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Forgiveness


Bellatrix dodged another stroke from one of her enemy's wicked blades. Swinging her sword horizontally she cut open his stomach and then kicked him to the ground. The same thing had happened numerous times in the past few hours, and still, she was here, fighting on, risking life and limb for the salvation of her people. Her magical reserves were still adequately full and could last much longer, she was out of breath but could go on a bit more yet, however what was really taking its toll was the continuous death of her comrades, her brothers and sisters, it sickened her and made her want to lash out with all her might at the nearest enemy.

This was not to be so, over the past five years she had learnt to control her emotions to a deep point where she could literally be on the verge of death and choose to forsake her own life for the good of others, there was still some darkness in her, but it was well contained...for the moment.

Her forces were now down to about three thousand, with almost all of the troops Harry personally commanded, being still alive.

The enemy however had many more, about five thousand in total, but they were slowly being pushed back.

Slicing the leg off an Orc Bella whipped a dagger out of an arm holster and threw it into the neck of another, effectively killing it. It was then that she heard it, a high pitched screaming coming from a way away; she of course knew what the sound was the moment she heard it, it was the war cry of a Nazgul, deadly to any mortals' ears, inspiring fear even in the hearts of elves.

Offering a hand to a fallen elf she ran headlong into a group of enemies ripping them to shreds in less than a minute, with her ferocious attacks.

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Half an hour later and Bellatrix had successfully decapitated her ninetieth enemy of the day, she was currently back with the archers who rained arrows continuously down upon the enemy from their slightly elevated position a short distance from the main fray.

"We should win My Lady, they are down to one thousand and fifteen while we still retain our numbers well, and it will not be long now before victory is ours" one of the archers commented as he fired off another arrow which she saw hit an Orc directly in the forehead.

"Keep it up commander I want everyone of these beasts dead before the night is o..." she trailed off as a high pitched scream echoed through the air, it was one of death, anguish and pain. And then seven more screams were heard across the battle field, and out of the main stronghold rode seven beings, cloaked in black and radiating power and evilness at levels so extreme that even the stalwart Night Elves couldn't look upon them.

The seven rode out; slaying many of her forces as they did so, for none met them in challenge to their might.

Growling Bellatrix raised her bow, and in a movement not even seen by those around her, fired off an arrow, which hit one of the black figures in the place where a head would usually be. The arrow caused no effect; it merely punctured the robes and flew out the other side, although it did have the effect of directing their attacks upon her.
Thinking quickly she acted, raising her staff she let loose a jet of dark blue light, it hit the ground just in front of the now charging figures, and made the earth fly up in masses in the area.

However when the dust settled, they still came, as strong as ever they rode to attempt her demise, robes whipped back as they let loose screams of terror which forced the Night Elves around her to flee.

Alone she stood, defiant as the beings finally surrounded her, circling and eyeing her ceaselessly.

"Surrender she elf!" one of the cloaked figures spat out in disgust.

"Fuck you!" she replied with more malice than even she had previously deemed possible. She didn't know how she could possibly defeat them but she was sure as hell going to try.

"Then you choose death" as one they drew their swords, seven cursed blades which glinted in the dying light of the pale moon, she matched their action by drawing her own beautifully crafted weapon from its sheath.

No further words were needed as the figures rushed her.

Rolling to the side she whipped her blade horizontal and sliced it across the body of a horse, the rider fell...but not for long. From the dying body of the horse, emerged a figure of death, it would take more than that to fell a Nazgul.

Seeing the fall of one of their own, the Nazgul moved in around her, she whirled around pointing her sword at the nearest of them.

To her surprise they dismounted, slowly and gracefully they did so, letting their horses run wild while they pressed the advance further, walking forth with swords raised, and the hilt resting slightly on the cloth near the head.

As one they struck, sweeping and crushing blows were met in a flurry of defence as she tried in vain to parry the seven mighty swords which descended upon her. She was hit, it was inevitable, she was hit, however the hit made no damage, for her armour was doing its job. Smiling slightly at her fortune she moved her blade in an arc, letting it sing through the air, desperate to regain a rhythm long lost, once twice and thrice she smote down upon her nearest enemy, until he buckled under the pressure of her attacks. Staggering slightly the Nazgul fell back, only to be replaced by another, just as foul, just as powerful being of the dark.

