Chapter 16 Worries and Doubts
Sorry I haven't updated in ages, but it took me a while to think of what to put in this next chapter. So review and tell me what you think!!!
Summary: Arwen has persuaded Haldir to lead his men to Helms Deep, to aid the men of Rohan.
"Cover the causeway and the gate from above. Get the archers on the eastern wall." Theodens orders pierced the eerie silence that stretched through the evening air.
Gimli's gruff and disgruntled voice could be heard. "Let those Uruk - hai bring their pretty faces near my axe, I'll show them what comes from obeying the orders of Saruman."
Legolas could not help but laugh, somehow his dwarf friend could always find a way to amuse him.
"Where is Aragorn Gimli? I must apologies for my foolish actions earlier. Though I fear there is little hope I should not of doubted what hope there is, it always brings bad luck."
"Nay lad, he is just fearful like the rest of us, it was right of you to speak your mind. As for Aragorns whereabouts I have not seen him all afternoon."
Aragorn fell to the cold stone floor of the armoury. He beat the wall miserably with all his strength, until his hands began to bleed. Tears slipped from his eyes.
'Is this it?' he thought to himself 'Is this to be the doom of men?' He tormented his mind with questions. 'To fall to the hand of Saruman the deceiver. To let middle earth fall to destruction by the will of the enemy, because we do not have the strength to repel them.'
He clenched his fists, gritted his teeth and pounded the wall time, and time again, not caring for the pain he was causing himself.
In his mind he had failed, he had failed as the heir of Gondor. He had failed Boromir in trying to keep his promise to never let their people fail. Somehow, the doom of men would all be his fault.
He felt a strong warm hand squeeze his shoulder.
"Why do you grieve my Lord?" Eowyn asked him in a worried tone.
"Legolas is right there is no hope. I have failed, the race of men will fall to ruin."
He clenched his fists until his knuckles became white, and began to hit the wall again.
A strong hand stopped his arm. Eowyn kneeled beside him, and looked straight into his eyes.
"Our people need you, what chance do you think they will have without your aid?" She smiled and tightened the grip on his shoulder.
"I thought I knew you better Lord Aragorn, you of all people should know there is always hope, no matter what."
He looked up and gazed into her eyes, saw what hope she had in her, and beamed.
She took his hands in hers and washed away the blood and grime in a bowl of warm water, then wrapped them in clean bandages.
Eowyn whispered into his ear "If it would ease your nerves, I will join you in battle."
"Nay lady," he replied, "I do not doubt you a shield maiden, but you must comfort the women and children, for I fear they will lose many dear to them."
The Lady of Rohan nodded curtly, and to Aragorns surprise, she kissed his temple softly. He felt his worries drain from him instantly.
She rose, gave him a secure reassuring look and departed.
"We have yet to prevail," he said confidently, getting to his feet and began to prepare for battle. He doubted he would win, but by god would he show the enemy what the heir to the throne of Gondor was made of, before he fell.
Sorry I haven't updated in ages, but it took me a while to think of what to put in this next chapter. So review and tell me what you think!!!
Summary: Arwen has persuaded Haldir to lead his men to Helms Deep, to aid the men of Rohan.
"Cover the causeway and the gate from above. Get the archers on the eastern wall." Theodens orders pierced the eerie silence that stretched through the evening air.
Gimli's gruff and disgruntled voice could be heard. "Let those Uruk - hai bring their pretty faces near my axe, I'll show them what comes from obeying the orders of Saruman."
Legolas could not help but laugh, somehow his dwarf friend could always find a way to amuse him.
"Where is Aragorn Gimli? I must apologies for my foolish actions earlier. Though I fear there is little hope I should not of doubted what hope there is, it always brings bad luck."
"Nay lad, he is just fearful like the rest of us, it was right of you to speak your mind. As for Aragorns whereabouts I have not seen him all afternoon."
Aragorn fell to the cold stone floor of the armoury. He beat the wall miserably with all his strength, until his hands began to bleed. Tears slipped from his eyes.
'Is this it?' he thought to himself 'Is this to be the doom of men?' He tormented his mind with questions. 'To fall to the hand of Saruman the deceiver. To let middle earth fall to destruction by the will of the enemy, because we do not have the strength to repel them.'
He clenched his fists, gritted his teeth and pounded the wall time, and time again, not caring for the pain he was causing himself.
In his mind he had failed, he had failed as the heir of Gondor. He had failed Boromir in trying to keep his promise to never let their people fail. Somehow, the doom of men would all be his fault.
He felt a strong warm hand squeeze his shoulder.
"Why do you grieve my Lord?" Eowyn asked him in a worried tone.
"Legolas is right there is no hope. I have failed, the race of men will fall to ruin."
He clenched his fists until his knuckles became white, and began to hit the wall again.
A strong hand stopped his arm. Eowyn kneeled beside him, and looked straight into his eyes.
"Our people need you, what chance do you think they will have without your aid?" She smiled and tightened the grip on his shoulder.
"I thought I knew you better Lord Aragorn, you of all people should know there is always hope, no matter what."
He looked up and gazed into her eyes, saw what hope she had in her, and beamed.
She took his hands in hers and washed away the blood and grime in a bowl of warm water, then wrapped them in clean bandages.
Eowyn whispered into his ear "If it would ease your nerves, I will join you in battle."
"Nay lady," he replied, "I do not doubt you a shield maiden, but you must comfort the women and children, for I fear they will lose many dear to them."
The Lady of Rohan nodded curtly, and to Aragorns surprise, she kissed his temple softly. He felt his worries drain from him instantly.
She rose, gave him a secure reassuring look and departed.
"We have yet to prevail," he said confidently, getting to his feet and began to prepare for battle. He doubted he would win, but by god would he show the enemy what the heir to the throne of Gondor was made of, before he fell.