Disclaimer:- I still don't own 'the lord of the rings' check back with me next time, I may own it by then.
Coolio02:- Yeah well you know me, I have to have them getting in to trouble at some point in my stories.
Queen Arwen:- Your a little scary arn't ya. Either next chapter or the one after, I promise there will be sweaty Aragorn sword fighting.
The Converted:- Well you see I am one of those anoying people who always seem to have energy. I get ideas throughout the day and write them down, then later I sit at the computer and it just kind of comes flowing out of me. It usually only takes about an hour to write each chapter, then later I go back and change a few things. That was very silly letting your muse run off to London, she is probably shacked up with Prince William, if I see her around I'll send her back.
Daisy:- Stop reading my mind! I had considered the Leggolas. But thats all I can tell you because otherwise it is giving too much away.
The Last Evenstar:- Thinking your in love at 11 is normal, trust me! Thank you for your review that was really nice what you said.
ME132:- Like mother, like daughter hay! They both need to be put in restraints. lol
Thank you Pernauriel, Natters, Cerridwen and pIrAtEs TrEaSuRe for your nice reviews.
In B-witched83uk's defence. I happen to think that back in the days of middle earth, sex before marriage was frowned upon, especially as Arwen was a Princess and a lady. I happen to think that she was a virgin on her wedding night because she sould not dishonour her family in such a way, also I think that Aragorn respected her and her father too much. I think that Aragorn must have slept with someone, maybe a villager or a maid. Oh and I also know that I can't spell ok.
Hope you enjoy this chapter.
Chapter 4
The army of Ohtarba
Aragorn watched his son sleeping, so at peace, so unaware of the horrors this world held. He was so lost in his own thoughts that he did not notice his wife enter the room.
"Why do you worry about things beyond your control?"
Aragorn tilted his head to look at her before returning his attention to Eldarion. Arwen came to stand beside him and rested her hand on his shoulder. "You must let him find his own path to the throne, he can not follow yours."
Aragorn sighed and placed his hand over hers. "I wish he could choose his own destiny, I know what it is to have one thrust upon you."
Arwen turned him to face her, her eyes suddenly showing her age and wisdom. "You are exactly where you want to be. In the end this is the life you chose, you chose to stop running." She turned back to her sleeping son and smiled with love and understanding. "You have reached your destination, he has still a way to go. The path is his to find, we will simply be there to light his way."
Arwen's words chased away Aragorn's fears for his son. She could always do that, make even the hardest decisions seem simple, make the toughest goal reachable. He placed his hands on her bare arms and moved her closer to him.
"My whole life I have been unsure of everything I was ever told, everything I was meant to be. Then you came to me like the most surreal dream and since that day I have been sure of one thing. You. Your light saved me from the darkness inside of me."
Arwen felt a tear begin to well in her eye, she swallowed hard and looked at the man she adored.
"We saved each other. I had lived for three thousand years, yet never did I truly feel alive, never did I truly know happiness, until I felt your touch."
He stroked the hair from her face before bringing his mouth softly to hers. She shuddered as his hand brushed over her pointed ear, making her melt in to his arms.
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The sun came streaming in through the kitchen window. Galadwen was sitting on the bottom step, that led up to the golden hall. She twisted a piece of ribbon in her hands, that she had taken from her hair, and watched the kitchen staff prepare lunch. She had befriended the old woman, that had worked for Theoden himself.
"Nella, did you ever marry?" Galadwen questioned the woman as she kneaded bread dough.
"Always asking questions miss Galadwen. Far too inquisitive for a Princess." She winked at the girl as she hitched up her stocking.
"Aye, I married. Though he has been dead now for many a year, rest his soul."
Galadwen stood up and walked to Nella's work station. "Have you ever felt a special bond with someone, something you could not explain?"
Nella laughed. "You know miss Galadwen, most girls your age talk about parties and fineries, rather then things like special bonds."
Galadwen rolled her eyes. "Well? Do you? I only ask because I… I mean my friend says that she feels one, a special bond that is."
Nella laughed again, crossing Galadwen. "Well then if your friend thinks she feels a special bond then I am sure that she does at that. "
Galadwen smiled and tore off a piece of the dough to fiddle with. "She will be happy to hear that."
