Chapter three
As they rode into Minas Tirith, Tony got herself a lot of strange looks. She was still in the clothes she came to Middle-Earth with, so it wasn't at all that weird. Most looks weren't very friendly, and Tony was sure that, hadn't her two chaperones been there, that people would've started throwing rotten food at her. She kept her eyes on the road, and tried to think of happy things. As they made their way up to the citadel, Tony saw that security had tightened, the higher up you went.
The finally reached their destination; the guard-house of her friends' company of soldiers. Erthador helped Barahir off his horse. Tony didn't need help. She had convinced them of that in a very early stage. As they made their way for the door, a young boy ran up to them.
'I carry a message from the steward. You are to take the stranger to see him at once. You mustn't tarry! His lordship is not in the happiest of moods this bright sunny day.' The boy turned around, and made his back to wherever he had come from.
'If that be the steward's wish, than we shall. Follow us, Tony.' Barahir said.
'No, Barahir, you stay here. That wound needs looking after. I will take Tony to see the steward.' Barahir mumbled something unintelligible, but decided it best to listen. He went into the guard-house, as Erthador and Tony made their way up to the citadel.
It turned out to be quite a walk.
'Why didn't we take the horse, Erthador?' Tony asked, after the umpteenth arch they passed.
' It didn't cross my mind. I'm sorry.'
Tony sighed, and they walked on.
As they stood in front of the heavy oak-door, that stood between them and the steward, Erthador gave Tony some advice.
'Do not speak, unless spoken to. Do not talk of Hellsing, and drool all over the floor. And, most of all, DO NOT SWEAR ANYTHING! Impolitely, a pledge or otherwise, the steward will remember! He has an excellent memory for such occurrences. Try to be polite at all times. Remember, you are lady. Behave like one.'
Then, the door opened.
"It happened, I'm feeling glad. I got sunshine, in a bag. I'm useless, but not for long. The future, is coming on."
Of all the things Tony had expected, it was definitely not what she saw.
