

"I've been thinking about it; found a couple of holes that are reasonably priced. But I haven't quite decided yet." You explained.

"Don't go."

Your brow arched, your mouth fell slightly agape. Pippin's eyes were wide with a slight fear.

"What?"

He cleared his throat and spoke again, a bit clearer, "I don't want you to go to Buckland."

"Why?" Your voice was barely a whisper, but he still heard you loud and clear.

"Because I'm in love with you."

Your heart stopped, and it felt like time did as well. Pippin was in love with you? This whole time... he had felt the same way?

"Y/N? You alright?" Pippin asked, reaching out to take your hand in his. You nodded, your false smile growing into a real one. You had made your decision.

You hated this. Hated being left to tend to the women and children of Edoras and Helm's Deep while your friends fought against an army of ten thousand Uruk-Hai. It had been your hope that Théoden would be more forgiving, offer you a chance to fight when there were so few who could, but he didn't. As your king, he ordered you to remain with those who could not protect themselves.

"I fear that our defenses may not hold, Y/N. And if that is so, I need you and Eowyn to defend the caves as best you can." He had told you. Not wanting to cause a scene in front of your friends, you smiled stiffly and bowed, thanking your king. But both Aragorn and Legolas caught sight of the anger brewing in your eyes, the resentment that you carried as you began to descend into the cave.

“Y/N!” 

You turned to see Legolas running up to you, his bow in hand. He met you with sad eyes, and strapping his bow to his back, took your hand in his. 

“Before you go, there is something I must confess.” He said, stepping ever closer to you, “I had intended to tell you after the battle was won, but I fear... I fear that there is a chance I may not return.” 

“Do not say such things, Legolas.” You pleaded, “You will return.”

“But if I shouldn’t,” He pressed, gripping your hand tighter, “I wish for you to know that I love you; I have loved since our very first meeting and if I should fall upon this battlefield tonight then I shall have died protecting you.”

You were speechless. On the verge of all out war, the elven prince of Mirkwood was standing before you, a common Rider of the Mark, confessing his love. 

“Legolas, I-” 

Your words were cut short when he pressed his lips to yours. It was a brief gesture, but the love that he had spoken of was there, as was the fear. Fear that he would never see you again, fear that he would never be able to say ‘I love you’ again.

You felt that fear too, though you would likely never admit it. You had fallen for the elf from the very moment you had set eyes upon him at the Council of Elrond. And if you were being completely honest with yourself, you’d rather die fighting alongside him then walk the earth without him. 

So you returned his kiss, with as much longing and love as you could, your hands setting themselves around his neck to bring you ever closer. 

When the need for air finally separated you, the desire to fight became unbearable. You pressed a quick kiss to his cheek. 

“Let me fight.” You whispered, hoping that the flurry of emotions would perhaps cloud his judgement for a moment. 

“I can’t. I would never be able to forgive myself if you fell before me. Please stay here, melleth.” He pleaded, his eyes begging you to stay away from the looming battle. You couldn’t say no, not when he looked at you like that. 

“Fine.” You submitted, stepping back and turning to enter the caves.

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As night fell over Helm’s Deep, great storm clouds rolled in, bringing crashes of thunder and heavy pouring rain that echoed through the cave. Beyond the walls of stone, you could hear the roars of Uruk-Hai and the defeated cries of men, making you grimace. Whimpers and sobs from the children echoed through the cavern, making your head pound as the battle raged on. 

Suddenly a massive boom sounded from beyond the cave. You looked to Eowyn fearfully and saw in her eyes that you had both come to the same conclusion. 

“They’ve breached the wall.” You muttered, not wanting the common folk to hear. Your hand set itself upon your sword as you turned toward the cave entrance. 

"Stay here, move the women and children into the mountain pass." You instructed Eowyn as you began to walk away, "I can't sit here and do nothing."

Before Eowyn could protest, you were gone, sneaking out through a displaced stone beside the great doors that served as entrance to the caverns.

Outside the safety of the mountain, chaos and hellfire was everywhere. Bodies lay strewn across Helm's Deep, black-fletched arrows and gaping wounds feeding a river of red and black blood that coated the pathways through the fortress.

The night was beginning to wane, the sky was shifting from black to deep blue as orcs and Uruk-Hai began to charge toward the mountain side, right where you were standing.

You braced yourself, gripping your sword with both hands, your eyes blazing. With a battle cry, you fearlessly surged toward the monsters. Your blade connected with flesh, and black blood spattered across your face. Heads began to roll as you worked your way slowly through the growing onslaught. Within moments you were outnumbered: where was everyone? Where was Aragorn? Where was Théoden? And what of Gimli and-

An arrow struck the head of an orc that was charging up behind you. The sound of more arrows whizzing past your face brought relief to your mind when you caught a glimpse of familiar green fletching. You turned to see Legolas lowering his bow and rushing over to you, an uncharacteristic scowl on his face.

"Are you mad?" He shouted over the shrieks and roars of battle, even though he was only inches away from you, "What are you doing out here?"

"They were charging the mountain," You answered smartly, "I was simply doing what I was tasked to do."

The elf's eyes softened and he reached out to wipe some drops of blood from your face.

"You are truly the most stubborn woman." He mused with a small smile. You returned his grin, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek.

"Let me fight, melleth."

Legolas sighed, but redrew his bow and nodded in the direction of a second wave of Uruk-Hai.