The Return of the Queen: The Kill and The Good-Bye
by Tennyo
“It’s locked,” said Moira throwing her shoulder into the door, trying to get it to budge. Angel pushed her behind him. “Step back,” he said kicking the door in. “Let us hunt some Orc,” Moira said. Ten minutes later every Orc in the warehouse was dead. “Now for Sauroman,” said Moira grimly.
“Looking for me?” came a voice from behind them.

Moira spun around. “Sauroman,” she growled, “You will pay for my fathers life.”

He spun his sword in a wide arc. “Lets see what you got, little girl.”

Moira attacked, battering him up against the wall. She disarmed him quickly. Holding Narsil to his throat she said, “I pray to the Valor that justice finds you in your next life before I do, after all karma’s a bitch.” She slit his throat.

Suddenly the walls began to fade away. “This can’t be good,” said Doyle.

As the walls came back into view they looked around. “Where are we?” asked Angel “Gondor,” replied Moira, “My home.”

There came a voice from the doorway behind her. “Moira?” “Mother?” she said spinning around. She ran over and embraced the woman, who to Angel and Doyle was an older version of her. “I’m so sorry I wasn’t here for father,” she sobbed, “I could have helped him.” The woman stroked Moira’s hair. “Shh. It’s alright there was nothing you could have done and you’re here now.” She released Moira and took her hand. “Come with me.” She led them to a side chamber. There lying in state was Aragorn, son of Arathorn, Moira’s father.

Legolas looked at Moira. “Lets give her a minute by herself. Arwen, cousin can you and Haldir show Angel and Doyle the castle?” ”It would be my pleasure,” she replied. Legolas placed his hand on Moira’s cheek, “We’ll be back shortly. Say good-byes to your father my love.” Moira nodded against his hand, tears already streaming down her face. He closed the door quietly behind him leaving her alone in the room.

Walking slowly over to where his body lay, tears streaming down her face, Moira sat next to he father. She stroked his hair, brushing a stray lock behind his ear. “Forgive me for not being here,” she said, “but your death was avenged, the man, if a man is what you call him, that did this to you did pay, with his life. Rest in peace son of Gondor, my father, my king.” She kissed his forehead, each of his eyes, and each cheek. “Amin mela Lle. I love you father.”

The door opened but Moira didn’t turn around. “Welcome home lover,” she heard behind her. “I’m not your lover Asher. Now leave.” She turned around and looked at the man behind her. He was tall and muscular his skin as white as his hair with eyes of such a dark blue they were almost black. “That’s not what you were saying when you disappeared,” he taunted. Moira stood up, her anger flaring. “You mean when you forced yourself on me? I tried telling you then and I’m telling you now: I want nothing to do with you. Now as the princess and soon to be queen I order you to GET OUT! Never come in my presence again or Valor help me, you will regret it.” “We shall see,” he said as he turned and left ramming into Legolas on his way though the door.

“Are you alright?” said Legolas. Moira sat back down, she was so angry she was shaking. “I’ll be fine,” she said taking a deep shuddering breath. He knelt down in front of her, “Are you ready?” “Ready for what?” she said. “To meet your people, not as a princess but as a tari, as a queen.” She ran her hand down his face. A mischievous twinkle appeared in her eyes. “They can wait. It’s time for you and me to get reacquainted.” She kissed him on the lips. “My room, now.” Kissing her back he said, “Yes my queen.”



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