Disclaimer:- I still do not own 'The lord of the Rings' I do however own a copy of all three books and both the movies, so in a way I do own my own little peice of Middle Earth. I have a small stretch of land that Tolkein sold me, it is just outside of Rivendell and has a beautiful view, it is also good for breeding Oliphants and Balrogs.
No money is made from this, I do it all for the love of my reveiwers.
ME132:- Bring on swaety, wet Aragorn. Yeha! If I was Galadwen's parents I would have her handcuffed to my wrist at all times.
The Last Evenstar:- It almost makes you feel patriotic doesn't it, except patriotic for a country that doesn't exist, not our own ones.
Natters:- The vambraces thing just came to me, I was like hmm what can he give him? I'm glad you liked the speech and I'm glad I didn't give you a head ache.
The Converted:- Well at least you have your priorities right, reading my story is far more important then getting good grades. I don't mind the anoying questions, I do how ever feel it is my dutie to point out that *Riding Karl* can be taken so many ways, less innocent ways.
Coolio02:- I explain Faramir's dream a bit better in this chapter. I re-posted a chapter of mine, and I'm pretty sure that non of the reviews got lost, but I can't be sure, sorry.
Queen Arwen:- I'm glad you liked the last chapter. Aragorn is always brave, that is part of what makes him so hot!
Angel of the Night Watchers:- She went to him in a dream and shew him the army of Ohtarba, and told him they needed his help. I thought that people would get that, but no one did, so my bad. I explain it in this chapter a bit better, I hope.
Thank you Daisy, ark and Cerridwen-Evereven for you reviews, I hope you enjoy this chapter.
Chapter 6
So it begins
Eowyn held on to her husband's hand tightly, as they stood in the royal stables. "I can fight." Faramir really did not need this right now, he did not have time to reassure his wife, Elesser needed him, and he needed him now.
"I know how capable you are, but you can not come, not this time." His words were stern and cold as he tied his satchel to his horse. The instant the words came out, more harsh then authoritative as he had intended, he cringed from the knowledge of how hurt his wife would be.
He turned slowly and took her face in his hands, and with a look he told her just how important it was that he reach Rohan in time, just how many lives depended on him at this moment. She nodded, understanding, and handed him his sword.
"When Arwen came to you, in your dream, it was serious wasn't it? Those things she showed you, they are mighty foes?"
He instantly picked up the fear in her voice and leant forward to kiss her quickly, with no words to comfort her. "We are mightier."
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In an underground room, beneath the golden hall of Meduseld, Arwen stood gripping the pendant that hung around her neck. The large room was filled with women and children, are silent, all afraid. She looked toward her three daughters, huddled together from cold, and prayed to the Valar that Faramir had understood how desperately he was needed. She was thankful, at least, that Legolas and Gimli were staying in Minas Tirith, and would be accompanying him.
She, absentmindedly, ran her finger up and down, over the Evenstar, that Aragorn had given back to her, moments before he rode out to war.
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*Flashback*
"I thought these goodbyes of ours were long since past" Arwen looked down at the ground, reliving all the times before, when he had gone of to fight. They were standing in the hall, men all around them running to and fro.
Aragorn ran his hand down over her ear, to her face. He slid his other hand under her chin, forcing her eyes to lock with his, and tried to reassure her.
"I have never not come back to you." He kissed her gently, his lips melding with hers, before he turned swiftly and walked away, trying to mask the fear in his eyes.
"Estel." She called after him, making him turn in his tracks. "Do not let this be the exception."
He stood still, gazing at the woman he loved and walked back to her, sliding his fingers to the clasp of the Evenstar pendent, she had given to him many years ago.
He removed the pendent and placed it around her neck, stopping to glide his fingers over it. "I will be coming back for this, let it comfort you now as once it did." He bowed his head slightly and moved away from her once more. She watched after him, as his hand slid from her grasp to the sword of war.
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"Naneth, we will be alright, wont we?" Celebriel hitched up her dress as she sat back down on the floor, her eyes never once leaving her mothers.
