Riding along, the only sounds 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 not grasp
it: Aragorn, son of Arathorn, heir to Isildur, Elfstone, wielder of
Anduril, had met his death.
Gimli rode in silence behind the elf. His mind had wondered back to moments with Aragorn: when they had first met at the Council of Elrond, his words to Frodo.....
* * * * * * * * * * *
"By my life or death, I will protect you. You have my sword."
* * * * * * * * * * *
Then his mind crept into the darks of Moria, where the fellowship lost Gandalf. He could slightly remember any specific detail, but there was one thing he could remember: the face of Aragorn as he watched his friend fall into the shadows of Moria with the Balrog....
* * * * * * * * * * *
"Fly, you fools!" was the wizard's last words as he fell into blackness.
"Gandalf!" Frodo shouted as he tried to jump from the company to the edge where Gandalf disappeared. Boromir caught the hobbit before he could even get a foot away.
Aragorn's eyes widened as he watched the wizard fall, until you could see him no longer. He stood still, as if all muscles in his dark body had no more strength left to work.
"Aragorn!" Boromir shouted, as he and the rest of the company fled up the steps to the light of day.
A minute later, Aragorn came out of the mines of Moria, shock still in his grey eyes. Though, as everyone wept, he stood strong, holding his emotions in him. He was the one who had rounded them up and gave them hope once again, even if it were a little.
* * * * * * * * * * *
Now Gimli had came upon, in his memories, the shores in off the Great River, where Boromir had been lost. Though Gimli did not know what words had been traded between Aragorn and Boromir, in his last breaths. He had come when the ranger was knelt over his friend, silent as the woods which they were in. Through his sadness, Aragorn still stood strong.
Afterwards, Aragorn had helped in the carrying of Boromir's body to the canoe, in which it would be carried down the Great River, where no orc, Uruk-hai, or warg could disturb his bones for eternity. Through everything, Aragorn was the one who had the most hope of the three who remained....
"Hurry! Frodo and Sam have reached the eastern shore." Legolas said, pushing the boat into the river. When Aragorn did not respond, the elf stopped and paused, studying the ranger.
"You mean not to follow them?" Legolas asked innocently.
"Frodo's fate is no longer in our hands." Aragorn replied softly.
"Then it has all been in vain. The fellowship has failed." Gimli interrupted, angered.
Aragorn got up off the stone he was sitting on, coming over to his two companions. He put his arm on their shoulders and replied:
"Not if we hold true to each other."
A pause was held between the three, then Aragorn finished.
"We will not abandon Merry and Pippin to torment and death. Not while we still have strength left. Leave all that can be spared behind. We travel light. Let's hunt some orc!"
* * * * * * * * * * *
Gimli could no longer think. It was too grievous for him. For his leader, his captain, his friend was gone. He was defeated so easily by a warg. A WARG! To think that they would no longer see the leader of men anymore was more than Gimli, and Legolas, could bear. It was just too much.
* * * * * * * * * *
Finally, the company made it to the mighty fortress of Helm's Deep. The women, children, and others had already made it. Riding along, Gimli unfortunately looked for Lady Eowyn to give her the news. She found him first.
She looked around, first coming up to her beloved uncle, King Theoden.
"So few have returned." she said, searching the men riding in.
"For we have lost many to defend my people from being attacked. Many have paid for defendng their people." Theoden replied with grim eyes.
Gimli walked up to Eowyn, his eyes full of sorrow. She looked at him innocently, knowing something was wrong. She smiled though, it quickly turned to a frown when she could not find him.
"Ma'am,"
"Where is Lord Aragorn?"
"He fell." Gimli replied, sorrow coming to his eyes even stronger. Eowyn caught herself from falling over. She gasped for her breath as a few seconds past; although to her, it seemed like ages. She could not comprehend this. Aragorn had fallen; then man she had met, the man she had only known for a little while, the man she began to love. Her eyes searched round everything; she came upon her uncle, worry on his mind. He met her gaze, knowing what she thought.
