Thank you for these lovely reviews. I would thank every single of you personally (and would had done it) when it would be possible. So, know that I value every single one.

As promised, two new chapters this time.

Should there be any grammatic mistakes. I am sorry. I do my best but nobody is perfect. ;-)

Hope you will like them.

Thanks for reading.

Enjoy.

What is left behind

Imrahil met the marshal of Rohan on the edge of the Pelennor. Dol Amroth's forces stayed behind were Boromir left them. To hinder the orcs to retreat. The fair-haired man had introduced himself as Éomer and required help. He was willing to give it. They ended up in the middle of the battle. The horsemen were protected by their shields. So, his swanknights were at the receiving end of attacks. One of his men was shoot despite armour and fell down. Imrahil knew the name of every soldier. The prince commiserated with the family. Sadly, there was nothing the prince could do for this man. He parries one blow. Then another. Imrahil has not found his other nephew yet. However, he was sure to see the second son of his sister after battle. Alive, hopefully. Both of his nephews.

Faramir stand at Aragorn's left side when their company arrived at the Pelennor. "Rough battle which I like best," declares Gimli and reveals his axe. No, he does not. Legolas views one of the oliphaunts. Probably the elf's first target. The younger one was worried over the strong force of the enemy. Estel wasted no time and drew Andruil. The green lines shone bright and behind his friend death men gather together. He followed as did dwarf and elf. The Grey Company behind them. His bow would do for now, no sword was needed. One of their men was attacked by an orc from behind. Faramir aimed at the enemy. Too late the young ranger realized that it was a death man. The orc would have done the man no harm. They exchanged looks. He slightly bows his head. In return the death man saves the younger one from a blow, he saw too late. It was then that Faramir's eyes found the Witchking. This creature attacks the King of Rohan and the man was thrown of his horse. Before, more pain came over Théoden a soldier steps in front him. He rushes to the Rohirrim's aid. Fires arrows on the way. Meanwhile, the mount of the Witchking was beheaded. He chose to assist the soldier and joins his side. The younger one mustered courage and walks towards the enemy.

"No. Go away. I can fight him," a voice tried to hold him back.

"No man can fight nor kill me," the Witchking declares.

"I am no man," the same voice states and the soldier turned out to be a woman. One he knew. Éowyn. The young ranger was not focused on the enemy in front him. Only for this short of time. It was sufficient. The creature grasps him by the neck and looks at Faramir. He managed to hold eye contact. Underneath the nazgul cried. It dins in his ears. Nevertheless, he manages to stay conscious. Within the eyes of his attacker all he found was darkness. As well, amusement for his position. It was very wrong to let the Witchking out of view. Everytime, the younger one cares more about other's well-being than his own. Always, with consequences. However, it is his wish to protect people as best as he can. Behind, he makes out Merry and relief found the way to his heart. On the one hand by knowing the hobbit was well and because of proudness. Yet, fear for his friend.

"Men are not alone," he then mumbles. His companion stabs the Witchking from behind. He fell to the ground on his left arm. It was there where Faramir had been hit at Amon Hen. The young ranger will treat it later on. He rose to be at Éowyn's side. However, the woman was not in need of his help. She seizes the moment and rams her sword in its head. The creature was no more. Faramir had witnessed another side of her. It made him think no less of the shieldmaiden. Both kneeled down to Théoden. He more fell on his knees. The younger one realizes that the King would not make it. Too severe were his injuries. Éowyn had tears in her eyes. He managed to lay a reassuring hand on her shoulder.

"It is too late, Wyn," states Théoden. She did not leave his side.

"No," she mumbles. The man caresses her cheek. Faramir remains silent. Now, the man looks at him.

"Would you... take care of my niece? Protect her?" the younger one was asked.

He nods and promises," I will." Suddenly, the king stops to breath. Théoden, son of Thengel, King of Rohan was dead. Éowyn silently weeps then passed out. He breathes heavily. Faramir was close to black out himself. The young ranger looks around. Soon, battle would be over. He regards the shieldmaiden. She was shielded on her right side by Théoden. Still, in her arms. Faramir lay down to her left. Then his world turned black. At least, she would be safe.

