Chapter 15: The Battle of the Plennor Fields
A/N: well for those who have been waiting here it is. R&R. Again, Tolkien's words have been barrowed for this is his world. And it is the best thing to be said. (Legolas's words to Gimli).
Never were the two able to speak so freely with each other until after the Battle of the Plennor Fields. When dawn came, Aragorn rose in haste, the journey, which he led, was of great haste and weariness. They rode hard that day and throughout the night. The next day was the day, which no dawn came. Much riding was done and a small amount of gathering folk-the Shadow Host grew as they went.
It was not until Pelargir that the ghosts of Men fulfilled their oath. There a fleet of evil waited to sail and send terror to Gondor. The Grey Company showed themselves to the all, and they were merely laughed at. All the enemy saw was the DĂșnedain, the Elves, and the Dwarf. Then, when the enemy was laughing, the Shadow Host was called forth sending fear into their hearts. The Host came to every ship anchored by shore or in the Harbor and sent their terror upon the Haradrim. In their fear they leaped off of ships, drowning themselves. When the Shadow Host returned to the shore, none were alive of the Haradrim.
That night the Company rested. But there was still much to be done. Slaves and captives were set free and there was a gathering of Men. This night many ships were made ready. In the morning, they left from port, manned by free men.
While they journeyed, Legolas turned to Gimli; he had felt his friend's dismay. "Up with your beard, Durin's son! For thus is it spoken: Oft hope is born, when all is forlorn."
Arway smiled near by for she had seen it too. And in the night, Gimli looked to his Elven friends. Legolas sat beside him resting his mind, but Arway was gone again. He scanned the ship until his eyes fell upon her familiar form. She stood with her face lifted skywards, like she was feeling a hidden breeze. Then she looked right at him. A smile was on her lips.
"Lift your heavy heart Master Dwarf, hope has returned anew. The wind changes, we shall arrive in Gondor in time."
Gimli gave her a curt nod. Still, after his second warning, he did not believe. It was not until later in the moonless night, when the sea crafty men of the Ethir spoke of a change in wind, that he believed. The wind did change. And the sails filled with the air from the sea.
A horn blew in the distance; the Elven could hear the noise of warfare. They were growing close. All could feel it. Even the sun awoke from its slumber to see this day.
Arway took her bow from her back and got used to its feel once more. She checked her sword and daggers, lastly her quiver. There were only enough arrows to defend the Men while they descended from the ship. As they grew closer, she arranged herself in a place where she could defend the men as best she could. Then, too soon, they arrived at the Battle of the Pelennor Fields.
Arway fitted an arrow to her bow. She had not glanced at the battle, not even from afar. When she looked up to find her first shot, the extent of the battle met her eyes. Then, seconds later, the bow was released, the arrow flew, and she entered the fight.
Hard and long this battle was. Arway soon ran out of arrows. She mounted her steed, unsheathed her sword, and followed Aragorn with the rest of the Company. Men did fall in the fighting. Some were meant to join the living once again, but did not; while others were meant to see their forefathers, Halbarad was such a man.
Arway looked up from the fighting and saw a precession entering Minas Tirith through the gateway. At the very end, she glimpsed a Hobbit. She was far from the fallen gate, a league or so away. Hurriedly she searched the fallen bodies of Orcs around her for her daggers and cleaned them. After finding her second dagger, she whistled for her horse. Every second she thought she was wasting time; there was a need to reach Minas Tirith quickly. The reason, she was not sure but haste was upon her. So great was it, that she did not have her horse slow as it came towards her but rather she was still pulling herself a top, after leaving the Orcs bodies behind. Once seated atop, she rode with speed no one had seen from this horse. Even in her haste, she was slowed down by a small pack of Uruk-hai that refused to fall.
At the gate, she leapt from Celeb's back telling him to stay. She trudged through the city; going to the only place she could think of, the House of Healing. As she went, those who saw her stared. Unusual it was to see an Elf in Gondor, but even more unusual was to see a she-Elf in armor. As she walked, the sun began its descent from the sky. When she entered the House of Healing there were still Men fighting on the fields before the city. With the blood red sunset, the battle would end.
***** A/N: Okay I feel bad because I haven't thanked any of my (kind hearted, polite, beautiful, large, big, whomping, gigantic, great in number, whole TWO reviewers) review so here I go thank you to Dancerljc and Wordless- Angel. Oh while I'm on the subject REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!
