Chapter 47

Since the spirit of Saruman had left the king's soul and the strange man had been thrown out, Legolas had been breathing better. The presence of evil in this place had made breathing difficult. Now Théoden sat in front of them and eyed the group with interest.

"I see, Gandalf, that you are offering me a very unusual picture." The wizard laughed in response.

"My old friend, these are my companions. The four hobbits Merry, Pippin, Sam and Frodo from the Shire ..." The four hobbits bowed, although Pippin didn't know what to do at the beginning. The elf had to smile. The little Hobbit really wasn't the smartest, but he had a very big and kind heart. "This is Boromir from Gondor." The man also bowed and the king nodded to him. "Gimli, son of Gloin." The dwarf grumbled but indicated a negative.

'Typical dwarf,' thought the prince, smiling. "This is Aragorn, son of Isildur." The ranger immediately had the king's full attention, and the archer didn't really know if he should like it or not. Because at the moment he couldn't really estimate Théoden.

"The heir of Gondor," gasped the King of Rohan, visibly surprised at this. Aragorn bowed his head briefly, then Gandalf turned to Legolas.

"And this is Legolas, the Prince of the Elven Kingdom of Mirkwood." The handsome warrior bowed his head politely for a moment, trying to ignore the many looks that lay on him.

"An elf. Very interesting," said Théoden and looked at the prince, which he didn't like at all. Finally, he turned to Gandalf again. "What can I do for you now, my old friend?" The wizard's eyes instantly grew serious.

"Mordor's armies are getting closer and the battle for Middle-earth is just around the corner. We need your help." Legolas looked at the King of Rohan, who didn't seem to be alarmed by this news. The archer was a little confused. It was ultimately about the fate of all of Middle Earth.

"Did you see them, Gandalf?" The white wizard shook his head and then looked at the elf who knew what his old friend was going to say.

"No, but Legolas felt it more than clear." But Théoden did not look really convinced and eyed the beautiful warrior suspiciously, which he did not like and made him angry. "He can be wrong too." Legolas was horrified. Did the king really think he would say something like that if he wasn't absolutely sure? Above all, the evil was more than clearly felt that was slowly coming closer.

"As much as I hate to say that, but so far the elf has always been right and he will probably have it this time too," Gimli interjected in an annoyed voice. The King of Rohan sighed. "If it really should be and Rohan would go to battle by your side, we would still be clearly outnumbered, Gandalf." The prince had to admit that the man was right.

"I sent a message to the white city. They will help us and Gondor as well. And Legolas will speak to the elves." At that moment the king laughed in annoyance and anger spread again in the elf. He knew exactly what was coming.

"The elves. They've let us down for so long and never appear when we need them. I doubt they'll help us this time." Now it was enough. The handsome warrior took an angry step forward. He knew that his people had made many mistakes, but it was not their fault in the relationship with the people.

"The empires of the elves didn't let the humans down. They betrayed us." Théoden gave the prince an angry look, which he only returned. Until Aragorn grabbed his arm and pulled him back. His gray eyes looked comfortingly at Legolas and the archer slowly calmed down. "I'll think about it," the King of Rohan finally said. "Tomorrow at sunrise you have my decision."