A/N Hey everyone, just a little one shot I wrote, just for fun. It is from the Return of The King(I think, its been awhile since I seen the LoTR movies.) When Faramir, son of Denethor II, leads a small Calvary charge to retake the fallen city of Osgiliaith. I thought it would be interesting to write. Anyway, feel free to leave your opinions in the reviews, and check out my other stories, if you want!
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We marched down the street, the maidens and children weeping as we rode.
Captain Faramir has gathered us, a hundred men to ride to try and retake the fallen city of Osgiliath.
Soldiers of Gondor we are, and it is our duty to defend our land and the lands we protect to the last man.
The iron gates of the last wall opened before us, and we rode on, passing under the arch and out into the Pelennor Fields.
Off to the east, a dark cloud brooded, casting a shadow upon the ruins of Osgilaith. As we excited the gate, Faramir ordered us into ranks, and we rode on, in two rows of fifty strong.
As the ruins draw near, Duinhir sounded his horn, and we drew our swords and raised the banner of the White Tree.
"For Gondor!" We all shouted as we spurred our horses on.
As the ruins of the city of Osgiliath loomed up, the walls seemed to sprout thousands of hideous heads.
We were within earshot from the walls when a fell voice drifted from the wall.
"FIRE!"
The sky turned black as a rain of arrows fell among us.
I was smote in the chest by three arrows, and my stead was slew beneath me.
As I fell from the saddle, I seen the banner of Nimloth pierced by an arrow.
The ground trembled beneath me, as the pounding of many hooves.
The world was beginning to dim, as I lie there.
Suddenly, the clouds parted, and a beam of light came down, and lit the White City in a heavenly glow.
All went black as I exhaled one final time.
