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Chapter 13
Faith was found by Gandalf much later in the evening. He took her back to the Houses of Healing, but kept her apart from the fellowship after deciding that it would probably be better if she were left alone that night. He told her as he left. "We ride into battle in two days. Will you come?" Faith had nodded in reply before going to her room to clean herself up and get some rest. She kept herself to herself for those days, resting and regaining her strength for battle. I may not know what I'm here for, but I'll wipe out some evil before I have to go back, she thought grimly.
Two days later and the fellowship saw Faith, mounted on her own horse waiting for them to depart. Faith grinned inwardly for a moment seeing their faces as she was waiting for them not the reverse, before remembering that the last time she had seen them she had wanted to kill Legolas. She saw him watching her and looked away. I will beat this thing, I'm not going there again. She shut her eyes resolutely as she mentally shook herself. Let's just get through this battle alive before we worry about anything else.
The Host of the West marched for days into Mordor, repelling all evil before them. Faith rode as best she could (which wasn't particularly well) keeping up with the other riders. Eventually they made their last camp on the fifth day of the march from Morgul Vale. Faith dismounted and settled down apart from the others as best she could when she was confronted by none other than Pelarden who had seen her earlier in the day and was determined to have his revenge for the embarrassment she had caused him.
"Well, Faith you ride with us into battle." He said patronisingly. Faith ignored him, determined not to let him anger her.
"I would have thought that a lady such as yourself would have remained behind. Or is it that you prefer the company of men?"
Not now, not here, a voice inside her head said as her rage began to build. You can't do this, you promised yourself. Stay calm.
Pelarden bent closely towards her, his breath against her face. "May I offer my humble services in your pleasure lady?" He sniggered as he bent closer.
Stay calm, stay calm, stay calm, stay calm... Her mind told her as Pelarden came closer and closer. She shut her eyes tightly, all her willpower trying to stop herself from lunging at Pelarden and teaching him the lesson he so richly deserved.
Pelarden smirked as he muttered quietly in her ear, "You can scream, but the others will not help you Faith, they fear and hate you. But you already knew that didn't you, Faith?" His hand bent down to smoothe her hair away from her face. Faith was screaming inside, she knew she would snap at any second, her hands crenched unconciously into fists.
Suddenly Pelarden let out a yelp and Faith felt liquid running down her face. "What the?" She said aloud as she smelt blood, jumping backwards away from Pelarden quickly. Her hands flew to her face and were instantly covered in Pelarden's blood. My God what have I done? Her mind cried as she looked at her hands. I don't even remember.. Oh God, Oh God... She ran wildly, not noticing where she was going, when someone stopped her by standing in front of her. She fell but got up swiftly wanting to run as far away. The figure who stopped her grabbed her ankles, causing her to fall again, Faith weeping silently tried to get up when a voice asked: "Faith what is this?"
Gimli's concerned face came into focus in front of her. Oh God Oh God let me go, I can't face this, she thought bleakly as Aragorn's and Pippin's faces swam into view.
"You are not hurt?" Gimli questioned again. Faith shook her head in answer, her body shaking as she hugged her knees, rocking back and forth. I can't tell them, they won't understand, what did I do? What if he's dead?
Legolas appeared behind her carrying his bow in his hand. He looked down at Faith puzzled by her actions. "What is wrong Faith?" he asked gently. Faith shook her head, not looking at any of them. "He will not try to hurt you again." Pippin murmured quietly.
"What?" Faith looked wildly up at that, don't say I killed him, please, don't say I killed him.
"Pelarden, the rider. He will not approach you again." Pippin repeated.
"He's dead?" Her voice was barely a whisper. They looked puzzled.
"No, Faith. We saw him approach you. We feared he might try to do you some harm after your last encounter with him." Aragorn told her.
"What happened then?"
"We saw him as he was talking to you." Legolas told her lifting her face up so they could all see her. "We heard what he said, and we saw what he tried to do."
"This time Legolas got his aim right!" Pippin pronounced proudly smiling at her. Faith was even more confused "His aim? You shot him?"
"Only a flesh wound, I did not want to hurt him badly for the battle is tomorrow." Legolas reassured her.
"Oh! THANK GOD!"