"I hope so" she clasped the pendent so tightly that it nearly drew blood. "I truly hope so."
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King Elesser's men stood still, listening to the drumming, as it got closer and closer. The night had arrived and brought with it a sinister darkness. The rain, that had begun a few hours earlier, pelted down, drenching the men.
The phantoms were in sight now, and marching towards them with speed. Aragorn held the line, pacing back and forth. Eldarion stood beside an old man, clutching his sword tightly.
Once the dead army were in range, they stopped. A face off now stood, between men and men that once were. At the front of their line was Moriksh, commander of the army of Ohtarba, a cruel glint in his eye.
Aragorn licked the rain from his lips, and ran a hand over his eyes. His hair was wavy and dark from the wet and sweat gathered at his hair line. He looked more like the ranger he once was then the King he was now.
What seemed like hours, but was more like ten minutes, passed with nought but silence, the two warring parties staring each other down. The army of Ohtarba having something unnatural on their side, the army of men having courage and great leadership on theirs. Finally Aragorn lifted Anduril in to the air and shouted to his men. "Now for Rohan, now for Gondor and the race of men. Fire!"
Arrows shot over his head, to the phantoms opposite them. In return arrows were fired back, hitting the old man standing beside Eldarion. The brave, young Prince crouched to the floor and pulled out the arrow, that had pierced the old man's heart.
With a look of pure hatred, Eldarion rested the bloodied arrow against his bow and let it go, ripping through the air, and embedding itself in the head of one of the phantoms. Aragorn noticed that even wounds to the head or heart was not killing the already dead men. A look of determination washed over him as he thought to himself, that he would just have to take them apart, one piece at a time, their bones piling up on the field. He thrust his sword forward and yelled "Charge!"
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The old witch, better known as Kuruni, tied a young girls wrists to the wall. Her make shift dungeon stank of death, and made the girl feel sick.
"What do you want with me?" She cried as the old woman begun to move things around on a table. She gathered her stones up and threw them on the floor. She studied them carefully, looking at them from different angles. What she saw in the stones, caused a wicked smile to form, frightening the young girl even more so.
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Aragorn ran at the corpse, slashing his sword through the air as he went. He swung round and cut off one of the phantom's arms, it fell to the floor, now nothing but decaying bone. Beside him he could hear his son, grunting as he struggled to fight against one of the foul creatures. He slashed Anduril right through it's boney neck and went to help his son.
"I have it." Eldarion yelled at Aragorn, a determination and strength that Aragorn had never seen now in him. He looked at his son and waited a moment.
"I said I have it." He said angrily as he thrust his Elven blade up in to the beings eye socket, part of it crumbling to the floor. Aragorn nodded and placed his hand on his son's shoulder before swinging round and slashing in to the nearest walking carcase.
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Arwen opened her eyes and looked around the room. She felt strange, as though some great evil had defiled this place. She hadn't even realised she was sleeping until she awoke. Looking round at all the others, all of them asleep, dead to the world, she begun to panic. It was by nothing natural that all these people would find sleep in such a state of fear. She walked over to her daughters and gently shock Celebriel awake.
The little girl opened her eyes, groggily, and looked at her mother. She got to her feet, as the others, too, begun to stir. "What happened?"
Arwen looked around her again, noting the confused expressions on everyone's face.
"I do not know." She picked Luthien up from the floor and held her tightly. Her brow knotted as only then did she regain all of her wits, only then did she realise what had happened.
"Where is Galadwen?"
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Kuruni placed her stones, one by one, in a line on the far table. She picked up a golden cup, and filled it to the brim with some odd smelling liquid. She placed the skin of a snake around her shoulders and walked over to the young girl, still tied to the wall.
"What do you want with me?" She screamed as Kuruni walked with ill menace.
She brandished a dagger from behind her robes and brought it dangerously close to the girls throat. "I think the question should be what do I want from you."
