The Perils of Fangorn
by SkyFire
For disclaimer, see part 1.
This chapter is kind of slow, I guess. Not much to poke fun at at Helm's Deep. More fun next
time, promise! *g* Hobbits!! *g*
Feed the plotbunnies! Make them happy! Leave a review!
*****
The Perils of Fangorn
by SkyFire
Part 8
"Eomer!" Aragorn shouted as she beat at the thick, solid ironoak door. "Get back here! Eomer!"
She pounded once more at the door, then turned away in disgust, stalking further into the barren
stone room.
At the far end of the room was a doorway with stairs leading up. Even as the Ranger walked
towards them, though, she saw the Elf Legolas coming down the stairs.
"Well, Elf?" Gimli asked.
Legolas shook her head. "Eomer has been here before, to choose this place to hold us," she said.
"This guardhouse has three levels, each as empty as this one. There are archer's windows facing
the inner courtyard on the second level and facing outward on the third. There was perhaps roof
access at one time, but if so the way is blocked from without, for the door will not move."
"So we cannot get out until such time as someone outside unbars the first level's door and
releases us?" Aragorn queried.
"That appears to be the case," the Elf agreed.
"Just wait until I get my hands on him! Just wait!" Aragorn seethed. "First the dress and now
this! I always knew the Riders of Rohan do not, as a rule, let their women fight in battle with
them, but this! He *knows* we are not truly women! But even so, to lock us in a guard tower!"
"Peace, my friend," Legolas implored. "There must be more reason to it than that. But for now,
here is where we shall remain."
"Easy for you to say," Gimli grumbled, moving to sit with her back to one stone wall. "You can
at least join in battle, even from here, because of those windows and your bow. My axe wishes to
bathe in black orc-blood!"
"Anduril as well," Aragorn muttered, slumping to sit in the floor as well. "I am Isildur's Heir
of Gondor. I should be fighting on the wall with the rest, not holed up here."
An hour passed. The three sat on the floor of the empty room, listening to the men outside
preparing for battle.
Gimli looked up from her newly-sharpened axe, looked over to study her two companions.
Legolas, finally starting to become her old cheerful self again after several endless days of
misery, sat oiling and polishing her bow. Apparently, the Elf wasn't quite as calm as she
pretended to be, for the dwarf saw that if the Elf polished the wood any more, she wouldn't even
have to shoot arrows at her enemies; the glare alone from the Sun bouncing off the gleaming wood
would be enough to blind her opponents.
Aragorn, Gimli saw, had already sharpened and oiled all her blades and now sat there restlessly,
her gaze flicking between her hand and a nearby stone wall. Curious, Gimli squinted at Aragorn's
hand, the better to make out what she was holding, finally seeing what it was.
"Aragorn, put the stone down-"
*Plink! Rattle-rattle-rattle.* The stone hit the wall, bounced off and rolled back to the
Ranger, who picked it up again.
"Aragorn!"
The three companions dozed only occasionally that night, and those times were light, fitful
things that gave them little rest, as the sounds of battle, somewhat muted by the stone, entered
their tower.
The sounds of battle grew and receded like waves on a shore as the battle first raged, then
lulled, then raged once more, only to lull again, all through the night.
Dim grey dawn-light fell upon the stairs from the windows of the levels above, and the three
heard the sound of the Horns of Rohan sounding the charge.
Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli hurried up to the third level of their prison and looked out over the
torn battlefield through the archer's slits in the wall. They saw King Theoden leading the
attack on the forces of Isengard from the front gate, even as Eomer, some distance away, led
another force from out of the Deep against the foul army. Even stranger still, where before
there had been only fields, now behind the Isengard army stood a strange forest clothed in
impenetrable darkness that even the orcs feared to enter.
From those windows, the three companions watched as the Rohirrim decimated the opposing force,
emerging victorious at long last.
It was nearly an hour later, though, before Eomer returned to the guardhouse and unbarred the
door.
Aragorn just stood there glaring at the man, silently wondering to herself how she could *ever*
hope to heap *that* much revenge on anyone, even as she promised herself that she *would* find a
way.
Legolas and Gimli were quick to leave the area as the two humans faced each other, one
battle-weary, the other simmering with the need for revenge. Seeing the newly-returned Gandalf
speaking to Theoden, they walked that way.
"You locked us up," Aragorn growled at Eomer through gritted teeth.
Eomer nodded silently, unapologetically.
"You locked us up," Aragorn repeated.
Eomer saw a dangerous gleam in the Ranger's eyes, took a cautious step backwards. "Aragorn, I-"
"You *locked us up*," Aragorn said yet again, then sprang at the other, hands reaching for the
throat.
Theoden and Gandalf, now accompanied by the Elf and dwarf, looked over at a surprised yelp to see
Aragorn, hands outstretched, pursuing Eomer around the courtyard, snarling.
Theoden shook his head at their antics. He looked to Gandalf. "Will they be ready to ride with
us to Isengard, do you think?"
Gandalf shook his head in exasperation. "We can only hope."
TBC...
Next stop: Isengard and hobbits!
Leave a review!! Please? Pretty please with Legolas on top? (Or bottom?) *g*
by SkyFire
For disclaimer, see part 1.
