"The fifth day...towards the East." Aragorn said, drifting off
in his thoughts. He sprang towards the window to look towards the East. He
had come.
The sun rose over the hill that was seen at the East. At the top of the hill, Gandalf the White came galloping down on Shadowfax; behind him, hundreds of the men that were banished from Rohan in the days of Grima Wormtongue. He led them down the hill to the worn Uruk-hai.
Instantly, a smile came to Aragorn's face. As Gandalf's army made it to the outer wall of Helm's Deep, Aragorn caught the face of the wizard; a smile was on it.
"My men of Rohan! Gandalf the White has brought an army of your fellow warriors that were once banished in the times of Wormtongue, but have returned in favor and pride of honoring you. Come my men! Let us join them! Let us join them in the end of The Battle of Helm's Deep!" Aragorn said excitingly, pride and hope adding to the light beaming from him.
A war cry came from the warriors of Rohan as they charged behind their leader, their king.
"Come my friends! Follow behind King Aragorn!" a cry was heard from one of the men.
"The king has returned!" Another shouted.
A smile grew across Gimli and Legolas's face as they heard the men shout: "King Aragorn has come!" Legolas knew, the king had finally come.
Behind their king, the men charged to the Uruk-hai with their fellow companions beside them. As Aragorn slew another, he saw the fair face of Eomer. For a quick second, Aragorn could have sworn he saw Eomer nod his head to Aragorn and lip-say: "King Aragorn has come."
The sun was now raised and The Battle of Helm's Deep had ended; the victory belonged to the men of Rohan. Around them lay the bleeding, dead bodies of Uruk-hai and orc. Legolas and Gimli met up with Aragorn and Gandalf on the outer wall. Legolas had blood smeared upon his left side and arm, a gash had been made above his brow. Blood dripped over his blue, elven eye, yet he still stood strong; for he had a reason. Gimli came with only a long cut across left cheek and a slit in the leg of his pants where his blood had dried on it.
"Forty-two, Master Legolas!" Gimli said proudly.
"You have passed my score by one, but I do not hold you against it." Legolas replied with a smile.
Aragorn laughed at the two friends, his two companions that had followed him through thick and thin, his friends. Gandalf shook his head, laughing softly at the elf and dwarf. Then he turned his head to Aragorn and said:
"You are a true leader...even have the bravery and intelligence of a king." He hinted to Aragorn, then changing the subject quickly.
Aragorn looked at Gandalf curiously, trying to figure his riddle, though he knew deep inside the answer.
"Now that Sauruman's army has been defeated and Rohan is safe for the time being, we must head to the tower of Isengard, where Sauruman awaits for his army to return. Though, he shall find only us."
"And I shall be joining you." King Theoden said, interrupting and surprising the company.
"Let it be then. We head to Isengard now. Mount your best horse, for this shall be a long journey. Isengard is leagues away." Gandalf said grimly.
At that last word, Gandalf, Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli, and King Theoden set off for the tower of Isengard, where Sauruman awaited and would not be expecting.
As for Aragorn, he joined Gandalf and the rest to head for Isengard. In his journey, the throne of Gondor would wait forever for its king's reuturn, for Aragorn's return. And Aragorn is beginning to grasp his past and present now. He knows what he must do.
Well, this is the end of Aragorn's story for now. Though, I have one more chapter for you to look forward to. It is The Lost Chapter. A chapter of Aragorn's life; it's coming soon! PLEASE REVIEW!!! ^_^
The sun rose over the hill that was seen at the East. At the top of the hill, Gandalf the White came galloping down on Shadowfax; behind him, hundreds of the men that were banished from Rohan in the days of Grima Wormtongue. He led them down the hill to the worn Uruk-hai.
Instantly, a smile came to Aragorn's face. As Gandalf's army made it to the outer wall of Helm's Deep, Aragorn caught the face of the wizard; a smile was on it.
"My men of Rohan! Gandalf the White has brought an army of your fellow warriors that were once banished in the times of Wormtongue, but have returned in favor and pride of honoring you. Come my men! Let us join them! Let us join them in the end of The Battle of Helm's Deep!" Aragorn said excitingly, pride and hope adding to the light beaming from him.
A war cry came from the warriors of Rohan as they charged behind their leader, their king.
"Come my friends! Follow behind King Aragorn!" a cry was heard from one of the men.
"The king has returned!" Another shouted.
A smile grew across Gimli and Legolas's face as they heard the men shout: "King Aragorn has come!" Legolas knew, the king had finally come.
Behind their king, the men charged to the Uruk-hai with their fellow companions beside them. As Aragorn slew another, he saw the fair face of Eomer. For a quick second, Aragorn could have sworn he saw Eomer nod his head to Aragorn and lip-say: "King Aragorn has come."
The sun was now raised and The Battle of Helm's Deep had ended; the victory belonged to the men of Rohan. Around them lay the bleeding, dead bodies of Uruk-hai and orc. Legolas and Gimli met up with Aragorn and Gandalf on the outer wall. Legolas had blood smeared upon his left side and arm, a gash had been made above his brow. Blood dripped over his blue, elven eye, yet he still stood strong; for he had a reason. Gimli came with only a long cut across left cheek and a slit in the leg of his pants where his blood had dried on it.
"Forty-two, Master Legolas!" Gimli said proudly.
"You have passed my score by one, but I do not hold you against it." Legolas replied with a smile.
Aragorn laughed at the two friends, his two companions that had followed him through thick and thin, his friends. Gandalf shook his head, laughing softly at the elf and dwarf. Then he turned his head to Aragorn and said:
"You are a true leader...even have the bravery and intelligence of a king." He hinted to Aragorn, then changing the subject quickly.
Aragorn looked at Gandalf curiously, trying to figure his riddle, though he knew deep inside the answer.
"Now that Sauruman's army has been defeated and Rohan is safe for the time being, we must head to the tower of Isengard, where Sauruman awaits for his army to return. Though, he shall find only us."
"And I shall be joining you." King Theoden said, interrupting and surprising the company.
"Let it be then. We head to Isengard now. Mount your best horse, for this shall be a long journey. Isengard is leagues away." Gandalf said grimly.
At that last word, Gandalf, Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli, and King Theoden set off for the tower of Isengard, where Sauruman awaited and would not be expecting.
As for Aragorn, he joined Gandalf and the rest to head for Isengard. In his journey, the throne of Gondor would wait forever for its king's reuturn, for Aragorn's return. And Aragorn is beginning to grasp his past and present now. He knows what he must do.
Well, this is the end of Aragorn's story for now. Though, I have one more chapter for you to look forward to. It is The Lost Chapter. A chapter of Aragorn's life; it's coming soon! PLEASE REVIEW!!! ^_^