Disclaimer:- I do not own 'The lord of the rings'
Do we really 'own' anything?
ThePrincess04:- All cliff hangers are evil, I'm sorry. If you had read my other stories then you would know that Aragorn lives, this is a prequel to my other ones. Gald you liked the last chapter.
ME132:- Calm down, you know I wouldn't kill our baby, he is far too hot to die....Eomer on the other hand...*Evil cackle*
crazyLOTRfan:- Deep breaths, he'll be ok. People we have all read the appendicies, we know he lives to 210, I wouldn't change Tolkein's work that much.
The Last Evenstar:- I'll update mine if you update yours! cliffhangers have a perpose, they make you want to read the next chapter.
Angel of the Night Watchers:- I didn't hurt Aragorn the dead dude did it. Galadwen had to be kidnapped in order to find something out about her future with Legolas, she doesn't find it out, but we do.
Daisy:- Don't snow days rock! you are forgiven for not reviewing more, I understand that college work is more important then my story, but only a little bit more!
mbali:- I'm glad you like it, I didn't mean to be cruel.
Queen Arwen:- Everytime I hurt him, or have him near death you all go crazy and yell at me. Arwen is on her way to make him better, but if she doesn't get there in time then you have my permision to go in to the story to heal him yourself.
You all yelled at me for hurting Aragorn, If you are also Eomer fans then you are going to yell at me for this chapter too.
Chapter 8
Fallen Kings
Eldarion rode with all haste un to the west, where he had been instructed to find Eomer. His horse had sweat dripping from it's back, but it did not slow, instead he kept his pace, loyal to his master and his son. The western country flew past them in one long blur, trees no more then shadows.
The battle was waging hard as Eldarion dismounted his horse and ran to towards a man he recognised.
"I bring word from my father, King of Gondor. Where is King Eomer?"
The man, who was looking for arrows among the dead, like a vulture at feeding time, looked up at the young Prince and noticed how Kingly and high he now seemed.
"Eomer has been badly wounded, he rests now over in that clearing, he is being tended to best we can, but I fear it is all in vain, the Kingdom of Rohan will fail." He seemed grave whilst talking about Rohan, as though he were talking about loosing his dearest friend, as though he had already lost all hope. Eldarion walked over to him and clasped his hand on to the man's shoulder. "Never give up hope, especially when it is the only thing we have."
Eldarion left the man and led his father's horse over to the clearing of trees. He instantly noticed the King, groaning from the slash in his side. Beside him were two men, one pressing on the wound, trying to slow the bleeding and the other cooling Eomer's brow with a torn piece of his clothing.
"Eomer." Eldarion ran over to him and dropped to his knees. One look at the wound told him it was a substantial injury.
"You have your horse, ours were spooked by the devilry we have been pitted against." One of the men stood and walked over to the horse, patting his nose. "We must take the King back to Edoras, where the healer can tend him."
The other man picked Eomer up and carried him to the horse, with great difficulty. Eldarion walked after the man and watched as Eomer was placed on the horse, still moaning in fevered pain. "This horse is the King of Gondor's and he will bear no other then his kin. I will take the King back to Edoras, but you must get word to your head, the East he fallen, and with it many of it's men. Send aid un to the East if you have men to spare."
Eldarion mounted behind Eomer, who was slouched forward, and gently squeezed his sides. "Noro lim, Aranta, noro lim."
The King's horse, still sweating and weakened from the ride there, galloped of fast, understanding the importance of haste.
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Aragorn could not hear anything, he heart only his heart beat, slowing with each breath. He could see naught but the darkness that was chocking him. This was the end, he would never see Arwen or the children again. The world of men would fall and who knows what fate would await his family.
His heart beat started to fasten, it sounded like it was pounding, it was almost deafening. It got louder and louder, before he realised that it was not his heart, but the sound of hooves coming closer and closer. He turned his head toward the noise and opened his eyes. A bright white light, like a star at close range, made its way towards him. Had they come for him? Had they come to take him from this world unto the hall of his forefathers? He squinted his eyes, and saw the light more closely.
Arwen got off of her horse and walked towards her husband. To Aragorn she was glowing like a being from Valinor. She knelt beside him and placed her hands over his wound.
"Telin le thaed Meleth nin. Lasto beth nîn. Tolo dan na ngalad. Tolo dan na amin."
*I've come to help you my love. Listen to my word. Come back to the light. Come back to me*
Aragorn gasped and took in a deep breath. Some slight colour came back to his face as he saw the world as it was. She leant over him and placed a kiss to his lips. "Estel?"
He fixed his eyes on her and cringed as she pressed hard on his wound. "Can you stand?"
Aragorn began to get up, a new kind of strength now flowing in his veins. Arwen helped him and took most of his weight.
A piercing screech alerted their attention. Soldiers of the dead Army were surrounding them, closing in. Aragorn unsheathed Anduril but it would not do much good, his arm felt as though and Oliphant had sat on it. Arwen, too, grabbed her own Elven blade, and held it out, ready to strike. There were too many of them, there was nothing they could do, but wait to die. Arwen's hand slid in to Aragorn's, a look of utter hopelessness between them.
