A/N - OK, here is the seventeenth chapter in its entirety. Thank you all
for sticking with me while I was on vacation.
Thank you ever so much for all of the wonderful reviews that were posted. My ego is totally inflated now! ;-)
There are a couple of things I would like to address. Etharei asked for more Aragorn and Eomer, and I assure you the next chapter will have much more of them as will the rest of this story. I am mainly telling this story from the POVs of Faramir, Legolas, and Gimli though so I can't guarantee tons of Aragorn and Eomer, but they will be there for certain. I would also like to let Jevvica, who has been a faithful reviewer of my story from the beginning (thank you!) know that there are going to be a lot more Gimli owies soon! (The next chapter takes us back to Faramir, but after that our favorite dwarf and favorite elf have a big mess to deal with). Also, I would like to thank PuterPatty and Muse of Lucius for the comments on my Mirkwood Tree Sloth comment. PuterPatty, I had not really thought Gimli was referring to the elves as tree sloths, but now that you mention it I find the notion hilarious! Let's assume he was calling the elves tree sloths, eh?
So, anyway, thank you all again for all your kind words and suggestions. They are so motivating! Oh, and one last thing, go check out the trailer for TTT on www.lordoftherings.net. Wow! I always knew TTT was going to make an even better movie than FotR(and that is saying something!), but just from the previews it looks even more amazing than I had imagined!
OK, I'm shutting up now. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: all characters, settings, and elvish language are strictly from the mind of J.R.R. Tolkien or inspired by him.
Chapter XVII
A Warning at Dawn
Boromir, Crown Prince of Ithilien, pulled at the latch on the large marble door. Quietly, and with little effort on his part, the door swung inward revealing the back of a large tapestry. With great care the prince pushed at the large wall-hanging just enough to get a view of the arboretum at the heart of Minas Mallen. The hour was early. There was not even a hint of the dawn on the eastern horizon. No one was likely to be visiting the indoor garden at this hour, but the secret corridor would prove useless if too many of the residents of Minas Mallen knew of its existence. Ranger honed senses scanned the wide room. Nothing stirred within the garden itself or even on the surrounding terraces and stairways that overlooked its bubbling fountain and ever-blooming flowers and greenery.
With great haste Boromir entered the arboretum motioning for the others to follow him. Tolmoth was practically on the prince's heels followed closely by Andru and Gerath. Behind them came Gimli followed closely by Legolas, who was in turn followed closely by Aldaluin, Captain of Legolas's guard. Lalaith and Firith had been dispatched to Edhil-e- londe as the group had approached Amon Galen in the hopes they could bring what elves remained there back to the city before the army of Dark Elves arrived.
Boromir noted that even Legolas and Aldaluin looked somewhat weary and travel-worn, but the several days growth of beard on the Dunedain's faces coupled with the dark circles under eyes red with lack of sleep made them look all the worse. Boromir grimaced at the thought of his own appearance. But it was Gimli who gave him the greatest concern.
The dwarf had traveled the entire way from Cirith Ungol to Amon Galen without the slightest complaint. His captors had treated him cruelly, undoubtedly because they had no intention of allowing him to live once they had their quarry. Lack of sustenance and sleep, as well as the sore muscles and wounds he had received at the hands of the Daequendi, had left him in no condition to travel at all. Yet the obstinate dwarf refused to be left behind even with Lalaith and Firith as guards. Boromir had forced all to journey at great speed in order to return to Amon Galen before the Daequendi army could arrive. Endless miles of running with little rest would have proved too much for most men, dwarves, or even elves in Gimli's condition, but the dwarf ran doggedly when Boromir gave the order never slowing or asking for rest along the way. Boromir was certain the elven waybread gave him the strength to continue on, and he thanked the Valar once more for Aldaluin's foresight to bring some along.
Gimli's eyes looked glazed over and the sheen of sweat that covered his forehead was evident even from Boromir's vantage some ten feet away. His breath came in short, ragged gasps and the dwarf appeared to be unsteady on his feet. Boromir sighed as he saw Legolas lean over to say something to his friend, but Gimli merely shook his head at whatever Legolas had suggested.
"Tolmoth," said Boromir, "you must rally whatever of my father's guard has been left here in the city. Tell them to ready themselves for battle, and that I will address them at dawn near the city gate. Take Gerath and Andru with you."
"Yes, my lord," Tolmoth bowed low then hurried off to the soldiers barracks just outside Minas Mallen flanked by Andru and Gerath.
Boromir turned to the others, "Gimli, you have proven to me once again that though dwarves be smaller in stature than men they carry the strength of ten men. You have done well to return to Amon Galen under such difficult circumstances, but we will need your stout heart and great strength for the coming battle. You must take your rest now while you may."
Gimli's grimace was more than noticeable without the dense beard to cover his face. "I do not require rest, Prince Boromir. I require only my axe and the necks of the enemy. I will not lie in bed being no more useful than a tree sloth of Mirkwood when there is work to be done."
Legolas glared at the dwarf, "I believe your exhaustion has claimed your sanity, my friend. It seems your mind has created fauna from its own imaginings for how else could you name an animal from a place that does not exist?"
Gimli glared back equally hard at the elf, "And you, my good elf, seem to have lost your memory in your old age. True, the land is now called Eryn Lasgalen, but I would think that you would still remember the days when it was referred to as Mirkwood." The dwarf stared defiantly at the irritated elf, "And it was called that for good reason as I recall!"
"Gentlemen!" Boromir raised his voice to command their attention, "I have no time for your arguments. Gimli, you WILL go to rest in your quarters. Legolas, you will accompany the dwarf to his rooms, and you have my permission knock him out cold by whatever means necessary if he refuses to comply." The elf-prince stared intently at Gimli with only the slightest raised eyebrow to indicate he was intrigued by the thought of rendering the dwarf unconscious.