This chapter is kind of slow, I guess. Not much to poke fun at at Helm's Deep. More fun next
time, promise! *g* Hobbits!! *g*
Feed the plotbunnies! Make them happy! Leave a review!
*****
The Perils of Fangorn
by SkyFire
Part 8
"Eomer!" Aragorn shouted as she beat at the thick, solid ironoak door. "Get back here! Eomer!"
She pounded once more at the door, then turned away in disgust, stalking further into the barren
stone room.
At the far end of the room was a doorway with stairs leading up. Even as the Ranger walked
towards them, though, she saw the Elf Legolas coming down the stairs.
"Well, Elf?" Gimli asked.
Legolas shook her head. "Eomer has been here before, to choose this place to hold us," she said.
"This guardhouse has three levels, each as empty as this one. There are archer's windows facing
the inner courtyard on the second level and facing outward on the third. There was perhaps roof
access at one time, but if so the way is blocked from without, for the door will not move."
"So we cannot get out until such time as someone outside unbars the first level's door and
releases us?" Aragorn queried.
"That appears to be the case," the Elf agreed.
"Just wait until I get my hands on him! Just wait!" Aragorn seethed. "First the dress and now
this! I always knew the Riders of Rohan do not, as a rule, let their women fight in battle with
them, but this! He *knows* we are not truly women! But even so, to lock us in a guard tower!"
"Peace, my friend," Legolas implored. "There must be more reason to it than that. But for now,
here is where we shall remain."
"Easy for you to say," Gimli grumbled, moving to sit with her back to one stone wall. "You can
at least join in battle, even from here, because of those windows and your bow. My axe wishes to
bathe in black orc-blood!"
"Anduril as well," Aragorn muttered, slumping to sit in the floor as well. "I am Isildur's Heir
of Gondor. I should be fighting on the wall with the rest, not holed up here."
An hour passed. The three sat on the floor of the empty room, listening to the men outside
preparing for battle.
Gimli looked up from her newly-sharpened axe, looked over to study her two companions.
Legolas, finally starting to become her old cheerful self again after several endless days of
misery, sat oiling and polishing her bow. Apparently, the Elf wasn't quite as calm as she
pretended to be, for the dwarf saw that if the Elf polished the wood any more, she wouldn't even
have to shoot arrows at her enemies; the glare alone from the Sun bouncing off the gleaming wood
would be enough to blind her opponents.
Aragorn, Gimli saw, had already sharpened and oiled all her blades and now sat there restlessly,
her gaze flicking between her hand and a nearby stone wall. Curious, Gimli squinted at Aragorn's
hand, the better to make out what she was holding, finally seeing what it was.
"Aragorn, put the stone down-"
*Plink! Rattle-rattle-rattle.* The stone hit the wall, bounced off and rolled back to the
Ranger, who picked it up again.
"Aragorn!"
The three companions dozed only occasionally that night, and those times were light, fitful
things that gave them little rest, as the sounds of battle, somewhat muted by the stone, entered
their tower.
The sounds of battle grew and receded like waves on a shore as the battle first raged, then
lulled, then raged once more, only to lull again, all through the night.
Dim grey dawn-light fell upon the stairs from the windows of the levels above, and the three
heard the sound of the Horns of Rohan sounding the charge.
Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli hurried up to the third level of their prison and looked out over the
torn battlefield through the archer's slits in the wall. They saw King Theoden leading the
attack on the forces of Isengard from the front gate, even as Eomer, some distance away, led
another force from out of the Deep against the foul army. Even stranger still, where before
there had been only fields, now behind the Isengard army stood a strange forest clothed in
impenetrable darkness that even the orcs feared to enter.
From those windows, the three companions watched as the Rohirrim decimated the opposing force,
emerging victorious at long last.
It was nearly an hour later, though, before Eomer returned to the guardhouse and unbarred the
door.
Aragorn just stood there glaring at the man, silently wondering to herself how she could *ever*
hope to heap *that* much revenge on anyone, even as she promised herself that she *would* find a
way.
Legolas and Gimli were quick to leave the area as the two humans faced each other, one
battle-weary, the other simmering with the need for revenge. Seeing the newly-returned Gandalf
speaking to Theoden, they walked that way.
"You locked us up," Aragorn growled at Eomer through gritted teeth.
Eomer nodded silently, unapologetically.
"You locked us up," Aragorn repeated.
Eomer saw a dangerous gleam in the Ranger's eyes, took a cautious step backwards. "Aragorn, I-"
"You *locked us up*," Aragorn said yet again, then sprang at the other, hands reaching for the
throat.
Theoden and Gandalf, now accompanied by the Elf and dwarf, looked over at a surprised yelp to see
Aragorn, hands outstretched, pursuing Eomer around the courtyard, snarling.
Theoden shook his head at their antics. He looked to Gandalf. "Will they be ready to ride with
us to Isengard, do you think?"
Gandalf shook his head in exasperation. "We can only hope."
TBC...
Next stop: Isengard and hobbits!
Leave a review!! Please? Pretty please with Legolas on top? (Or bottom?) *g*