Ok, here is part two. (There will be four in all) It's a little shorter
then part one I think, but oh well. Um, I hope you like it, and thanks for
everyone who has already reviewed part one(
Lauren
I don't own LOTR or any of the characters in it. Darn.
The ride was long and tiresome, but both Meriadoc and I bore it well. We spoke little, each afraid to give ourselves away, but when a song rose through the air, we joined along as best as we could. For many hours we rode without stop, and when we grew too weary to go on, we would rest for a while, and eat from our rations before mounting again and trudging on. At these aforementioned rest stops, I instructed master Meriadoc to lay in one of my blankets and be still, and at first he did so, finding comfort and sleep, but as time passed I saw he grew lonely and wished for someone to speak to. Oh how I wished I could help ease his pain, but I feared I would be discovered, and so stayed quiet.
As for myself, I would sit around the campfires with my fellow riders, eating quietly and keeping my head low. I had the feeling that they wondered who I was, so still I was quiet, for I knew that great disaster would follow if it were discovered that their Lady Eowyn was eating and riding beside them, dressed as a humble soldier.
Again we rode, and now Meriadoc sat behind me under my heavy cloak, clutching to the fabric with his small fists. He was tired and starved, but I think he was grateful to at last be reuniting with his friends that he had spoke so much about.
I too was weary from lack of rest, and the chain mail that I had once bore happily began to show its weight, and put pain upon my whole body. I had lost track of the days since I had last beheld Meduseld where I grew up, and I had doubts inside that I would ever see it again.
My eyes began to close as I slipped in and out of consciousness. I heard nothing but my own heartbeat and the pounding hooves below me, and I wanted nothing more then a soft bed and a light gown to replace the heavy uniform that was upon me. I had never ridden to war before, and I suppose I had never realized how much of a toll it took upon the rider. I started to rethink my decision, though I knew it was already too late to turn back. But then I remembered the real reason why I was here. For honor, to prove that I was as strong as any man, to show everyone that I will not be left at home doing chores, and for Aragorn.
Aragorn… my mind had not dwelt upon him for days, and again I began to see his face in my thoughts, and I remembered the words he spoke to me, and I wondered if I would ever see him again.
Without realizing, the company of riders had slowed to a trot as we neared a dark forest that surrounded us on all sides. Soon we had all stopped, and sat upon out mounts nervously wondering the cause of our delay. Slowly I eased forward, until I was able to set eyes upon my king. Though there were thousands of soldiers, it was never difficult to pick him out of a crowd. He sat high and noble upon his gleaming white horse, his chin up and shoulders set high. Beside him was my dearest brother, whose face was hard as stone, and before them both was a figure that looked like a small man, though I knew not if he was a man at all. I had seen his kind only a few times before, and that had been enough, for I heard of the dangers that they brought. However, I saw that my uncle feared him not, but rather spoke to the squat little man for some time. I was weary still, and heard not what conversation was passed between the two, but soon a call was sounded to dismount our horses and lead them through the remainder of the forest.
I took Windfola by the lead and walked him for hours, till the afternoon where the stout little man left us. We were allowed to mount again as the night came, though day and night seemed the same thing to all of us.
I could see the walls of the Pelannor coming to view and we came to a gallop. It was then that I made my move in the darkness, traveling up through the riders and taking my place quietly behind the kings guard.
Orcs patrolled the walls but there were few, and swiftly they were slaughtered or scared off and we passed through, the city of Minas Tirith ahead, blazed in flame. I drew my sword from its sheath, and my uncle sounded the horn as we rode on, hearts soaring and ready for the fight.
Meriadoc was now before me again, and he hung on Windfola's mane desperately as I moved the stallion across the fields, slaying orcs along the way. Never before had I killed an Orc, but I found the task easy, as many were slow and unskilled fighters. As I fought for honor, I noticed that there were none of the Dunedain present, and I despaired, for Aragorn was surely gone, and I would never see him again.
I knew however, that I had to keep fighting. As I did, I kept my eyes upon the king and his gleaming steed, but it was not long before the pearly light of Snowmane's coat was covered in shadow.
Windfola reared up, tossing his head wildly and throwing the halfling and myself to the bloodstained ground. I returned to my feet, dazed but unhurt, and I saw the land covered by a shadow that made my bones rattle. But under the shadow I saw a sight that broke my heart to a thousand pieces. Snowmane, my kings noble steed, fallen. And below him lay my uncle… crushed.
The darkness above was embodied by a creature that filled my heart with dread, riding upon a fell beast, as I have never seen before. It was covered in a mantle as dark as the blackest night, and it bore a bright crown, but upon what it rested I did not know. I felt terror within but still I stood strong, for the fate of my king was in my hands.
I drew my sword.
