Here follows an account of what happened during the release of Pippin and Merry, the liberation of King Theoden, and the battle for Helm's Deep and the people of Rohan:
Seraniel, after being taken by the Riders of Rohan, was freed at the edge of the northern border, presumably closer to Lorien's edge. Lady Galadriel once again took her in, and furnished her with a room. However, Seraniel had to promise her one thing.
" Promise me, Seraniel, that you will ride out to Gandalf and Theoden, when I bid you, and remain away from here until your heart has finally settled," Lady Galadriel said. She opened Seraniel's hand and placed a small pouch in her palm.
" Do not wear this until you have chosen your fate," she said.
" I promise," Seraniel said. Galadriel, smiling, said, " Well, then, I bid you set out now, for, luckily, Helm's Deep had held, and King Theoden is venturing to Isengard, along Gandalf, Aragorn, and his two companions. The Rohirrim also go."
" What do I say?"
" Carry nothing but the truth with you. When you arrive, I will guide you," Lady Galadriel said. With that, she took Seraniel's arm and led her outside. At the bottom of the stairs, a white horse stood, held by a page.
" Farewell, my friend, let the wind be at your back and the road free of the Enemy," Lady Galadriel said. Seraniel took the reigns from the page and climbed into the saddle of Frenhol, the horse. With that she galloped from Lorien, south, resting only at the edge of Fanghorn Forest, eldest of the ancient forests. Frenhol dashed through Fanghorn, sensing the danger of the trees, primeval and angry. At last, the tower of Orthanc came into view. Four days she had spent riding at a strenuous pace, and still, the Rohirrim had beat her. A great party had assembled both outside and inside the broken, barely discernable walls of Isengard.
Seraniel, after being taken by the Riders of Rohan, was freed at the edge of the northern border, presumably closer to Lorien's edge. Lady Galadriel once again took her in, and furnished her with a room. However, Seraniel had to promise her one thing.
" Promise me, Seraniel, that you will ride out to Gandalf and Theoden, when I bid you, and remain away from here until your heart has finally settled," Lady Galadriel said. She opened Seraniel's hand and placed a small pouch in her palm.
" Do not wear this until you have chosen your fate," she said.
" I promise," Seraniel said. Galadriel, smiling, said, " Well, then, I bid you set out now, for, luckily, Helm's Deep had held, and King Theoden is venturing to Isengard, along Gandalf, Aragorn, and his two companions. The Rohirrim also go."
" What do I say?"
" Carry nothing but the truth with you. When you arrive, I will guide you," Lady Galadriel said. With that, she took Seraniel's arm and led her outside. At the bottom of the stairs, a white horse stood, held by a page.
" Farewell, my friend, let the wind be at your back and the road free of the Enemy," Lady Galadriel said. Seraniel took the reigns from the page and climbed into the saddle of Frenhol, the horse. With that she galloped from Lorien, south, resting only at the edge of Fanghorn Forest, eldest of the ancient forests. Frenhol dashed through Fanghorn, sensing the danger of the trees, primeval and angry. At last, the tower of Orthanc came into view. Four days she had spent riding at a strenuous pace, and still, the Rohirrim had beat her. A great party had assembled both outside and inside the broken, barely discernable walls of Isengard.