Disclaimer: Don't own Smallville/Lord Of The Rings: The Two Towers
Sequel to - The Metahuman, The Ranger, and the One Ring
Fandom: Smallville/LOTR: The Two Towers
Disclaimer: Don't own
Summary: The broken up Fellowship are still trying to complete their respective missions, the League are still trying to find Zatanna, Chloe and Aragorn still have a couple of roadblocks to pass before they can actually have a relationship, and Lois is *still* trying to get into the book. Cue battles, jealousy, and some sexiness.
She was hungry.
Having scaled up the top of the tallest boulder in the plains, Lois laid on her back and gazed up at the stars, trying to ignore the sound of her stomach growling fiercely. She'd thought to pack every single thing she'd ever need-except something to snack on-and so far nothing else she'd packed had been of any use to her. There'd been no need to use them. But the snacks? They were needed! And sorely missed!
Pressing her hand to her stomach, Lois closed her eyes and tried forcing herself to sleep.
The night had been uncomfortable and awkward after that. Eowyn had been uncharacteristically quiet the rest of the night, sending Chloe sideway glances ever so often. There was obviously something on the woman's mind, but she didn't seem about to share what it was. If anything she avoided Chloe for the rest of the night, and Aragorn as well when he returned. She busied herself tending to her people, and kept her back to Chloe.
Thankfully, with all the traveling they'd been doing the blonde was very tired and managed to fall asleep and stay asleep until Oliver woke her up by twisting a blade of grass all around her noise and inducing a sneeze attack. She'd swatted the blade of grass away in time for Eomer to apologize for Oliver's actions and drag the archer away, scolding him for his "ungentlemanly" behavior. Clark and Legolas were already saddled up, chuckling and trading playful barbs with Gimli, who was trying his luck on a horse of his own this day. Eowyn was no where in sight, probably up front with the group that were already leaving camp.
Another one not in sight was Aragorn.
Chloe didn't know what she felt about that as she slipped away from the disbanding camp to relieve herself behind some boulders. She knew not to be gone for long since with this mass of people one could easily be left behind without notice, but there was no way she'd be able to handle the long ride ahead of her with a full bowel so she hunched down behind large holders and hummed to herself as she pulled down her pants and underwear.
Giving her hips a little shake when she was finished, Chloe missed the comforts of life at home, things like toilets and toilet paper seeming like nothing but dreams now as she slipped up her underwear and pants. She was relieved to have the rangers pants and now the dresses the other women were wearing. Sure, she looked more masculine, but when it came to riding or walking or doing anything, the pants were much more practical…and comfortable.
Sighing, Chloe stood and turned around the boulder, coming face to face with Aragorn.
She gasped, stopping inches from running into him. "You've got to stop with this whole 'silent as the night' thing!"
"You should not have strayed from the camp." Aragorn frowned, his gaze going around them before returning to her.
"I was coming right back." She wasn't going to tell him she was peeing, the blonde blushing as she began walking back towards the camp, the Ranger on her heels. "Where were you?"
"Scouting." He replied, matching her stride easily as they made their way to where her weapons were waiting. "So far it seems that we have a good couple of hours on our persecutors, but we must be on guard, as luck can change against our favor just as easily as the wind changes direction."
"You're in a very optimistic mood, aren't you?" She snorted, reaching down and picking up the belt which holstered her sword, putting it on before reaching for her bow and quiver of arrows before turning to Aragorn.
The Ranger's face was close to hers, and his lips pressed against the blonde's before pulling away.
Chloe stood there, frozen, her eyes open and blush growing.
Smiling, obviously enjoying her reaction, Aragorn's arm went to the small of her back as he maneuvered her towards the awaiting horses. "Think you can manage a horse on your own today?"
"Of course I can." Chloe scoffed.
Although, a couple of hours later she wished that she hadn't been so proud, because it was all she could do to keep on the horse. Also, her butt and thighs were getting sore again, and she was very tempted to offer the horse to someone else and try her luck walking for the next couple of miles. But every time that desire came over her, she would remember how badly she'd been while tracking Merry and Pippin. It was only the memory of her huffing and wheezing and hardly being able to keep up with the others that kept her own the damned horse.
Aragorn, Legolas and Clark kept circling around the large group on their exodus, and every time one of them would ride passed her Chloe could see them sending her a little worried look. It was what kept her straight on the saddle, the proud blonde always sending them a carefree little smile as she feigned ease.
Eowyn walked up ahead, holding the reigns of one of the horses that two children rode.