Ignoring the meaningful look Gimli bowed low to Boromir, "Yes, your highness. My apologies."
Legolas also bowed to Boromir, "My apologies as well, your highness. I assure you your orders will be followed word for word." Gimli grunted but turned towards the nearest set of stairs that would take him to his rooms near the top of the great tower.
Legolas had turned to follow when Boromir said, "Legolas, please come to my mother's chambers when you have seen that Gimli has taken to bed." The elf nodded then quickly moved off in the direction Gimli had taken.
Boromir sighed resignedly then turned in the direction of his mother's chambers motioning for Aldaluin to follow. "It seems that those two would argue even as the world crumbled beneath their feet."
Aldaluin shook his head in disbelief, "I do not claim to understand the love the prince holds for the dwarf, but he loves him nevertheless. It seems that Prince Legolas knows happiness only when he is at odds with Gimli and it goes the same with the dwarf. I sometimes worry that when the sea finally calls the prince to return to the Undying Lands that he will insist upon bringing the dwarf with him so that he will have someone to mince words with."
Boromir snorted in disbelief at the Captain's joke, but the seriousness of Aldaluin's face brought him up short. He was now uncertain that the elf had intended the statement as a joke. Come to think of it, he was not sure that he had ever heard Aldaluin even attempt humor of any kind. The remainder of their short journey took place in silence.
The door to his mother's rooms was guarded by two of her own personal guard. Boromir did not know the names of the two women, but their fierce expressions rivaled even Tolmoth in their severity. The façade was broken only slightly as the two guards' eyes widened when they realized it was the crown prince who approached. Almost as an afterthought one of the guards bowed low before him followed quickly by the other. "Your Highness, it is good tidings that you have returned and in good health," said the first guard.
"Good health, yes, but I bring grave news. You must wake the princess immediately and tell her I must speak with her at once."
"Yes, Prince Boromir." The guard had barely completed another bow before she turned and entered Eowyn's rooms. Boromir shifted impatiently waiting for the guard to return. He had almost decided to enter his mother's rooms without permission when the woman returned. Stepping to one side the guard motioned for them to enter, "The princess waits within, your highness." Barely waiting for the guard to move out of the way Boromir walked into his mother's chambers followed closely by Aldaluin.
The Princess's chambers, like the rest of Minas Mallen, were walled with the smooth blue-veined rock sent by the dwarves from the north. The first room was for receiving guests. The walls here were covered in the thick woven tapestries of Eowyn's native Rohan. The wall-hangings depicted various scenes of Rohan's history. One of these was of Eowyn herself standing at the foot of the mountain hall of Edoras wearing the armor she had disguised herself in so that she could join the battle of the Pelennor Fields. The Princess's guard must have stoked the fire in the room for it burned brightly and provided much warmth. Above the mantel of the fireplace was a long sword. It was a replica of the one she had used to slay the King of the Nazgul, crafted by the skill of the Elves of Edhil-e- londe as a gift.
Many long couches made from the wood of the tall pines that grew high up in the Emyn Arnen were placed around the room. Each was covered in cushions filled with goose-down and covered in silk of the palest blue. In the center of the room was a large table. The table was also a gift from the elves and dwarves of Ithilien. The base was of the finest dwarf-craft and made of darkened brass to resemble a large oak tree the broad boughs of which held in place an irregular piece of glass crafted by the elves.
Eowyn stood waiting for them within this receiving room. She had donned one of the silk coats made for her by the elves of Edhil-e-londe. The deep green of the coat contrasted sharply with her golden hair, tied loosely at the neck and thrown over one shoulder. Her blue eyes were heavy, owing to the early hour, but the Princess of Ithilien stared at her only child with a look of concern, irritation, and anger.
Boromir nearly cringed at the look on his mother's face. He almost thought he would rather be fighting the Dark Elves than here facing her wrath. He bowed low, "Mother, I know that there is much you wish to discuss with me, but I bring news that is most grave and requires your immediate attention."
Prince Faramir and Princess Eowyn were known throughout Ithilien, as well as Gondor, for their sagacity, but when it came to matters of their son Eowyn alone dealt with him in like manner. Boromir said a silent prayer that she would do so here. After a few brief moments Eowyn sighed and motioned for him to sit down. Boromir sighed as well, but in the back of his mind he knew that the tongue-lashing and punishment he had escaped would only be deferred and not forgotten.
"What is the matter, Prince Boromir?"
Boromir flinched at the royal title, his mother's use of which was reserved for occasions in which Eowyn felt Boromir's actions were unbecoming of such a title. Aldaluin sat stoically next to him, waiting for him to speak, and offering little in the way of support. Curse all elves, and their annoying ways!
"Mother, we were successful in rescuing Gimli from the Dark Elves. Even now he finds his rest in his rooms in the tower." Eowyn's face darkened. Boromir proceeded hastily, "But after his rescue he told us he had overheard the Daequendi discussing plans for an attack on Amon Galen."
Shades of anger left Eowyn's face quickly and were replaced with shades of concern, "On Amon Galen? Are you certain of this?"
"Gimli was certain, Mother, and we witnessed an army marching down the Morgul Road even as we ascended to Cirith Ungol. We have come as quickly as we could, but the army cannot be far behind. We must prepare for a siege, and soon."
Eowyn rose, her face set determinedly, looking every bit the Shieldmaiden who brought down the King of the Nazgul. "The bridge must be drawn immediately, and preparations made for the defense of the city walls. The women and children of Amon Galen must be called upon to defend their homes."
