Disclaimer: I don't own LOTR. And if you're reading this, I changed the ending. Yeah, I know that this Fanfic totally isn't my best work, but it's my first one so cut me a break. Plus, I'm working on a sequel to this which should be way better. So we'll see how that goes.
Friendly Game of Poker
To her, it seemed like this battle was over almost as soon as it began. Her sword was so clumsy in such enclosed spaces, so she whipped out her light saber and began taking out enemies left and right. But she didn't have much left in her at all after almost a year of constant fighting and horrible nightmares.
She was running out of adrenaline quickly, until she turned and saw Aragorn under the foot of a troll. She began making her way to him, already knowing that he would be too late. She could see Legolas and Gandalf doing the same, and she made the mistake of diving beneath another troll who was swinging a club. She was blocked, and now there was no way to get to him.
So she did what all of the men were doing at this point. She cowered in fear as the final blow never came and the ground began shaking. This made her open her eyes wide, steadying herself and immediately forgetting the present battle. She looked up at the tower. The Eye was fixed on an opening in a cave. Frodo had made it to Mount Doom! And THE EYE WAS CRUMBLING! She screamed with joy, not caring about the dying orcs surrounding her or the land crumbling away before her.
"YEAH, FRODO!" she yelled, causing her throat to hurt. She bit her tongue as the tower collapsed, realizing as the land of Moria crumbled away that Frodo and Sam were still there. She looked back at Gandalf, and he had a single tear running down his dirty face. He had realized the same thing as Mount Doom erupted in an angry flow of lava. Pippin was in tears, and Merry as well as her heart sank for a moment. But Gandalf did not hesitate to get on the back of one of the Eagles. She breathed a sigh of relief, and for the umpteenth time felt a set of strong arms catch her as she passed out.
She didn't have a single dream that she was able to recall during her sleep. She woke up in an extravagant bed, in an extravagant room. Sitting up, she looked at her clothes. She was in beautiful white dress, much like the one Galadriel had let her wear. Elves! She hopped out of bed and ran to where she saw a mirror. Her hair was even braided, and she was clean. She twirled around, watching the dress.
Stepping up to her window, she looked outside. A nice, warm breeze greeted her as she took a deep breath in. She could only see sky in the direction of Mordor. Everything was bright blue, or white. Getting excited, she stepped out of her room and found herself lost already. It was like a maze. She could barely even find the door she'd stepped out of. Taking in the sights, she stood there a while.
"My lady!" a voice cried. It was Eowyn. Laughing, she threw her arms around the girl. "Oh, it is wonderful to see you on your feet again!" she exclaimed.
"Eowyn! Did you fight at Pelennor Fields?" Laura asked.
Eowyn nodded. "Merry and I fought alongside the Rohirrim! But this is certainly no time for talk of that."
"You're right. I want details, later." It was just then she noticed the young man standing beside Eowyn.
He bowed his head. "Good day, my princess. I am Lord Faramir, brother of Boromir."
She took his hand. "My lord!" she exclaimed. "Your brother has told me all about you. From his accounts, it is my assumption that you have a very good heart."
He smiled. "Thank you."
"She's awake!" A small voice cried exuberantly.
"MERRY!" she said, kneeling so that she could hug him. He bowled her over, almost knocking her to the ground as the two behind her laughed. "Eowyn was just telling me about your adventure as a knight of the Rohirrim."
Merry's eyes brightened. "Did she tell you about the part where I took my dagger and shoved it into the Witchking's leg, just as he was about to attack her?"
"No, she left that part for you to tell me about," Laura said, winking at Eowyn. She hadn't heard anything about the defeat of the Witchking.
Pippin decided to leap on her back, almost scaring her. Laughing even harder, she listened to his account of being a Knight of Gondor, and how he had save Faramir's life when his father, Denethor, had gone crazy and was about to burn him alive. She grinned as she saw Sam wander into the crowd that was now forming around her.
They all gave him shouts of praise and pats on the back as he blushed. Standing up, she walked with them to the Seventh Circle. This was the courtyard with the White Tree of Gondor that Pippin had seen in his vision. Laura leaned against the banister and again looked out onto the beautiful day on Middle-Earth. Pippin and Merry were still talking excitedly, telling Sam what had happened.
It was all over, the battle for Middle-Earth. Now Aragorn was king of Gondor, and everything was right in the world again. The Hobbits would go back to the Shire...but she was getting ahead of herself. She turned back to the Hobbits. "Where is Gandalf?" she asked.
"Last I heard he was with Lord Aragorn," Merry said.
"Merry, it's King Aragorn now," Sam reminded him. "Which reminds me, what's to become of the Elf lady, Arwen?"
She thought about it. "I don't know, Sam." Honestly, she didn't. Was Aragorn still in love with her? She'd assumed that he was after speaking with Lord Elrond, but she could hardly credit herself with what went on in Aragorn's personal life. "I'm still trying to piece things together in my mind. I did just wake up."
His eyes lit up. "I've got just the thing to clear your head. How about a friendly game of poker?"
