I don't expect many people to read this, but I have to write it.
One-shot fic. It describes how an ordinary soldier from Rohan feels as they ride into battle.
Disclaimer: I don't own LotR.
Ere The Sun Rises
Horns sounded as we pulled out mounts to a halt on the edge of the Pelennor fields. Before us, thousands upon thousands of orcs turned to see us.
I gripped my spear tighter. This would be a day to remember. King Theoden turned around to face us ordinary ranks after shouting some commands to his leaders.
His voice commanded our attention. He had it.
"Arise! Arise! Riders of Theoden!" the king shouted as he rode along the ranks. "Spears shall be shaken! Shields shall be splintered!"
My heart aches slightly. We were riding to our death. Many of us would not survive. I prayed that my wife and children would find a means to live if I should fall.
"A sword day! A red day! Ere the sun rises!" Theoden continued. "Ride now! Ride now! Ride! Ride to ruin and the world's ending! Death!"
Everyone around me echoed his last word. "Death!"
"Death!" the king cried again.
"Death!" I shouted with my fellow soldiers.
"Death!" he repeated a third time.
"Death!" we screamed. If I should die, so be it. At least the cause was good.
"Forth Eorlingas!" King Theoden rode forward. The masses followed him. I urged my horse to a trot and then a gallop. We surged forwards, towards the assembled orcs. The heat of battle was upon us.
"Fire!" I heard the gruff voice of an orc shout. We ignored it, riding faster towards our foes.
The clash was great. Spears and swords whipped everywhere, taking out our enemies. They seemed almost surprised at the fierceness of our attack.
At the moment, the sun cleared the hill and shone upon us.
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