Suddenly Anarrima heard something, it sounded like fighting. Quickly she
jumped up of the ground and mounted Dimrost. The noise continued, it
sounded like it was coming from..... the banks of the river.
"Haldir!" She yelled riding back through the forest. "Haldir! Nad no ennas!"
Haldir dropped from the tree beside her, a look of concern in his eyes. "Anarrima, what is it?"
"There is fighting along the banks of the Anduin," she responded in haste, "I need to leave!"
"It is at least a day's journey to the Falls of Rauros, you will never catch them. And you have no provisions," Haldir argued.
"I can track them along the riverbank. They are sorely outnumbered!" She retaliated in anger. It was her biggest fear to think that those she cared for the most would be taken from her so quickly, and without such a fight from her.
Haldir thought for a moment. She was one of the Rangers, and her skills nearly surpassed his own. In her eyes he saw concern...... and fear. Though he needed her skill with the Galadhrim, he had no choice but to let her go.
"Ride hard, and do not stop," he said to her and gave her the last lembas he had stored away. "Namaarie, Anarrima."
"Thank you," she said then rode off toward the Anduin as dusk began to settle.
"May the Valar protect her," Haldir prayed as she disappeared through the woods.
The Uruk-hai came charging, the will of their master at their back. A fierce battle raged at Amon hen. "Get the Halflings!" they cried. They were vicious and terrible to behold.
Aragorn, who had found Frodo, knew he needed to keep the Halfling from harm, knelt before the hobbit, much as a king would.
"I would have gone with you to the end," Aragorn said as Frodo gripped the Ring, "to the very fires of Mordor."
"I know," the hobbit tucked the chain back under his overcoat. Both Frodo and Aragorn could see Sting glow bright blue.
"Go Frodo, leave now! Quickly!" Aragorn unsheathed his sword as Frodo gave one last look at the Ranger from the North. Very lordly he looked even now. Then the hobbit turned and ran to the hills of Amon hen.
The battle ensued, Aragorn bringing down each vile creature who threw itself at him. Soon Legolas and Gimli joined the fight. Each took care of their enemy in one swift blow. Suddenly a horn rang out clear and loud through the thicket. Boromir, the hobbits. Aragorn stormed through the enemy without hesitation, followed closely behind by Legolas and Gimli.
But despite Boromir's heroism to protect Merry and Pippin from capture, the young hobbits were taken by the enemy. Boromir, who had been driven mad by his lust for the Ring, died valiantly in battle. The Uruk-hai were gone now, gone to complete their errand. The one most important thing, is that Frodo and Sam escaped, continuing their long journey to the Mountain of Doom.
Boromir's body was placed in one of the elven boats, his sword upon his chest and his shied at his feet. Legolas placed the cloven Horn of Gondor on Boromir's body and released the burial boat down the Anduin, to where the human would remain forever. "Be at peace, son of Gondor."
On the bank the three stood, looking to the west. "We cannot leave Merry and Pippin to torment and death," Legolas spoke and looked into the eyes of Aragorn, "we will not give up on them this easily."
"You are right, my friend," Gimli replied holding his axe in hand, "we must finish our task."
"Then it is settled," Aragorn turned and sheathed his dagger. "Leave all that can be spared behind, we travel light. Let's hunt some orc!" He smiled at his companions and bolted off through the woods.
"Let's hunt!" Gimli yelled and ran after Aragorn, Legolas smiled and followed behind quickly.
"Haldir!" She yelled riding back through the forest. "Haldir! Nad no ennas!"
Haldir dropped from the tree beside her, a look of concern in his eyes. "Anarrima, what is it?"
"There is fighting along the banks of the Anduin," she responded in haste, "I need to leave!"
"It is at least a day's journey to the Falls of Rauros, you will never catch them. And you have no provisions," Haldir argued.
"I can track them along the riverbank. They are sorely outnumbered!" She retaliated in anger. It was her biggest fear to think that those she cared for the most would be taken from her so quickly, and without such a fight from her.
Haldir thought for a moment. She was one of the Rangers, and her skills nearly surpassed his own. In her eyes he saw concern...... and fear. Though he needed her skill with the Galadhrim, he had no choice but to let her go.
"Ride hard, and do not stop," he said to her and gave her the last lembas he had stored away. "Namaarie, Anarrima."
"Thank you," she said then rode off toward the Anduin as dusk began to settle.
"May the Valar protect her," Haldir prayed as she disappeared through the woods.
The Uruk-hai came charging, the will of their master at their back. A fierce battle raged at Amon hen. "Get the Halflings!" they cried. They were vicious and terrible to behold.
Aragorn, who had found Frodo, knew he needed to keep the Halfling from harm, knelt before the hobbit, much as a king would.
"I would have gone with you to the end," Aragorn said as Frodo gripped the Ring, "to the very fires of Mordor."
"I know," the hobbit tucked the chain back under his overcoat. Both Frodo and Aragorn could see Sting glow bright blue.
"Go Frodo, leave now! Quickly!" Aragorn unsheathed his sword as Frodo gave one last look at the Ranger from the North. Very lordly he looked even now. Then the hobbit turned and ran to the hills of Amon hen.
The battle ensued, Aragorn bringing down each vile creature who threw itself at him. Soon Legolas and Gimli joined the fight. Each took care of their enemy in one swift blow. Suddenly a horn rang out clear and loud through the thicket. Boromir, the hobbits. Aragorn stormed through the enemy without hesitation, followed closely behind by Legolas and Gimli.
But despite Boromir's heroism to protect Merry and Pippin from capture, the young hobbits were taken by the enemy. Boromir, who had been driven mad by his lust for the Ring, died valiantly in battle. The Uruk-hai were gone now, gone to complete their errand. The one most important thing, is that Frodo and Sam escaped, continuing their long journey to the Mountain of Doom.
Boromir's body was placed in one of the elven boats, his sword upon his chest and his shied at his feet. Legolas placed the cloven Horn of Gondor on Boromir's body and released the burial boat down the Anduin, to where the human would remain forever. "Be at peace, son of Gondor."
On the bank the three stood, looking to the west. "We cannot leave Merry and Pippin to torment and death," Legolas spoke and looked into the eyes of Aragorn, "we will not give up on them this easily."
"You are right, my friend," Gimli replied holding his axe in hand, "we must finish our task."
"Then it is settled," Aragorn turned and sheathed his dagger. "Leave all that can be spared behind, we travel light. Let's hunt some orc!" He smiled at his companions and bolted off through the woods.
"Let's hunt!" Gimli yelled and ran after Aragorn, Legolas smiled and followed behind quickly.
