A/N: Reviews are cool, I like them. No flames, I prefer constructive
criticism, thank you very much.
Aragorn paced back and forth in his room. Ronein had set out two days ago, clad in the armor of Gondor. Aragorn felt so helpless. His wife simply looked at him, not knowing what to say.
{I do not know what I should do. I should have gone myself. Maybe I should look in the palintir.} Aragorn said in the elfish tongue. Arwen shook her head and sighed. {Nay my love, just wait. It took the messenger two days alone to ride here.} Arwen said. {Besides, Ronein leads 2,000 men. It will take time. Do not worry so. Remember, he is called the Ranger of the Anduin for a reason.} She said. Aragorn sat upon the bed, and kissed her.
"I trust that you are right. I just hope Ronein arrives in time to be of any help." Aragorn finished.
Faramir walked up the stairs to the walls of Osgiliath. They had been rebuilding it into somewhat of a city-fortress. Faramir had received the news about Ureher last night. He wished that he could have been the one to attack the accursed orcs who had besieged Gondor's fortress. Although, Faramir reminded himself, it was as much Imrihil's fortress as it was Aragorn's. Faramir stopped in front of one of the guard-lookouts.
"Anything out there?" The Steward asked, referring to the lands the lay before them, and before the Shadow Mountains, before Mordor itself.
"Nay my lord. All is apparently well. I wonder if all those orcs that were gathering were the same ones that attacked Ureher?" The warrior asked. Faramir shook his head.
"I do not know, I do not know." Faramir replied. "But," he continued, "Ronein is fully cabable of leading the men, and saving Ureher."
Ronein had stopped. They were almost upon the orcs. He had 2,000 good men at his command. He ordered his archers to prepare for a volley, then they would all charge. Ronein Positioned himself where he could see what was going to happen when the arrows fell. He drew his sword, and raised it, giving the order to prepare to fire. He then swung his sword down, and as the arrows flew, he cried "charge!" And the men of Gondor began their mounted assault against the orcs.
When the men and the orc forces collided, the sound was enormous. The clash of shield and sword was deafening. Ronein clove his way through the orcs. He swung his sword and sliced many heads. He blocked the blows of some of his enemies, and then felled them in turn. All was going well, until Ronein discovered his folly. He had driven himself to far in, and was nearly surrounded. He fought as best he could, as his men cut their way through the dark creatures of Mordor. The Men of Ureher were launching volleys of arrows, in a near vain attempt to help the soldiers of Gondor. But Ronein was so lost in thought; he did not see the warg coming his way. It leapt up and knocked Ronein off his steed. And as the fell beast was about to attack once again, Ronein stuck his sword through its upper jaw. It fell to the ground. Then as orcs began to advance upon him, he stood up, and stabbed one orc through its chest. As Ronein pulled his sword from the gurgling orc, he blocked blow from another orc, and swept his sword under its legs, severing them. A goblin attempted to attack Ronein from behind, but he grabbed it by the neck, and threw it to the ground. He then put his sword through the goblin's neck.
Ronein battled his was through the orc legions. He needed to return to his men, before he was struck down. The captain of the 3rd battalion, Deregon, hewed the head of an orc right before Ronein. The Ranger of the Anduin had reunited with the men of Gondor. It seemed to Ronein that ever since Aragorn had been crowned King, the strength of the ancient Numenor had returned. For lo! The men were 2,000 strong, against the orcs who were nigh on 15,000 strong. And yet the men seemed to hold their own. But soon the men would exhaust their energy, and the number of orcs seemed to be limitless to the men.
"Men! Do not falter! We shall triumph! For Gondor!" Ronein cried. And the men were revitalized, if only for a short while. But soon some sort of creature appeared, and began to cleave its way through the men. It had killed many, and yet it seemed it had received no wound of its own. This creature was no mere orc, but an elite Urak-hai, strengthened by some sort of Dark magic. It brandished a great saber, and was cutting down man after man.
"You! Ranger! I have come to take your head!" It shouted at Ronein. Ronein punched an orc running at him, spinning the orc around, and with his sword, Ronien sliced the orc's throat. The Urak-hai growled, and pointed his saber at Ronein. It bounded straight for Ronein, and lifting its saber high, tried to cut Ronein in half. Ronein took a quick step back, and parried with his blade. Ronein put his foot forward, and swept his sword to try and hit the urak-hai. The Urak-hai blocked the attack, and tried to impale Ronein on the saber, but Ronein dodged the attack. Ronein again swept his sword, only this time; the blade slice through the Urak-hai's armor, and Ronein came back, cutting the stomach of the Urak-hai. Ronein the spun around, and stabbed his sword straight through the foul creature's chest. As Ronein withdrew his sword, the Urak-hai fell to the ground, and with its dying breath it delivered a harsh message.
"Foolish man! I am but a taste of the things to come! You and your race will fail, and we will conquer!" it shouted. Ronein looked in disgust, and returned the battle.
Night fell, and the battle was won. Many dead bodies lay upon the ground, men and orc alike. Ronein Sat upon a chair, next to Eregalh, his sister's husband. He was on the verge of death, but Ronein had summoned healers. Very soon after the arrival of the healers, a convoy bearing fresh supplies from Minas Tirith arrived. The men from Ureher cheered, for they had very dwindled supplies indeed.
Upon the return of Ronein and the 3rd battalion to Minas Tirith, disturbing news came. Ronein walked into the throne room, and seeing no one in the room except for the guards, he went to the garden, for that was one of the King's favorite places to be. There he found a healer picking some leaves of the athleas plant.. Ronein knew that these were only picked if someone were deathly ill. He asked the healer why she was picking the leaves.