Boromir went to stand by her side, "I have asked Tolmoth to gather what soldiers remain at the drawbridge at sunrise. We should assemble all the people there as soon as possible."
Aldaluin also rose, "Prince Legolas has sent word to Edhil-e-londe. By the grace of the Valar they will arrive in time, and can be added to our defenses."
Eowyn nodded to Aldaluin then went to the door and opened it. She spoke briefly with the two guards then closed it behind her. "My guard will raise the alarm. All will be gathered at the drawbridge ere sunrise. We should use this time to plan our strategy."
Boromir nodded, "There is something else, Mother, though I do not know what it means. Gimli said that the battle Father had gone to in the south was a deception to remove the fighting men of Amon Galen from their home. He said that the Daequendi are laying siege to Amon Galen in hopes of capturing you."
Eowyn blinked in surprise, "Me? What possible reason could they have for wishing to capture me?"
Aldaluin spoke first, "We know not, your highness, but I suspect evil purpose. These elves," Aldaluin practically spat the word, "have fallen under the shadow. To what ends your person may help them I cannot guess, but I suspect you would be used to renew the force of evil within this world."
Eowyn had been caught off guard by Boromir's revelation, and she was clearly distraught by Aldaluin's words. Yet, within moments she regained her composure, "It matters little what role I might play. My part is to protect Amon Galen, and in doing so I would prevent them from fulfilling their task. We have no time to think on this subject any longer, we must prepare for battle."
"Yes, Princess," Aldaluin bowed.
"Yes, Mother," said Boromir.
"Now, let us think." Eowyn was cut off by the sound of someone knocking on her door.
"It is Legolas," said Boromir as he rose to go answer the door.
When the door was opened Legolas stepped through, "Forgive me, Princess Eowyn, but there was no guard at your door to inform you of my arrival."
"Your apology is not necessary, Prince Legolas. Our situation is dire, and my guard was sent to perform duties of much greater import than guarding my door." The Princess motioned for him to enter. "You have arrived just in time to plan our battle strategy." The elf-prince made his way into the sitting area and at the princess's request took a seat at Aldaluin's side.
Eowyn, Princess of Ithilien and a former Shieldmaiden of the Mark, rose and turned to face the three warriors. ""Tis true that we have naught but the women, children, and elderly of Amon Galen with which to mount our defenses, but I know their strength and their love for this place. They will not falter even though all the forces of evil would come upon us."
The Princess held the gazes of Boromir, Legolas, and Aldaluin and found only purpose and determination. She nodded, satisfied, "Once the drawbridge has been drawn we must only hold them off the walls. Their construction and the moat will make any attempts to scale the walls very difficult."
"Forgive me, Mother, but there is one other entrance to the castle, which I fear the Daequendi have knowledge of now."
Eowyn turned to Boromir and after a few seconds a sardonic smile spread across her lips, "We had wondered, my son, how it was you managed to escape Minas Mallen undetected. I had considered our secret escape route, but thought you would not have revealed that even for such a purpose as rescuing our dear Gimli."
Boromir felt the heat rising in his cheeks at the scarcely hidden admonition, "My apologies, Mother."
Eowyn waved off his apology, "It matters little, Boromir. In truth I found the passageway an affront to my dignity." The princess's eyes narrowed and her lips pursed in disgust, "To think that we might abandon the people of Amon Galen in desperate times." Shaking her head Eowyn returned her gaze to her son's, "How did the passageway come to be discovered?"
Legolas spoke before Boromir, "I am afraid, your highness, that the answer to this is because of serious misjudgment on my part."
"How so, Prince Legolas?"
Legolas took a long breath and released it slowly before beginning. "The elf known as Serewen, whom I believed to have been a victim of these dark elves, was allowed to accompany us to rescue Master Gimli. It was only during the course of our journey that I discovered her true nature. She is in alliance with these Daequendi, and she claims to be called Morwen."
Eowyn's breath caught in her throat at the mention of the name Morwen, but before she could speak Aldaluin said, "Forgive me, my prince," Aldaluin nodded to Legolas then turned toward Eowyn, "but his story is remiss. It was I who allowed Serewen to join our company. I should take the blame for underestimating her motives."
Eowyn sighed with a great deal of exasperation, "Why is it that the elves, the firstborn of Middle-earth, the wisest and oldest of the Children of Illuvatar, can rarely see the forest for the trees?!" Boromir had to stifle a laugh at his mother's pun, "I have known both of you for many years now," the lady raised her hand, "and please do not lecture me on how twenty years seems such a short time to the elves." If Boromir had not known better he would have sworn that the two elves had plastered the most innocent of expressions on their faces with the Princess's words. Eowyn took a deep breath and calmed herself, "Now, I have know the both of you for many years, and I find it nearly impossible to believe that Serewen, or Morwen, gave any indication of her true loyalties until such time as she was discovered. Therefore, your apologies are a waste of time, and I will accept neither of them"
Eowyn's eyes blazed in the warm yellow light of the room. She seemed unaware or did not care that both elves had locked gazes with her. The tension was thick in the air, but finally Legolas bowed his head, "Forgive me, Princess Eowyn, I have allowed my pride to cloud the critical issue." Boromir noticed that he had not admitted that he was wrong to have felt guilty about Serewen, but Eowyn seemed placated by the apology nonetheless.
Aldaluin nodded his head as well, "I too have spoken without thought for our true dilemma. I beg your pardon, Princess."
Eowyn continued to stare at the two elves for some time, but suddenly she nodded and the terse look evaporated from her face, "I am glad that is settled. If I understand things correctly this Serewen was taken through the secret tunnel, and she is now with the Daequendi and is likely to have informed them of the entrance to Minas Mallen?"
Boromir nodded, "Yes, Mother."