Again she went on the defensive, now including her staff into the dance of death which was being performed on the mountain side, blows were traded, neither side losing their ground in the fight, but it couldn't go on forever.

Bellatrix was tired, already she had slain many foes, and that was before her battle with some of the deadliest beings in the whole of Arda, she was reluctant to use magic save as a last resort, for she had seen the effects it had caused previously, and wished to conserve her strength for as long as possible, and so the fight continued.

Diving out of the way, Bellatrix lunged backwards and succeeded in cutting the Nazgul to her rear, victory short-lived she was cut across the face with a sword, a copper taste filled her mouth, and for the first time in the day she felt less than confident that she was able to win the battle.

Ignoring the slash she fought on, swinging her blade in a controlled arc she met her sword once more with one of the Nazgul, she span and knocked the legs from underneath of him, causing him to fall to the ground, whipping out a dagger from her boot she rolled out of the way of another sword stroke and plunged it into his heart, screams filled the air as one of the Nazgul met temporary death.

It was then that pain flooded her system, looking behind her she was horrified to see a dagger protruding out of her back, her armour had been pierced and the blade had met her skin. She cried out in pain as she felt the effects of the blade begin to seep into her system, it was then that she knew she had been stabbed with a poisoned blade, none other would have hurt this much.

It came as a shock, if such an emotion was even possible, to the Nazgul, when she stood once more, defiant to the last, she raised her head and spat at the feet of the nearest enemy, crying out even more she raised her sword and once more took up a defensive stance, ready for the onslaught.
"Why do you continue she elf? Why let the suffering continue? Why keep fighting a fight which doesn't have to be yours? Give up elf, death awaits you" raising her head she locked her gaze upon the speaker. She then gave her one word answer.
"Forgiveness" she whispered. And with that she rushed forth from her position, straight into the Nazgul, heedless to the cries of despair which were being shouted from the elves fighting near her position.
She charged forward, sword raised and staff already twirling as she approached death with a defiant gaze, she met them in a flurry of moves which far exceeded the level which had been used before. Her attacks were now filled with passion and righteous fury, fury which she had once criticized Harry for feeling, the same fury which now kept her standing despite the great bodily damage she had suffered, and her slowly fading life-force.
She attacked heedless to the further damage which was being inflicted on her as she did so, swinging her blade she lobbed the head off one of her assailants, this came at the cost of her blade, which was knocked out of her hand moments later by another of the enemy.
It was in that moment when she lay sprawled upon the battlefield, cut, bruised and injured far worse than all of these combined, that she knew how much Harry had gone through in his life. How many times had this been the case when he had fought the Dark Lord? How many times did he have to fall before he eventually gave up? The answer was beyond counting, for there was no number, he would never give up on what he believed, this was why he stood like he did today, alive and proud of the first part of his life.
Raising her head slightly she saw the reinforcements from Mordor overwhelm the last of her forces, looking up she a malicious blade being raised, before all vision was lost in a blinding flash of light.

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Bella let her eyes drift open slowly, she felt no pain anymore that much was apparent, for she wasn't almost dead to the world, this would certainly have to be added among one of her luckiest ventures list, which up until this moment in time didn't even exist.
Guess this is number one then she mused getting my arse handed to me by seven Nazgul, being on the verge of death and then coming through it fine and dandy...go me!

Focusing more on her surroundings she noticed that she was in some sort of tent Why do I always wake up in a tent?, and by her side she could see a tired figure, his hand covering hers, and his body slumped in a totally un elf-like manor upon the side of her bed.

"Hello" she whispered. There was no response, not that it was expected anyway seeing the state he was in.

"Excuse me?" she said quite a bit louder than before. There was still no reply. Getting annoyed she decided to be a bit more blunt.

