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Chapter 4 : Old friends
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Almost until the end of the noon they rode on in silence, Aragorn bent over the trail that would take them back to the scene of the fight between the Rohirrim and the Uruk-Hai. Arriving at the forest's end, it was not hard to see where the Riders had burned their ennemies. A great fire had been set burning in a clearing, the last embers were still giving of smoke. Swords, arrows and what more lay scattered around where the Orcs had let them fall.
"We had better search the area for any signs of our friends." Aragorn said, dismounting. Boromir pulled his horse up alongside Legolas'. His lips curled into a carefully hidden smile when he saw Gimli clutching hard to the Elf. Dwarves were no riders and Gimli had no love for the high position he was in. Sliding down from the saddle, he went over to the couple. "Here, master Dwarf, let me help you down." The Dwarf cast him a look of gratitude and as the Human put him back on the ground he immediately went to Aragorn, grousing under his breath about horses and Elves who insisted on riding without saddles or reigns. Legolas dismounted easily, then spoke softly to his horse. The grey animal strode some paces away to graze at the forest's edge. Boromir's own horse joined it as the two strode over to the middle of the clearing.
The four companions sought for clues about their little friends until the sun had disappeared and they no longer had any light to see by. "Well, it doesn't seem like we can do much more for anyone today." Gimli remarked, "It is most likely that Merry and Pippin have been burned with their captors. I do not rejoyce in having to give this news to Frodo or the old Bilbo." "We cannot be certain of that yet." Boromir half-pleaded for someone to say he was right. "We still have some places we need to look at." Aragorn agreed, "And we could not leave before the sun returns."
Camp was set under one of the trees that lined the battle-field. The night was beginning to grow cold and they huddled close to one another. "Aragorn," Gimli said, "we could have much use of a fire. I am too cold right now to care about any Orcs that might see it." Aragorn looked thoughtfully, but Legolas chose the side of his Dwarven friend. "It may bring the
Hobbits to us if they went into the Forest and got lost." Boromir lifted his head, a hopeful gleam in his eyes, and Aragorn relented. "Very well, but do not cut living wood from the trees." "I have no need to." Gimli stated as he went around the clearing, picking up twigs and branches, "The riders have left enough for us to enjoy a good fire."
So by the Dwarfs talents, they soon sat around the fire. "Even the trees are glad with your skill, master Dwarf." Legolas noticed, pointing to the branches overhead that seemed to bend to catch some of the warmth of the flames. "I have heard many stories about the forest of Fangorn in my city." Boromir said, "Tell me Aragorn, what should we believe about this place?"
"I know only what Celeborn has told us: that we should be cautious about it. Fangorn holds it's own secrets, but what they are, I do not know." "Well whatever they are," Gimli said, "there is nothing we can do about it tonight. Let us go to sleep and worry about it in the morning. I never knew horseriding to be so exhausting."
Boromir plucked some twigs from among the firewood Gimli had collected. "Let's see who is up for the first watch." he quiped playfully, reaching out the straws in his hand towards Aragorn. "Leaders first." Aragorn pulled out a twig and Boromir moved towards Legolas, who took out one for himself. Gimli muttered as he held the twig he had chosen. It was definetely shorter then those of his fellows. "Gues I had it coming for me." he said as the others rolled into their
blankets, falling asleep almost immediately.
It seemed only seconds to Boromir before he was roughly awakened again. Something had pulled him out of his sleep. Looking around for the source of the commotion, he saw Aragorn and Legolas were also awake. The Ranger approached what appeared to be an old man in grey garb. "Well, old man," Aragorn said as he got to his feet, "what can we do for you?" He walked towards their visitor but the man had disappeared without a trace. Boromir was startled at this, but did not get the chance to word his confusion. "The horses are gone." Legolas exclaimed.