"Have you not heard?" She muttered, "King Elessar is in an is ill, and he is near death!"
Aragorn paced back and forth in his room. Ronein had set out two days ago, clad in the armor of Gondor. Aragorn felt so helpless. His wife simply looked at him, not knowing what to say.
{I do not know what I should do. I should have gone myself. Maybe I should look in the palintir.} Aragorn said in the elfish tongue. Arwen shook her head and sighed. {Nay my love, just wait. It took the messenger two days alone to ride here.} Arwen said. {Besides, Ronein leads 2,000 men. It will take time. Do not worry so. Remember, he is called the Ranger of the Anduin for a reason.} She said. Aragorn sat upon the bed, and kissed her.
"I trust that you are right. I just hope Ronein arrives in time to be of any help." Aragorn finished.
Faramir walked up the stairs to the walls of Osgiliath. They had been rebuilding it into somewhat of a city-fortress. Faramir had received the news about Ureher last night. He wished that he could have been the one to attack the accursed orcs who had besieged Gondor's fortress. Although, Faramir reminded himself, it was as much Imrihil's fortress as it was Aragorn's. Faramir stopped in front of one of the guard-lookouts.
"Anything out there?" The Steward asked, referring to the lands the lay before them, and before the Shadow Mountains, before Mordor itself.
"Nay my lord. All is apparently well. I wonder if all those orcs that were gathering were the same ones that attacked Ureher?" The warrior asked. Faramir shook his head.
"I do not know, I do not know." Faramir replied. "But," he continued, "Ronein is fully cabable of leading the men, and saving Ureher."
Ronein had stopped. They were almost upon the orcs. He had 2,000 good men at his command. He ordered his archers to prepare for a volley, then they would all charge. Ronein Positioned himself where he could see what was going to happen when the arrows fell. He drew his sword, and raised it, giving the order to prepare to fire. He then swung his sword down, and as the arrows flew, he cried "charge!" And the men of Gondor began their mounted assault against the orcs.
When the men and the orc forces collided, the sound was enormous. The clash of shield and sword was deafening. Ronein clove his way through the orcs. He swung his sword and sliced many heads. He blocked the blows of some of his enemies, and then felled them in turn. All was going well, until Ronein discovered his folly. He had driven himself to far in, and was nearly surrounded. He fought as best he could, as his men cut their way through the dark creatures of Mordor. The Men of Ureher were launching volleys of arrows, in a near vain attempt to help the soldiers of Gondor. But Ronein was so lost in thought; he did not see the warg coming his way. It leapt up and knocked Ronein off his steed. And as the fell beast was about to attack once again, Ronein stuck his sword through its upper jaw. It fell to the ground. Then as orcs began to advance upon him, he stood up, and stabbed one orc through its chest. As Ronein pulled his sword from the gurgling orc, he blocked blow from another orc, and swept his sword under its legs, severing them. A goblin attempted to attack Ronein from behind, but he grabbed it by the neck, and threw it to the ground. He then put his sword through the goblin's neck.
Ronein battled his was through the orc legions. He needed to return to his men, before he was struck down. The captain of the 3rd battalion, Deregon, hewed the head of an orc right before Ronein. The Ranger of the Anduin had reunited with the men of Gondor. It seemed to Ronein that ever since Aragorn had been crowned King, the strength of the ancient Numenor had returned. For lo! The men were 2,000 strong, against the orcs who were nigh on 15,000 strong. And yet the men seemed to hold their own. But soon the men would exhaust their energy, and the number of orcs seemed to be limitless to the men.
"Men! Do not falter! We shall triumph! For Gondor!" Ronein cried. And the men were revitalized, if only for a short while. But soon some sort of creature appeared, and began to cleave its way through the men. It had killed many, and yet it seemed it had received no wound of its own. This creature was no mere orc, but an elite Urak-hai, strengthened by some sort of Dark magic. It brandished a great saber, and was cutting down man after man.
"You! Ranger! I have come to take your head!" It shouted at Ronein. Ronein punched an orc running at him, spinning the orc around, and with his sword, Ronien sliced the orc's throat. The Urak-hai growled, and pointed his saber at Ronein. It bounded straight for Ronein, and lifting its saber high, tried to cut Ronein in half. Ronein took a quick step back, and parried with his blade. Ronein put his foot forward, and swept his sword to try and hit the urak-hai. The Urak-hai blocked the attack, and tried to impale Ronein on the saber, but Ronein dodged the attack. Ronein again swept his sword, only this time; the blade slice through the Urak-hai's armor, and Ronein came back, cutting the stomach of the Urak-hai. Ronein the spun around, and stabbed his sword straight through the foul creature's chest. As Ronein withdrew his sword, the Urak-hai fell to the ground, and with its dying breath it delivered a harsh message.
"Foolish man! I am but a taste of the things to come! You and your race will fail, and we will conquer!" it shouted. Ronein looked in disgust, and returned the battle.
Night fell, and the battle was won. Many dead bodies lay upon the ground, men and orc alike. Ronein Sat upon a chair, next to Eregalh, his sister's husband. He was on the verge of death, but Ronein had summoned healers. Very soon after the arrival of the healers, a convoy bearing fresh supplies from Minas Tirith arrived. The men from Ureher cheered, for they had very dwindled supplies indeed.
Upon the return of Ronein and the 3rd battalion to Minas Tirith, disturbing news came. Ronein walked into the throne room, and seeing no one in the room except for the guards, he went to the garden, for that was one of the King's favorite places to be. There he found a healer picking some leaves of the athleas plant.. Ronein knew that these were only picked if someone were deathly ill. He asked the healer why she was picking the leaves.
"Have you not heard?" She muttered, "King Elessar is in an is ill, and he is near death!"