One of the corpses yelled out a command, in a now forgotten language, and all fifteen of them lifted their spears in to the air.
"You should not mess with a man, with friends in high places."
Aragorn and Arwen turned to see Legolas, Faramir and Gimli, accompanied by two hundred or so men on horse back. The corpses instantly scattered and charged at the men. Arwen held out her arms, knowing that Aragorn was about to fall. she knelt on the ground and cradled his head on her lap. Faramir sliced his sword right through a corpses neck, before running to join Legolas at Aragorn's side.
"Is he…I mean will he-"
"He is fading, he needs to be taken back to Edoras, where I can treat him properly." Arwen looked at Legolas and spoke to him in a soundless voice that he alone could hear.
"You must take my horse and ride with all haste." He nodded in agreement. "Two hundred more men are making their way un to the West."
Arwen stood as Legolas and Faramir moved to lift Aragon on to the horse. "Legolas." He instantly saw the fear in her eyes, a fear not entirely for her husband. Faramir watched on as the two Elves stared at each other in silence.
"How long has she been missing?" Legolas instead placed Aragorn on to Faramir's horse, before mounting his own.
"A few hours, promise me you will find her."
Legolas nodded his head and set of in search of Galadwen.
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Eldarion helped the guards lay Eomer down on a bed. Lothiriel and Ithiliwen gathered around him in silence, whilst the healer did his job. Lothiriel had tears in her eyes as she held her husband's hand. "He will be alright?" She looked at the old man in hope, who in return simply looked down at his bag of herbs.
Ithiliwen scowled, more angry then she was upset, and ran from the room at full speed. She found the cool night air of the surrounding grounds, pleased of the numbing effect it had.
"Ithiliwen." Eldarion had ran out after her and was now coming to stand beside her. "My father has been badly wounded also."
She turned to him, silent and still, no hurt in her eyes only the cold. "If he dies-"
"He wont! He is strong, he is a son of Erol the young." He placed an arm around her shoulders, making her frown.
Never had he done that before. Suddenly her heart lifted and Eldarion saw some of the frost leave her eyes.
"Thank you, for bring my father back."
Eldarion nodded and smiled at her sadly. He may not particularly like the girl, but he pitied her now and thought that maybe she wasn't so bad after all.
Hmm, I wonder if Eldarion and Ithiliwen will get married? If you havn't read my other stories then you will never know. Sorry for leaving it with both the Kings near death.
Review and yell at me some more if you must, but I much prefere praise.
Do we really 'own' anything?
ThePrincess04:- All cliff hangers are evil, I'm sorry. If you had read my other stories then you would know that Aragorn lives, this is a prequel to my other ones. Gald you liked the last chapter.
ME132:- Calm down, you know I wouldn't kill our baby, he is far too hot to die....Eomer on the other hand...*Evil cackle*
crazyLOTRfan:- Deep breaths, he'll be ok. People we have all read the appendicies, we know he lives to 210, I wouldn't change Tolkein's work that much.
The Last Evenstar:- I'll update mine if you update yours! cliffhangers have a perpose, they make you want to read the next chapter.
Angel of the Night Watchers:- I didn't hurt Aragorn the dead dude did it. Galadwen had to be kidnapped in order to find something out about her future with Legolas, she doesn't find it out, but we do.
Daisy:- Don't snow days rock! you are forgiven for not reviewing more, I understand that college work is more important then my story, but only a little bit more!
mbali:- I'm glad you like it, I didn't mean to be cruel.
Queen Arwen:- Everytime I hurt him, or have him near death you all go crazy and yell at me. Arwen is on her way to make him better, but if she doesn't get there in time then you have my permision to go in to the story to heal him yourself.
You all yelled at me for hurting Aragorn, If you are also Eomer fans then you are going to yell at me for this chapter too.
Chapter 8
Fallen Kings
Eldarion rode with all haste un to the west, where he had been instructed to find Eomer. His horse had sweat dripping from it's back, but it did not slow, instead he kept his pace, loyal to his master and his son. The western country flew past them in one long blur, trees no more then shadows.
The battle was waging hard as Eldarion dismounted his horse and ran to towards a man he recognised.
"I bring word from my father, King of Gondor. Where is King Eomer?"
The man, who was looking for arrows among the dead, like a vulture at feeding time, looked up at the young Prince and noticed how Kingly and high he now seemed.
"Eomer has been badly wounded, he rests now over in that clearing, he is being tended to best we can, but I fear it is all in vain, the Kingdom of Rohan will fail." He seemed grave whilst talking about Rohan, as though he were talking about loosing his dearest friend, as though he had already lost all hope. Eldarion walked over to him and clasped his hand on to the man's shoulder. "Never give up hope, especially when it is the only thing we have."
Eldarion left the man and led his father's horse over to the clearing of trees. He instantly noticed the King, groaning from the slash in his side. Beside him were two men, one pressing on the wound, trying to slow the bleeding and the other cooling Eomer's brow with a torn piece of his clothing.