A/N: well for those who have been waiting here it is. R&R. Again, Tolkien's words have been barrowed for this is his world. And it is the best thing to be said. (Legolas's words to Gimli).
Never were the two able to speak so freely with each other until after the Battle of the Plennor Fields. When dawn came, Aragorn rose in haste, the journey, which he led, was of great haste and weariness. They rode hard that day and throughout the night. The next day was the day, which no dawn came. Much riding was done and a small amount of gathering folk-the Shadow Host grew as they went.
It was not until Pelargir that the ghosts of Men fulfilled their oath. There a fleet of evil waited to sail and send terror to Gondor. The Grey Company showed themselves to the all, and they were merely laughed at. All the enemy saw was the DĂșnedain, the Elves, and the Dwarf. Then, when the enemy was laughing, the Shadow Host was called forth sending fear into their hearts. The Host came to every ship anchored by shore or in the Harbor and sent their terror upon the Haradrim. In their fear they leaped off of ships, drowning themselves. When the Shadow Host returned to the shore, none were alive of the Haradrim.
That night the Company rested. But there was still much to be done. Slaves and captives were set free and there was a gathering of Men. This night many ships were made ready. In the morning, they left from port, manned by free men.
While they journeyed, Legolas turned to Gimli; he had felt his friend's dismay. "Up with your beard, Durin's son! For thus is it spoken: Oft hope is born, when all is forlorn."
Arway smiled near by for she had seen it too. And in the night, Gimli looked to his Elven friends. Legolas sat beside him resting his mind, but Arway was gone again. He scanned the ship until his eyes fell upon her familiar form. She stood with her face lifted skywards, like she was feeling a hidden breeze. Then she looked right at him. A smile was on her lips.
"Lift your heavy heart Master Dwarf, hope has returned anew. The wind changes, we shall arrive in Gondor in time."
Gimli gave her a curt nod. Still, after his second warning, he did not believe. It was not until later in the moonless night, when the sea crafty men of the Ethir spoke of a change in wind, that he believed. The wind did change. And the sails filled with the air from the sea.
A horn blew in the distance; the Elven could hear the noise of warfare. They were growing close. All could feel it. Even the sun awoke from its slumber to see this day.
Arway took her bow from her back and got used to its feel once more. She checked her sword and daggers, lastly her quiver. There were only enough arrows to defend the Men while they descended from the ship. As they grew closer, she arranged herself in a place where she could defend the men as best she could. Then, too soon, they arrived at the Battle of the Pelennor Fields.
Arway fitted an arrow to her bow. She had not glanced at the battle, not even from afar. When she looked up to find her first shot, the extent of the battle met her eyes. Then, seconds later, the bow was released, the arrow flew, and she entered the fight.
Hard and long this battle was. Arway soon ran out of arrows. She mounted her steed, unsheathed her sword, and followed Aragorn with the rest of the Company. Men did fall in the fighting. Some were meant to join the living once again, but did not; while others were meant to see their forefathers, Halbarad was such a man.
Arway looked up from the fighting and saw a precession entering Minas Tirith through the gateway. At the very end, she glimpsed a Hobbit. She was far from the fallen gate, a league or so away. Hurriedly she searched the fallen bodies of Orcs around her for her daggers and cleaned them. After finding her second dagger, she whistled for her horse. Every second she thought she was wasting time; there was a need to reach Minas Tirith quickly. The reason, she was not sure but haste was upon her. So great was it, that she did not have her horse slow as it came towards her but rather she was still pulling herself a top, after leaving the Orcs bodies behind. Once seated atop, she rode with speed no one had seen from this horse. Even in her haste, she was slowed down by a small pack of Uruk-hai that refused to fall.
At the gate, she leapt from Celeb's back telling him to stay. She trudged through the city; going to the only place she could think of, the House of Healing. As she went, those who saw her stared. Unusual it was to see an Elf in Gondor, but even more unusual was to see a she-Elf in armor. As she walked, the sun began its descent from the sky. When she entered the House of Healing there were still Men fighting on the fields before the city. With the blood red sunset, the battle would end.
***** A/N: Okay I feel bad because I haven't thanked any of my (kind hearted, polite, beautiful, large, big, whomping, gigantic, great in number, whole TWO reviewers) review so here I go thank you to Dancerljc and Wordless- Angel. Oh while I'm on the subject REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!
