This chapter is what I call "The Lost Chapter." It contains 3 parts
to it: Part One: Aragorn's Death, Part Two: Heading to Helm's Deep, and
Part Three: The Arrival of the People's Leader. It recalls what happened to
Aragorn BEFORE The Battle of Helm's Deep and his return to the fortress. It
recalls his thoughts on what happened; Legolas, Gimli, and King Theoden's
thoughts about it; and the people's reaction when he appears at the
fortress of Helm's Deep! Enjoy!
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Before, the plains of Rohan had been storming with orcs and the wargs of Mordor. Now, their bleeding bodies surrounded the fighters.
The yell of Gimli was heard as he slay another orc. The swift arrows from Legolas's bow hit his target every time. The cries of orcs and the smell of their dark blood filled the air.
Aragorn's sword, Anduril, gleamed as he drove it into an orc. As he pulled his sword out, he did not see or hear the warg running towards him. It collided, knocking Aragorn to his feet. Trying to stab the foul creature, Aragorn did not realize the distance between them and the edge of the cliff. It came too near. And in that split second, Aragorn disappeared over the cliff.
The battle was over. Around all, the stench of death lingered. Though also, the scent of victory was there. Gimli, strong and sturdy, still lived up to his description, although a slight tiring was in his dark eyes. Legolas stood, quiver almost empty of arrows, with no scratches or gashes on his fair, light skin. All of King Theoden's men, including Theoden himself, were worn.
King Theoden sighed relief that the battle was over. He searched his men, seeing who had, unfortunately lost. His eyes widened when he couldn't find him.
"Where is Aragorn?" Theoden asked concerning, his eyes searching the ground for any trace. Legolas's blue, elven eyes widened with fear as he scanned, looking for his friend. He was not there.
A harsh laughter came from an orc, hanging to life by a few breaths.
"Your friend has met his death." Gimli and Legolas turned angrily towards the orc. Legolas's once soft, blue eyes now blazed with anger. Gimli could not hold his rage as well as his elf friend. He sprinted towards the orc, axe ready in his hand.
"Do not lie, foul creature of Mordor!" Gimli yelled, now holding his axe at the black, bleeding neck of the orc.
"The warg proved stronger," laughed the orc. "He fell past the edge of the cliff trying to resist." The orc began laughing again. Gimli pulled up his axe, about to let go and behead the orc; however, his chance passed with the orc giving out with the last laugh.
Legolas stood in shock, still turning his head from side to side, searching for his leader, his friend. He stepped lightly to the cliff's edge, praying to Galadriel that his instincts were wrong.
A small, silver object gleaming in the sun light, caught Legolas's eye.
"This cannot be...." His voice trailed off. It was Arwen's jewel to Aragorn; it was their promise of love to each other. Legolas held the treasure in his fair hand, unable to grip the death of Aragorn, son of Arathorn.
"Mornie alantie (Darkness has fallen)." Legolas closed his hand, the jewel still in his palm. He walked back to Gimli and King Theoden with sorrowful, blue eyes. Gimli bowed his head, knowing the truth: Aragorn was gone.
Everyone remaining from the battle mounted their horses to go forth to Helm's Deep. Riding along, the only sound heard was the horses' feet, galloping hard through the plains of Rohan. Legolas could not concentrate. His thoughts were only on the event that had happened. He could grasp: Aragorn, son of Arathorn, heir to Isildur, Elfstone, wielder of Anduril, had met his death.
I hope you enjoyed the 1st part of "The Lost Chapter"! Please review!!! ^_^
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Before, the plains of Rohan had been storming with orcs and the wargs of Mordor. Now, their bleeding bodies surrounded the fighters.
The yell of Gimli was heard as he slay another orc. The swift arrows from Legolas's bow hit his target every time. The cries of orcs and the smell of their dark blood filled the air.
Aragorn's sword, Anduril, gleamed as he drove it into an orc. As he pulled his sword out, he did not see or hear the warg running towards him. It collided, knocking Aragorn to his feet. Trying to stab the foul creature, Aragorn did not realize the distance between them and the edge of the cliff. It came too near. And in that split second, Aragorn disappeared over the cliff.
The battle was over. Around all, the stench of death lingered. Though also, the scent of victory was there. Gimli, strong and sturdy, still lived up to his description, although a slight tiring was in his dark eyes. Legolas stood, quiver almost empty of arrows, with no scratches or gashes on his fair, light skin. All of King Theoden's men, including Theoden himself, were worn.
King Theoden sighed relief that the battle was over. He searched his men, seeing who had, unfortunately lost. His eyes widened when he couldn't find him.
"Where is Aragorn?" Theoden asked concerning, his eyes searching the ground for any trace. Legolas's blue, elven eyes widened with fear as he scanned, looking for his friend. He was not there.
A harsh laughter came from an orc, hanging to life by a few breaths.
"Your friend has met his death." Gimli and Legolas turned angrily towards the orc. Legolas's once soft, blue eyes now blazed with anger. Gimli could not hold his rage as well as his elf friend. He sprinted towards the orc, axe ready in his hand.
"Do not lie, foul creature of Mordor!" Gimli yelled, now holding his axe at the black, bleeding neck of the orc.
"The warg proved stronger," laughed the orc. "He fell past the edge of the cliff trying to resist." The orc began laughing again. Gimli pulled up his axe, about to let go and behead the orc; however, his chance passed with the orc giving out with the last laugh.
Legolas stood in shock, still turning his head from side to side, searching for his leader, his friend. He stepped lightly to the cliff's edge, praying to Galadriel that his instincts were wrong.
A small, silver object gleaming in the sun light, caught Legolas's eye.
"This cannot be...." His voice trailed off. It was Arwen's jewel to Aragorn; it was their promise of love to each other. Legolas held the treasure in his fair hand, unable to grip the death of Aragorn, son of Arathorn.
"Mornie alantie (Darkness has fallen)." Legolas closed his hand, the jewel still in his palm. He walked back to Gimli and King Theoden with sorrowful, blue eyes. Gimli bowed his head, knowing the truth: Aragorn was gone.
Everyone remaining from the battle mounted their horses to go forth to Helm's Deep. Riding along, the only sound heard was the horses' feet, galloping hard through the plains of Rohan. Legolas could not concentrate. His thoughts were only on the event that had happened. He could grasp: Aragorn, son of Arathorn, heir to Isildur, Elfstone, wielder of Anduril, had met his death.
I hope you enjoyed the 1st part of "The Lost Chapter"! Please review!!! ^_^