Thank you so much Cerridwen!!!! Love you story as well!!!!!!
Vicki: I'm glad that you like it, I know it was a bit sad but if it helps: read this chapter carefully and you will find clues how the story goes on. Nothing's like it seems*gg*!!!
Lome: Kannst du mir bitte deine e- mail adresse schicken wenn du das hier liest, damit ich dir die Kapitel zum Beta- lessen schicken kann?? Hab probleme mit deinem Profil!!! Thanx!!! **
After his mother had left the room, Eldarion had sat down on the floor as well and watched his sister. The little girl crawled over to him and climbed on his lap, snuggling against his chest. She giggled a bit and fumbled around with his shirt but after some minutes she got silent and Eldarion realised that she had fallen asleep.
He carried her over to her room and lay her into the crib, before he left the her there and went to his own bedroom. There, he fell on his bed and stared at the roof. Thousand of thoughts twisted around in his head and he felt like it would explode every minute.
For nearly an hour he didn't move till a knock on the door pulled him back into reality. It was his father. Aragorn entered the room and closed the door behind him, more carefully than necessary. "My son, I wanted to ask you something. You are nearly eighteen years old now and wouldn't it be the right time for you to learn what it means to fight for your lands, your people? You had fighting lessons for six years now and you are quite good, you just need practical experiences. I talked to your mother and she agrees, more or less. Of course you don't have to, it's just a question. I won't be angry if you don't feel like fighting right now," Elessar told him and sat down on a chair next to his son's bed.
"It would be an honour for me to fight by your side adar, for my lands, for my people and for Alia. I think I'm good and old enough to defence myself but tell me, has naneth really agreed? I can't believe that," responded Eldarion and laughed as his father shook his head. "Let's say, I nearly talked two hours to her and she still doesn't really accept it but she accepted it as my wish and she'll let you go with us. As long as you promise that you'll come back alive and stay by my side during the battle. Well, come down in a few minutes please so you can put on the armour my men have made for you." The king stood up again and left the room with a bright smile on his face.
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"Oh my god, I never expected an armour to be that heavy," shouted Eldarion with a puzzled look on his face. He stood in the middle of the hall and seemed a bit lost in his new clothes. Just when Gimli wanted to answer something, the door burst open and two of the king's soldiers came in, both covered in bruised and breathing heavily. " My Lord, a unit of at least eighty Orcs attacked us near the Pelennor. Most of my men fell. The really bad news is that an army of maybe fifteen thousand Orcs is trekking over the Pelennor and they will reach Ithilien in less than four hours. You have to react my Lord," one of the two men gasped and sank to his knees. "Be sure, I will. You two need some medicine, go home and I'll send my doctors to you," answered Aragorn and turned around to the others. "You heard it, we don't have much time left. Get ready, we'll leave in half an hour," he added and gave his wife a weak smile, who had a very concerned look on her face.
Eldarion climbed on the back of the horse and had a hard time to get his sword into the right position. He had decided to take Alia's horse Nelladell, a black mare. Just when he kissed his mother good bye his father told his men to ride fast and don't stop before they reached the Pelennor.
For nearly two hours they galloped as fast as they could and when they reached the Pelennor, Eldarion felt totally mixed up. His back hurt, his armour was too heavy and he still couldn't held his sword while riding. Why hadn't his teacher taught him to ride and fight? He would have needed that right now.
"What's going on here? Here's no one! Maybe your two spies were a bit too bruised to see clear," shouted Éomer from his horse and turned around to face his king. Aragorn showed him to stop talking and listened. The wind hissed in his ear but there was something else. A soft laughter filled the air and he could see in the faces of his men, that they heard the same. Everyone looked around to see were the laughter came from but there was nothing than a big field of grass.
"Alia," whispered Eldarion and his eyes widened in surprise. He kicked his feet into the stomach of the mare and tried to ride into the direction of the sound but Aragorn held him back. "No Eldarion, stay with me. This is a trap. They are hiding behind this hill, believe me!" Just when he had sat that, Legolas pointed into the direction of the hill and shouted: "Aragorn, look there!" The king looked around and all of his men could see the shock in his eyes.