"Legolas," the Princess turned to the elf, "You must find Gimli and ask him how we might destroy the tunnel. Find whatever men, or women, and tools you require, and go immediately to seal off the tunnel."
"As you wish, Princess, but the dwarf will not be happy to destroy his hard work." Boromir was certain that the corners of Legolas's mouth were curling ever so slightly upwards into a smile.
Eowyn sighed again, "Then you must remind him, Prince Legolas, of how much he will enjoy building a new tunnel."
"Of course, my lady," the elf's smile was no longer subtle.
"Go now, Prince Legolas. This must be attended to immediately."
Legolas rose and bowed before Eowyn, then turned and strode from the room.
Eowyn turned her gaze on her son and Aldaluin, "Amon Galen is well- protected by her walls, but we cannot rely on them alone. I believe that Hephedra began her soap-making two days ago. The kettles will be full of the lye mixture. Boromir, find the strongest here in Amon Galen and have them begin taking the cauldron's to the wall. Also, after our meeting at sunrise you must take as many people as possible to the quarry. Every boulder that can be carried must be brought to the walls."
"Yes, Mother."
"Captain Aldaluin, by the Valar I pray that we are not forced to fight hand- to-hand, but we must prepare for this happenstance. When we meet near the gate at sunrise you will be given 100 of the best warriors of those remaining here in Amon Galen. You must find them armor and weaponry. Besides that every bow and arrow in the armory will be brought to the wall of Amon Galen."
"It will be done, Princess."
"I and my Shieldmaidens will see to setting our people on the walls and preparing them for the attack." Eowyn's eyes blazed anew with anger. Boromir knew the anger was directed at those that threatened her adopted home. The crown prince shivered. The Daequendi were unprepared for the wrath of the Princess of Ithilien. "Go now, warriors of Ithilien. We will meet again at the great gate."
Even as Boromir and Aldaluin took their leave of the princess she went to the fireplace mantel and retrieved the sword from the wall. Turning she watched as the two left her chambers, anger and conviction evident in her beautiful face. Boromir bowed once more before he departed then followed Aldaluin from the Princess's chambers. He could still feel the heat of her stare as he began to run down the hall.
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Killaen placed one delicate foot into the stirrup and with a great deal of strength pulled herself into the saddle. Turning to her left she nodded at Hildeth, who was sitting atop her own horse. The other woman nodded back, her eyes intent and serious.
"Upon you I have placed a great burden. Speed is of the essence. You must ride until you reach your destination. Though it burdens my heart to say so, you must ride without regard for your horses. They must perform their duty just as you must." Killaen accepted a roll of parchment, as did Hildeth. She placed the correspondence inside her tunic close to her heart. "Go now! Ride like the wind!"
Killaen kicked at the flanks of the large stallion even as she turned him to exit the stable doors. The cold wind of dawn made her eyes water and numbed her exposed face, but she did not slow the horse. She could sense Hildeth and her horse immediately behind her. The two riders and their horses sped through the streets of Amon Galen, weaving amongst the people of the small town who had already risen to the call of war and were moving toward the city's gate.
Within minutes Killaen had reached the gate and she and her horse sped across the bridge, the bridge that would soon be lifted and prevent her from returning to her home. She dismissed such thoughts from her head and concentrated on the task before her. Crouching low, she urged her horse into a faster gallop. The sensation of the other rider slowly diminished as Hildeth turned to the south. She was now alone.
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Eowyn watched as the two riders departed the city. May the Valar speed you on your way, and I pray that your messages meet their final destinations. With the grace of an accomplished rider Eowyn mounted her own horse and proceeded down to the city gate below.
The princess of Ithilien had donned her armor. The steel had been polished to a high sheen by the staff of Minas Mallen. She had not believed that she would wear the suit ever again, but she was grateful for the attentiveness of her staff. Sitting atop her horse in the early hours of the morning she shone like a beacon of light for all to see.
The princess began to encounter people in the streets on their way to the gate. As she passed she heard shouts of "Eowyn! Eowyn," and as she grew closer the cry increased. The people of Amon Galen, my people, cheered in the streets. There was no fear or worry, only the certainty of victory.
Eowyn dismounted at the gate and climbed the stairs to the top of the outer wall. Turning around she could see the faces of all the remaining people of Amon Galen. Her heart swelled with pride at the strength of her people even as her stomach tied itself in knots at the thought of the coming battle. She raised her hands to quiet the crowd.
Almost immediately the din subsided and quiet swept over the city. A thin sliver of the golden sun slipped above the eastern horizon and bathed Eowyn in golden sunlight. All those gathered there gasped at the sight, for it seemed that their princess had become as the sun herself. Her polished armor reflected back the fiery orb and Eowyn burned with the light of the Valar.
Eowyn blinked in the first rays of the rising sun. She could see nothing at first as her eyes adjusted to the bright light. Within moments however her eyes detected movement along the road leading to Khazad-bizar. Hundreds of black-cloaked individuals were marching towards the city. With a start she realized that the enemy was upon them. "Raise the gate! We must raise the gate!"
Without waiting to see if her words had been heeded Eowyn flew down the stairs and ran to the small door in the wall which housed the gate mechanism designed by the dwarves. Her own guards had followed her and as soon as they were inside they each grasped a bar of the gigantic wheel and began to slowly move it in a clockwise direction. For a few brief moments they were unable to move the mechanism, but as more bodies added their strength the wheel slowly began to turn.
Eowyn strained to push the wheel, but found that as they built up momentum the force required to continue moving became less and less. It seemed hours to the princess before the wheel stopped with a bone-jarring jolt. From outside cheers went up from the crowd. The gate was closed. The enemy could not enter, but neither could they escape. Eowyn said one last prayer to the Valar then went to go lead her people into battle.
