Chapter Thirty-Six
I paced wildly in the open forum as the villagers began unpacking and trying to find their loved ones. Freda and her brother had found their mother. Eowyn was helping others settle, but I could not calm myself.
Orcs had found our band and attacked. All the soldiers, including Strider, Legolas and Gimli had stayed to fight. I knew that some wouldn't make it. I knew there would be pain and death, but what kept me pacing was the fear that Legolas or the others wouldn't return.
I stopped when The King and some of his soldiers came through the gate. Eowyn quickly ran to her uncle and Gimli approached her with sadness in his eyes.
"No..." I quietly whispered to myself. I looked about the crowd until I found the tall, fair-haired elf. "Legolas!" I ran to his side, he crouched to my level as I embraced him. "I thought you..." he felt his muscles were tensed. I pulled away. "Strider. Where is he?" Legolas did not respond, but opened his hand reveling the Evening Star, that Arwen had given her lover. "No." tears stung my eyes. "That's just not possible..." he didn't answer, but stood and began to walk away. "Legolas!" he stopped and faced me.
His beautiful face was smudged with some dirt and his eyes were heavy with grief and regret. I ran to him again and he again bent to my level as I jumped into his arms, burying my face in his shoulder, sobbing. I felt his grip tighten as well, but I knew that he wouldn't cry.
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:: As soon as dawn broke, Treebeard began walking again. I kept my eyes on the horizon and something rising from the South. "Look! There's smoke to the South."
"There is always smoke rising from Isengard these days," Treebeard grimly replied.
"Isengard?" Merry oddly looked at me. We both climbed further in Treebeard's branches for a better view.
"There was a time when Saruman would walk in my woods, but now he had a mind for metal and wheels. He no longer cares for growing things,"
What I saw made me wish I had stayed lower. A massive army was quickly moving across the land. "What is it?"
"It's Saruman's army!" my cousin gasped. "The war has started."
War. The only good of Wisteria dying was the fact that she wouldn't have to see any more death or pain. ::
I paced wildly in the open forum as the villagers began unpacking and trying to find their loved ones. Freda and her brother had found their mother. Eowyn was helping others settle, but I could not calm myself.
Orcs had found our band and attacked. All the soldiers, including Strider, Legolas and Gimli had stayed to fight. I knew that some wouldn't make it. I knew there would be pain and death, but what kept me pacing was the fear that Legolas or the others wouldn't return.
I stopped when The King and some of his soldiers came through the gate. Eowyn quickly ran to her uncle and Gimli approached her with sadness in his eyes.
"No..." I quietly whispered to myself. I looked about the crowd until I found the tall, fair-haired elf. "Legolas!" I ran to his side, he crouched to my level as I embraced him. "I thought you..." he felt his muscles were tensed. I pulled away. "Strider. Where is he?" Legolas did not respond, but opened his hand reveling the Evening Star, that Arwen had given her lover. "No." tears stung my eyes. "That's just not possible..." he didn't answer, but stood and began to walk away. "Legolas!" he stopped and faced me.
His beautiful face was smudged with some dirt and his eyes were heavy with grief and regret. I ran to him again and he again bent to my level as I jumped into his arms, burying my face in his shoulder, sobbing. I felt his grip tighten as well, but I knew that he wouldn't cry.
******
:: As soon as dawn broke, Treebeard began walking again. I kept my eyes on the horizon and something rising from the South. "Look! There's smoke to the South."
"There is always smoke rising from Isengard these days," Treebeard grimly replied.
"Isengard?" Merry oddly looked at me. We both climbed further in Treebeard's branches for a better view.
"There was a time when Saruman would walk in my woods, but now he had a mind for metal and wheels. He no longer cares for growing things,"
What I saw made me wish I had stayed lower. A massive army was quickly moving across the land. "What is it?"
"It's Saruman's army!" my cousin gasped. "The war has started."
War. The only good of Wisteria dying was the fact that she wouldn't have to see any more death or pain. ::