They stood together for a time, defeat washing over them until Boromir spoke. "We will go
further on foot. The horses of Rohan are well trained and will find their own way back home. As for us: we've come a long way on foot already, I do not doubt that we'll be able to make the next part of the journey like that also." It would be tougher he knew, but he himself had made the trek to Rivendel mostly on foot after he had lost his own horse at the crossing. "Humpf," Gimli muttered, "Feet! You cannot walk on feet that are not rested." Legolas laughed "Only hours ago you didn't even want to sit on a horse. We'll make a Rider out of you yet, my friend." Boromir grinned at the undignified look on the Dwarf's face.
They sat back down, pondering what had happened. "If you ask me," Gimli announced, "I'd say it was Saruman. Gray robes and a hat certainly suits Gandalfs description of him." "Perhaps," Aragorn replied, "but regardless if it was Saruman or not, we should be careful: danger is near. I will keep watch for now. I need to think this through." The others nodded and went back to sleep.
The rest of the night passed peaceful, and Boromir was only awakend to take over the watch from Legolas. He hoped the horses would return now that the treath seemed to be over, but his watch passed without incident. He thought of his city: if Saruman had betrayed them, the Wizard would be able to effectively stop any help from Rohan to Minas Tirith. Boromir silently cursed the Istari that had been the cause of so much trouble lately. Finally, when the morning's first light fell over the forest, he woke the others.
Breakfast was an unusually silent matter that morning, everybody was too eager to solve the riddles that held them there. After a careful inspection of the ground, Aragorn announced that he had not been able to find a trace left by the old man. "Aha," Gimli exclaimed, "it's like I thought! Our visitor was Saruman." "Maybe," Aragorn said, "but it is of little concern at the moment. We need to search for our friends now. Spread out from the clearing into the forest." They split into couples, Gimli with Aragorn and Boromir with Legolas. Taking opposite directions from their campingplace.
Boromir and Legolas worked in silence. The Human did not know much of tracking, and the little he knew didn't reveal any signs of the Hobbits. He cast a look over at Legolas to see if the Elf had more luck. His companion squatted some feet away, examining some marks in the earth. He felt Boromir watching him, and looked at the Human, slowly shaking his head. Boromir sighed and continued his own search. After a while, Aragorn called for them to join him.
The Ranger showed them the mallornleaves, rope and knive that Gimli and he had found near the River. "This is a strange riddle indeed." Legolas said, raising an eyebrow at the things before them. "I wonder how they came here with their hands and feet still bound. Maybe they turned their arms into wings. So all we need to do to find them now, is grow wings ourselves."
Boromir turned towards Legolas, but his grin died away as he saw Legolas' serious expression. The Elf couldn't really expect them or the Hobbits to grow wings, now could he? Despite the fact that Legolas and he had become good friends, there were still times when he was uncertain if the Elf was serious or if he was just kidding. At times like these he wasn't certain if he could ever understand the Immortal.
Aragorn didn't quite share Legolas' beliefs, providing them with a much more acceptable explanation. "It is not unimaginable that they were caried here by one of the Orcs. We should find more if we follow their tracks further into the forest." He sprang to his feet and led them on, following the River for some time more, then moving deeper into the forest itself. Boromir felt the forest press down on him. Legolas felt it too, but he reassured his friend. "Be at ease, Boromir. The forest does not wish us evil, it is only watchful." Boromir was a little more relaxed atfter those words: Legolas was a Woodelf after all. If anybody knew the intentions of a forest as strange as this one, it would be him.
They came to a rockside with roughly carved steps that led up it. "Let us go to it's top." the Elf suggested, "maybe we can see more from up there." Mounting the steps, Aragorn stayed a little behind them, looking closely at the ground. "What is it Aragorn?" Boromir asked, "has somebody else climbed these steps recently?" "Aye." the Ranger said, "And I'm almost certain that the Hobbits have come this way. But there are other tracks as well, tracks that I haven't seen before."
Standing on the ledge that their friends had used two days before, the Fellowship looked out
over the terrain in front of them. "We have made a great detour towards a place we didn't want to visit." Gimli said, "We had no intention to come to Fangorn, heeding Celeborn's advice." Legolas' spoke, his gaze fixed on something between the trees that only he could see. "Yet now we are here, and we seem to be caught in it's webs. Look!"
