Part 50
Eomer, Gimli, and Theoden waited anxiously. They waited at the head of the army for Aragorn to appear so that they might proceed to approach Isengard. And each of them knew he would either return to them in the company of the Elf or carrying his body.
The wind swept down upon them and the sky was downcast by threateningly heavy clouds. The sun was no where to be seen, but a pale crimson light shone through the clouds at the horizon. The horses wavered beneath them,patient in waiting.
Their eyes caught a silhouette approaching them and saw that it was Aragorn. And the eyes of the Dwarf sparked when he saw the ranger was not alone. Legolas followed briskly behind him and Gimli recognized the gray Elven cloak upon him. He breathed a sigh of relief as he saw the Elf was unharmed and sensed Eomer slightly relax beside him.
" It does me well to see you two together again ",Theoden said as Aragorn and Legolas drew near.
And indeed, it was good to behold the two best friends in each other's company once more.
" How do you fare, Master Elf ?" Eomer inquired.
" Well enough to help you hunt Orc ", he answered almost whimsically.
Gimli chuckled heartily at this comment as the Elf lightly swung himself up upon Arod. Aragorn grinned to himself as he mounted Hasufel.
" Well, then, let's get it on with it ", the Dwarf exclaimed anxiously.
Theoden rode ahead of them first and they followed, leading the army of men. They still had a considerable amount of plain to cover but Isengard was well in sight. Legolas advanced ahead of Theoden, seeking Saruman's tower with his sharp Elven sight.
" They're waiting ", he said to the king of Rohan as he rode hard upon Arod.
Not too far from Isengard, they stopped. And indeed, the army of Uruk Hai surrounded Isengard defensively and their numbers were bewildering. All three men, the Elven prince, and the Dwarf stared harshly at their enemy. They were clearly outnumbered. But perhaps the luck they had at Helm's Deep had not yet run out.
Aragorn tossed Legolas' vambraces at the Elf, who caught them gratefully. The man called to another, who brought the prince's shoulder guards and weapons, as well as a shirt of chain mail.
Legolas accepted them and let the cloak fall from his shoulders. He slipped the cold metal armor over his head, bound his shoulders in the dark leather guards, and fastened his gauntlets to his forearms. Now he looked the warrior he truly was, though not the deadly assassin he was trained to be. That was something you could not tell about the prince unless you had the misfortune of finding out by his choice.
Legolas slung his quiver at his back,as well as fastened his knives and bow there. He had also been brought a sword from the armory of Helm's Deep. He drew the sword from its scabbard and gazed coldly at the Uruk Hai awaiting him. Aragorn, Eomer, and Theoden did the same beside him and Gimli gripped his ax in his hand.
They did not fear those beasts that awaited them. They would meet them together, and so the righteous would slay the wicked. And no man, no matter his race or his past or even his future, would stand alone. Nay, for it was the same equal enemy that every race shared. And despite their differences, it was theirs to face. Together.
Eomer, Gimli, and Theoden waited anxiously. They waited at the head of the army for Aragorn to appear so that they might proceed to approach Isengard. And each of them knew he would either return to them in the company of the Elf or carrying his body.
The wind swept down upon them and the sky was downcast by threateningly heavy clouds. The sun was no where to be seen, but a pale crimson light shone through the clouds at the horizon. The horses wavered beneath them,patient in waiting.
Their eyes caught a silhouette approaching them and saw that it was Aragorn. And the eyes of the Dwarf sparked when he saw the ranger was not alone. Legolas followed briskly behind him and Gimli recognized the gray Elven cloak upon him. He breathed a sigh of relief as he saw the Elf was unharmed and sensed Eomer slightly relax beside him.
" It does me well to see you two together again ",Theoden said as Aragorn and Legolas drew near.
And indeed, it was good to behold the two best friends in each other's company once more.
" How do you fare, Master Elf ?" Eomer inquired.
" Well enough to help you hunt Orc ", he answered almost whimsically.
Gimli chuckled heartily at this comment as the Elf lightly swung himself up upon Arod. Aragorn grinned to himself as he mounted Hasufel.
" Well, then, let's get it on with it ", the Dwarf exclaimed anxiously.
Theoden rode ahead of them first and they followed, leading the army of men. They still had a considerable amount of plain to cover but Isengard was well in sight. Legolas advanced ahead of Theoden, seeking Saruman's tower with his sharp Elven sight.
" They're waiting ", he said to the king of Rohan as he rode hard upon Arod.
Not too far from Isengard, they stopped. And indeed, the army of Uruk Hai surrounded Isengard defensively and their numbers were bewildering. All three men, the Elven prince, and the Dwarf stared harshly at their enemy. They were clearly outnumbered. But perhaps the luck they had at Helm's Deep had not yet run out.
Aragorn tossed Legolas' vambraces at the Elf, who caught them gratefully. The man called to another, who brought the prince's shoulder guards and weapons, as well as a shirt of chain mail.
Legolas accepted them and let the cloak fall from his shoulders. He slipped the cold metal armor over his head, bound his shoulders in the dark leather guards, and fastened his gauntlets to his forearms. Now he looked the warrior he truly was, though not the deadly assassin he was trained to be. That was something you could not tell about the prince unless you had the misfortune of finding out by his choice.
Legolas slung his quiver at his back,as well as fastened his knives and bow there. He had also been brought a sword from the armory of Helm's Deep. He drew the sword from its scabbard and gazed coldly at the Uruk Hai awaiting him. Aragorn, Eomer, and Theoden did the same beside him and Gimli gripped his ax in his hand.
They did not fear those beasts that awaited them. They would meet them together, and so the righteous would slay the wicked. And no man, no matter his race or his past or even his future, would stand alone. Nay, for it was the same equal enemy that every race shared. And despite their differences, it was theirs to face. Together.