Thank you ever so much for all of the wonderful reviews that were posted. My ego is totally inflated now! ;-)
There are a couple of things I would like to address. Etharei asked for more Aragorn and Eomer, and I assure you the next chapter will have much more of them as will the rest of this story. I am mainly telling this story from the POVs of Faramir, Legolas, and Gimli though so I can't guarantee tons of Aragorn and Eomer, but they will be there for certain. I would also like to let Jevvica, who has been a faithful reviewer of my story from the beginning (thank you!) know that there are going to be a lot more Gimli owies soon! (The next chapter takes us back to Faramir, but after that our favorite dwarf and favorite elf have a big mess to deal with). Also, I would like to thank PuterPatty and Muse of Lucius for the comments on my Mirkwood Tree Sloth comment. PuterPatty, I had not really thought Gimli was referring to the elves as tree sloths, but now that you mention it I find the notion hilarious! Let's assume he was calling the elves tree sloths, eh?
So, anyway, thank you all again for all your kind words and suggestions. They are so motivating! Oh, and one last thing, go check out the trailer for TTT on www.lordoftherings.net. Wow! I always knew TTT was going to make an even better movie than FotR(and that is saying something!), but just from the previews it looks even more amazing than I had imagined!
OK, I'm shutting up now. Enjoy!
Disclaimer: all characters, settings, and elvish language are strictly from the mind of J.R.R. Tolkien or inspired by him.
Chapter XVII
A Warning at Dawn
Boromir, Crown Prince of Ithilien, pulled at the latch on the large marble door. Quietly, and with little effort on his part, the door swung inward revealing the back of a large tapestry. With great care the prince pushed at the large wall-hanging just enough to get a view of the arboretum at the heart of Minas Mallen. The hour was early. There was not even a hint of the dawn on the eastern horizon. No one was likely to be visiting the indoor garden at this hour, but the secret corridor would prove useless if too many of the residents of Minas Mallen knew of its existence. Ranger honed senses scanned the wide room. Nothing stirred within the garden itself or even on the surrounding terraces and stairways that overlooked its bubbling fountain and ever-blooming flowers and greenery.
With great haste Boromir entered the arboretum motioning for the others to follow him. Tolmoth was practically on the prince's heels followed closely by Andru and Gerath. Behind them came Gimli followed closely by Legolas, who was in turn followed closely by Aldaluin, Captain of Legolas's guard. Lalaith and Firith had been dispatched to Edhil-e- londe as the group had approached Amon Galen in the hopes they could bring what elves remained there back to the city before the army of Dark Elves arrived.
Boromir noted that even Legolas and Aldaluin looked somewhat weary and travel-worn, but the several days growth of beard on the Dunedain's faces coupled with the dark circles under eyes red with lack of sleep made them look all the worse. Boromir grimaced at the thought of his own appearance. But it was Gimli who gave him the greatest concern.
The dwarf had traveled the entire way from Cirith Ungol to Amon Galen without the slightest complaint. His captors had treated him cruelly, undoubtedly because they had no intention of allowing him to live once they had their quarry. Lack of sustenance and sleep, as well as the sore muscles and wounds he had received at the hands of the Daequendi, had left him in no condition to travel at all. Yet the obstinate dwarf refused to be left behind even with Lalaith and Firith as guards. Boromir had forced all to journey at great speed in order to return to Amon Galen before the Daequendi army could arrive. Endless miles of running with little rest would have proved too much for most men, dwarves, or even elves in Gimli's condition, but the dwarf ran doggedly when Boromir gave the order never slowing or asking for rest along the way. Boromir was certain the elven waybread gave him the strength to continue on, and he thanked the Valar once more for Aldaluin's foresight to bring some along.
Gimli's eyes looked glazed over and the sheen of sweat that covered his forehead was evident even from Boromir's vantage some ten feet away. His breath came in short, ragged gasps and the dwarf appeared to be unsteady on his feet. Boromir sighed as he saw Legolas lean over to say something to his friend, but Gimli merely shook his head at whatever Legolas had suggested.
"Tolmoth," said Boromir, "you must rally whatever of my father's guard has been left here in the city. Tell them to ready themselves for battle, and that I will address them at dawn near the city gate. Take Gerath and Andru with you."
"Yes, my lord," Tolmoth bowed low then hurried off to the soldiers barracks just outside Minas Mallen flanked by Andru and Gerath.
Boromir turned to the others, "Gimli, you have proven to me once again that though dwarves be smaller in stature than men they carry the strength of ten men. You have done well to return to Amon Galen under such difficult circumstances, but we will need your stout heart and great strength for the coming battle. You must take your rest now while you may."
Gimli's grimace was more than noticeable without the dense beard to cover his face. "I do not require rest, Prince Boromir. I require only my axe and the necks of the enemy. I will not lie in bed being no more useful than a tree sloth of Mirkwood when there is work to be done."
Legolas glared at the dwarf, "I believe your exhaustion has claimed your sanity, my friend. It seems your mind has created fauna from its own imaginings for how else could you name an animal from a place that does not exist?"
Gimli glared back equally hard at the elf, "And you, my good elf, seem to have lost your memory in your old age. True, the land is now called Eryn Lasgalen, but I would think that you would still remember the days when it was referred to as Mirkwood." The dwarf stared defiantly at the irritated elf, "And it was called that for good reason as I recall!"
"Gentlemen!" Boromir raised his voice to command their attention, "I have no time for your arguments. Gimli, you WILL go to rest in your quarters. Legolas, you will accompany the dwarf to his rooms, and you have my permission knock him out cold by whatever means necessary if he refuses to comply." The elf-prince stared intently at Gimli with only the slightest raised eyebrow to indicate he was intrigued by the thought of rendering the dwarf unconscious.