Vicki: I'm glad that you like it, I know it was a bit sad but if it helps: read this chapter carefully and you will find clues how the story goes on. Nothing's like it seems*gg*!!!
Lome: Kannst du mir bitte deine e- mail adresse schicken wenn du das hier liest, damit ich dir die Kapitel zum Beta- lessen schicken kann?? Hab probleme mit deinem Profil!!! Thanx!!! **
After his mother had left the room, Eldarion had sat down on the floor as well and watched his sister. The little girl crawled over to him and climbed on his lap, snuggling against his chest. She giggled a bit and fumbled around with his shirt but after some minutes she got silent and Eldarion realised that she had fallen asleep.
He carried her over to her room and lay her into the crib, before he left the her there and went to his own bedroom. There, he fell on his bed and stared at the roof. Thousand of thoughts twisted around in his head and he felt like it would explode every minute.
For nearly an hour he didn't move till a knock on the door pulled him back into reality. It was his father. Aragorn entered the room and closed the door behind him, more carefully than necessary. "My son, I wanted to ask you something. You are nearly eighteen years old now and wouldn't it be the right time for you to learn what it means to fight for your lands, your people? You had fighting lessons for six years now and you are quite good, you just need practical experiences. I talked to your mother and she agrees, more or less. Of course you don't have to, it's just a question. I won't be angry if you don't feel like fighting right now," Elessar told him and sat down on a chair next to his son's bed.
"It would be an honour for me to fight by your side adar, for my lands, for my people and for Alia. I think I'm good and old enough to defence myself but tell me, has naneth really agreed? I can't believe that," responded Eldarion and laughed as his father shook his head. "Let's say, I nearly talked two hours to her and she still doesn't really accept it but she accepted it as my wish and she'll let you go with us. As long as you promise that you'll come back alive and stay by my side during the battle. Well, come down in a few minutes please so you can put on the armour my men have made for you." The king stood up again and left the room with a bright smile on his face.
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"Oh my god, I never expected an armour to be that heavy," shouted Eldarion with a puzzled look on his face. He stood in the middle of the hall and seemed a bit lost in his new clothes. Just when Gimli wanted to answer something, the door burst open and two of the king's soldiers came in, both covered in bruised and breathing heavily. " My Lord, a unit of at least eighty Orcs attacked us near the Pelennor. Most of my men fell. The really bad news is that an army of maybe fifteen thousand Orcs is trekking over the Pelennor and they will reach Ithilien in less than four hours. You have to react my Lord," one of the two men gasped and sank to his knees. "Be sure, I will. You two need some medicine, go home and I'll send my doctors to you," answered Aragorn and turned around to the others. "You heard it, we don't have much time left. Get ready, we'll leave in half an hour," he added and gave his wife a weak smile, who had a very concerned look on her face.
Eldarion climbed on the back of the horse and had a hard time to get his sword into the right position. He had decided to take Alia's horse Nelladell, a black mare. Just when he kissed his mother good bye his father told his men to ride fast and don't stop before they reached the Pelennor.
For nearly two hours they galloped as fast as they could and when they reached the Pelennor, Eldarion felt totally mixed up. His back hurt, his armour was too heavy and he still couldn't held his sword while riding. Why hadn't his teacher taught him to ride and fight? He would have needed that right now.
"What's going on here? Here's no one! Maybe your two spies were a bit too bruised to see clear," shouted Éomer from his horse and turned around to face his king. Aragorn showed him to stop talking and listened. The wind hissed in his ear but there was something else. A soft laughter filled the air and he could see in the faces of his men, that they heard the same. Everyone looked around to see were the laughter came from but there was nothing than a big field of grass.
"Alia," whispered Eldarion and his eyes widened in surprise. He kicked his feet into the stomach of the mare and tried to ride into the direction of the sound but Aragorn held him back. "No Eldarion, stay with me. This is a trap. They are hiding behind this hill, believe me!" Just when he had sat that, Legolas pointed into the direction of the hill and shouted: "Aragorn, look there!" The king looked around and all of his men could see the shock in his eyes.