"Wake up!" she had practically yelled this right in his ear. This had the effect of waking him up, however slowly this was, it was still a success.

It was when the person lifted his head that she first recognised who was by her side.
"Harry!" she cried, jumping into his arms, which instantly wrapped around her and held on tight.

"I'm glad you're ok Bella" he whispered into her hair. It sounded like he hadn't got much sleep.

"What did you call me?" Harry gave a confused sort of grunt which caused her to chuckle softly.

"Bellatrix?" he offered with a shrug. She shuck her head.

"No you called me Bella...Why?" Harry was in no mood to even consider the state of his semi-conscious name giving at the moment, and so he just grunted in response once more. "Come on Harry, why did you say it?" she pressed.

"Because I like it that's why" he snapped angrily. His face instantly softened. "I'm sorry Bella" she smiled as she pulled back from his embrace, to look upon his weathered face.

"You have permission to call me that from hence forth!" she proclaimed in an authoritative voice. This made Harry smile slightly.

"From henceforth hey, I didn't realise that the nickname giving ceremony was this time of year, I'm afraid I have no robes to wear" he joked. Growling she punched him in the shoulder softly before flopping back down upon the soft bed with a sigh.

"How long was I out?" she asked softly

"Two weeks, I've been worried sick" he replied. She looked at him as if he was insane.

"Why" he gave a shrug of his shoulders and then proceeded to lay down next to her, staring up at the roof of the large tent.

"Cause I care about you" he finally answered after a couple of minutes.

"Oh...that's nice to know...thanks" he gave a small smile.

"No problem" he grunted. Bella turned on her side to face him.

"So what happened, all I remember is being wounded on the floor, and then there was this light, and then...well that's it really, I can't remember much else, I suppose I must have fainted or something" Harry turned on to his right side so they were only a couple of inches away from each other.

"You passed out from the pain and also the poison in your blood, if we hadn't arrived when we did you would have been dead" a solitary tear leaked from his eyes as he said this. Raising a hand Bella brushed the tear away with her thumb, while putting her hand on his cheek.

"It's ok Harry, It's over now" she soothed gently as he let loose a few more tears.

"I'm admit that I am glad you came when you did though, I don't much fancy dying quite yet" Harry smiled at the comment but no sound escaped his lips. "I would like to know what happened at the battle and in the period after while I've been unconscious though, I'm a bit behind the times at the moment see" he gave a small smile and a nod of the head.

"We won, but at a terrible cost" he paused for a second "eight thousand Night Elves died, however they died honourably, for between us we felled about one hundred thousand of the enemy forces, a great blow to them I'm sure, our kin will be sorely missed" he bowed his head in memory of their sacrifice for a moment before continuing "During the battle I managed to slay the Witch King, I have no idea how I did it, I just called down lightning from the sky using my hands, it was incredible, the power felt like nothing I have even dreamed of, it felt like I could destroy a mountain if a tried, you have no idea..." he gave a shake of the head as he trailed off in remembrance of the wondrous event.

"So you finally realised it did you?" stated Bella smugly. He gave her a confused look.

"What do you mean by that?" he asked.

"It's been almost comical to see you oblivious to the fact that you were still magical, everyone around you knew of it and most assumed you knew, some, mainly the scholars or those with more time among the ranks figured that you had no knowledge that you always transmit power wherever you go" she paused for a moment "How else do you think we adjusted to being in a new world so quickly, you give people hope and confidence Harry, I'm not surprised you beat the Witch King, your power is exponential" Harry sat stunned, he was magical still and he hadn't even realised it.

The thought of it was absurd. But then again he wasn't about to complain, and it wasn't really the time, right now there were more pressing issues to deal with.

"Well anyway, once we had won the battle, I led our forces to the main fortress and arrived in time to defeat the remaining Nazgul. Our numbers vastly outnumbered there's so it wasn't much of a battle from that point onwards. Since than we've mostly been sending envoys to different nations with news of our success and reports of the battle, I guessed that if they saw how we fought then they would be more likely to ally with us, or offer us aid in the future" he gave a shrug and sank his head deeper into the pillow.

