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Chapter 6 – A Cure
When the company returned to Helm's Deep, they found the remaining troops were gathered and waiting silently around Gandalf. "We must move swiftly, the forces of darkness will not rest, we must gather and journey to Isengard. Saruman's defences are weak and reinforcements will be slow to come. We are now at a advantage, we depart tonight!"
Gandalf's words were wise and the convoy became more and more restless to travel.
A shadow creped over Helm's Deep, like a lurking ghost, as the remnants of the army trudged through the great entrance and into the awaiting wilds.
Legolas and Gimli rode alongside Gandalf and Aragorn as the riders of Rohan followed in a great trail behind.
Aragorn couldn't help but look back at the blood drenched plains and falling beauty of Helm's Deep, as they rode silently away. The thoughts of lives that had been ended abruptly and without mercy drenched his mind. He did not know battle as the same, though many enemies killed; orcs did without thought of life, killing savagely and without any honour.
The sword and arrow had befallen him when he was young, and he had grown a man of them, a warrior. However deep in his heart Aragorn knew that he loathed every minute of battle, every swipe of his sword, every shot of his arrow, he despised and only wished that he might lay his sword to rest for good.
The fleet had traveled far, signs of fatigue and dehydration crept over the men's faces'. "We must stop, Gandalf. If you wish for us to have any strength reserved for Saruman's defences, we shall halt and camp the night" spoke Aragorn with much sincerity.
"I agree. We shall halt" replied the wizard, and he dismounted the silver stallion.
Tents did not take long to pitch and as the remaining sunlight vanished into darkness, the majority of the men were already caught in deep slumber.
Aragorn and Legolas remained, sitting around the fire, staring into its brilliance. Aragorn gazed up at the elf; he knew where his thoughts dwelt.
"Legolas you can not go on as you are" Aragorn's eyes met from across the flame, with those of Legolas. He could see the pain, but also a spark of hope. "I must, friend, I have the duty to the people I was sent to represent in the fellowship, I must continue"
Legolas was determined and a new respect and admiration was brought to Aragorn. "Alas, then Legolas get some rest, the journey is a tiring one! I will keep watch for now" and with that Legolas smiled weakly and headed to his tent, where a troubled sleep befell him.
The area was unfamiliar, tall trees and sharp rocks, scattered the landscape. Darkness was present at all times and yet she still ran blindly. Coldness surged through her veins, a coldness that could not be aided by a warm fire or a thick blanket; this was a coldness of heart and soul. Pain. Pain was also present, pain from within, as if her whole soul was being torn in half, and ripped from her body. Her destination was unknown but as she neared it the pain faded, and the cold subsided. Her feet led her to a clearing in the woods, and out of the dark fog, a tall tower loomed. Islagard. She stood gazing in wonder her dull black eyes examining her surroundings. She smiled wickedly. As she neared the gate a voice spoke to her "you have came, I am glad. Come in!" The voice seemed relieved. "Yesss, Master!"
Legolas woke with a jerk, nightmares had disturbed him all night and tears of sweat covered his brow. He lay for a while thinking to himself, before Gimli popped his head into the tent.
"Get up elf! Time we do not have to lay and day dream! We must arrive at Isengard before noon!"
Gimli had been anxious for battle ever since they had fought at Helm's Deep. He loved the feel of his axe slicing through orc necks, and longed to do it once more.
Legolas got up, took his tent down and packed his belongings. By the time he was finished the majority of the men had done the same and were mounted, restless to leave.
Legolas mounted and rode to the side of Aragorn, who was ready and standing at the front of the lines.
Aragorn looked at Legolas, who in turn looked away and into the forest.
As they were leaving, the clammer of hooves could be heard from behind. Before Legolas and Aragorn had a chance to turn, Gandalf and Shadowfax were at their side.
"There is hope yet for our dear friend, Leali!" at the sound of her name Legolas became more alert.
"Tell us! What have you learned?" Legolas cried with interest.
"I have traveled far during the night and talked with many friends.." Aragorn and Legolas looked at each other with surprise, neither of them had noticed the wizard's absence.
Gandalf continued, "Leali can be saved, but risk runs high that her cure may also spell her end"
*how can Leali be saved?
*ta ta Chapter 7 will be up soon!!