With the help of the oath breakers, victory was theirs. Aragorn fought alongside them as did they all. The death men appear in front Estel. "Let us go," one demands. He slightly bows his head. "Your oath is fulfilled. Go. Rest in peace," the Dúnedain announces. Green lines on Andruil and men vanished. He pauses. Then began walking around. Soon, Aragorn will become King. From views he received, the soldiers would follow him. He looks up to the citadel. Denethor won't be easy to convince. However, it must be done. Estel lowers his gaze again and makes out an orc who was about to aim at someone laying on the ground. He draws Andruil and hinders the creature from doing so. Motionless on the ground Aragorn found his young companion and the shieldmaiden of Rohan. So, Éowyn has decided to follow her heart and it leaded her to battlefield. Faramir supported her during last duel as it seems. He regards them for a while. Then smiles faintly. The fair-haired woman fell in love with him. He knew that. However, his heart ever belonged to Arwen. Estel could not answer her love. She will understand. Someday. Maybe she would be happy nonetheless. It was his wish as well.

Meanwhile Gimli content with himself sat on one enemy. Just smoking his pipe. Till, Legolas walked towards him. The elf really thought that one oliphaunt makes more counts. He had watched his friend deal with animal and riders. Dramatically acrobatic as it was characteristic for his companion. It indeed has something. This way of fighting. Gimli smiled at Legolas. "I won again. Told you I would," he declared.

"Because of this one orc you sit on?" the elf began. "Which is not even dead?" his friend added and fired an arrow at the creature underneath the dwarf. His gaze turned fierce.

"It was already dead. Your elf eyes only could not see it," Gimli spoke up. Legolas smiled.

"Now it is," his companion stated.

"Let's agree on a tie," offered the dwarf.

"Why?" the elf questions.

"Because you own me something. At Helm's Deep your behaviour was not the one of friends," he replies.

"We are friends now," states his counterpart.

"Then accept my request," Gimli responds. Both exchanged views.

"If the dwarf feels better by fulfilling it," Legolas gave in. Their friendship was making progress.

Éowyn was surrounded by darkness. The shieldmaiden could not enjoy it to have defeated the Witchking. It meant nothing. Her uncle died. Her brother fought. But for how long. All hope was lost. Éowyn failed her family. Then someone appeared in front her... carrying a book. She recognized it. Her book. A gift from Thèodred. The figure drew near. Indeed, this man... it was him. She opened her mouth to say something but she was asked to stay silent. "Wyn, we do not have much time. This is all a dream," he began and smiled.

"I would not have thought to see you again," she replies.

"Continue," Thèodred states and lifts the book. "Your life will change but for the better," he adds.

"If this is my dream then...," Éowyn thoughts aloud. She was smart. Not to be satisfied even as a child. The shieldmaiden needed to understand. Behind every being and thing was a history.

"You believe it as well. You just don't know it yet, Wyn," her cousin answers.

"We miss you. Éomer and I," she admits.

He nods and adds," I know." Then Thèodred was gone. She opened her eyes and saw the light... of her world. Éowyn realized that Faramir lay next to her. Obviously, he was as exhausted as she was. Eyes closed. When the shieldmaiden looks up she could make out... Aragorn. His back turned towards her. The fair-haired woman lowered her head and eyes rest on the young ranger. Then she fell back into unconsciousness.

Pippin remained with Gandalf for the rest of the battle. With the orcs within the walls, they dealt easily. At least the men. He did not arrive in time. This must be changed. Next time, the hobbit will be prepared. When his friends stepped out of this one boat, Pippin knew that victory was theirs. He saw how good Aragorn, Gimli, Legolas and Faramir can whield their weapons. Boromir and his city received the support they deserved. Indeed, his eyes followed the appearance of these green soldiers. They really fought best. No one could stop them. Luckily, they were accompanied by Strider. Obviously, on their side. The hobbit ponders till he passed the gate. So, many died. It was not right. Pippin has to find Merry. He must ensure his friend's well-being. The young hobbit wanders around. Then his search was successful. "Merry," he cries and rushes to his other half. Pippin kneels next to his friend. With open eyes Merry looks at him, a smile on his face.

"Knew you would find me, Pip," the other hobbit states.

"Of course, I do. Every time," the young hobbit answers. "You are a soldier of Rohan now?" he questions.

"Yes," Merry replies in a low voice. "You are tired and wounded. Let's talk later. I want to know all you have experienced," counters Pippin. He draws the attention on him by waving to a soldier. It was Beregond.

"My friend needs...," Pippin began. "Treatment. Follow me," the man concludes and manages a faint smile. "Would you may... carry him? I am... Well, a man could do that better without hurting hin more," he requests. The guard nods and lifts Merry.