Gamling and Hama, two of Theoden's men, rode through the crowds to scout ahead. The passed over the ridge, distracting Legolas (who watched the horizon) as they passed.
The riders reached a tall formation of rocks when suddenly their horses became uneasy.
Chloe's eyes narrowed on them, unable to get a good view of them through the multitude.
Suddenly an Orc riding some sort of monstrosity charged down the rock face and attacked Hama, knocking him from his steed, the human rolling over as the monstrosity beard down upon him.
His screams caused everyone to turn to look in their direction.
Gamling drew his sword. "WARGS!"
The Warg threw Hama's body away and turned to Gamling.
As the two warriors clashed Legolas rode up, firing an arrow which felled the Warg, and threw its rider to the ground.
"Warg!" Eomer yelled form the hilltop, pulling his sword out. "We're under attack!"
The men drew their swords as the crowd instantly is reduced to a blind panic as the people screamed and turned back towards Edoras.
"All riders to the head of the column!" Theoden yelled.
Chloe pulled out her bow from where it'd been hitched to her saddle, yanking out an arrow from the quiver lying across her back. Sensing motion she turned and fired, the arrow flying through the air and piercing the throat of a Warg who'd been charging Eowyn and the children. The archer didn't think twice, pulling out another arrow and another, firing them at the fallen Orc, one piercing his eye and the other shooting through his open mouth as he screamed. The Orc fell, dead.
Theoden turned to Chloe and nodded before riding up to his niece and the crying children. "You must lead the people to Helm's Deep, and make haste."
Eomer charged a Warg and it's rider, the few remaining men of Rohan in a raging battle while amidst their crying women and screaming children.
"I can fight!" Eoywn exclaimed.
"No!" Theoden bared down on his stubborn niece. "You must do this…for me."
Eowyn stared up at her king and uncle before sighing and nodding, bowing her head. "As my king wishes."
"Thank you." He whispered before pulling his sword free and yelling at his men. "FOLLOW ME!"
Aragorn, astride Hasufeld, pulled up by Chloe's side, sword drawn. "As always, My Lady, try be safe."
Shooting an Orc off of a Warg as the creature chased after Oliver, Chloe sent Aragorn a grin. "Now where's the fun in that?"
He shook his head at her, yet was grinning as he urged Hasufeld on, sword glistening in the sunlight.
Chloe lost sight of him in the midst of the chaos and bloodshed, her arrows flying true and hitting their marks, but there were just so many Wargs and Orcs riding them that soon she could feel her quiver growing increasingly empty.
And then her horse, damn it to hell, bucked her off and raced away in the direction that Eowyn and the women and children had taken off in.
The blow left her disoriented, the blonde bringing her hand to her forehead, her fingers coming away with blood.
This made it official.
She hated horses.
Groaning, Chloe forced herself to stand, finding herself on foot in the middle of a battle fought by riders.
She gazed around her quickly, trying to find some sort of advantage, and spotted a large set of boulders a couple of feet away. The blonde grabbed her bow from where it'd fallen and took in a deep breath as she started sprinting towards the boulders. Jumping over cadavers, crisscrossing around riders, Chloe reached down and yanked a near full quiver of arrow from a fallen solider who wouldn't need them anymore, before using the propulsion to somehow climb up the smooth sides of the boulder. She rested on the top before flinging the new quiver's strap around her shoulder and jumping up, her hands somehow catching an edge of the higher boulder, grunting as her feet somehow helped propel her further up the larger boulder.
Smirking, brushing her hands together, Chloe placed the extra quiver at her feet before readying an arrow to her bow and letting the arrow fly.
Below she could see Legolas riding behind Gimli on Arod, the Elf in the middle of the battle and impressively keeping balance on the warhorse while letting loose his own arrows, which met their mark each and every time.
She was going to have to get the Elf to teach her how to do that…as soon as she learnt how to ride a horse without it bucking her off all the time.
Firing her last arrow, Chloe yanked the empty quiver's strap off and threw it to the ground before bending down and strapping on the full one. Withdrawing an arrow with one smooth movement she sent an arrow flying, the arrow piercing the head of the Orc who'd been sneaking up on Aragorn as the Ranger clashed swords with two orcs. She let another arrow fly, this one felling one of the Orcs he fought, and the other killed a rider-less Warg that'd been charging him.
Slicing off the head of the remaining Orc, Aragorn looked around him at the dead before looking around him and somehow finding her, his lips twitching in a smile as he saluted her before racing to help Gimli.