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Chapter 13
Faith was found by Gandalf much later in the evening. He took her back to the Houses of Healing, but kept her apart from the fellowship after deciding that it would probably be better if she were left alone that night. He told her as he left. "We ride into battle in two days. Will you come?" Faith had nodded in reply before going to her room to clean herself up and get some rest. She kept herself to herself for those days, resting and regaining her strength for battle. I may not know what I'm here for, but I'll wipe out some evil before I have to go back, she thought grimly.
Two days later and the fellowship saw Faith, mounted on her own horse waiting for them to depart. Faith grinned inwardly for a moment seeing their faces as she was waiting for them not the reverse, before remembering that the last time she had seen them she had wanted to kill Legolas. She saw him watching her and looked away. I will beat this thing, I'm not going there again. She shut her eyes resolutely as she mentally shook herself. Let's just get through this battle alive before we worry about anything else.
The Host of the West marched for days into Mordor, repelling all evil before them. Faith rode as best she could (which wasn't particularly well) keeping up with the other riders. Eventually they made their last camp on the fifth day of the march from Morgul Vale. Faith dismounted and settled down apart from the others as best she could when she was confronted by none other than Pelarden who had seen her earlier in the day and was determined to have his revenge for the embarrassment she had caused him.
"Well, Faith you ride with us into battle." He said patronisingly. Faith ignored him, determined not to let him anger her.
"I would have thought that a lady such as yourself would have remained behind. Or is it that you prefer the company of men?"
Not now, not here, a voice inside her head said as her rage began to build. You can't do this, you promised yourself. Stay calm.
Pelarden bent closely towards her, his breath against her face. "May I offer my humble services in your pleasure lady?" He sniggered as he bent closer.
Stay calm, stay calm, stay calm, stay calm... Her mind told her as Pelarden came closer and closer. She shut her eyes tightly, all her willpower trying to stop herself from lunging at Pelarden and teaching him the lesson he so richly deserved.
Pelarden smirked as he muttered quietly in her ear, "You can scream, but the others will not help you Faith, they fear and hate you. But you already knew that didn't you, Faith?" His hand bent down to smoothe her hair away from her face. Faith was screaming inside, she knew she would snap at any second, her hands crenched unconciously into fists.
Suddenly Pelarden let out a yelp and Faith felt liquid running down her face. "What the?" She said aloud as she smelt blood, jumping backwards away from Pelarden quickly. Her hands flew to her face and were instantly covered in Pelarden's blood. My God what have I done? Her mind cried as she looked at her hands. I don't even remember.. Oh God, Oh God... She ran wildly, not noticing where she was going, when someone stopped her by standing in front of her. She fell but got up swiftly wanting to run as far away. The figure who stopped her grabbed her ankles, causing her to fall again, Faith weeping silently tried to get up when a voice asked: "Faith what is this?"
Gimli's concerned face came into focus in front of her. Oh God Oh God let me go, I can't face this, she thought bleakly as Aragorn's and Pippin's faces swam into view.
"You are not hurt?" Gimli questioned again. Faith shook her head in answer, her body shaking as she hugged her knees, rocking back and forth. I can't tell them, they won't understand, what did I do? What if he's dead?
Legolas appeared behind her carrying his bow in his hand. He looked down at Faith puzzled by her actions. "What is wrong Faith?" he asked gently. Faith shook her head, not looking at any of them. "He will not try to hurt you again." Pippin murmured quietly.
"What?" Faith looked wildly up at that, don't say I killed him, please, don't say I killed him.
"Pelarden, the rider. He will not approach you again." Pippin repeated.
"He's dead?" Her voice was barely a whisper. They looked puzzled.
"No, Faith. We saw him approach you. We feared he might try to do you some harm after your last encounter with him." Aragorn told her.
"What happened then?"
"We saw him as he was talking to you." Legolas told her lifting her face up so they could all see her. "We heard what he said, and we saw what he tried to do."
"This time Legolas got his aim right!" Pippin pronounced proudly smiling at her. Faith was even more confused "His aim? You shot him?"
"Only a flesh wound, I did not want to hurt him badly for the battle is tomorrow." Legolas reassured her.
"Oh! THANK GOD!"
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