Bad Kuruni! Bad Kuruni! Arn't we all missing Astald, Calen and Silmai? No, oh well, thats just me then. Hope you liked this chapter, it shouldn't take so long to write the next one. Please review, I think I may be addicted to them.
No money is made from this, I do it all for the love of my reveiwers.
ME132:- Bring on swaety, wet Aragorn. Yeha! If I was Galadwen's parents I would have her handcuffed to my wrist at all times.
The Last Evenstar:- It almost makes you feel patriotic doesn't it, except patriotic for a country that doesn't exist, not our own ones.
Natters:- The vambraces thing just came to me, I was like hmm what can he give him? I'm glad you liked the speech and I'm glad I didn't give you a head ache.
The Converted:- Well at least you have your priorities right, reading my story is far more important then getting good grades. I don't mind the anoying questions, I do how ever feel it is my dutie to point out that *Riding Karl* can be taken so many ways, less innocent ways.
Coolio02:- I explain Faramir's dream a bit better in this chapter. I re-posted a chapter of mine, and I'm pretty sure that non of the reviews got lost, but I can't be sure, sorry.
Queen Arwen:- I'm glad you liked the last chapter. Aragorn is always brave, that is part of what makes him so hot!
Angel of the Night Watchers:- She went to him in a dream and shew him the army of Ohtarba, and told him they needed his help. I thought that people would get that, but no one did, so my bad. I explain it in this chapter a bit better, I hope.
Thank you Daisy, ark and Cerridwen-Evereven for you reviews, I hope you enjoy this chapter.
Chapter 6
So it begins
Eowyn held on to her husband's hand tightly, as they stood in the royal stables. "I can fight." Faramir really did not need this right now, he did not have time to reassure his wife, Elesser needed him, and he needed him now.
"I know how capable you are, but you can not come, not this time." His words were stern and cold as he tied his satchel to his horse. The instant the words came out, more harsh then authoritative as he had intended, he cringed from the knowledge of how hurt his wife would be.
He turned slowly and took her face in his hands, and with a look he told her just how important it was that he reach Rohan in time, just how many lives depended on him at this moment. She nodded, understanding, and handed him his sword.
"When Arwen came to you, in your dream, it was serious wasn't it? Those things she showed you, they are mighty foes?"
He instantly picked up the fear in her voice and leant forward to kiss her quickly, with no words to comfort her. "We are mightier."
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In an underground room, beneath the golden hall of Meduseld, Arwen stood gripping the pendant that hung around her neck. The large room was filled with women and children, are silent, all afraid. She looked toward her three daughters, huddled together from cold, and prayed to the Valar that Faramir had understood how desperately he was needed. She was thankful, at least, that Legolas and Gimli were staying in Minas Tirith, and would be accompanying him.
She, absentmindedly, ran her finger up and down, over the Evenstar, that Aragorn had given back to her, moments before he rode out to war.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
*Flashback*
"I thought these goodbyes of ours were long since past" Arwen looked down at the ground, reliving all the times before, when he had gone of to fight. They were standing in the hall, men all around them running to and fro.
Aragorn ran his hand down over her ear, to her face. He slid his other hand under her chin, forcing her eyes to lock with his, and tried to reassure her.
"I have never not come back to you." He kissed her gently, his lips melding with hers, before he turned swiftly and walked away, trying to mask the fear in his eyes.
"Estel." She called after him, making him turn in his tracks. "Do not let this be the exception."
He stood still, gazing at the woman he loved and walked back to her, sliding his fingers to the clasp of the Evenstar pendent, she had given to him many years ago.
He removed the pendent and placed it around her neck, stopping to glide his fingers over it. "I will be coming back for this, let it comfort you now as once it did." He bowed his head slightly and moved away from her once more. She watched after him, as his hand slid from her grasp to the sword of war.
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"Naneth, we will be alright, wont we?" Celebriel hitched up her dress as she sat back down on the floor, her eyes never once leaving her mothers.
"I hope so" she clasped the pendent so tightly that it nearly drew blood. "I truly hope so."
