Chapter Three
Prince Imrahil, King Eomer, King Elessar, and Erchirion rode ahead of the rest as they neared Dol Amroth. The army they had massed was an impressive one, fresh frmo battle with Sauron's servants, the Corsairs would be no match for them. After much discussion they had decided that Erchirion and Eomer would ride through into the city with a few men bringing the supplies that would be much needed in Dol Amroth.
Eomer had proved to be good company, he and Erchirion found they had much in common. The two men talked often, and laughed at stories of their trouble-making sisters. Eomer looked forward to meeting this infamous young lady who had caused so much trouble for her brothers and father. As the city came into view, Eomer called forward a group of his Riders to come into the city. Imrahil gave Erchirion instructions and notes he had written to each of his children. He then watched as his son and friend rode away down the hill towards his city, hoping they would not encounter trouble.
It was surprisingly quiet on the way towards the city. Eomer noted the signs of a great encampment and slaughters as they approached. The walls of Dol Amroth gleamed in the afternoon sun. Eomer turned his gaze a moment to the sea. He had never seen a sight so majestic as the waters sparkled with the light.
"Why do they not attack?" Erchirion muttered under his breath.
Eomer's attention was turned back to his companion. "They must know they have not the strength to challenge us. They have gone for re- enforcements I would imagine."
Erchirion nodded, "Then let us ride quickly." He said, urging his horse to go faster, followed by Eomer.
When they reached the gate, Eomer's stomach turned at the sight of the road lined with skulls upon pikes. He turned to his friend, "The work of the Corsairs?"
Erchirion nodded, "Aye." He then looked up and gave a great call, "Open the gate in the name of Prince Imrahil!" He shouted.
A great cry came from within, "Erchirion returns! Open the gates!" With a blast the gates opened and quickly the riders entered the city.
The stone streets seemed to echo with the sound of their horses as they followed Erchirion to the Tower. A few guards stood wearily at the gate and came to attention. Hunger could be seen in their eyes as they watched the grand men go through the city. They approached the Tower and two men came out, Eomer guessed these were Imrahil's other two sons.
"Erchirion! What news?" The taller of the two asked.
"A very polite way to greet our guests little brother!" Erchirion teased, dismounting his horse.
"I take it since you brought guests, you have found help?" The other brother, Elphir asked anxiously.
"Yes brother." Erchirion said, "Allow me to present Eomer, King of the Mark."
Eomer bowed respectfully, after dismounting his own steed. "A honor to meet the sons of Prince Imrahil."
Elphir nodded, "Father? Is he here?"
Erchirion nodded, "Yes, he is camped outside the city with a great host of men, one that the likes of which the Corsairs have never seen! Hope has come brother!"
"That is well." Elphir looked terribly relieved. "Come, let us sit and here tell of what goes on outside Dol Amroth. I am anxious for news."
However, a suddenly a great deal of shouting was heard below in the city. All eyes turned towards the sound and they waited a moment, listening.
A boy ran up the street from below, his eyes wide. "My Lord!" He shouted.
"What is it?" Elphir asked. "What has happened?"
"The people waiting in line for food have lost all order." He reported. "I free the Lady Lothiriel will be in danger."
All three of the men's faces paled. "Lothiriel!" Amrothos looked at his brothers. "I thought you told her she could not help deliver food anymore?"
Elphir nodded, "I did. It seems she did not listen."
"She never does." Erchirion grumbled, having already mounted his horse once more. "I will go calm the crowd."
"I will send for guards." Elphir said shakily.
"No time! I will go alone if I must." Erchirion gathered the reins.
"I will come with you." Eomer said, mounting his horse. "The two of us should be enough to calm this riot."
Erchirion nodded, and they took off into the heart of Dol Amroth. * * * * * * * * * *
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Prince Imrahil, King Eomer, King Elessar, and Erchirion rode ahead of the rest as they neared Dol Amroth. The army they had massed was an impressive one, fresh frmo battle with Sauron's servants, the Corsairs would be no match for them. After much discussion they had decided that Erchirion and Eomer would ride through into the city with a few men bringing the supplies that would be much needed in Dol Amroth.
Eomer had proved to be good company, he and Erchirion found they had much in common. The two men talked often, and laughed at stories of their trouble-making sisters. Eomer looked forward to meeting this infamous young lady who had caused so much trouble for her brothers and father. As the city came into view, Eomer called forward a group of his Riders to come into the city. Imrahil gave Erchirion instructions and notes he had written to each of his children. He then watched as his son and friend rode away down the hill towards his city, hoping they would not encounter trouble.
It was surprisingly quiet on the way towards the city. Eomer noted the signs of a great encampment and slaughters as they approached. The walls of Dol Amroth gleamed in the afternoon sun. Eomer turned his gaze a moment to the sea. He had never seen a sight so majestic as the waters sparkled with the light.
"Why do they not attack?" Erchirion muttered under his breath.
Eomer's attention was turned back to his companion. "They must know they have not the strength to challenge us. They have gone for re- enforcements I would imagine."
Erchirion nodded, "Then let us ride quickly." He said, urging his horse to go faster, followed by Eomer.
When they reached the gate, Eomer's stomach turned at the sight of the road lined with skulls upon pikes. He turned to his friend, "The work of the Corsairs?"
Erchirion nodded, "Aye." He then looked up and gave a great call, "Open the gate in the name of Prince Imrahil!" He shouted.
A great cry came from within, "Erchirion returns! Open the gates!" With a blast the gates opened and quickly the riders entered the city.
The stone streets seemed to echo with the sound of their horses as they followed Erchirion to the Tower. A few guards stood wearily at the gate and came to attention. Hunger could be seen in their eyes as they watched the grand men go through the city. They approached the Tower and two men came out, Eomer guessed these were Imrahil's other two sons.
"Erchirion! What news?" The taller of the two asked.
"A very polite way to greet our guests little brother!" Erchirion teased, dismounting his horse.
"I take it since you brought guests, you have found help?" The other brother, Elphir asked anxiously.
"Yes brother." Erchirion said, "Allow me to present Eomer, King of the Mark."
Eomer bowed respectfully, after dismounting his own steed. "A honor to meet the sons of Prince Imrahil."
Elphir nodded, "Father? Is he here?"
Erchirion nodded, "Yes, he is camped outside the city with a great host of men, one that the likes of which the Corsairs have never seen! Hope has come brother!"
"That is well." Elphir looked terribly relieved. "Come, let us sit and here tell of what goes on outside Dol Amroth. I am anxious for news."
However, a suddenly a great deal of shouting was heard below in the city. All eyes turned towards the sound and they waited a moment, listening.
A boy ran up the street from below, his eyes wide. "My Lord!" He shouted.
"What is it?" Elphir asked. "What has happened?"
"The people waiting in line for food have lost all order." He reported. "I free the Lady Lothiriel will be in danger."
All three of the men's faces paled. "Lothiriel!" Amrothos looked at his brothers. "I thought you told her she could not help deliver food anymore?"
Elphir nodded, "I did. It seems she did not listen."
"She never does." Erchirion grumbled, having already mounted his horse once more. "I will go calm the crowd."
"I will send for guards." Elphir said shakily.
"No time! I will go alone if I must." Erchirion gathered the reins.
"I will come with you." Eomer said, mounting his horse. "The two of us should be enough to calm this riot."
Erchirion nodded, and they took off into the heart of Dol Amroth. * * * * * * * * * *
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