"Not a bad idea" Bella commented "any responses?" Harry gave a smile and nodded.

"The responses so far have been good. The dwarves of the Lonely mountains have already held terms with us, they have agreed to help build a fortress if we supply them with aid if they are ever in need of it, the offer was generous for they are renowned for their craftsmanship throughout middle earth, they will be able to build us a powerful stronghold. In fact they have already started and are working as we speak" Bella's eyebrows rose in surprise to this news.

"You have done well then, I have read that the dwarves you speak of don't come close to the skill the Dwarves of Khazad Dum Possess in the art of blade craftsmanship, however they are unparalleled when it comes to the building of strongholds, it is said that none have never fallen to enemy hands, they will indeed be great allies" she agreed with a nod of the head.

"The plans are spectacular, once finished it will be a fortress to rival the Dark Tower in strength, so far the dwarves are doing a great job even though they are only building the outer walls at the moment, and even they will take many years to complete" he gave a smile.

"Anything else?" she asked

"No, not yet, but it was only a week ago after all, it will take a few more weeks to reach some of the destinations such as Arnor and such like" Harry explained softly

"You've been busy then" she commented.


"Ye, I just can't wait till the builds completed, I had thought about contributing some of my power into the city, you know like to make it stronger or something" he gave a shrug and fell silent.

"Is that even possible?" she asked.

"I'm not sure, it should work, if I inject magic into the foundations and then the stone work, it should make it much stronger and harder to breach, I don't know, perhaps it was a stupid idea but it just sounded good you know"

"No, it is a good idea though, there's no reason why it will be impossible, and if you say you can do it I'll believe you" she finished with a smile which Harry found himself returning. Silence fell upon the pair and all they heard for several minutes was the tapping of distant tools and the closer, but still fairly distant chatter of elves talking. Finally broke the silence.

"I'm proud of you, you know that" Bella became confused slightly. "You defeated three Nazgul without the aid of Magic, not many can do that, it's a memorable feat, perhaps near that of the battle between Glorfindel and the Balrog of Morgoth, for that you have my respect" she smiled widely, it was uncommon now to receive such a thing, yes they had been friends before but that was just out of necessity to capture the land on which they currently stood, for her to have his respect was a big step in filling the gap between them, although not totally, she would take all she could get.

"Thank you" she replied finally. He smirked.

"No problem Bella" she growled as he once more used her new name, it wasn't so much the fact that the name was bad, to be honest she rather liked it, it was that he had meant it in a patronising manor which annoyed her slightly.

"Watch it buster" she said giving him a poke in the stomach, however it didn't have the effect she planed, as he was obviously wearing some sort of armour underneath his casual clothes.

"What's this?" she said as she pulled back his top to expose a shiny metal shirt of chain-mail, it was slightly clumsy but it wasn't too bad, she wondered why he was wearing it.

"A present from one of the Smiths, it isn't perfect but it was the first shirt they made here, so I wear it in respect to that, in battle however I think I'll stick with my other armour for the time being" she gave a laugh and then pulled up the chain-mail to expose part of his stomach, bending down she blew softly on the skin there. Harry, startled by the sudden act, started to squirm uncontrollably.

"Bella no stop it tickles, stop please, Bella, Bella, no bad Bella, very bad Bella" his frantic cries only made her more demanding, lifting up the top more she began to tickle him properly all over with her hands. "Oh no you don't, watch it you" laughed Harry as he fought in vain with his already tired body, to fight off Bellatrix, who was fully rejuvenated. Now fully thrashing on the bed, Bella straddled him to cease his movements, looking up he was shocked to se something other than playfulness in her eyes.

"Wha..." it was too late, she had plunged her lips upon his in a frantic kiss, she moved again, this time so she was straddling his body higher, and began to put feeling into the kiss.