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King Elesser's men stood still, listening to the drumming, as it got closer and closer. The night had arrived and brought with it a sinister darkness. The rain, that had begun a few hours earlier, pelted down, drenching the men.
The phantoms were in sight now, and marching towards them with speed. Aragorn held the line, pacing back and forth. Eldarion stood beside an old man, clutching his sword tightly.
Once the dead army were in range, they stopped. A face off now stood, between men and men that once were. At the front of their line was Moriksh, commander of the army of Ohtarba, a cruel glint in his eye.
Aragorn licked the rain from his lips, and ran a hand over his eyes. His hair was wavy and dark from the wet and sweat gathered at his hair line. He looked more like the ranger he once was then the King he was now.
What seemed like hours, but was more like ten minutes, passed with nought but silence, the two warring parties staring each other down. The army of Ohtarba having something unnatural on their side, the army of men having courage and great leadership on theirs. Finally Aragorn lifted Anduril in to the air and shouted to his men. "Now for Rohan, now for Gondor and the race of men. Fire!"
Arrows shot over his head, to the phantoms opposite them. In return arrows were fired back, hitting the old man standing beside Eldarion. The brave, young Prince crouched to the floor and pulled out the arrow, that had pierced the old man's heart.
With a look of pure hatred, Eldarion rested the bloodied arrow against his bow and let it go, ripping through the air, and embedding itself in the head of one of the phantoms. Aragorn noticed that even wounds to the head or heart was not killing the already dead men. A look of determination washed over him as he thought to himself, that he would just have to take them apart, one piece at a time, their bones piling up on the field. He thrust his sword forward and yelled "Charge!"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
The old witch, better known as Kuruni, tied a young girls wrists to the wall. Her make shift dungeon stank of death, and made the girl feel sick.
"What do you want with me?" She cried as the old woman begun to move things around on a table. She gathered her stones up and threw them on the floor. She studied them carefully, looking at them from different angles. What she saw in the stones, caused a wicked smile to form, frightening the young girl even more so.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Aragorn ran at the corpse, slashing his sword through the air as he went. He swung round and cut off one of the phantom's arms, it fell to the floor, now nothing but decaying bone. Beside him he could hear his son, grunting as he struggled to fight against one of the foul creatures. He slashed Anduril right through it's boney neck and went to help his son.
"I have it." Eldarion yelled at Aragorn, a determination and strength that Aragorn had never seen now in him. He looked at his son and waited a moment.
"I said I have it." He said angrily as he thrust his Elven blade up in to the beings eye socket, part of it crumbling to the floor. Aragorn nodded and placed his hand on his son's shoulder before swinging round and slashing in to the nearest walking carcase.
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Arwen opened her eyes and looked around the room. She felt strange, as though some great evil had defiled this place. She hadn't even realised she was sleeping until she awoke. Looking round at all the others, all of them asleep, dead to the world, she begun to panic. It was by nothing natural that all these people would find sleep in such a state of fear. She walked over to her daughters and gently shock Celebriel awake.
The little girl opened her eyes, groggily, and looked at her mother. She got to her feet, as the others, too, begun to stir. "What happened?"
Arwen looked around her again, noting the confused expressions on everyone's face.
"I do not know." She picked Luthien up from the floor and held her tightly. Her brow knotted as only then did she regain all of her wits, only then did she realise what had happened.
"Where is Galadwen?"
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Kuruni placed her stones, one by one, in a line on the far table. She picked up a golden cup, and filled it to the brim with some odd smelling liquid. She placed the skin of a snake around her shoulders and walked over to the young girl, still tied to the wall.
"What do you want with me?" She screamed as Kuruni walked with ill menace.
She brandished a dagger from behind her robes and brought it dangerously close to the girls throat. "I think the question should be what do I want from you."
Bad Kuruni! Bad Kuruni! Arn't we all missing Astald, Calen and Silmai? No, oh well, thats just me then. Hope you liked this chapter, it shouldn't take so long to write the next one. Please review, I think I may be addicted to them.