FicWad

Disclaimer: I forgot about this for all my other stories and chapter, so let in now be known that this Story is based off the fantastic works of both J.K Rowling and J.R.R Tolkien. I own nothing save for sections of the plot which have been formed using my own immense brainpower.




Thank you to all who reviewed last chapter!



Yes it's true, I've updated twice in one day! What do you call a fast update if it's not in the same day?


Please R+R


Love you all


Dark_Mage/hitman12345




----------------------------------------------------------------


Chapter 10: Broken Alliances






Drawing back the material door of his tent Harry stepped out into the chilling morning air which greeted him.

He looked out with a smile at the sea of tents surrounding him, they were here to fight, and fight they would.

It was three months later and Harry had amassed his army at the agreed sight of Nindalf, to the North of Osgilliath, so far all had gone as planned, for everyone who was meant to be present was so.

He had called on the aid of the Dwarves once more, and once more they had responded, sending a quarter of a million troops to fight in the last stand, this would make the fight easier as Dwarves were a powerful ally.

He drew his dark grey travel cloak tightly around him and started forward through the tents, stopping every now and then to greet a friend or comrade who was awake.

Indeed most did seem to be awake at this early hour, for Night Elves lay between High Elves and humans regarding the sleeping techniques which they used.

Whereas a regular elf would seem to be in some sort of open eyed trance which lasted for an hour or so, and a human would sleep deeply, in complete ignorance for as long as they desired.

A Night elf would sleep lightly, perhaps only for about three or four hours a day, however they looked like a human when they did so.

Drawing another set of hanging doors aside he entered the central tent in the camp, inside he found Bella studying a map with abandon.

"Good Morning Bella" he greeted her with a smile. She looked up and beamed, putting a knife through the map and table to stop it from blowing away in the wind which occasionally fluttered through the tent.

She moved to stand up and Harry heard a crick in her back which signified her tiredness. His eyes narrowed at her.

"How long have you been up?" he asked. She didn't look at him.

"A couple of hours" she answered. Harry could sense her lie.

"Try again" he stated, taking a seat at the table which supported the large map.

"All Night" she corrected herself with a wince. Harry rubbed his eyes and sighed.

"You have to take your rest my Love; I don't wish to lose you in this War, for I
Wouldn't be able to live without you" the look in his eyes made it obvious that he wasn't lying in the slightest. Bella sighed and moved over to sit on his lap.

"I love you Harry, but I'm finding it difficult to sleep at the moment, I don't know what it is, it's just that I feel like I'm about to ride to my death, it's a feeling which I can't describe, all I know is that I can't even begin to comprehend the power which awaits us in the heart f Mordor, in all honesty I'm scared of the Dark Lord, Harry" she admitted while placing a kiss on his neck. Harry nodded his head in agreement.

"Sauron has power which Voldemort couldn't even dream of, if those two faced it would be over in a matter of seconds" he said quietly "People, however much I hate them doing so, have put me on a pedestal once more, if faced with battle I will not run, that doesn't make me believe that my powers are enough to challenge the Dark Lord though" he finished in less than a whisper, despite this Bella could here him perfectly clearly.

At that moment they were interrupted by someone entering the tent, looking up they saw Darius snap to attention and begin to wait patiently for them to acknowledge his presence. Harry turned to face him fully.

"What is it Darius?" he asked. Darius moved forward and sat down.

"The troops are preparing to move out My Lord, they will be ready in less than two hours, and we have arranged to stagger the arrivals as planned also" he delivered even more smoothly than his best generals. Harry nodded his head in understanding.

"Well done Darius, however, has the last contingent of Wood Elves arrived yet by ship?" he asked as he stood and gathered a few items from around the room.

"No my Lord, it may look like we either have to move out without them or leave some Elves behind to wait for them when they do arrive. I am sorry to say this but it is a large contingent as well. Some thirty thousand troops My Lord" Darius informed him.

Harry nodded his head well there goes my theory that all was going to plan, he thought as he paced back and forth.

After a couple of seconds of this action he addressed Bella.

"How long did the reports say that the last contingent was to be?" he asked, momentarily pausing in his path.

"Two weeks, and that was a week and a half ago, they should be here in a couple of days" she answered instantly. Nodding Harry turned to Darius.

"I will remain here to wait for their arrival; leave five thousand of my Cavalry behind and head for the Black gate, with luck we will be able to catch you up at our faster pace, and we should all arrive at the same time in the end" he ordered.

Darius immediately gave a sharp nod of the head and left the room at a fast pace.

Harry turned back to his wife.

"I want you to lead if I am unable to make it, I would come with you but my feelings tell me that I will be needed here, I cannot, not trust them in such an important situation as this" he said.

