Aragorn cast down his eyes.
"I am sorry," Eomer said softly.
No response came from the remaining fellowship. For they all could no believe it.
Legolas stood silently, staring to the ground. Aragorn looked up into the dark eyes Eomer, knowing that he told no lie. Raising his hand to his brow, all hope was lost. Gimli breathed hard, mumbling something under his breath in Dwarven language. The faith in finding the hobbits which was once strong was lost for it seemed all eternity. Eomer saw the distress and sorrow in his new friends' eyes. He turned away, looking out over the plains to the burning pile of nothingness, to him. There was nothing Eomer could do to help anymore, though there was one small deed he could lend them. Immediately, he whistled loudly.
"Hasufel! Arod!" he called loudly, following his whistle.
To their beckoning, the two horses came; Hasufel in the lead of Arod. Hasufel stood tall and proud, a dark, brown, shining coat he had. Behind him came Arod, white and gleaming in the sunlight. Also, wilder than its leader.
"May these horses of Rohan help you along your way. They shall follow you wherever their masters lead them. Hopefully, they shall be better with you than their later masters who were lost in the battle with the Uruk-hai and orcs."
Aragorn bowed his head in thanks to Eomer. For horses is exactly what was needed to travel Rohan. Deep in Aragorn's heart, he knew the hobbits lived. Though, could he convince his mind of what his heart felt? Could he convince his companions of what his heart felt? Or was it desire that clouded his eyes from the truth? Was it desire that yielded his heart to believing that the young, defenseless hobbits actually had escaped the clutches of the Uruk-hai and the attack of the men of Riddermark? Doubt began to overtake everything in his mind; even in the shallows of his heart. Though he was not the only one felt this way.
Legolas could still not convince his self that the hobbits were dead; that their search had all been in vain. For they had failed, they had failed Merry and Pippin. The fellowship had failed. The trust and strength that they had devoted to the remaining of the fellowship had failed. Could this really be happening? It was over. Legolas's mind began to convince his heart that everything, everyone had failed. Doubt crept out of ever dark corner of his mind and had began to seize everything he believed in.
It seemed Gimli was the only one who believed the hobbits no longer lived. All hope had escaped the dwarf. All strength he had put into the rescuing of Meriadoc Brandybuck and Peregrin Took had been put to rest.
"So it had all been in vain? Everything we had devoted, it has all failed. We have failed. I have failed. I have failed Frodo, Master Gamgee, Aragorn, Merry and Pippin, and Legolas." Gimli thought to himself, hiding the grief that lay inside him.
There was an awkward silence between them. Eomer finally spoke.
"Look for your friends," he said, surprising even Aragorn with such a statement.
"But do not trust to hope. For it has forsaken these lands. But do not give up, Aragorn son of Arathorn; for we have yet the day that we shall draw our swords together in maybe the last battle."
Aragorn's expression became soft as he replied.
"And I look forward to that day, when Eomer, son of Eomund, will draw his sword with mine Anduril."
"Gimli, son of Gloin, the same words go to you; for you have yet to teach." Eomer said quietly, directing his glance from Aragorn to Gimli.
"And I shall, Master Eomer. I shall." Gimli replied sturdy.
Eomer looked to Legolas, not knowing exactly what to say to the elf who had threatened him before, to death.
"I look forward to our next meeting, Legolas of Mirkwood. Hopefully, it will be less tense." Eomer said, trying to lighten the mood the best he could under the circumstances.
"So do I." Legolas replied softly, turning a sad smile to Eomer.
With that last word, Eomer mounted his horse, his golden hair flowing freely under his shining helm. Giving a last look to Aragorn, he sped away, over the plains of Rohan.
"We have spent enough time. With our new finding of ill news, this brings my hopes down. Though, deep in my heart, I believe Merry and Pippin are alive. Let us ride to the burning and search for anything, any sign that might lead us to good news. For this day has gone terribly amiss. Come my friends! Follow me!"
Aragorn quickly mounted Hasufel, though with Gimli it took longer; for dwarves were not made for riding, after all! When finally mounted, the three companions raced over the hill under the cold sun, coming ever nearer to where their hopes and fears lay with the finding of Merry and Pippin.
Well, I hope you've enjoyed the 3rd chapter of "Not Idly Do the Leaves of Lorien Fall". PLEASE REVIEW!!! Also, keep checking back for the NEXT CHAPTER which will be posted VERY, VERY SOON!!! Again, PLEASE REVIEW to let me know what you think! Thank you!!! ^_^
"I am sorry," Eomer said softly.