Nella smiled as she noticed the sudden glow in the young Princesses eyes.
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The tombs of the dead warriors, from the great battle of Dagorlad, which saw the defeat of their lord Sauron in the year 3434 of the second age, were strewn about on the field of remembrance. Two hundred Orcs in scarlet, hooded robes formed a circle around the field. Moriksh was in the centre, standing on top of his father's tomb, holding a book, a dagger and a pendant. The pendant was a simple metal piece, in the shape of a goats head with horns.
The robed men held burning incense and chanted in a now dead language. The white haired woman was clutching her stones close to her chest, her hands grasping them tightly until they were nearly drawing blood. Moriksh took up the dagger and cut through the flesh on his left hand, letting it drip on to the pendant.
"Blood of my blood, I command thee to rise,
As the stars align and the moon shines high"
As soon as the words were out the earth beneath them started to tremble and the world shook. The hooded Orcs had just enough time to look at one another, with complete terror, before the very life was sucked from them. First their skin was torn from them, by unseen hands, in one fluid stroke, followed by their muscles and flesh until nought but limp bones crashed to the floor.
The life forces and the flesh whirled around the field in a bloody circle, a tornado of gore, before it was absorbed by the bodies in the graves. Slowly one by one the lids began to open and up sat the warriors of Ohtarba , zombie in mind, corpse in body and devil in spirit. Crowns were adorned by some, all dressed in the fineries they were buried in, that were now eaten and rotten. Slowly they came to stand before Moriksh and all dropped to their knees, their hands on their once beating hearts. The triumph on Moriksh's face was unmistakable as he lifted his hands above his hands and commanded the 'men' before him.
"Great warriors of Ohtarba, today we seek our revenge on the blood line that ended our reign. For thousands of years your bodies have been confined to the dirt, rotting, decaying, waiting. And who put you there? Men! We go to Rohan in search of the son of the man who eradicated our master and sentenced you to eternal darkness. This is the day we rectify our wrongs, this is the day we wage war against man!"
The decaying corpses cheered, and thrust what ever weapons they were buried with, up in to the air.
O the suspence, I don't know how you can handle it! Don't fret, I will update soon. Hope you liked this chapter, please review it and let me know what you thought. xxx
Coolio02:- Yeah well you know me, I have to have them getting in to trouble at some point in my stories.
Queen Arwen:- Your a little scary arn't ya. Either next chapter or the one after, I promise there will be sweaty Aragorn sword fighting.
The Converted:- Well you see I am one of those anoying people who always seem to have energy. I get ideas throughout the day and write them down, then later I sit at the computer and it just kind of comes flowing out of me. It usually only takes about an hour to write each chapter, then later I go back and change a few things. That was very silly letting your muse run off to London, she is probably shacked up with Prince William, if I see her around I'll send her back.
Daisy:- Stop reading my mind! I had considered the Leggolas. But thats all I can tell you because otherwise it is giving too much away.
The Last Evenstar:- Thinking your in love at 11 is normal, trust me! Thank you for your review that was really nice what you said.
ME132:- Like mother, like daughter hay! They both need to be put in restraints. lol
Thank you Pernauriel, Natters, Cerridwen and pIrAtEs TrEaSuRe for your nice reviews.
In B-witched83uk's defence. I happen to think that back in the days of middle earth, sex before marriage was frowned upon, especially as Arwen was a Princess and a lady. I happen to think that she was a virgin on her wedding night because she sould not dishonour her family in such a way, also I think that Aragorn respected her and her father too much. I think that Aragorn must have slept with someone, maybe a villager or a maid. Oh and I also know that I can't spell ok.
Hope you enjoy this chapter.
Chapter 4
The army of Ohtarba
Aragorn watched his son sleeping, so at peace, so unaware of the horrors this world held. He was so lost in his own thoughts that he did not notice his wife enter the room.
"Why do you worry about things beyond your control?"
Aragorn tilted his head to look at her before returning his attention to Eldarion. Arwen came to stand beside him and rested her hand on his shoulder. "You must let him find his own path to the throne, he can not follow yours."
Aragorn sighed and placed his hand over hers. "I wish he could choose his own destiny, I know what it is to have one thrust upon you."