Bella nodded her understanding and moved over so that she was standing in his arms.

"I'll win for you Harry, I promise I will" she whispered in a voice which he had heard so much of over the years. This had done nothing to decrease his love of it however.

"God luck my Love" he replied, and then kissed her full on the lips in a gesture of unconditional love.



----------------------------------------------------------------



Harry stared at the slowly distancing form of Bellatrix as she rode off into the darkness, in that moment he realised that if she did indeed die in this conflict, that he wouldn't be able to live.

Yes he had admitted this to Bella before, however he had meant emotionally live, for in that moment he knew that he was bound to her for life.

"My Lord?" asked Darius from his position to his right.

"It's nothing Darius, I was just thinking" he replied softly.



----------------------------------------------------------------



Atop a high hill a rider, clothed in blue armour watched as a great hot of enemies advanced towards his position.

Turning around Gil-Galad looked out at his army, powerful and determined they seemed, but he knew them to be frightened.

It was something which they all had speculated over and something which couldn't be put into a definite answer.

This worry and fright came from one question: If they defeated the armies of Mordor, how were they to even attempt to assault the Dark Tower, never mind successfully battle its creator?

Putting these thoughts aside he lifted his sword into the air. Instantly his army formed into organised ranks which would be the most effective in the situation.

They stood still, now as many long lines of Archers with bows drawn and fury etched into their gaze.

Behind these stood thousands upon thousands of swordsmen all clothed in the armour of Rivendell.

Coming forward to the head of the army he dismounted and let his horse go back into the wild, once standing he stood in line with the nearest of his Soldiers and prepared for the worst.

As the tide drew closer a strange determination took hold of him, he couldn't let his people down, not now, not ever.

Raising his sword once more he gave the command when the enemy was less than fifty metres away.

"Fire" he shouted. Immediately the sky turned black as arrows were fired with amazing accuracy at the approaching wave of death.

Every arrow hit its mark, taking down thousands of the enemy in seconds. The archers fired again, repeating their previous success.

And in that moment the enemy reached them, as one every elf who previously held a bow in their hands was now wielding a long handled sword.

Immediately the Elves and Men were pushed back by the ferocity of the enemy charge, however the momentum could only take them so far before they were pushed back by the might of the alliance.

Gil-Galad moved with grace which even put other elves to shame as he flowed elusive and deadly through the enemy ranks, his blade being the last thing many an Orc would ever see.

He advanced forward, the rush of battle seizing him as he did so, and met little resistance to his charge. Spurred on by this he pressed his advantage, felling foes every few seconds that the battle waged on.

Looking behind he could see flashes everywhere as metal from both factions' swords met in a frenzied clash, metal beat harshly on metal as both Men and Elves fought against the overwhelming forces of Mordor.

The battle had broken down by now, so much so that he had plenty of room to move for the first time.

Using this new freedom he began to swing his sword in deadly arcs which sliced through his enemies as he met them in epic conflict, he advanced still further intent on destroying more that lay in his path, barely noticing as he received cuts to his hands and face.

Spinning round all of a sudden he dodged just in time to avoid being cut in two by a huge looking Orc, wielding a massive scimitar. Grinning he moved forward in silent acceptance of the challenge.

He swung parallel to the ground in an attempt to cleave off his enemy's neck, this had little effect as it was blocked by the foul blade of his enemy.

Ducking, he once again dodged several frantic lunges to him, before ducking one final stroke, whipping a knife out its sheath as he did so, stood and rammed it into the neck of the Orc. The Orc died a second later in a pile of blood.

Drawing back slightly Gil-Galad saw that his troops were fighting a tough battle, because somehow the enemy had gathered more troops than they had suspected originally.

He moved back, killing more Orcs as he did so, until he was on safe ground again, he stood by one of his commander's side for a few moments.

"It doesn't look good, they outnumber us by more than double, and this was a grave mistake on our part, we have to fall back" the man advised, his blade slashing through the air when an Orc came too close.

"No! If we fall back now our allies will be left on their own, and besides this is our only chance at victory, if we retreat it will only be a matter of time before we are defeated at last" he also killed an Orc which obviously hadn't learnt that getting too close wasn't good for his health "No commander we have to hold until help arrives, which should be soon, and you forget who rides with our allies" he was of course referring to Harry. The man understood and gave a nod as he slew another Orc, this time with his bow and an arrow. "He may be able to challenge the Dark Lord, we have to at least try my friend, and retreat is not an option anymore" he stated grimly. Seconds later he rejoined the fight even more viciously than before.



----------------------------------------------------------------



Harry sighed in annoyance for the fifth time that day.

