Gil-Galad_895
Legacy Name: Gil-Galad_895

The night was fading, shaking off the darkness and chasing the stars from the sky. In the east, the sun had not yet risen, but it’s light was foretold by the paling blue of the heavens. He had felt her leave their bed, heard her careful foot steps on the stone as she went to the balcony. Her heart was troubled. Sitting up, Gil-Galad smoothed his hands over his long, dark hair pushing it away from his face. He looked over to the spot where she had lay and gently ran his fingers over her fading warmth and smiled. Pulling back the sheet, he stretched, rolling his shoulders and neck to release the tension there. His bare feet touched the cool stone and as he stood he reached for his robe. He shrugged it on and turned to the open doors to the balcony.

Anariel stood, clad in her shimmery white robes, bathed in the early morning light; her long golden hair spilled down her back, catching the morning glow from the sun’s rays like radiant fire. He reveled in her beauty, taking pause to soak up the memory of her in simplicity. She leaned against the stone, eyes focused on something far off in the distant sunrise. He went to her, arms sliding down hers, nuzzling his face against her hair.
“How pensive you seem,” He whispered against her hair, fingers interlocking with hers as she pulled his arms tight around her.
His voice made her stomach tighten with the overwhelming feeling of dread and worry. She knew these would be the last days she would share with him before he left to go to war against Sauron. She trusted her intuition and it told her that he wouldn't be coming home.
“I do not want you to go, Ereinion,” She said, her voice held a deep sadness.
He turned her in his arms to face him, staring down into her golden eyes with his grey-blue ones, “I will come home to you.” His reassurance was firm, his hands cupping her face.
Anariel’s lower lip trembled, one solemn tear streaked down her cheek as she spoke, “I fear for you. My heart- I fear for you. You can not promise me what you do not know. This war will take the lives of many, I pray that yours will not be one.”
His thumb brushed away the tear from her cheek, “I can promise you that I will do everything in my power to come home to your arms. I love you, Anariel. Please, you are much too beautiful to cry.” He leaned in, kissing her forehead softly then her cheek. His lips hovered over hers, as she whispered, “I love you with all of my heart.”

Gil-Galad pressed his lips to hers, their kiss tender and full of promises. His hands dropped to her waist as he pulled her tightly against him, fingers tracing the hem of her robe. She slid her hands against his bare chest, savoring the feel of him against her, trying to chase away any doubt that this would be the last time, like dawn chasing away the night.

I brought my spear, Aeglos, up swiftly piercing the Orc through it’s stomach. The creature squealed it’s final cries as I brought it to the ground, using my shield to knock back another approaching Orc. The Battle of Dagorlad had left us victorious and the last push was to lay siege to the black heart of the corruption, Barad-dûr itself. I stepped firmly onto the Orc’s shoulder and wrenched my spear free. To my left my herald, Elrond, brought his sword down upon his attacker; ending the life of another Orc. The battle field was drenched in bloodshed, all around us death consumed the land; men, Elves, Orcs lay dead and dying at our feet.