A/N This one is very short but I'll post the next one right ahead!
Nostariel walked to Graffelion, the city was still under siege even though the Rohhrim had arrived.
"My captain" her friend bowed.
"No Graffelion, no time and place for formality now. I want to ask you something. Our soldiers are losing hope and I found a way to bring it back to them. I will ride out with a company on the royal horses we have here. Will you ride out with me?"
He glanced at her, a grin formed on his face.
"For death and glory?" he asked her.
She grinned "Death and glory!" she said determined and mounted her horse.
She turned to her men "Men of Gondor, now is the time to show ourselves, to ride out for Gondor! Long have we feared the East, but the sun is shining, our friends of Rohan have come! And we will help them to defend our city and our family's! We will conquer the darkness! Now ride! For death and Glory!" she cried as she set in a full gallop.
They rode through the levels of the city, killing orcs and other foul creatures.
Her soldiers were getting hope as they rode by and they found themselves at the Pelennor.
Everything was chaos, orcs, Eored and Harad all mixed up.
A hopeless darkness...
"GONDOR! GONDOR!" She cried and the men followed, charging the enemy who looked up surprised.
Nostariel killed orcs, men and beasts.
Fighting for Faramir, Boromir, Haldír, Éowyn, Théodred and Éomer.
The hoofs of her horse made a sound like rolling thunder as she overwhelmed her opponents.
Then she saw him, Éomer.
An orc tried to kill him from behind, Nostariel galloped towards the orc and cut it's head of.
Her face determined, fierce and brave.
Her eyes, sparkling.
Her mouth opened, crying "Men of the West! For Freedom!" her voice gave him hope.