Chloe wondered how Gimli had managed to fall from Arod and somehow end up underneath a couple of dead Wargs, but the sound of claws against stone alerted her to her own predicament. The blonde twirled around and let the arrow fly, killing the Warg trying to climb up the boulder at her. A couple of those creatures had realized that she was on the boulders while she'd been shooting others, and now they circled, their riders urging them on.
A howl of agony echoed behind her and Chloe turned, eyes widening to see a Warg that'd managed to climb up behind her. It tumbled down the smooth side of the boulder, taking its rider with it, two arrows in its gut.
Her gaze scanned the battlefield to see Oliver smirk in her direction before turning his bow and arrows on an approaching Warg.
Chloe smiled before turning around and shooting the Orc that'd climbed up to the second boulder.
The blonde was somewhat dizzy as she twirled around, firing arrows at the monsters trying to climb up after her, and at one point she nearly stepped off of the boulder yet managed to keep her balance.
Falling to her knees, Chloe flinched at the pain before reaching behind her at the quiver…finding it empty.
A clawed hand appeared on the side of the boulder.
Yanking off the quiver, Chloe drove it hard on that hand, causing a yell as the Orc let go and plummeted back down.
Something grabbed her hair, yanking her head back painfully, and the blonde reacted, reaching out with her hand and grabbing the Orc by it's neck, staring upside into its face as something seemed to explode from her stabscar into it, the tentacles of colors throbbing as the orc went still. Dizziness jolted through Chloe's body, causing her to let go of her hold on the Orc and fall to the boulder, but not before she saw those all-too familiar veins begin to make trails down the Orc's neck. Her dizziness was spiked by a headache as suddenly it was as if she was seeing through the Orc's eyes as it turned and threw itself down on those below, slashing as them and biting them spreading the veins like some sort of infection as it battled its own kind.
The Orcs and the Wargs below were confused, cursing, howling, turning on the traitor before they too began to have the veins take root, attacking the ones around them before beginning to disintegrate.
She felt like some sort of insect as her vision seems to split and split into more and more pairs until it seemed as if she was staring out of fifty monitors all stacked up around each other.
The lucky ones were killed by the others.
The unlucky ones stood there until they became nothing but ash.
Once the last died Chloe gasped as she shot up, sucking in breath, a hand to her forehead as she stared around her in confusion.
What-what had happened?
She could vaguely remember something similar happening around the mouth to the entrance of Moria, but still…
…what was going on?
The blonde's hand went to her hip, where the throbbing of the veins was slowing to a standstill.
Was this some sort of defense mechanism?
Some way of slowly bleeding out the poison from her system?
Could she-could she slowly cure herself by infecting others?
"Melamin!" Aragorn rode up on Brego, eyeing her in worry. "Are you hurt?"
Chloe stared at him from where she sat on the face of the boulder, before her gaze went to the battlefield, finding the Warg Riders retreating across the plains, the Rohirrim Horsemen giving chase and still slaughtering them.
"Melamin!" Aragorn reached up for her.
"Right." Grabbing her empty quiver and bow, Chloe accepted Aragorn hand and help as she slipped onto the saddle in front of him.
His arm went around her tightly as the other urged Hasufeld away from the boulder and the dead bodies towards where Theoden and the others were. "You did well, Melamin."
"You didn't do too bad yourself, Aratoamin." She felt his pleasure at the use of that pet name, her hand going down to press against the one he kept at her stomach.
Theoden stared down the edge of the cliff, pale as a page.
Aragorn stopped by Oliver, who stood with his hands clenched. "What has happened?"
"It's Eomer." Oliver gulped, voice deep. "He fell."
"Oh no." Chloe gasped in horror, for while she hadn't known Eomer well she'd known how important he was not only to the kingdom, but to Theoden and Eowyn.
Gamling, having thankfully survived the massacre, ran up behind Theoden.
The king turned to him, something dead in his features. "Get the wounded on horses. The wolves of Isengard will return." He gulped. "Leave the dead."
Gamling nodded before turning and returning to the ranks.
Even though they'd won the battle, Chloe could feel the air of defeat amongst the survivors as they made their way silently towards Helm's Deep. Gimli, Legolas, Clark and an extremely silent Oliver stuck close to Aragorn and her, the group knowing that before this was ended, most-if not all-of them could be dead. Would be dead.
The Rohirrim must have thought the same, for even when they finally crested yet another hill to see Helm's Deep not a cry of relief escaped their lips.