It was four days later and still no sign had been seen from the last contingent of Wood Elves. The matter was getting desperate now, for if they didn't leave soon then they would be too late to be of help to the battle.

It was then that Harry decided that if they didn't turn up within another two days, he would leave regardless.


----------------------------------------------------------------



Bellatrix ran a hand through her silky hair as she rode on. For four days now she had been on the road, and for four days she had been growing more and more apprehensive.

Questions flew around her head in a continuous vortex of confusion, question such as: Where can Harry be? And. What if we're too late to help? Played through her head as she journeyed onwards.

They were getting near the Back gate now, however their progress had become slow as they had began to journey through s huge marsh land which stretched as far as the eye could see.

A growing sense of dread had been inside her for days and she couldn't shake it off even in her still partial sleep.

It was like she should be aware of something which she couldn't quite fathom, and it pissed her off to no end. She looked to her right as Eltima rode up beside her.

"Can you feel it My Lady?" she asked quietly. Bella nodded and closed her eyes.

"Yes I've been able to sense it for over a day now, ever since we began to cross these terrible marshes. It's a feeling like when you are being watched, if you know what I mean by that" Eltima nodded her understanding and then her face grew grim.

"What if we are?" she asked suddenly as she drew an arrow and fitted it loosely to the string of her bow, which she held low and to the right of her horse.

"Pardon?" Bella asked confused. Eltima just nudged her head to the side. Bellatrix followed her gaze and stared at one of the pools of water they had just passed. Bellatrix' eyes grew wide as the implications of what Eltima was saying sank in.

Using her Magic she reached out with her senses and immediately drew her sword.

"Ambush!" she yelled across the plains. Around her Elves and dwarves drew their weapons and prepared to fight.

In that moment, every pool splashed up with water as out of them flowed Orcs.

Taking into consideration that there were thousands of pools around them, and that there were several Orcs in each one, they were surrounded by at least one hundred thousand Orcs.

None moved and the silence became thick in the air, and then suddenly a lone Orc charged forward, scimitar swinging wildly, he was shot dead by five arrows to the heart. After that the fight began.

Pulling her horse around Bellatrix raised her bow, already fitted with an arrow and fired at the closest Orc she saw; it fell dead a second after impact.

Reloading Bella began to show why she was considered the best archer in Middle Earth.

Dozens fell before the first of the enemy lines even reached her position, and by that time the allies had enough time to throw together a hasty defence.

Continuing with her bow for now, Bella fired off three arrows at once into different directions, killing three Orcs at once, she stabbed backwards without looking and killed an enemy Orc which was sneaking up on her from behind, pulling the arrow out the beasts stomach Bella whipped it on to her string in the blink of an eye and fired it into the forehead of an advancing Orc.

Dodging an enemy arrow she drew a throwing knife and lobbed it into the throat of another enemy, she then butted another in the head and kicked it into an abandoned sword on the ground, effectively impaling its body.

Turning Bella looked over at Eltima who was faring very well against the enemy; it seemed that they were doing very well thus far.

Whipping her staff out from the side of her unharmed horse she spun it intricately above her head, bringing it crashing down onto any enemy nearby.

Dead Orcs began to amass around her as her slaughter continued, the battle had hardly lasted more than two hours, and yet it was an obvious victory for them.

With their far superior numbers and greater skill level, not to mention the fact that the Orcs lacked real leadership, it was a relatively easy victory against a large force, indeed the archers had taken out half of them before they had caused so much as a scratch upon their ranks.

"Regroup and make for the edge of the Marshes with Haste, there may be more Orcs hidden in the water!" she called out to her troops, who immediately began to clean their weapons and prepare to journey on.




----------------------------------------------------------------




Gil-Galad fought wearily on. It had been days since the battle had begun and yet there was still no victor. He had taken breaks, yes, but he was still tired.

The battle thus far had been deadly; none escaped its influence as all in the area felt compelled to fight on despite illness or fatigue.

It was true that Elves were very resistant to such feelings, however almost five days of continuous battle had worn them down. There seemed to be no end to the enemy numbers, for as one was slain ten more jumped to take the place of the fallen, after days of this, despite their far superior skill and Mastery, they were being worn down.

Reports which had arrived from the elves located at the back of the battle stated that they had lost close to fifty thousand Elves and ninety thousand men thus far.

These losses although large were nothing compared to those of the enemy, there was at least ten times thin number dead for Sauron to deal with later, and that was if he survived...

What they really needed was relief, they needed something to take the pressure off their ranks, and they needed the Night Elves. As much as he wanted to deny that they were better fighters than his own men, in the end he knew it was true.

In combat one Night Elf could take two perhaps three High Elves on and win, this disclosed their generals who could face close to ten, and Harry and Bellatrix who could take more than he would like to count.