Ignoring the meaningful look Gimli bowed low to Boromir, "Yes, your highness. My apologies."
Legolas also bowed to Boromir, "My apologies as well, your highness. I assure you your orders will be followed word for word." Gimli grunted but turned towards the nearest set of stairs that would take him to his rooms near the top of the great tower.
Legolas had turned to follow when Boromir said, "Legolas, please come to my mother's chambers when you have seen that Gimli has taken to bed." The elf nodded then quickly moved off in the direction Gimli had taken.
Boromir sighed resignedly then turned in the direction of his mother's chambers motioning for Aldaluin to follow. "It seems that those two would argue even as the world crumbled beneath their feet."
Aldaluin shook his head in disbelief, "I do not claim to understand the love the prince holds for the dwarf, but he loves him nevertheless. It seems that Prince Legolas knows happiness only when he is at odds with Gimli and it goes the same with the dwarf. I sometimes worry that when the sea finally calls the prince to return to the Undying Lands that he will insist upon bringing the dwarf with him so that he will have someone to mince words with."
Boromir snorted in disbelief at the Captain's joke, but the seriousness of Aldaluin's face brought him up short. He was now uncertain that the elf had intended the statement as a joke. Come to think of it, he was not sure that he had ever heard Aldaluin even attempt humor of any kind. The remainder of their short journey took place in silence.
The door to his mother's rooms was guarded by two of her own personal guard. Boromir did not know the names of the two women, but their fierce expressions rivaled even Tolmoth in their severity. The façade was broken only slightly as the two guards' eyes widened when they realized it was the crown prince who approached. Almost as an afterthought one of the guards bowed low before him followed quickly by the other. "Your Highness, it is good tidings that you have returned and in good health," said the first guard.
"Good health, yes, but I bring grave news. You must wake the princess immediately and tell her I must speak with her at once."
"Yes, Prince Boromir." The guard had barely completed another bow before she turned and entered Eowyn's rooms. Boromir shifted impatiently waiting for the guard to return. He had almost decided to enter his mother's rooms without permission when the woman returned. Stepping to one side the guard motioned for them to enter, "The princess waits within, your highness." Barely waiting for the guard to move out of the way Boromir walked into his mother's chambers followed closely by Aldaluin.
The Princess's chambers, like the rest of Minas Mallen, were walled with the smooth blue-veined rock sent by the dwarves from the north. The first room was for receiving guests. The walls here were covered in the thick woven tapestries of Eowyn's native Rohan. The wall-hangings depicted various scenes of Rohan's history. One of these was of Eowyn herself standing at the foot of the mountain hall of Edoras wearing the armor she had disguised herself in so that she could join the battle of the Pelennor Fields. The Princess's guard must have stoked the fire in the room for it burned brightly and provided much warmth. Above the mantel of the fireplace was a long sword. It was a replica of the one she had used to slay the King of the Nazgul, crafted by the skill of the Elves of Edhil-e- londe as a gift.
Many long couches made from the wood of the tall pines that grew high up in the Emyn Arnen were placed around the room. Each was covered in cushions filled with goose-down and covered in silk of the palest blue. In the center of the room was a large table. The table was also a gift from the elves and dwarves of Ithilien. The base was of the finest dwarf-craft and made of darkened brass to resemble a large oak tree the broad boughs of which held in place an irregular piece of glass crafted by the elves.
Eowyn stood waiting for them within this receiving room. She had donned one of the silk coats made for her by the elves of Edhil-e-londe. The deep green of the coat contrasted sharply with her golden hair, tied loosely at the neck and thrown over one shoulder. Her blue eyes were heavy, owing to the early hour, but the Princess of Ithilien stared at her only child with a look of concern, irritation, and anger.
Boromir nearly cringed at the look on his mother's face. He almost thought he would rather be fighting the Dark Elves than here facing her wrath. He bowed low, "Mother, I know that there is much you wish to discuss with me, but I bring news that is most grave and requires your immediate attention."
Prince Faramir and Princess Eowyn were known throughout Ithilien, as well as Gondor, for their sagacity, but when it came to matters of their son Eowyn alone dealt with him in like manner. Boromir said a silent prayer that she would do so here. After a few brief moments Eowyn sighed and motioned for him to sit down. Boromir sighed as well, but in the back of his mind he knew that the tongue-lashing and punishment he had escaped would only be deferred and not forgotten.
"What is the matter, Prince Boromir?"
Boromir flinched at the royal title, his mother's use of which was reserved for occasions in which Eowyn felt Boromir's actions were unbecoming of such a title. Aldaluin sat stoically next to him, waiting for him to speak, and offering little in the way of support. Curse all elves, and their annoying ways!
"Mother, we were successful in rescuing Gimli from the Dark Elves. Even now he finds his rest in his rooms in the tower." Eowyn's face darkened. Boromir proceeded hastily, "But after his rescue he told us he had overheard the Daequendi discussing plans for an attack on Amon Galen."
Shades of anger left Eowyn's face quickly and were replaced with shades of concern, "On Amon Galen? Are you certain of this?"
"Gimli was certain, Mother, and we witnessed an army marching down the Morgul Road even as we ascended to Cirith Ungol. We have come as quickly as we could, but the army cannot be far behind. We must prepare for a siege, and soon."
Eowyn rose, her face set determinedly, looking every bit the Shieldmaiden who brought down the King of the Nazgul. "The bridge must be drawn immediately, and preparations made for the defense of the city walls. The women and children of Amon Galen must be called upon to defend their homes."
Boromir went to stand by her side, "I have asked Tolmoth to gather what soldiers remain at the drawbridge at sunrise. We should assemble all the people there as soon as possible."
