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The two angels

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"I grossly underestimated how fast orcs can run." Lucifer muttered as they entered the third day of hunting the orcs without food or rest. Gabriel still wasn't really well after the big fight at the riverside, so she didn't risk teleporting as she didn't know if it would work. Lucifer had tried flying towards them, but it was like something was working against them, which worried her. Aragorn and Legolas ran ahead, followed by the two archangels and lastly, Gimli. 

The dwarf could barely keep up with the four of them, reminding himself to keep breathing. Lucifer had offered to fly up and carry him, but his pride had made him refuse. A decision that he now regretted as ran after the rest of the group. They found one of the leaf clasps that the elves of Lothlórien had given them, indicating that Merry and Pippin may still be alive. Lucifer let out a small sigh of relief. The little hobbit had always been so determined to be her friend and she wasn't about to let him down if she could help it.

They ran once more and entered Rohan, which was one of the kingdoms in Middle-Earth. Legolas went ahead to scout. "Legolas, what do your elf-eyes see?" Aragorn called out. "The orcs have turned northeast. They're taking the hobbits to Isengard." Legolas told them. "Gard, gard, gard." Gabriel echoed with a giggle, resulting in Lucifer cuffing her on the back of her head. "Not the time." She scolded, before they continued.

They ran through the night and into the morning. "A red sun rises. Blood has been spilled this night." Legolas muttered, unconsciously glancing over at Gabriel to see if she was alright. After a few hours, Aragorn felt horses coming their way and told them to hide. Lucifer had been flying low and Gabriel hadn't been flying at all as her wing still hurt from when she had fallen to the ground after getting unconscious. At seeing that it was the Rohirrim, Aragorn softly ordered Lucifer to land, before calling the group and getting their attention. 

The group turned around and quickly surrounded them, pointing their spears at them. Gabriel spread one of her wings so that it hovered slightly in front of Legolas. "What business does a man, two women, an elf and a dwarf have in the Riddermark?" The leader asked harshly. Gabriel and Lucifer shared a look. If they had their powers, they could've easily defeated all of these riders, but since they didn't, they had to play it safe. 

"Speak quickly!" The leader demanded and Lucifer raised an eyebrow, not liking his tone. "Give me your name, horsemaster and I shall give you mine." Gimli replied. The man dismounted and walked towards the dwarf. "I would cut off your head, dwarf, if it stood but a little higher from the ground." He growled. Angered, Legolas pushed Gabriel's wing away and aimed an arrow at the man."You would die, before your stroke fell." He threatened.

This caused the people around them to point their spears at them again after having just pulled them back. Aragorn went to push his arm down, but Gabriel was faster, giving him a scolding look as she made him drop the arrow. Blue eyes stared right into golden ones, before Legolas relented and put the arrow back in the quiver on his back. "I am Aragorn, son of Arathorn. This is Lucifer, Gabriel, Gimli, son of Gloin and Legolas of the woodland realm. We're friends of Rohan and of Théoden, your king." Aragorn told the man. 

The man revealed that he was family of the king and that he had been banished as the evil wizard Saruman had control over his uncle. "The White wizard is cunning. He walks here and there, they say. He has spies everywhere." The man, Éomer, said, glancing at Lucifer and Gabriel and noticing their unusual eye colours. Noticing the other man tensing up and reaching for his sword, Aragorn hurried to reassure him that they weren't spies. 

"We were tracking a group of orcs that have taken two of our friends captive." He continued and Éomer looked down at this, telling them that he had come across the same group of orcs and that he and his men had left none alive. Aragorn noticed Lucifer taking a few steps back at this and unconsciously put a hand on her back in comfort. Éomer pointed at where they had burned the corpses, only to stumble forwards as a red flash suddenly shot past him. He and his men could only stare as Lucifer flew to the burning pile.

"How does she do that?" He slowly asked in shock. "It's a long story. Rest assured that she's on our side." Aragorn told him. Realising that he was probably better off not knowing, Éomer gave them three horses, before starting to ride north with his men. Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli climbed on the horses. Gabriel first wanted to fly over there, but Legolas managed to convince her to climb on behind him. 

They rode towards the burning pile, where Lucifer was frantically searching through the corpses with her hands, uncaring of the heat that was no doubt going to leave blisters if she kept going. "Lucifer, stop!" Aragorn ordered, jumping off his horse and grabbing her wrist. She whirled around on him, red eyes glaring at him. "You're going to hurt yourself." He continued in a more gentle tone, before Lucifer ripped herself free. 

"I'll be fine." She hissed, before turning to continue. "Lass, Aragorn's right. Leave the searching to me." Gimli put in his opinion, not even flinching when Lucifer aimed her glare at him. Gabriel put her hand on her sister's shoulder and said something in their language, before Lucifer finally relented and stepped back. Gimli carefully searched through the remains with his axe while Lucifer impatiently paced back and forth a few feet away from the pile. Gimli suddenly found something in the pile and held it up. 

"This was off their little belts." He whispered. Aragorn kicked a helmet in anger and screamed. Gabriel almost thought that she heard a cracking sound when he kicked the helmet, before getting distracted by something else: her sister's roar of anger and pain. She knew that if her sister still had her powers, Gimli, Legolas and Aragorn would've been gone and maybe she would've been as well. Lucifer had always been more powerful than her. 

She hadn't spent that much time with the two, little hobbits before they were separated, but Lucifer had and it already showed how much she had changed. The old Lucifer would've laughed at Aragorn's pain and would've taunted him about how extremely fragile life is compared to the immortal might of the Archangels. The fact that she was just as angry and in pain, showed that she had already started to change from the evil being that she had been once. She slowly put a hand on her sister's shoulder, but Lucifer roughly pulled away. 

She looked down, before noticing Aragorn practically crawling over the ground. "What is your mate doing?" She asked in their language and Lucifer looked up, seeing the same thing and tilting her head. "I have no idea." She replied as she slowly stood up. They heard the ranger muttering about how two hobbits had laid there in a patch of grass, slowly finding out more clues that indicated that they were alive. 

Lucifer let out a sigh of relief. "The trail leads to Fangorn Forest." Aragorn told them. "Is that good or bad?" Gabriel asked in a uncertain tone. "It isn't good. They may be in trouble." Legolas replied. "Well then. What are we waiting for?" Lucifer asked and Aragorn gave her a smirk as they ran into the forest. Lucifer almost didn't notice the brief, weird feeling in her stomach at seeing the smirk. Dismissing it, she continued to run.