"Look where?" Gimli asked, "I don't have Elvish eyes." Boromir and Aragorn peered intently
into the forest, but they couldn't see anything either. "Keep your voice down." the Elf said, then pointed between some trees. "Look, there where we came from. Can't you see him
moving from tree to tree." Boromir could see him now, clad in gray, moving slowly in their
direction. "I see him now!" Gimli exclaimed, "Quickly Legolas, draw your bow, do not give him the chance to strike first!" But the Elf was reluctant to do anything. Boromir understood him: there was something about this figure that went beyond his understanding. "What are you waiting for?" Gimli asked. "Legolas is right. We cannot just shoot an old man, without provocation."
The old man sped up his pace, mounting the steps quickly. The others moved some in their
nervousness. Gimli moved in front of the group, Legolas and Aragorn behind him, and Boromir
stood out of sight on the last row. "I only wish to speak with you," the old man declared, "put your weapons away, I'm not going to harm you." Legolas almost automatically lowered his bow, and Gimli stiffened. Then the old man made a movement that revealed his underlaying robes and a flash of white garb could be seen.
"Greetings!" he said, "It is very strange to see a Dwarf, a Man and an Elf here in Fangorn. But I know the reason for it: you are here to look for your Hobbit friends. Well on, they came up here two days ago and met someone they didn't expect to meet. So your mission isn't that important as you thought anymore, let us sit down and talk some." As he turned away, the spell he had seemed to have cast upon them dispelled and Gimli flew into movement. "Saruman," he yelled, aks in hand, "talk, where have you hid our friends!"
The old man proved to quick for him, jumping onto a rock. He stayed out of their range, throwing open his cloak. "Mithrandir!" Legolas yelled, shooting an arrow into the sky out of sheer joy. Gandalf opened his mouth to reply, then caught sight of Boromir. He seemed to pale for an instant, not knowing what to say. "Gandalf, are you alright?" Boromir asked. "You are alive!" the Wizard remarked incredulously, "But I saw ..." "Saw?" Aragorn said, frowning his brow at the peculiar behaviour of the Istari. Gandalf shook his head. "You thought I was dead?" Boromir asked, "We thought the same of you!"
"Well apparently, you are both still very much alive." Aragorn said sarcastically. "Now I can understand why Boromir isn't dead, but we all saw you fall down that chasm, Gandalf. Would you explain to us what happened." "Do not speak of this." their friend replied, "I do not wish to linger on thoughts of that fight. Suffise to say that I defeated it, and went to find you. But as for Boromir ... how is it that you are still alive when the Lady Galadriel's mirror showed you only instants away from death. If I'm not mistaking, you came very close to the wrong side of an arrow!"
Boromir chuckled. "Aye, I did. But our favorite Elf here saved me." he admitted, putting an arm around Legolas' shoulders and pulling him closer. "Of course I would have liked a more gentle approach in it ("Hey!" Legolas protested, shoving Boromir's arm off.) but I'm still glad for his help." "Indeed." Gandalf said, raising his eyebrows thoughtfully. "Well," he then added, seeming to come out of his temporary stupor, "then we are all accounted for are we not? Merry and Pippin are with the Ents, You four are here, and Frodo has gone to Mordor." "With Sam." Legolas said. Gandalf nodded, "With Sam, which is very good news."
He drew himself back onto his feet. "But for now, we have used up all the time that is given to old friends to meet each other again after a long time. We must head for Edoras, for I must talk to King Theoden at once. And I do believe you have some horses to return." "The horses!" Legolas said, smiling, "You know about them?" The Wizard smiled softly as they moved to the edge of the wood again. He gave a sharp whistle and they could hear the thundering of hooves in the distance. "Yes, I know of your horses. They met mine not far from here. We will need their aid to get to the Golden Palace of the Rohirrim. There they come!"
