Faramir stood, proudly overseeing the aftermath of the battle. The
orcs had attacked with Urak-hai. How They had been able to breed so many
without Gondor noticing was beyond the steward. Faramir had sent a runner
to Minas Tirith. He had a fleeting feeling that this was not going to be
the last attack the accursed Mordor scum would try. The battle had been too
short, the orcs had retreated too easily. But Faramir had lost good men.
The guard he had been talking to before the attack had fallen almost right
away.
"Lord Faramir! What should we do?" Captain Dereneth said. Faramir shook himself from his thoughts.
"Reinforce our forward walls. Make sure we are not caught unawares again. I want at least one more company of men up there." Faramir said, exerting his steward's authority.
"Another whole company lord? We already have nigh on 3,000 men there, just upon the front. We already have an entire battalion there!" Dereneth said, with a slight nervousness. Faramir smiled.
"You are the new captain of the 7th battalion, and Captain Deregond's younger brother, are you not?" Faramir asked, with a newfound gentleness. He spoke like an old man, which surprised the young captain.
"Y-yes," Dereneth stammered, "I replaced Noath, after he fell." Faramir put his hand on Dereneth's shoulder.
"Then tell your men to honor their fallen comrade. And yes, I want you to place another whole company of men upon the wall!" Faramir said, sending Dereneth off.
The next day, Faramir went to the walls. The men were ready, and in their positions. If there was another assault, Osgiliath would be ready. Then Faramir looked at Dereneth, and he was surprised to see the once young eager face, now much sterner, and it reminded Faramir of his brother, Deregond.
"Dereneth, report?" Faramir said. Dereneth looked at the steward.
"No news my lord. I don't see anything out there, and we have no alarming word." Then, as Dereneth finished, trumpets from Minas Tirith blew. The trumpets of Gondor, signaling The King Elessar's arrival.
Aragorn, ronein, and Faramir stood together. Aragorn had just finished his tale, and they were discussing their strategy.
"I trust your experience Faramir, but what if they have some way to cross the river, and get behind us?" Aragorn said.
"King Elessar, we will have a rear guard, and that will be enough, they cannot get enough orcs over the river in time to overwhelm our rear." Faramir said. The king nodded. Then the rear guards shouted.
"Riders coming from the west!" Aragorn ran to the rear wall, and seeing who the riders were, he shouted for the gate to opened.
"Legolas! Gimli!" aragorn shouted.
"Greetings mellon nin." Legolas said. Gimli grinned his great big grin, and hugged the king.
"It's been far too long, oh King." Gimli said, emphasizing the last word.
Soon all was set, and all were ready. Gimli and Ronein were in charge of the rear guard, and since they had never before met, they were exchanging stories.
"Then, he had the audacity to grab my beard! Can you believe that?" Gimli said, while Ronein laughed. Legolas had been with them, but he had been called to the front to survey the lands for the enemy. "Well my friend, we are going to be making a story of our own soon, let us hope we are both still here to remember it.
Soon a horn sounded from the east. The orcs were on the move. An Envoy from the orcs rode forth and spoke.
"I must peak to the King! Where is the King?" The black horseman said. Aragorn stood forth, and shouted down to the creature.
"I am the King! What is it that you want, you foul being?" The horseman laughed.
"Surrender! And we may show you mercy! There will be no triumph against my lord!" The Horseman said.
"Who are you? And who is your lord?" Aragorn challenged the rider, who laughed once more.
"I am a black numenorean! I am general of these armies! As for my lord! Well, you shall soon find out!" At that, the horseman turned and rode back to the orcs.
"Lord Faramir! What should we do?" Captain Dereneth said. Faramir shook himself from his thoughts.
"Reinforce our forward walls. Make sure we are not caught unawares again. I want at least one more company of men up there." Faramir said, exerting his steward's authority.
"Another whole company lord? We already have nigh on 3,000 men there, just upon the front. We already have an entire battalion there!" Dereneth said, with a slight nervousness. Faramir smiled.
"You are the new captain of the 7th battalion, and Captain Deregond's younger brother, are you not?" Faramir asked, with a newfound gentleness. He spoke like an old man, which surprised the young captain.
"Y-yes," Dereneth stammered, "I replaced Noath, after he fell." Faramir put his hand on Dereneth's shoulder.
"Then tell your men to honor their fallen comrade. And yes, I want you to place another whole company of men upon the wall!" Faramir said, sending Dereneth off.
The next day, Faramir went to the walls. The men were ready, and in their positions. If there was another assault, Osgiliath would be ready. Then Faramir looked at Dereneth, and he was surprised to see the once young eager face, now much sterner, and it reminded Faramir of his brother, Deregond.
"Dereneth, report?" Faramir said. Dereneth looked at the steward.
"No news my lord. I don't see anything out there, and we have no alarming word." Then, as Dereneth finished, trumpets from Minas Tirith blew. The trumpets of Gondor, signaling The King Elessar's arrival.
Aragorn, ronein, and Faramir stood together. Aragorn had just finished his tale, and they were discussing their strategy.
"I trust your experience Faramir, but what if they have some way to cross the river, and get behind us?" Aragorn said.
"King Elessar, we will have a rear guard, and that will be enough, they cannot get enough orcs over the river in time to overwhelm our rear." Faramir said. The king nodded. Then the rear guards shouted.
"Riders coming from the west!" Aragorn ran to the rear wall, and seeing who the riders were, he shouted for the gate to opened.
"Legolas! Gimli!" aragorn shouted.
"Greetings mellon nin." Legolas said. Gimli grinned his great big grin, and hugged the king.
"It's been far too long, oh King." Gimli said, emphasizing the last word.
Soon all was set, and all were ready. Gimli and Ronein were in charge of the rear guard, and since they had never before met, they were exchanging stories.
"Then, he had the audacity to grab my beard! Can you believe that?" Gimli said, while Ronein laughed. Legolas had been with them, but he had been called to the front to survey the lands for the enemy. "Well my friend, we are going to be making a story of our own soon, let us hope we are both still here to remember it.
Soon a horn sounded from the east. The orcs were on the move. An Envoy from the orcs rode forth and spoke.
"I must peak to the King! Where is the King?" The black horseman said. Aragorn stood forth, and shouted down to the creature.
"I am the King! What is it that you want, you foul being?" The horseman laughed.
"Surrender! And we may show you mercy! There will be no triumph against my lord!" The Horseman said.
"Who are you? And who is your lord?" Aragorn challenged the rider, who laughed once more.
"I am a black numenorean! I am general of these armies! As for my lord! Well, you shall soon find out!" At that, the horseman turned and rode back to the orcs.