Chapter Three : The Path of War
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He headed to the library, to find when he got there Wendelin reading, a big, dusty book silently in the corner and no one else in the gigantic room.
She looked up from her book when she heard the door open, she stood setting the book aside and revealing she had changed into a light green dress. Narthaniel approached her, and he took her hand kissing it then looking up at her. She stared at the floor solemnly, then lifted her eyes to his and spoke.
"Narthaniel, make sure that they can handle themselves during battle, I know you are the best fighter out of the nine, and it's why I ask you to watch out for them. For I fear for their safety, though I fear for yours too, I have no doubt you will prove your valor and courage for what will be more than your share in battle."
"Wendelin, out of the hundreds of years we have been married I have never heard such concern in your voice. We out number them, almost two to one we have better chances than you think."
"Yes, outnumber them we do, but I sense something Narthaniel, something I have never felt before. When I first laid my eyes on that host, I felt a great evil." She said a panic rising in her voice. "Narthaniel, Sauron's wrath will be terrible."
"He lost all his power many ages ago…"
"How do you know for sure?…" She paused when Narthaniel did not answer. "Will you please stay safe for me?"
"Yes." He said taking her hand. "It's not going to be like last time, we have a better chance to prepare though they come early morn. I suppose we will all come out unscathed, though the host is strong, we are stronger. I promise you this."
"Very well." She looked up at the door as it creaked open and the rest of the company that Narthaniel had left came in. "Looks like they found you."
"Narthaniel! We must be off!" Legolas said hurriedly.
"Well, it's not like they should expect otherwise." He said a smile coming to his face, he kissed her hand.
"Namarie (Farewell) Wendelin, whether it be in the spirit world or in reality, we shall see each other again."
"That's not humorous."
"Nor did I mean it to be." He smiled then turned and walked towards the rest of the Company, who laughed and waved a farewell to Wendelin who calmly waved back.
"Namarie (Farewell)," she whispered softly.
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They had been walking for days, and now they were almost to battle, Sauron's wrath over Mirkwood would be terrible and swift. They would burn down the forest and kill every elf. No survivors, no prisoners. They had ruthless, merciless minds, and had no concern for any other living being. They destroyed everything that got in their way and Eru help the poor soul that crossed a Mordor Orc.
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The company mounted their horses in the stables and rode out, the glow of the army they had brought together made it almost day under the deep darkness of the forest. Legolas looked kingly as he rode at the head of ten-thousand elves, at his father's side. Wendelin looked out from the front hall as the army left, and sighed deeply as she watched her friends disappear in the distance. She turned back into the hall and walked silently to her room. She lay down, her eyes open and staring at the fire in the hearth.
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Narthaniel looked calmly ahead, saying nothing, not even when others were spoke to him, they moved slowly so the soldiers on foot could keep up. As they got closer to the end of the forest they heard horns. Foul sounds made by the creatures so evil that hell itself spat them back out. Legolas looked at Narthaniel, then at Thranduil, who was alike to Narthaniel looking calmly ahead. He kept his gaze on his father for a short while, then shifted to the rest of his company, they looked glum. He could tell they were not prepared for battle.
They reached the edge of the forest and the glow died slightly, the army was great, one that covered almost a league, twenty deep. They all stood still, and calm not making even the slightest of movements, they stood and waited. They waited for the host to arrive, they were not far now, and the glow of the torchlight burned through the darkness. The stench of Mordor reeked off these foul creatures, their hideous babble and roars heard in the distance.
The sky now was a dark mixture of blue and red, like battling weathers, of good and evil. The low clouds paved the ground with mist. Legolas looked upon the host with disgust, his eyes narrowing and his hand resting on the hilt of his sword.
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