Aldaluin also rose, "Prince Legolas has sent word to Edhil-e-londe. By the grace of the Valar they will arrive in time, and can be added to our defenses."
Eowyn nodded to Aldaluin then went to the door and opened it. She spoke briefly with the two guards then closed it behind her. "My guard will raise the alarm. All will be gathered at the drawbridge ere sunrise. We should use this time to plan our strategy."
Boromir nodded, "There is something else, Mother, though I do not know what it means. Gimli said that the battle Father had gone to in the south was a deception to remove the fighting men of Amon Galen from their home. He said that the Daequendi are laying siege to Amon Galen in hopes of capturing you."
Eowyn blinked in surprise, "Me? What possible reason could they have for wishing to capture me?"
Aldaluin spoke first, "We know not, your highness, but I suspect evil purpose. These elves," Aldaluin practically spat the word, "have fallen under the shadow. To what ends your person may help them I cannot guess, but I suspect you would be used to renew the force of evil within this world."
Eowyn had been caught off guard by Boromir's revelation, and she was clearly distraught by Aldaluin's words. Yet, within moments she regained her composure, "It matters little what role I might play. My part is to protect Amon Galen, and in doing so I would prevent them from fulfilling their task. We have no time to think on this subject any longer, we must prepare for battle."
"Yes, Princess," Aldaluin bowed.
"Yes, Mother," said Boromir.
"Now, let us think." Eowyn was cut off by the sound of someone knocking on her door.
"It is Legolas," said Boromir as he rose to go answer the door.
When the door was opened Legolas stepped through, "Forgive me, Princess Eowyn, but there was no guard at your door to inform you of my arrival."
"Your apology is not necessary, Prince Legolas. Our situation is dire, and my guard was sent to perform duties of much greater import than guarding my door." The Princess motioned for him to enter. "You have arrived just in time to plan our battle strategy." The elf-prince made his way into the sitting area and at the princess's request took a seat at Aldaluin's side.
Eowyn, Princess of Ithilien and a former Shieldmaiden of the Mark, rose and turned to face the three warriors. ""Tis true that we have naught but the women, children, and elderly of Amon Galen with which to mount our defenses, but I know their strength and their love for this place. They will not falter even though all the forces of evil would come upon us."
The Princess held the gazes of Boromir, Legolas, and Aldaluin and found only purpose and determination. She nodded, satisfied, "Once the drawbridge has been drawn we must only hold them off the walls. Their construction and the moat will make any attempts to scale the walls very difficult."
"Forgive me, Mother, but there is one other entrance to the castle, which I fear the Daequendi have knowledge of now."
Eowyn turned to Boromir and after a few seconds a sardonic smile spread across her lips, "We had wondered, my son, how it was you managed to escape Minas Mallen undetected. I had considered our secret escape route, but thought you would not have revealed that even for such a purpose as rescuing our dear Gimli."
Boromir felt the heat rising in his cheeks at the scarcely hidden admonition, "My apologies, Mother."
Eowyn waved off his apology, "It matters little, Boromir. In truth I found the passageway an affront to my dignity." The princess's eyes narrowed and her lips pursed in disgust, "To think that we might abandon the people of Amon Galen in desperate times." Shaking her head Eowyn returned her gaze to her son's, "How did the passageway come to be discovered?"
Legolas spoke before Boromir, "I am afraid, your highness, that the answer to this is because of serious misjudgment on my part."
"How so, Prince Legolas?"
Legolas took a long breath and released it slowly before beginning. "The elf known as Serewen, whom I believed to have been a victim of these dark elves, was allowed to accompany us to rescue Master Gimli. It was only during the course of our journey that I discovered her true nature. She is in alliance with these Daequendi, and she claims to be called Morwen."
Eowyn's breath caught in her throat at the mention of the name Morwen, but before she could speak Aldaluin said, "Forgive me, my prince," Aldaluin nodded to Legolas then turned toward Eowyn, "but his story is remiss. It was I who allowed Serewen to join our company. I should take the blame for underestimating her motives."
Eowyn sighed with a great deal of exasperation, "Why is it that the elves, the firstborn of Middle-earth, the wisest and oldest of the Children of Illuvatar, can rarely see the forest for the trees?!" Boromir had to stifle a laugh at his mother's pun, "I have known both of you for many years now," the lady raised her hand, "and please do not lecture me on how twenty years seems such a short time to the elves." If Boromir had not known better he would have sworn that the two elves had plastered the most innocent of expressions on their faces with the Princess's words. Eowyn took a deep breath and calmed herself, "Now, I have know the both of you for many years, and I find it nearly impossible to believe that Serewen, or Morwen, gave any indication of her true loyalties until such time as she was discovered. Therefore, your apologies are a waste of time, and I will accept neither of them"
Eowyn's eyes blazed in the warm yellow light of the room. She seemed unaware or did not care that both elves had locked gazes with her. The tension was thick in the air, but finally Legolas bowed his head, "Forgive me, Princess Eowyn, I have allowed my pride to cloud the critical issue." Boromir noticed that he had not admitted that he was wrong to have felt guilty about Serewen, but Eowyn seemed placated by the apology nonetheless.
Aldaluin nodded his head as well, "I too have spoken without thought for our true dilemma. I beg your pardon, Princess."
Eowyn continued to stare at the two elves for some time, but suddenly she nodded and the terse look evaporated from her face, "I am glad that is settled. If I understand things correctly this Serewen was taken through the secret tunnel, and she is now with the Daequendi and is likely to have informed them of the entrance to Minas Mallen?"
Boromir nodded, "Yes, Mother."
