Legolas whirled through the gatehouse, white knives slashing.
He knew he could not kill the unnatural warriorsnot with
weapons alonebut he had learned that, with a serious wound
to the hands or the throat, he could slow them down for a few
And those seconds might allow him to get to Eowyn and, if need
be, drag her to safety.
He briefly crippled his closest opponent, slicing deep and
twisting the blade, and the man fell backonly to be replaced
by one of his comrades.
Melmenya, Legolas shouted, desperately. Melmenya,
listen to me!
He wounded another warrior, and turned to face the next and,
out of the corner of his eye, he saw Eowyn take off her helmet
to watch him, all wide-eyed and confused and, behind her, he
saw the Warrior King, closing in on her...
No, he cried, driving forwards, NOOO!
And, in his haste, he did not see the warrior behind him raise
his axe but, at that moment, the Valar smiled upon him for,
as the man struck, he lunged, and the blow he received
was not fatal.
The accursed men froze, and stood completely still, their weapons
The Warrior King pulled Eowyn into the circle of living statues,
to where Legolas lay, dazed and bleeding, and kicked the elf
with his armour-clad foot.
Take him down to the dungeons, said the King. Then
fetch me the wise woman!
He shoved Eowyn against the wall. Now you give
me what is mine.
Eowyn pushed herself upright, and faced him, defiantly.
Give it to me, woman, he growled, or,he
reached out, and scraped his iron fingertips down her breastplateI
will take it from you.