The Perils of Fangorn
by SkyFire
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The Perils of Fangorn
by SkyFire
Part 4
They arrived at Edoras, the capital city of Rohan, in the early morning two days later, and rode
up to gates guarded by many spear- and sword-wielding mail-clad Riders of Rohan.
Upon seeing the four, mounted upon what were quite obviously horses of Rohan, the guards frowned,
coming to the only conclusion that made sense to them.
Before Aragorn or Gandalf could call out a greeting, the Riders closed in on the three females,
wisely avoiding the wizard. The three were unceremoniously hauled off Hasufel and Arod, then
relieved of their weapons and hustled within the walls of the city, then over to a stout stone
building that stood midway between the city gates and the hall of King Theoden, Meduseld. As
they were walked there, struggling the whole of the way, they were informed that they were being
imprisoned for horse-theft and would be held in prison until such time as King Theoden passed
judgement upon them.
The three tried to explain the situation, tried to explain that they were but returning the
horses leant to them by Eomer, but the guards acted deaf and dumb and refused to listen.
Gandalf had followed closely behind and assured them, as they were being pulled inside the
dimly-lit prison-building, that he would see them released after he spoke with Theoden.
"Gandalf!" Aragorn shouted angrily, clinging stubbornly to the doorframe even as three guards
tried to pry her loose. "Gandalf, don't leave us here! Gandalf! I am Aragorn, son of Arathorn,
Isildur's heir of Gondor! I will not be falsely locked up for horse-theft! Gandalf!"
The three guards shared a smirking glance that sared the thought as easily as if it had been
spoken aloud. *The girl's obviously insane. She thinks she's a man!*
Finally, they managed to pry the Ranger free of the doorframe, though she left long scratches
behind on it that showed show her determination. They carried her, twisting and kicking, to the
rows of cells where Legolas and Gimli were already locked up, each in their own cell. The guards
opened a cell's thick wooden door, shoved Aragorn in, then quickly slammed the door and bolted it
securely. Then they left.
"Legolas? Gimli?" Aragorn called, moving to stand at the door of her cell. The door was perhaps
four inches thick, and had a space cut into it at head-level and set with vertical bars. She
peered out of her cell and called again. "Legolas? Gimli?"
Legolas appeared in a cell across the hallway, looking out of the barred space on her own door at
Aragorn. "I'm here," she said simply.
A hand waved in the cell beside the Elf's, and Gimli's disgusted voice was heard. "I'm here, as
well. Damned windows built for humans."
"I see you," Aragorn said. The hand stopped waving, disappeared. "So, what do you think about
our little predicament here?"
"I think that you going around yelling 'I am Aragorn, son of Arathorn' isn't exactly helping
right now, my friend," the dwarf said bluntly.
"Much as it pains me," Legolas said, "I must agree with the dwarf. The situation is volatile
enough without the Riders thinking you insane."
"Oh. Well, I was angry." A slight pause. "I'm sorry."
The three friends were quiet for a space as they thought of their situation and hoped Gandalf
would hurry to get them out.
"Well," Aragorn said at last. "Eomer knows we didn't steal Hasufel and Arod. He would know that
we were just returning them, as promised. He can speak for us."
"I would," came Eomer's voice from the cell beside Aragorn's, "but I've been falsely accused of
treason and my word just now would likely do your cause more harm than good. Besides, the only
voice that King Theoden listens to of late belongs to Grima Wormtongue."
Aragorn groaned. Even Legolas looked somewhat grim.
"It seems Gandalf might be a while, my friends," Aragorn said at last. "We may as well get
comfortable." With a last nod across the hall to Legolas, Aragorn moved further into her cell.
She sat down on the crude straw mattress to wait.
In their cells, Legolas, Gimli and Eomer did the same.
TBC...
Please... Save the starving plotbunnies! Leave a review!
by SkyFire
See disclaimer, part 1
Please leave a review! I love reading them, and my poor, rabid plotbunnies will starve if you
don't!
*****
The Perils of Fangorn
by SkyFire
Part 4
They arrived at Edoras, the capital city of Rohan, in the early morning two days later, and rode
up to gates guarded by many spear- and sword-wielding mail-clad Riders of Rohan.
Upon seeing the four, mounted upon what were quite obviously horses of Rohan, the guards frowned,
coming to the only conclusion that made sense to them.
Before Aragorn or Gandalf could call out a greeting, the Riders closed in on the three females,
wisely avoiding the wizard. The three were unceremoniously hauled off Hasufel and Arod, then
relieved of their weapons and hustled within the walls of the city, then over to a stout stone
building that stood midway between the city gates and the hall of King Theoden, Meduseld. As
they were walked there, struggling the whole of the way, they were informed that they were being
imprisoned for horse-theft and would be held in prison until such time as King Theoden passed
judgement upon them.
The three tried to explain the situation, tried to explain that they were but returning the
horses leant to them by Eomer, but the guards acted deaf and dumb and refused to listen.
Gandalf had followed closely behind and assured them, as they were being pulled inside the
dimly-lit prison-building, that he would see them released after he spoke with Theoden.
"Gandalf!" Aragorn shouted angrily, clinging stubbornly to the doorframe even as three guards
tried to pry her loose. "Gandalf, don't leave us here! Gandalf! I am Aragorn, son of Arathorn,
Isildur's heir of Gondor! I will not be falsely locked up for horse-theft! Gandalf!"
The three guards shared a smirking glance that sared the thought as easily as if it had been
spoken aloud. *The girl's obviously insane. She thinks she's a man!*
Finally, they managed to pry the Ranger free of the doorframe, though she left long scratches
behind on it that showed show her determination. They carried her, twisting and kicking, to the
rows of cells where Legolas and Gimli were already locked up, each in their own cell. The guards
opened a cell's thick wooden door, shoved Aragorn in, then quickly slammed the door and bolted it
securely. Then they left.
"Legolas? Gimli?" Aragorn called, moving to stand at the door of her cell. The door was perhaps
four inches thick, and had a space cut into it at head-level and set with vertical bars. She
peered out of her cell and called again. "Legolas? Gimli?"
Legolas appeared in a cell across the hallway, looking out of the barred space on her own door at
Aragorn. "I'm here," she said simply.
A hand waved in the cell beside the Elf's, and Gimli's disgusted voice was heard. "I'm here, as
well. Damned windows built for humans."
"I see you," Aragorn said. The hand stopped waving, disappeared. "So, what do you think about
our little predicament here?"
"I think that you going around yelling 'I am Aragorn, son of Arathorn' isn't exactly helping
right now, my friend," the dwarf said bluntly.
"Much as it pains me," Legolas said, "I must agree with the dwarf. The situation is volatile
enough without the Riders thinking you insane."
"Oh. Well, I was angry." A slight pause. "I'm sorry."
The three friends were quiet for a space as they thought of their situation and hoped Gandalf
would hurry to get them out.
"Well," Aragorn said at last. "Eomer knows we didn't steal Hasufel and Arod. He would know that
we were just returning them, as promised. He can speak for us."
"I would," came Eomer's voice from the cell beside Aragorn's, "but I've been falsely accused of
treason and my word just now would likely do your cause more harm than good. Besides, the only
voice that King Theoden listens to of late belongs to Grima Wormtongue."
Aragorn groaned. Even Legolas looked somewhat grim.
"It seems Gandalf might be a while, my friends," Aragorn said at last. "We may as well get
comfortable." With a last nod across the hall to Legolas, Aragorn moved further into her cell.
She sat down on the crude straw mattress to wait.
In their cells, Legolas, Gimli and Eomer did the same.
TBC...
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