Chapter 6 – A Cure
When the company returned to Helm's Deep, they found the remaining troops were gathered and waiting silently around Gandalf. "We must move swiftly, the forces of darkness will not rest, we must gather and journey to Isengard. Saruman's defences are weak and reinforcements will be slow to come. We are now at a advantage, we depart tonight!"
Gandalf's words were wise and the convoy became more and more restless to travel.
A shadow creped over Helm's Deep, like a lurking ghost, as the remnants of the army trudged through the great entrance and into the awaiting wilds.
Legolas and Gimli rode alongside Gandalf and Aragorn as the riders of Rohan followed in a great trail behind.
Aragorn couldn't help but look back at the blood drenched plains and falling beauty of Helm's Deep, as they rode silently away. The thoughts of lives that had been ended abruptly and without mercy drenched his mind. He did not know battle as the same, though many enemies killed; orcs did without thought of life, killing savagely and without any honour.
The sword and arrow had befallen him when he was young, and he had grown a man of them, a warrior. However deep in his heart Aragorn knew that he loathed every minute of battle, every swipe of his sword, every shot of his arrow, he despised and only wished that he might lay his sword to rest for good.
The fleet had traveled far, signs of fatigue and dehydration crept over the men's faces'. "We must stop, Gandalf. If you wish for us to have any strength reserved for Saruman's defences, we shall halt and camp the night" spoke Aragorn with much sincerity.
"I agree. We shall halt" replied the wizard, and he dismounted the silver stallion.
Tents did not take long to pitch and as the remaining sunlight vanished into darkness, the majority of the men were already caught in deep slumber.
Aragorn and Legolas remained, sitting around the fire, staring into its brilliance. Aragorn gazed up at the elf; he knew where his thoughts dwelt.
"Legolas you can not go on as you are" Aragorn's eyes met from across the flame, with those of Legolas. He could see the pain, but also a spark of hope. "I must, friend, I have the duty to the people I was sent to represent in the fellowship, I must continue"
Legolas was determined and a new respect and admiration was brought to Aragorn. "Alas, then Legolas get some rest, the journey is a tiring one! I will keep watch for now" and with that Legolas smiled weakly and headed to his tent, where a troubled sleep befell him.
The area was unfamiliar, tall trees and sharp rocks, scattered the landscape. Darkness was present at all times and yet she still ran blindly. Coldness surged through her veins, a coldness that could not be aided by a warm fire or a thick blanket; this was a coldness of heart and soul. Pain. Pain was also present, pain from within, as if her whole soul was being torn in half, and ripped from her body. Her destination was unknown but as she neared it the pain faded, and the cold subsided. Her feet led her to a clearing in the woods, and out of the dark fog, a tall tower loomed. Islagard. She stood gazing in wonder her dull black eyes examining her surroundings. She smiled wickedly. As she neared the gate a voice spoke to her "you have came, I am glad. Come in!" The voice seemed relieved. "Yesss, Master!"
Legolas woke with a jerk, nightmares had disturbed him all night and tears of sweat covered his brow. He lay for a while thinking to himself, before Gimli popped his head into the tent.
"Get up elf! Time we do not have to lay and day dream! We must arrive at Isengard before noon!"
Gimli had been anxious for battle ever since they had fought at Helm's Deep. He loved the feel of his axe slicing through orc necks, and longed to do it once more.
Legolas got up, took his tent down and packed his belongings. By the time he was finished the majority of the men had done the same and were mounted, restless to leave.
Legolas mounted and rode to the side of Aragorn, who was ready and standing at the front of the lines.
Aragorn looked at Legolas, who in turn looked away and into the forest.
As they were leaving, the clammer of hooves could be heard from behind. Before Legolas and Aragorn had a chance to turn, Gandalf and Shadowfax were at their side.
"There is hope yet for our dear friend, Leali!" at the sound of her name Legolas became more alert.
"Tell us! What have you learned?" Legolas cried with interest.
"I have traveled far during the night and talked with many friends.." Aragorn and Legolas looked at each other with surprise, neither of them had noticed the wizard's absence.
Gandalf continued, "Leali can be saved, but risk runs high that her cure may also spell her end"
*how can Leali be saved?
*ta ta Chapter 7 will be up soon!!