Haha… cliffhanger. Don't worry. I have part 3 finished for the most part, and it should be up later tonight if I'm lucky.
Lauren
I don't own LOTR or any of the characters in it. Darn.
The ride was long and tiresome, but both Meriadoc and I bore it well. We spoke little, each afraid to give ourselves away, but when a song rose through the air, we joined along as best as we could. For many hours we rode without stop, and when we grew too weary to go on, we would rest for a while, and eat from our rations before mounting again and trudging on. At these aforementioned rest stops, I instructed master Meriadoc to lay in one of my blankets and be still, and at first he did so, finding comfort and sleep, but as time passed I saw he grew lonely and wished for someone to speak to. Oh how I wished I could help ease his pain, but I feared I would be discovered, and so stayed quiet.
As for myself, I would sit around the campfires with my fellow riders, eating quietly and keeping my head low. I had the feeling that they wondered who I was, so still I was quiet, for I knew that great disaster would follow if it were discovered that their Lady Eowyn was eating and riding beside them, dressed as a humble soldier.
Again we rode, and now Meriadoc sat behind me under my heavy cloak, clutching to the fabric with his small fists. He was tired and starved, but I think he was grateful to at last be reuniting with his friends that he had spoke so much about.
I too was weary from lack of rest, and the chain mail that I had once bore happily began to show its weight, and put pain upon my whole body. I had lost track of the days since I had last beheld Meduseld where I grew up, and I had doubts inside that I would ever see it again.
My eyes began to close as I slipped in and out of consciousness. I heard nothing but my own heartbeat and the pounding hooves below me, and I wanted nothing more then a soft bed and a light gown to replace the heavy uniform that was upon me. I had never ridden to war before, and I suppose I had never realized how much of a toll it took upon the rider. I started to rethink my decision, though I knew it was already too late to turn back. But then I remembered the real reason why I was here. For honor, to prove that I was as strong as any man, to show everyone that I will not be left at home doing chores, and for Aragorn.
Aragorn… my mind had not dwelt upon him for days, and again I began to see his face in my thoughts, and I remembered the words he spoke to me, and I wondered if I would ever see him again.
Without realizing, the company of riders had slowed to a trot as we neared a dark forest that surrounded us on all sides. Soon we had all stopped, and sat upon out mounts nervously wondering the cause of our delay. Slowly I eased forward, until I was able to set eyes upon my king. Though there were thousands of soldiers, it was never difficult to pick him out of a crowd. He sat high and noble upon his gleaming white horse, his chin up and shoulders set high. Beside him was my dearest brother, whose face was hard as stone, and before them both was a figure that looked like a small man, though I knew not if he was a man at all. I had seen his kind only a few times before, and that had been enough, for I heard of the dangers that they brought. However, I saw that my uncle feared him not, but rather spoke to the squat little man for some time. I was weary still, and heard not what conversation was passed between the two, but soon a call was sounded to dismount our horses and lead them through the remainder of the forest.
I took Windfola by the lead and walked him for hours, till the afternoon where the stout little man left us. We were allowed to mount again as the night came, though day and night seemed the same thing to all of us.
I could see the walls of the Pelannor coming to view and we came to a gallop. It was then that I made my move in the darkness, traveling up through the riders and taking my place quietly behind the kings guard.
Orcs patrolled the walls but there were few, and swiftly they were slaughtered or scared off and we passed through, the city of Minas Tirith ahead, blazed in flame. I drew my sword from its sheath, and my uncle sounded the horn as we rode on, hearts soaring and ready for the fight.
Meriadoc was now before me again, and he hung on Windfola's mane desperately as I moved the stallion across the fields, slaying orcs along the way. Never before had I killed an Orc, but I found the task easy, as many were slow and unskilled fighters. As I fought for honor, I noticed that there were none of the Dunedain present, and I despaired, for Aragorn was surely gone, and I would never see him again.
I knew however, that I had to keep fighting. As I did, I kept my eyes upon the king and his gleaming steed, but it was not long before the pearly light of Snowmane's coat was covered in shadow.
Windfola reared up, tossing his head wildly and throwing the halfling and myself to the bloodstained ground. I returned to my feet, dazed but unhurt, and I saw the land covered by a shadow that made my bones rattle. But under the shadow I saw a sight that broke my heart to a thousand pieces. Snowmane, my kings noble steed, fallen. And below him lay my uncle… crushed.
The darkness above was embodied by a creature that filled my heart with dread, riding upon a fell beast, as I have never seen before. It was covered in a mantle as dark as the blackest night, and it bore a bright crown, but upon what it rested I did not know. I felt terror within but still I stood strong, for the fate of my king was in my hands.
I drew my sword.
Haha… cliffhanger. Don't worry. I have part 3 finished for the most part, and it should be up later tonight if I'm lucky.