And indeed, four horses came their way: the three they had borrowed from Eomer, behind a strong silver-coated one that led the way. "This is Shadowfax." Gandalf explained, "The horse that took me to Rivendell for the council. He will lead us to our destination. Come Gimli, you will ride with me!"
They mounted their horses with a newly found determination. Boromir felt sure of their road again: Gandalf had come back to them, the Hobbits were safe and they were moving towards Rohan, the trusted ally of his people! Let the darkness try to take me again, he thought, I will not fall again! Then they were off, Shadowfax setting a straight course to it's home, and Boromir hoped it would not be too long until he as well could see his White City once more.
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There you go! The next chapter will see our heroes in Rohan, and probably of to Helm's Deep!
Also I'd like it a lot if you could take some time to review the chapter since it was a pretty though one to write ;)
Until next time!
Anyway, thanks everybody for reviewing (they really make my day!) and here's the fourth cahpter, hope you enjoy this :)
Chapter 4 : Old friends
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Almost until the end of the noon they rode on in silence, Aragorn bent over the trail that would take them back to the scene of the fight between the Rohirrim and the Uruk-Hai. Arriving at the forest's end, it was not hard to see where the Riders had burned their ennemies. A great fire had been set burning in a clearing, the last embers were still giving of smoke. Swords, arrows and what more lay scattered around where the Orcs had let them fall.
"We had better search the area for any signs of our friends." Aragorn said, dismounting. Boromir pulled his horse up alongside Legolas'. His lips curled into a carefully hidden smile when he saw Gimli clutching hard to the Elf. Dwarves were no riders and Gimli had no love for the high position he was in. Sliding down from the saddle, he went over to the couple. "Here, master Dwarf, let me help you down." The Dwarf cast him a look of gratitude and as the Human put him back on the ground he immediately went to Aragorn, grousing under his breath about horses and Elves who insisted on riding without saddles or reigns. Legolas dismounted easily, then spoke softly to his horse. The grey animal strode some paces away to graze at the forest's edge. Boromir's own horse joined it as the two strode over to the middle of the clearing.
The four companions sought for clues about their little friends until the sun had disappeared and they no longer had any light to see by. "Well, it doesn't seem like we can do much more for anyone today." Gimli remarked, "It is most likely that Merry and Pippin have been burned with their captors. I do not rejoyce in having to give this news to Frodo or the old Bilbo." "We cannot be certain of that yet." Boromir half-pleaded for someone to say he was right. "We still have some places we need to look at." Aragorn agreed, "And we could not leave before the sun returns."
Camp was set under one of the trees that lined the battle-field. The night was beginning to grow cold and they huddled close to one another. "Aragorn," Gimli said, "we could have much use of a fire. I am too cold right now to care about any Orcs that might see it." Aragorn looked thoughtfully, but Legolas chose the side of his Dwarven friend. "It may bring the
Hobbits to us if they went into the Forest and got lost." Boromir lifted his head, a hopeful gleam in his eyes, and Aragorn relented. "Very well, but do not cut living wood from the trees." "I have no need to." Gimli stated as he went around the clearing, picking up twigs and branches, "The riders have left enough for us to enjoy a good fire."
So by the Dwarfs talents, they soon sat around the fire. "Even the trees are glad with your skill, master Dwarf." Legolas noticed, pointing to the branches overhead that seemed to bend to catch some of the warmth of the flames. "I have heard many stories about the forest of Fangorn in my city." Boromir said, "Tell me Aragorn, what should we believe about this place?"
"I know only what Celeborn has told us: that we should be cautious about it. Fangorn holds it's own secrets, but what they are, I do not know." "Well whatever they are," Gimli said, "there is nothing we can do about it tonight. Let us go to sleep and worry about it in the morning. I never knew horseriding to be so exhausting."
Boromir plucked some twigs from among the firewood Gimli had collected. "Let's see who is up for the first watch." he quiped playfully, reaching out the straws in his hand towards Aragorn. "Leaders first." Aragorn pulled out a twig and Boromir moved towards Legolas, who took out one for himself. Gimli muttered as he held the twig he had chosen. It was definetely shorter then those of his fellows. "Gues I had it coming for me." he said as the others rolled into their
blankets, falling asleep almost immediately.