Arwen turned him to face her, her eyes suddenly showing her age and wisdom. "You are exactly where you want to be. In the end this is the life you chose, you chose to stop running." She turned back to her sleeping son and smiled with love and understanding. "You have reached your destination, he has still a way to go. The path is his to find, we will simply be there to light his way."
Arwen's words chased away Aragorn's fears for his son. She could always do that, make even the hardest decisions seem simple, make the toughest goal reachable. He placed his hands on her bare arms and moved her closer to him.
"My whole life I have been unsure of everything I was ever told, everything I was meant to be. Then you came to me like the most surreal dream and since that day I have been sure of one thing. You. Your light saved me from the darkness inside of me."
Arwen felt a tear begin to well in her eye, she swallowed hard and looked at the man she adored.
"We saved each other. I had lived for three thousand years, yet never did I truly feel alive, never did I truly know happiness, until I felt your touch."
He stroked the hair from her face before bringing his mouth softly to hers. She shuddered as his hand brushed over her pointed ear, making her melt in to his arms.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The sun came streaming in through the kitchen window. Galadwen was sitting on the bottom step, that led up to the golden hall. She twisted a piece of ribbon in her hands, that she had taken from her hair, and watched the kitchen staff prepare lunch. She had befriended the old woman, that had worked for Theoden himself.
"Nella, did you ever marry?" Galadwen questioned the woman as she kneaded bread dough.
"Always asking questions miss Galadwen. Far too inquisitive for a Princess." She winked at the girl as she hitched up her stocking.
"Aye, I married. Though he has been dead now for many a year, rest his soul."
Galadwen stood up and walked to Nella's work station. "Have you ever felt a special bond with someone, something you could not explain?"
Nella laughed. "You know miss Galadwen, most girls your age talk about parties and fineries, rather then things like special bonds."
Galadwen rolled her eyes. "Well? Do you? I only ask because I… I mean my friend says that she feels one, a special bond that is."
Nella laughed again, crossing Galadwen. "Well then if your friend thinks she feels a special bond then I am sure that she does at that. "
Galadwen smiled and tore off a piece of the dough to fiddle with. "She will be happy to hear that."
Nella smiled as she noticed the sudden glow in the young Princesses eyes.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The tombs of the dead warriors, from the great battle of Dagorlad, which saw the defeat of their lord Sauron in the year 3434 of the second age, were strewn about on the field of remembrance. Two hundred Orcs in scarlet, hooded robes formed a circle around the field. Moriksh was in the centre, standing on top of his father's tomb, holding a book, a dagger and a pendant. The pendant was a simple metal piece, in the shape of a goats head with horns.
The robed men held burning incense and chanted in a now dead language. The white haired woman was clutching her stones close to her chest, her hands grasping them tightly until they were nearly drawing blood. Moriksh took up the dagger and cut through the flesh on his left hand, letting it drip on to the pendant.
"Blood of my blood, I command thee to rise,
As the stars align and the moon shines high"
As soon as the words were out the earth beneath them started to tremble and the world shook. The hooded Orcs had just enough time to look at one another, with complete terror, before the very life was sucked from them. First their skin was torn from them, by unseen hands, in one fluid stroke, followed by their muscles and flesh until nought but limp bones crashed to the floor.
The life forces and the flesh whirled around the field in a bloody circle, a tornado of gore, before it was absorbed by the bodies in the graves. Slowly one by one the lids began to open and up sat the warriors of Ohtarba , zombie in mind, corpse in body and devil in spirit. Crowns were adorned by some, all dressed in the fineries they were buried in, that were now eaten and rotten. Slowly they came to stand before Moriksh and all dropped to their knees, their hands on their once beating hearts. The triumph on Moriksh's face was unmistakable as he lifted his hands above his hands and commanded the 'men' before him.
"Great warriors of Ohtarba, today we seek our revenge on the blood line that ended our reign. For thousands of years your bodies have been confined to the dirt, rotting, decaying, waiting. And who put you there? Men! We go to Rohan in search of the son of the man who eradicated our master and sentenced you to eternal darkness. This is the day we rectify our wrongs, this is the day we wage war against man!"
The decaying corpses cheered, and thrust what ever weapons they were buried with, up in to the air.
O the suspence, I don't know how you can handle it! Don't fret, I will update soon. Hope you liked this chapter, please review it and let me know what you thought. xxx