Winged beasts flies again

Outside the elven kingdoms no one knew anything, all messages from their elven friends brought good news and no one could escape from these countries to tell them what was happening.

Then one day the forces of Rivendell attacked the Shire. The eyes of the world focused on Rivendell, now everyone know that the elves, and Elrond. Had been crazy and began invading other countries.

This was all they knew, Elrond had invaded the Shire, nobody asked why.

…

Saruman had ordered the elven kings not to trust anyone but him, in return they would have all the protection from Isengard and it's warriors, in other words, they never had any choice, if they did anything that Saruman wasn't completely pleased with they would all be killed. Only one of them had dared to turn away from his orders, Elrond, and after Gondor had offered Saruman help, he too was forced to accept. Nobody saw how everything worked, not the elves nor anyone else.

Elrond had never felt that frustrated. His friends were tortured every day by Saruman's warriors, Aragorn didn't seem to care and there was absolutely nothing he could do about it.

Everything had turned that way so fast.

But Saruman had one great plan left, he allowed Gondor to place their armies in Isengard if they wanted, at the same time as he spoke behind Aragorn's back that it was a pity Isengard had to do that.

After a long day of work Aragorn sat in the great hall of Gondor with Arwen and just looked out through the window on the beautiful city when an old friend came in to visit.

"Pippin!"

The little hobbit gave them a quick smile while he walked through the room.

"It seems like you have a lot to do" he said while he walked closer to the king and queen.

"A lot to do?" Pippin hesitated when he heard the question. That was far away from the answer he had thought he would get, but then he began to explain.

"It's something that is very wrong Aragorn, I don't know how I shall say this but I believe it has something to do with the elves…"

That was all Pippin got time to say, in the next second he was interrupted by a scream from the city outside. Aragorn, Arwen and Pippin ran across the room and over to the window to look. Then suddenly Faramir tore the door open and ran in to them.

"We're under attack!" He shouted.

Next moment all four of them fell to the floor by a dreadful impact and Pippin just happened to turn his head to the window in time to see the reason.

"LOOK!" He shouted.

And the others looked, and they got paler in their faces by the sight… all over the city, in the sky, was the winged beasts of the nazguls, they spew fire, collided with the houses and destroyed everything in their way.

"What are we doing now?" Was it someone of them who asked, none of the others could hear who it was. But there was only one thing they could do, hide in the cellar until the nazguls flew away. There was no idea to attack them when they were in the air.

"Faramir, where is Eowyn, maybe she is the only one who can defeat them?" Aragorn screamed over the noise and Faramir bit his lip.

"No she can't fight in the moment…"

"Why?"

"… because she is in the eights month." Faramir admitted weakly. Aragorn just watched his captain in silence for a few seconds.

"You have truly chosen the right moment to become father!" he muttered. They had to stay in the cellar for a week.