"Eomer." Eldarion ran over to him and dropped to his knees. One look at the wound told him it was a substantial injury.
"You have your horse, ours were spooked by the devilry we have been pitted against." One of the men stood and walked over to the horse, patting his nose. "We must take the King back to Edoras, where the healer can tend him."
The other man picked Eomer up and carried him to the horse, with great difficulty. Eldarion walked after the man and watched as Eomer was placed on the horse, still moaning in fevered pain. "This horse is the King of Gondor's and he will bear no other then his kin. I will take the King back to Edoras, but you must get word to your head, the East he fallen, and with it many of it's men. Send aid un to the East if you have men to spare."
Eldarion mounted behind Eomer, who was slouched forward, and gently squeezed his sides. "Noro lim, Aranta, noro lim."
The King's horse, still sweating and weakened from the ride there, galloped of fast, understanding the importance of haste.
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Aragorn could not hear anything, he heart only his heart beat, slowing with each breath. He could see naught but the darkness that was chocking him. This was the end, he would never see Arwen or the children again. The world of men would fall and who knows what fate would await his family.
His heart beat started to fasten, it sounded like it was pounding, it was almost deafening. It got louder and louder, before he realised that it was not his heart, but the sound of hooves coming closer and closer. He turned his head toward the noise and opened his eyes. A bright white light, like a star at close range, made its way towards him. Had they come for him? Had they come to take him from this world unto the hall of his forefathers? He squinted his eyes, and saw the light more closely.
Arwen got off of her horse and walked towards her husband. To Aragorn she was glowing like a being from Valinor. She knelt beside him and placed her hands over his wound.
"Telin le thaed Meleth nin. Lasto beth nîn. Tolo dan na ngalad. Tolo dan na amin."
*I've come to help you my love. Listen to my word. Come back to the light. Come back to me*
Aragorn gasped and took in a deep breath. Some slight colour came back to his face as he saw the world as it was. She leant over him and placed a kiss to his lips. "Estel?"
He fixed his eyes on her and cringed as she pressed hard on his wound. "Can you stand?"
Aragorn began to get up, a new kind of strength now flowing in his veins. Arwen helped him and took most of his weight.
A piercing screech alerted their attention. Soldiers of the dead Army were surrounding them, closing in. Aragorn unsheathed Anduril but it would not do much good, his arm felt as though and Oliphant had sat on it. Arwen, too, grabbed her own Elven blade, and held it out, ready to strike. There were too many of them, there was nothing they could do, but wait to die. Arwen's hand slid in to Aragorn's, a look of utter hopelessness between them.
One of the corpses yelled out a command, in a now forgotten language, and all fifteen of them lifted their spears in to the air.
"You should not mess with a man, with friends in high places."
Aragorn and Arwen turned to see Legolas, Faramir and Gimli, accompanied by two hundred or so men on horse back. The corpses instantly scattered and charged at the men. Arwen held out her arms, knowing that Aragorn was about to fall. she knelt on the ground and cradled his head on her lap. Faramir sliced his sword right through a corpses neck, before running to join Legolas at Aragorn's side.
"Is he…I mean will he-"
"He is fading, he needs to be taken back to Edoras, where I can treat him properly." Arwen looked at Legolas and spoke to him in a soundless voice that he alone could hear.
"You must take my horse and ride with all haste." He nodded in agreement. "Two hundred more men are making their way un to the West."
Arwen stood as Legolas and Faramir moved to lift Aragon on to the horse. "Legolas." He instantly saw the fear in her eyes, a fear not entirely for her husband. Faramir watched on as the two Elves stared at each other in silence.
"How long has she been missing?" Legolas instead placed Aragorn on to Faramir's horse, before mounting his own.
"A few hours, promise me you will find her."
Legolas nodded his head and set of in search of Galadwen.
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Eldarion helped the guards lay Eomer down on a bed. Lothiriel and Ithiliwen gathered around him in silence, whilst the healer did his job. Lothiriel had tears in her eyes as she held her husband's hand. "He will be alright?" She looked at the old man in hope, who in return simply looked down at his bag of herbs.
Ithiliwen scowled, more angry then she was upset, and ran from the room at full speed. She found the cool night air of the surrounding grounds, pleased of the numbing effect it had.
"Ithiliwen." Eldarion had ran out after her and was now coming to stand beside her. "My father has been badly wounded also."
She turned to him, silent and still, no hurt in her eyes only the cold. "If he dies-"
"He wont! He is strong, he is a son of Erol the young." He placed an arm around her shoulders, making her frown.
Never had he done that before. Suddenly her heart lifted and Eldarion saw some of the frost leave her eyes.
"Thank you, for bring my father back."
Eldarion nodded and smiled at her sadly. He may not particularly like the girl, but he pitied her now and thought that maybe she wasn't so bad after all.
Hmm, I wonder if Eldarion and Ithiliwen will get married? If you havn't read my other stories then you will never know. Sorry for leaving it with both the Kings near death.
Review and yell at me some more if you must, but I much prefere praise.