Now judging from the basis that a regular High Elf could kill five or more orcs before he was slain, it just said for itself how effective the Night Elves were in battle.

And yet no help came, there were no horns signalling the arrival of an army of deadly elves of the Wood and Night, no they were alone, and alone they would continue to be for a long time if his estimate was anything was to go by.

In all honesty he was even wondering if they were going to fight or not. Had they fled in the hopes of survival? he certainly hoped not.

And then there came the real confusion. It was not in the nature of any Night Elf that he had ever had the pleasure of meeting, to hide from the fight, they were a race which excelled in the art of war and were confident in their abilities, and it just didn't make sense.

Gil-Galad crushed these thoughts as a wave of anger shot through him, if they were alone in the fight, if this was to be their end, then he would not go quietly, never would his fathers forgive him if he did.

Leaping forward blade aloft Gil-Galad smashed through the enemy ranks tossing dead bodies aside in his fury, he yelled out his challenge to the field, for anyone to challenge him...none came, and so he began to fight with even greater rage.

Blade once again swinging Gil-Galad entered a rhythm as old as time, nothing was to stop him as he ploughed through the enemy ranks, those who were foolish enough to challenge him soon fell to his rage.

Swinging his sword in a low arc he sliced the leg of the next Orc, not bothering to check to see if he was dead he proceeded on, deeper into the heart of Mordor, followed by his troops, who, at the sight of their leaders' fury, had gained strength and attacked with a new vigour.



----------------------------------------------------------------



Harry sat alone In a trance-like state back at camp, this, he had discovered was the only way he could take him mind of his anger at the tardiness of the Wood elves, if they weren't here today, then he would have to leave without them, he was more use in the battle than he was here.

His name being called by someone pulled him out of his trance, looking up he recognised the man as Darius who had his head poked through the door of the tent.

"Yes?" he snapped harshly. Darius took a step back at his tone of voice before regaining his composure once more.

"The Wood Elves, they have arrived my Lord"

Harry smiled in satisfaction.



----------------------------------------------------------------



Bella rod forth as she heard the unmistakable sounds of battle from ahead, they were close, she could feel it in the air, it was more suffocating, full of death, and loss.

She rode hard up to the hill which lay ahead of her; she rode swiftly up it and then gazed out onto the plains below.

Everywhere her gaze fell she could see the signs of War, of death.

On one side she could see those of the alliance and on the other she could see those who served the Dark Lord, it sickened her to see such numbers in conflict, yet she bit back her vomit as she forced herself to remain strong in front of her troops who were yet to reach her position.

There on the field below her were numbers beyond reckoning, too many to even be possible, however the one thought which arose in her mind was not one of despair or of anguish, no, it was one of duty.

What had Harry told her before he set out?

"I want you to lead if I am unable to make it" Yes those were his exact words, and her Love was no longer with her, so it was her duty, no her honour and destiny to lead the charge, what may amount to the last charge of the Night Elves.


Her thoughts drifted to Harry and her heart swelled with Love and devotion, she could do this, for him, for her, for their love and redemption she was yet to earn.

Beside her she could sense the presence of her friend Eltima, turning she smiled, a dangerous glint in her eye.

"Are you ready?" she asked. Eltima gave a grin.

"As I'll ever be My Lady" she replied.

At that moment the army made its way up behind her, turning she looked upon all the murderous faces of the Night Elves and the grim faces of the Dwarves, it was a natural Elvish and Dwarven reaction to seeing so much death.

"For Love" she spoke in a whisper which carried on the wind and somehow spread so all in the army could here it.

And with that horns blew, disrupting the fury of the battle below as those fighting looked up momentarily to see the charging force, led by a being of dark purple on a black steed.



----------------------------------------------------------------



Gil-Galad looked up from his fury; there above him on the hillside was a sight which he had prayed for, the same relief which he had guessed to have fled back to their homes.

There atop the hill to his East stood a figure mounted on a horse, it was the Lady Bellatrix for certain, confident and powerful she flooded the battlefield with her presence of warmth and fury.

And then the horns blew, clear in the air as a signal of death for the foes that had aroused the might of the Night Elves, together they charged down the hill, on wings of death they rode determination etched into every face present.

Turning back to the battle Gil-Galad continued his fight with redrawn hope, hope which had come from the expulsion of a fear, this fear was now gone.

For the Night Elves had arrived.


----------------------------------------------------------------




Authors Note:


Yes!Yes! Thank you very much! That's two chapter sin one day, Woohooo!!!


Next chapter will be up ASAP and by that I mean very soon.


Please R+R because your reviews are what made this chapter go up so fast.