No response came from the remaining fellowship. For they all could no believe it.
Legolas stood silently, staring to the ground. Aragorn looked up into the dark eyes Eomer, knowing that he told no lie. Raising his hand to his brow, all hope was lost. Gimli breathed hard, mumbling something under his breath in Dwarven language. The faith in finding the hobbits which was once strong was lost for it seemed all eternity. Eomer saw the distress and sorrow in his new friends' eyes. He turned away, looking out over the plains to the burning pile of nothingness, to him. There was nothing Eomer could do to help anymore, though there was one small deed he could lend them. Immediately, he whistled loudly.
"Hasufel! Arod!" he called loudly, following his whistle.
To their beckoning, the two horses came; Hasufel in the lead of Arod. Hasufel stood tall and proud, a dark, brown, shining coat he had. Behind him came Arod, white and gleaming in the sunlight. Also, wilder than its leader.
"May these horses of Rohan help you along your way. They shall follow you wherever their masters lead them. Hopefully, they shall be better with you than their later masters who were lost in the battle with the Uruk-hai and orcs."
Aragorn bowed his head in thanks to Eomer. For horses is exactly what was needed to travel Rohan. Deep in Aragorn's heart, he knew the hobbits lived. Though, could he convince his mind of what his heart felt? Could he convince his companions of what his heart felt? Or was it desire that clouded his eyes from the truth? Was it desire that yielded his heart to believing that the young, defenseless hobbits actually had escaped the clutches of the Uruk-hai and the attack of the men of Riddermark? Doubt began to overtake everything in his mind; even in the shallows of his heart. Though he was not the only one felt this way.
Legolas could still not convince his self that the hobbits were dead; that their search had all been in vain. For they had failed, they had failed Merry and Pippin. The fellowship had failed. The trust and strength that they had devoted to the remaining of the fellowship had failed. Could this really be happening? It was over. Legolas's mind began to convince his heart that everything, everyone had failed. Doubt crept out of ever dark corner of his mind and had began to seize everything he believed in.
It seemed Gimli was the only one who believed the hobbits no longer lived. All hope had escaped the dwarf. All strength he had put into the rescuing of Meriadoc Brandybuck and Peregrin Took had been put to rest.
"So it had all been in vain? Everything we had devoted, it has all failed. We have failed. I have failed. I have failed Frodo, Master Gamgee, Aragorn, Merry and Pippin, and Legolas." Gimli thought to himself, hiding the grief that lay inside him.
There was an awkward silence between them. Eomer finally spoke.
"Look for your friends," he said, surprising even Aragorn with such a statement.
"But do not trust to hope. For it has forsaken these lands. But do not give up, Aragorn son of Arathorn; for we have yet the day that we shall draw our swords together in maybe the last battle."
Aragorn's expression became soft as he replied.
"And I look forward to that day, when Eomer, son of Eomund, will draw his sword with mine Anduril."
"Gimli, son of Gloin, the same words go to you; for you have yet to teach." Eomer said quietly, directing his glance from Aragorn to Gimli.
"And I shall, Master Eomer. I shall." Gimli replied sturdy.
Eomer looked to Legolas, not knowing exactly what to say to the elf who had threatened him before, to death.
"I look forward to our next meeting, Legolas of Mirkwood. Hopefully, it will be less tense." Eomer said, trying to lighten the mood the best he could under the circumstances.
"So do I." Legolas replied softly, turning a sad smile to Eomer.
With that last word, Eomer mounted his horse, his golden hair flowing freely under his shining helm. Giving a last look to Aragorn, he sped away, over the plains of Rohan.
"We have spent enough time. With our new finding of ill news, this brings my hopes down. Though, deep in my heart, I believe Merry and Pippin are alive. Let us ride to the burning and search for anything, any sign that might lead us to good news. For this day has gone terribly amiss. Come my friends! Follow me!"
Aragorn quickly mounted Hasufel, though with Gimli it took longer; for dwarves were not made for riding, after all! When finally mounted, the three companions raced over the hill under the cold sun, coming ever nearer to where their hopes and fears lay with the finding of Merry and Pippin.
Well, I hope you've enjoyed the 3rd chapter of "Not Idly Do the Leaves of Lorien Fall". PLEASE REVIEW!!! Also, keep checking back for the NEXT CHAPTER which will be posted VERY, VERY SOON!!! Again, PLEASE REVIEW to let me know what you think! Thank you!!! ^_^