~Hey, sorry I haven't updated in like, FOREVER! So, the story continues.
Yes, Lavender is still a brat. I have so much FUN with her like that! Tawny
and Rhia make their return! Yay! And of course, we cannot forget
Pineapple!~
When Aragorn found Lavender, she was sitting on the broken city wall, surveying the battlefield. Though the battle was long finished, bodies of orcs, men, and others slain littered the ground. She could pinpoint the exact spot she had been at when Merry and Eowyn killed the Ringwraith. Pineapple sat beside her, making tiny squeaking noises.
"Lavender," Aragorn said loudly. She jumped a bit.
"What do you want?" she snapped. "Come to make me feel worse?"
"Sadly, no. We need your help."
"With what? I'm worthless. Nobody needs me."
"They would if you didn't keep pushing them away, you know!"
Lavender turned her back on him and sat in silence.
"I'm sorry," Aragorn muttered. "But please, this is important. We are going to battle."
"We just got done with one."
"Do you know how many orcs there are in Mordor right now? Thousands! How is Frodo supposed to get to Mount Doom when there are thousands of orcs in his way?"
"I give up."
"We're going to the gates of Mordor. Hopefully, Sauron's eye will be fixed upon us rather than Frodo. We'll draw the orcs to the gates."
"And you are telling me this why?"
"Because.because I want you to fight." Aragorn hung his head. Lavender tilted her head sideways at him, wondering if he had hit his head.
"Wait.YOU want ME to fight? Are you sick or something?"
"We need as many men- er, soldiers as possible."
Lavender considered this a moment. "Count me in! Come on, Pineapple!" She dashed off, sword drawn. Aragorn shook his head and wondered what he had gotten himself into.
Lavender and Pippin stood side by side, having gotten over their argument, with the rest of the soldiers at the gates of Mordor.
"Pippin," Lavender whispered, so as not to interrupt Aragorn's speech to the men about bravery and 'It is not this day' and so forth. "If I die, you'll take care of Pineapple, won't you?"
"You're not going to die!"
"I hope not. But Merry still has my lucky necklace."
"Good luck, then?"
"Yes, good luck." They shook hands. Aragorn charged forward, followed by the rest of the men. Orcs swarmed in front all sides, and Lavender and Pippin were soon separated in the battle. Nothing entirely eventful happened, besides many decapitated orcs, until several cave trolls burst through the gates. Lavender screamed. The cave trolls had nearly destroyed Minas Tirith, and she herself had nearly been stepped on by them several times trying to get out of the way. To her horror, one of the cave trolls made his way directly to her. Instinctively, she threw up her sword to block the monstrous creature's blow. The strike was so heavy, however, that Lavender knew her sword wouldn't survive another. She tried to dive around behind it as it went to strike again. The cave troll stuck its leg in the way, trapping Lavender between it and the rest of the battle. She looked around for a way to escape, but found none, short of charging straight into a bunch of swords. The troll raised its club. Lavender tried to think if something to do, but could find nothing. Whichever way she went, she was going to die. There was no way out. She closed her eyes and waited for it. At the last second, she felt herself being pulled out of the way of the club, between several soldiers and out of harm's way. She opened her eyes to see.Tawny!
~Okay, I decided to end it here, just for some suspense. Don't hate me! More is coming soon!~
When Aragorn found Lavender, she was sitting on the broken city wall, surveying the battlefield. Though the battle was long finished, bodies of orcs, men, and others slain littered the ground. She could pinpoint the exact spot she had been at when Merry and Eowyn killed the Ringwraith. Pineapple sat beside her, making tiny squeaking noises.
"Lavender," Aragorn said loudly. She jumped a bit.
"What do you want?" she snapped. "Come to make me feel worse?"
"Sadly, no. We need your help."
"With what? I'm worthless. Nobody needs me."
"They would if you didn't keep pushing them away, you know!"
Lavender turned her back on him and sat in silence.
"I'm sorry," Aragorn muttered. "But please, this is important. We are going to battle."
"We just got done with one."
"Do you know how many orcs there are in Mordor right now? Thousands! How is Frodo supposed to get to Mount Doom when there are thousands of orcs in his way?"
"I give up."
"We're going to the gates of Mordor. Hopefully, Sauron's eye will be fixed upon us rather than Frodo. We'll draw the orcs to the gates."
"And you are telling me this why?"
"Because.because I want you to fight." Aragorn hung his head. Lavender tilted her head sideways at him, wondering if he had hit his head.
"Wait.YOU want ME to fight? Are you sick or something?"
"We need as many men- er, soldiers as possible."
Lavender considered this a moment. "Count me in! Come on, Pineapple!" She dashed off, sword drawn. Aragorn shook his head and wondered what he had gotten himself into.
Lavender and Pippin stood side by side, having gotten over their argument, with the rest of the soldiers at the gates of Mordor.
"Pippin," Lavender whispered, so as not to interrupt Aragorn's speech to the men about bravery and 'It is not this day' and so forth. "If I die, you'll take care of Pineapple, won't you?"
"You're not going to die!"
"I hope not. But Merry still has my lucky necklace."
"Good luck, then?"
"Yes, good luck." They shook hands. Aragorn charged forward, followed by the rest of the men. Orcs swarmed in front all sides, and Lavender and Pippin were soon separated in the battle. Nothing entirely eventful happened, besides many decapitated orcs, until several cave trolls burst through the gates. Lavender screamed. The cave trolls had nearly destroyed Minas Tirith, and she herself had nearly been stepped on by them several times trying to get out of the way. To her horror, one of the cave trolls made his way directly to her. Instinctively, she threw up her sword to block the monstrous creature's blow. The strike was so heavy, however, that Lavender knew her sword wouldn't survive another. She tried to dive around behind it as it went to strike again. The cave troll stuck its leg in the way, trapping Lavender between it and the rest of the battle. She looked around for a way to escape, but found none, short of charging straight into a bunch of swords. The troll raised its club. Lavender tried to think if something to do, but could find nothing. Whichever way she went, she was going to die. There was no way out. She closed her eyes and waited for it. At the last second, she felt herself being pulled out of the way of the club, between several soldiers and out of harm's way. She opened her eyes to see.Tawny!
~Okay, I decided to end it here, just for some suspense. Don't hate me! More is coming soon!~