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Gimli rode in silence behind the elf. His mind had wondered back to moments with Aragorn: when they had first met at the Council of Elrond, his words to Frodo.....
* * * * * * * * * * *
"By my life or death, I will protect you. You have my sword."
* * * * * * * * * * *
Then his mind crept into the darks of Moria, where the fellowship lost Gandalf. He could slightly remember any specific detail, but there was one thing he could remember: the face of Aragorn as he watched his friend fall into the shadows of Moria with the Balrog....
* * * * * * * * * * *
"Fly, you fools!" was the wizard's last words as he fell into blackness.
"Gandalf!" Frodo shouted as he tried to jump from the company to the edge where Gandalf disappeared. Boromir caught the hobbit before he could even get a foot away.
Aragorn's eyes widened as he watched the wizard fall, until you could see him no longer. He stood still, as if all muscles in his dark body had no more strength left to work.
"Aragorn!" Boromir shouted, as he and the rest of the company fled up the steps to the light of day.
A minute later, Aragorn came out of the mines of Moria, shock still in his grey eyes. Though, as everyone wept, he stood strong, holding his emotions in him. He was the one who had rounded them up and gave them hope once again, even if it were a little.
* * * * * * * * * * *
Now Gimli had came upon, in his memories, the shores in off the Great River, where Boromir had been lost. Though Gimli did not know what words had been traded between Aragorn and Boromir, in his last breaths. He had come when the ranger was knelt over his friend, silent as the woods which they were in. Through his sadness, Aragorn still stood strong.
Afterwards, Aragorn had helped in the carrying of Boromir's body to the canoe, in which it would be carried down the Great River, where no orc, Uruk-hai, or warg could disturb his bones for eternity. Through everything, Aragorn was the one who had the most hope of the three who remained....
"Hurry! Frodo and Sam have reached the eastern shore." Legolas said, pushing the boat into the river. When Aragorn did not respond, the elf stopped and paused, studying the ranger.
"You mean not to follow them?" Legolas asked innocently.
"Frodo's fate is no longer in our hands." Aragorn replied softly.
"Then it has all been in vain. The fellowship has failed." Gimli interrupted, angered.
Aragorn got up off the stone he was sitting on, coming over to his two companions. He put his arm on their shoulders and replied:
"Not if we hold true to each other."
A pause was held between the three, then Aragorn finished.
"We will not abandon Merry and Pippin to torment and death. Not while we still have strength left. Leave all that can be spared behind. We travel light. Let's hunt some orc!"
* * * * * * * * * * *
Gimli could no longer think. It was too grievous for him. For his leader, his captain, his friend was gone. He was defeated so easily by a warg. A WARG! To think that they would no longer see the leader of men anymore was more than Gimli, and Legolas, could bear. It was just too much.
* * * * * * * * * *
Finally, the company made it to the mighty fortress of Helm's Deep. The women, children, and others had already made it. Riding along, Gimli unfortunately looked for Lady Eowyn to give her the news. She found him first.
She looked around, first coming up to her beloved uncle, King Theoden.
"So few have returned." she said, searching the men riding in.
"For we have lost many to defend my people from being attacked. Many have paid for defendng their people." Theoden replied with grim eyes.
Gimli walked up to Eowyn, his eyes full of sorrow. She looked at him innocently, knowing something was wrong. She smiled though, it quickly turned to a frown when she could not find him.
"Ma'am,"
"Where is Lord Aragorn?"
"He fell." Gimli replied, sorrow coming to his eyes even stronger. Eowyn caught herself from falling over. She gasped for her breath as a few seconds past; although to her, it seemed like ages. She could not comprehend this. Aragorn had fallen; then man she had met, the man she had only known for a little while, the man she began to love. Her eyes searched round everything; she came upon her uncle, worry on his mind. He met her gaze, knowing what she thought.
I hope you're enjoying "The Lost Chapter" so far! PLEASE REVIEW!!!! And look forward to the third and FINAL part of "The Lost Chapter" and the end to "The Becoming of a King" Again, PLEASE REVIEW TO LET ME KNOW HOW YOU LIKE OR DISLIKE IT!!^_^