~*~*~*~Chapter 1- The Army~*~*~*~
While Boromir and Frodo fought, neither one thought or listened to much else. Their sole and only concern, of course, was the Ring. Therefore, neither one heard the sound of a chorus of horns- beautiful, gold-sounding horns, not Orc horns- trumpeting through the trees. How either of these two could have missed this divine sound is implausible, but that is how it happened.
In spite of Frodo and Boromir's deafness, the sound was clearly heard by Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli. None were sure whether to welcome or fear the sound, however beautiful it was. Sauron the Deceiver had many spies, and not all with evil looks.
"That is not an Orc horn, nor is it Elvish or that of any man." Legolas confirmed, his voice quivering slightly.
Before any could answer, they were surrounded. There must have been an army there of nearly 10,000 people- not just men. They wore no armor. Each attired a tunic, a sky blue-ish shade in color. They also wore cloaks of an icy periwinkle, pinned around their necks with a golden star. At their waists were silver swords with a navy blue handles. On each of their backs was a quiver filled with perfectly straight, hard, wood arrows with gold feathers and a expertly made bow with a royal blue string. Their faces were a fair peach, some with pale pink cheeks, yet (in a way) kindly. Their eyes, varying in color between people, were intense and brave. There was something absolutely remarkable about these people, one could tell at a glance.
Suddenly, the army parted to make a sort of aisle, big enough for one man to walk through. Through it came a girl, only a child in most eyes. She had brown hair, that seemed to be highlighted a caramel color, and was tied back in a loose bun. Her eyes- well, her eyes were something to speak of. Around the edges was a vivid, leafy green, followed by a darker foresty green. The center (around the pupil) was a tree-bark auburn. She seemed to be made to blend in with the forest, and most certainly, she did. Her clothing was slightly different from the others. Her cloak was silver, and instead of the star, her brooch was a brilliant, stunning jewel. The color of the stone could not be described- it changed, and yet stayed the same. It always had a dark quality to it, and yet was as bright as the sun. This was indeed a mystifying gem. And this child obviously had some power.
"We have been searching for you for several days," she said, grinning slightly. She sounded as if she thought they knew everything about her and her army and why they were here already.
"But where did ya come from?" Gimli almost stuttered. His eyes were fixed on the jewel. He seemed to be in some sort of mystified trance. "You do not know? Lord Aragorn-" she bowed "-I am of your kin. I shall tell you the tale some other day; today, as you can hear-" the horn of Gondor carried through the air just after she finished speaking that phrase "- will be quite a busy day. All you need know is that I am the Lady Armina, and that I have come to your aid. Do you wish our help, or would you rather risk the demise of you and your company?" She smiled. She had said the last part with a sort of sarcastic tinge to it.
Without waiting for an answer, she spun around, and with a flash of her hand, her army turned to face her. Then, she grinned again at their dropped jaws. "Well, are you coming?" she asked laughingly.
While Boromir and Frodo fought, neither one thought or listened to much else. Their sole and only concern, of course, was the Ring. Therefore, neither one heard the sound of a chorus of horns- beautiful, gold-sounding horns, not Orc horns- trumpeting through the trees. How either of these two could have missed this divine sound is implausible, but that is how it happened.
In spite of Frodo and Boromir's deafness, the sound was clearly heard by Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli. None were sure whether to welcome or fear the sound, however beautiful it was. Sauron the Deceiver had many spies, and not all with evil looks.
"That is not an Orc horn, nor is it Elvish or that of any man." Legolas confirmed, his voice quivering slightly.
Before any could answer, they were surrounded. There must have been an army there of nearly 10,000 people- not just men. They wore no armor. Each attired a tunic, a sky blue-ish shade in color. They also wore cloaks of an icy periwinkle, pinned around their necks with a golden star. At their waists were silver swords with a navy blue handles. On each of their backs was a quiver filled with perfectly straight, hard, wood arrows with gold feathers and a expertly made bow with a royal blue string. Their faces were a fair peach, some with pale pink cheeks, yet (in a way) kindly. Their eyes, varying in color between people, were intense and brave. There was something absolutely remarkable about these people, one could tell at a glance.
Suddenly, the army parted to make a sort of aisle, big enough for one man to walk through. Through it came a girl, only a child in most eyes. She had brown hair, that seemed to be highlighted a caramel color, and was tied back in a loose bun. Her eyes- well, her eyes were something to speak of. Around the edges was a vivid, leafy green, followed by a darker foresty green. The center (around the pupil) was a tree-bark auburn. She seemed to be made to blend in with the forest, and most certainly, she did. Her clothing was slightly different from the others. Her cloak was silver, and instead of the star, her brooch was a brilliant, stunning jewel. The color of the stone could not be described- it changed, and yet stayed the same. It always had a dark quality to it, and yet was as bright as the sun. This was indeed a mystifying gem. And this child obviously had some power.
"We have been searching for you for several days," she said, grinning slightly. She sounded as if she thought they knew everything about her and her army and why they were here already.
"But where did ya come from?" Gimli almost stuttered. His eyes were fixed on the jewel. He seemed to be in some sort of mystified trance. "You do not know? Lord Aragorn-" she bowed "-I am of your kin. I shall tell you the tale some other day; today, as you can hear-" the horn of Gondor carried through the air just after she finished speaking that phrase "- will be quite a busy day. All you need know is that I am the Lady Armina, and that I have come to your aid. Do you wish our help, or would you rather risk the demise of you and your company?" She smiled. She had said the last part with a sort of sarcastic tinge to it.
Without waiting for an answer, she spun around, and with a flash of her hand, her army turned to face her. Then, she grinned again at their dropped jaws. "Well, are you coming?" she asked laughingly.