Harry was in a state of confusion, here he was practically making out with the killer of his Godfather, the one person who he had ever seen as a father figure in his entire life, it was wrong, it was disgusting. But on the other side of the equation it was the complete opposite of this, he felt lust, lust for the body which Bellatrix now possessed, she was easily the sexiest woman he had ever laid eyes on, so what was the problem that he was enjoying it more than anything in the last several years, he could at least have some fun for the time being it's not like she's looking for anything else anyway. And with that, the last of Harry's resolve to fight the feelings crumpled.

He responded to the kiss instantly, moving his hands around behind her to hold onto her ass, he gave a squeeze; this caused her to attack his mouth even faster and more vigorously than before, she started to move on top of him, this of course caused the thin, lilac nightdress she was wearing, to slide up to her waist.

Harry decided at that moment that he had little option but to go along with her, any red blooded male would have to be insane not to.

Pulling his mouth away from hers he began to suck on her neck, the taste was exquisite, better than any food he had ever tasted or even dreamt about. Moving down he bit softly into her neck, this caused her to moan into his ear.

Taking the hint he bit down harder, and was rewarded with a louder moan of pleasure from Bellatrix, a moan which he found to be intoxicating. Sliding his hands down he glided them up the backs of her thighs, and then into her nightdress, there they rested on her ass, feeling its smooth skin fully.

"Do you want it?" asked Bella through her moans and grunts.

"Yes" was the simple reply which was returned back to her, it was all he could manage now however, under the intense amounts of pleasure he was receiving at that pleasant moment.

"Good" she smirked lustfully, and then pulled his shirt over his head and threw it behind her, not giving thought to its destination. She then repeated this process with the other Garments, until he was naked on the bed with a mostly naked Bella straddling him.

Letting his hands roam he pulled up her nightdress from the inside and tugged it over her head, exposing her entire naked body to his gaze. She followed his gave and smirked once more.

"You like do you?" Harry could only grunt as he began to massage her breasts slowly.

She leaned down once more and lay flat on top of his, so that their faces were millimetres apart but the rest of their bodies were directly in line with each other.
"I'll take that as a yes then" and with that she devoured his lips once more, it seemed she like to be forcefully, as all her kisses so far had been.

Not one to try and disappoint he responded with his own mouth, matching Bella's pace. This carried on for several minutes before he began to move his hands down towards her sex. Smiling into the kiss she broke away and watched as his hand made its way to her area, there was no restraint in her gaze, just pure desire.

Touching the area softly at first, he gave it a slight brush with his index finger. This caused Bella to moan deeply once more. Gaining confidence he slipped a finger into her and began to move it in and out slowly, he barely noticed that Bella had had an orgasm under his ministrations.

It was when she had peaked several times, that she decided she needed a bit more contact. Moving down the bed she seized his hard member and all but stuffed it into her mouth, where she began to suck and hum in a perfect technique.

Licking his head she then moved down on him fully, not even gagging as she took the tool fully within her mouth, it was at this point that she began to bob her head up and down at a fast pace. Just the sight of Bellatrix, with her hair dishevelled and her eyes locked onto him, while giving him head made him orgasm into her mouth.

Moving up once more Harry held her legs as she positioned herself above his still erect member, dropping her slightly she took the head into her sex, this was enough however to make her scream out in pain.

"Dear God, this is going to hurt" she moaned as she let herself fall further onto him. She screamed out once more, and at this point was only halfway sheathed.

"Push into me hard Harry" he gave her a look which clearly told her that he would do no such thing "Just do it Harry before I hurt you" she all but yelled at him. Following her orders he gave a great push and moved all the way inside her.

She screamed out in pain as what appeared to be her Elvish Virginity was lost, this however did nothing to quell her enthusiasm as she began to ride him hard the moment the pain had subsided. The rhythm, if you could call it that, was insane, they moved fast and than slow, each time Harry came nearer and nearer to wonderful climax. It was no surprise when he did eventually come deep into her as she gave one last thrust and did so herself.

Panting she let he arms, which had been supporting her give way, and she laid, flush against his body, sweat leaking out of he skin and breathing coming at irregular intervals. It was in this position, as they looked at each other once more, that the tired pair fell to sleep once more, unaware of what the consequences of their actions would be.