"Legolas," the Princess turned to the elf, "You must find Gimli and ask him how we might destroy the tunnel. Find whatever men, or women, and tools you require, and go immediately to seal off the tunnel."
"As you wish, Princess, but the dwarf will not be happy to destroy his hard work." Boromir was certain that the corners of Legolas's mouth were curling ever so slightly upwards into a smile.
Eowyn sighed again, "Then you must remind him, Prince Legolas, of how much he will enjoy building a new tunnel."
"Of course, my lady," the elf's smile was no longer subtle.
"Go now, Prince Legolas. This must be attended to immediately."
Legolas rose and bowed before Eowyn, then turned and strode from the room.
Eowyn turned her gaze on her son and Aldaluin, "Amon Galen is well- protected by her walls, but we cannot rely on them alone. I believe that Hephedra began her soap-making two days ago. The kettles will be full of the lye mixture. Boromir, find the strongest here in Amon Galen and have them begin taking the cauldron's to the wall. Also, after our meeting at sunrise you must take as many people as possible to the quarry. Every boulder that can be carried must be brought to the walls."
"Yes, Mother."
"Captain Aldaluin, by the Valar I pray that we are not forced to fight hand- to-hand, but we must prepare for this happenstance. When we meet near the gate at sunrise you will be given 100 of the best warriors of those remaining here in Amon Galen. You must find them armor and weaponry. Besides that every bow and arrow in the armory will be brought to the wall of Amon Galen."
"It will be done, Princess."
"I and my Shieldmaidens will see to setting our people on the walls and preparing them for the attack." Eowyn's eyes blazed anew with anger. Boromir knew the anger was directed at those that threatened her adopted home. The crown prince shivered. The Daequendi were unprepared for the wrath of the Princess of Ithilien. "Go now, warriors of Ithilien. We will meet again at the great gate."
Even as Boromir and Aldaluin took their leave of the princess she went to the fireplace mantel and retrieved the sword from the wall. Turning she watched as the two left her chambers, anger and conviction evident in her beautiful face. Boromir bowed once more before he departed then followed Aldaluin from the Princess's chambers. He could still feel the heat of her stare as he began to run down the hall.
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Killaen placed one delicate foot into the stirrup and with a great deal of strength pulled herself into the saddle. Turning to her left she nodded at Hildeth, who was sitting atop her own horse. The other woman nodded back, her eyes intent and serious.
"Upon you I have placed a great burden. Speed is of the essence. You must ride until you reach your destination. Though it burdens my heart to say so, you must ride without regard for your horses. They must perform their duty just as you must." Killaen accepted a roll of parchment, as did Hildeth. She placed the correspondence inside her tunic close to her heart. "Go now! Ride like the wind!"
Killaen kicked at the flanks of the large stallion even as she turned him to exit the stable doors. The cold wind of dawn made her eyes water and numbed her exposed face, but she did not slow the horse. She could sense Hildeth and her horse immediately behind her. The two riders and their horses sped through the streets of Amon Galen, weaving amongst the people of the small town who had already risen to the call of war and were moving toward the city's gate.
Within minutes Killaen had reached the gate and she and her horse sped across the bridge, the bridge that would soon be lifted and prevent her from returning to her home. She dismissed such thoughts from her head and concentrated on the task before her. Crouching low, she urged her horse into a faster gallop. The sensation of the other rider slowly diminished as Hildeth turned to the south. She was now alone.
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Eowyn watched as the two riders departed the city. May the Valar speed you on your way, and I pray that your messages meet their final destinations. With the grace of an accomplished rider Eowyn mounted her own horse and proceeded down to the city gate below.
The princess of Ithilien had donned her armor. The steel had been polished to a high sheen by the staff of Minas Mallen. She had not believed that she would wear the suit ever again, but she was grateful for the attentiveness of her staff. Sitting atop her horse in the early hours of the morning she shone like a beacon of light for all to see.
The princess began to encounter people in the streets on their way to the gate. As she passed she heard shouts of "Eowyn! Eowyn," and as she grew closer the cry increased. The people of Amon Galen, my people, cheered in the streets. There was no fear or worry, only the certainty of victory.
Eowyn dismounted at the gate and climbed the stairs to the top of the outer wall. Turning around she could see the faces of all the remaining people of Amon Galen. Her heart swelled with pride at the strength of her people even as her stomach tied itself in knots at the thought of the coming battle. She raised her hands to quiet the crowd.
Almost immediately the din subsided and quiet swept over the city. A thin sliver of the golden sun slipped above the eastern horizon and bathed Eowyn in golden sunlight. All those gathered there gasped at the sight, for it seemed that their princess had become as the sun herself. Her polished armor reflected back the fiery orb and Eowyn burned with the light of the Valar.
Eowyn blinked in the first rays of the rising sun. She could see nothing at first as her eyes adjusted to the bright light. Within moments however her eyes detected movement along the road leading to Khazad-bizar. Hundreds of black-cloaked individuals were marching towards the city. With a start she realized that the enemy was upon them. "Raise the gate! We must raise the gate!"
Without waiting to see if her words had been heeded Eowyn flew down the stairs and ran to the small door in the wall which housed the gate mechanism designed by the dwarves. Her own guards had followed her and as soon as they were inside they each grasped a bar of the gigantic wheel and began to slowly move it in a clockwise direction. For a few brief moments they were unable to move the mechanism, but as more bodies added their strength the wheel slowly began to turn.
Eowyn strained to push the wheel, but found that as they built up momentum the force required to continue moving became less and less. It seemed hours to the princess before the wheel stopped with a bone-jarring jolt. From outside cheers went up from the crowd. The gate was closed. The enemy could not enter, but neither could they escape. Eowyn said one last prayer to the Valar then went to go lead her people into battle.