Chloe stared at the fortification as it grew closer, noticing that there seemed much life behind its gates. More than had left the crowd during the attack. There were guards at the towers and in the battlements, guards who hadn't been a part of their group, and it was only when the gates were opened to them that Chloe realized that these were the soldiers and peoples of all Rohan who'd been driven from their homes. They'd known Helm's Deep was their kingdom's refuge, and had all made for it, huddled here and waiting for their king.
"Make way for Theoden!" Gamling yelled. "Make way for the king!"
Eowyn raced to meet them at the gates, her eyes widening in visible horror to see how few had made it.
Theoden stopped before her, dismounting, averting his gaze as much as possible. "Eomer has joined Theodred."
Eowyn's eyes widened in horror as a sob escaped her.
The king drew his niece to his chest, agony covering his own features as he led her away so she could grieve in privacy.
Aragorn turned to the men in the king's absence. "Draw all the forces behind the wall and bar the gate."
"And set a watch on the surround." Legolas seconded.
"What about those who cannot fight?" Gamling wanted to know. "The women and children?"
Aragorn dismounted Hasufeld, giving the horse a loving pat before reaching up for Chloe, helping her down. "Is there a place of refuge? Of hiding?"
"The caves." Gamling nodded.
"Good." Aragorn nodded. "They must stay there."
"I can't believe Cell Mate bit the dust." Dinah grumbled, shaking her head. "He was so hot! Plus his constant bickering with Ollie was so amusing!"
"There can only be one bromance other than Frodo and Sam, and Clark and Legolas are the winners for that." Zatanna declared, frowning as she read about Wormtongue telling Saruman all about Helm's Deep and its one weakness, which was an outer wall which was solid rock except for a small culvert at its base that was little more than a drain. So, thanks to Wormy being alive, Sarumen knew Helm's Deep's Achiles Heel, and apparently he had not only gunpowder on his side (which was apparently some huge revolutionary invention in Middle Earth) but he also a ridiculously immense army of tens of thousands of Ururk-Hair warriors ready and willing to tear the humans to bits. This same army had just been dispatched to Helm's Deep with the explicit instructions to leave none alive, and, well, things were not looking good for the heroes.
Obviously, the writer of these stories was one giant asshole.
The magician also wondered why the book decided that they needed to know that Merry, Pippin and Treebeard were passing close by Isengard.
Other than to know that the hobbits were still alive, how was that of any importance?
They were just the cut comic reliefs.
It wasn't as if the hobbits could do anything about what was going on in Isengard.
There was a horse!
Oh dear god things were finally starting to go her way!
Giving a little squeal of relief, Lois hurried towards the riverbank, where the horse was chewing on some grass, but as she moved passed the large tree trunk Lois stopped. Her eyes widened to see the man laying upon a bank of rocks, water flowing all around him. Obviously the current had brought him this way until he'd beached up on the shore.
But was he alive?
Narrowing her eyes, the brunette carefully made her way towards the man before reaching down and trying for a pulse.
Dark hazel's suddenly widened as she recognized his face. "Eomer?" It was the dude whose cousin had died! The one who'd last been in Chloe's company!
There was no way she could let this guy die!
Positioning him so that he was completely on his back, Lois tilted his head back and opened his mouth, hooking her fingers and checking inside to make sure there was nothing there obstructing his breathing. When she confirmed there was none, Lois pinched his nose and breathed into his mouth before pushing down on his chest, repeating the actions over and over again until she felt the jolt in his body and turned Eomer on his side in time for water to spew out of his mouth.
"That's it." Lois rubbed his back as he continued to spew out the water. "You okay dude? No brain damage or anything?"
He groaned and slowly turned on his back, staring up at her in confusion. "I am not this "Dude" person, you mistake me. I am Eomer, son of-."
"Bro, calm down. I know you're Eomer. I have been reading the book." She flinched. "Sorry about your cousin by the way."
He frowned, slowly sitting up. "Who are you?"
"Oh!" The brunette grinned brightly, holding out her hand under his nose. "Lois, daughter of Sam Lane. You know my cousin. Chloe, daughter of Moira Lane."
Eomer stared at her hand before shaking it. "Thank you, Lois daughter of Sam Lane, for saving my life."
"No problem bucko." She slugged his arm. "How's about you grab that horse and take me to my cousin?"
Eomer eyed her as if she was the oddest thing, before nodding.
Lois continued to grin brightly, relieved that finally the book seemed to be warming up to her.