It seemed only seconds to Boromir before he was roughly awakened again. Something had pulled him out of his sleep. Looking around for the source of the commotion, he saw Aragorn and Legolas were also awake. The Ranger approached what appeared to be an old man in grey garb. "Well, old man," Aragorn said as he got to his feet, "what can we do for you?" He walked towards their visitor but the man had disappeared without a trace. Boromir was startled at this, but did not get the chance to word his confusion. "The horses are gone." Legolas exclaimed.
They stood together for a time, defeat washing over them until Boromir spoke. "We will go
further on foot. The horses of Rohan are well trained and will find their own way back home. As for us: we've come a long way on foot already, I do not doubt that we'll be able to make the next part of the journey like that also." It would be tougher he knew, but he himself had made the trek to Rivendel mostly on foot after he had lost his own horse at the crossing. "Humpf," Gimli muttered, "Feet! You cannot walk on feet that are not rested." Legolas laughed "Only hours ago you didn't even want to sit on a horse. We'll make a Rider out of you yet, my friend." Boromir grinned at the undignified look on the Dwarf's face.
They sat back down, pondering what had happened. "If you ask me," Gimli announced, "I'd say it was Saruman. Gray robes and a hat certainly suits Gandalfs description of him." "Perhaps," Aragorn replied, "but regardless if it was Saruman or not, we should be careful: danger is near. I will keep watch for now. I need to think this through." The others nodded and went back to sleep.
The rest of the night passed peaceful, and Boromir was only awakend to take over the watch from Legolas. He hoped the horses would return now that the treath seemed to be over, but his watch passed without incident. He thought of his city: if Saruman had betrayed them, the Wizard would be able to effectively stop any help from Rohan to Minas Tirith. Boromir silently cursed the Istari that had been the cause of so much trouble lately. Finally, when the morning's first light fell over the forest, he woke the others.
Breakfast was an unusually silent matter that morning, everybody was too eager to solve the riddles that held them there. After a careful inspection of the ground, Aragorn announced that he had not been able to find a trace left by the old man. "Aha," Gimli exclaimed, "it's like I thought! Our visitor was Saruman." "Maybe," Aragorn said, "but it is of little concern at the moment. We need to search for our friends now. Spread out from the clearing into the forest." They split into couples, Gimli with Aragorn and Boromir with Legolas. Taking opposite directions from their campingplace.
Boromir and Legolas worked in silence. The Human did not know much of tracking, and the little he knew didn't reveal any signs of the Hobbits. He cast a look over at Legolas to see if the Elf had more luck. His companion squatted some feet away, examining some marks in the earth. He felt Boromir watching him, and looked at the Human, slowly shaking his head. Boromir sighed and continued his own search. After a while, Aragorn called for them to join him.
The Ranger showed them the mallornleaves, rope and knive that Gimli and he had found near the River. "This is a strange riddle indeed." Legolas said, raising an eyebrow at the things before them. "I wonder how they came here with their hands and feet still bound. Maybe they turned their arms into wings. So all we need to do to find them now, is grow wings ourselves."
Boromir turned towards Legolas, but his grin died away as he saw Legolas' serious expression. The Elf couldn't really expect them or the Hobbits to grow wings, now could he? Despite the fact that Legolas and he had become good friends, there were still times when he was uncertain if the Elf was serious or if he was just kidding. At times like these he wasn't certain if he could ever understand the Immortal.
Aragorn didn't quite share Legolas' beliefs, providing them with a much more acceptable explanation. "It is not unimaginable that they were caried here by one of the Orcs. We should find more if we follow their tracks further into the forest." He sprang to his feet and led them on, following the River for some time more, then moving deeper into the forest itself. Boromir felt the forest press down on him. Legolas felt it too, but he reassured his friend. "Be at ease, Boromir. The forest does not wish us evil, it is only watchful." Boromir was a little more relaxed atfter those words: Legolas was a Woodelf after all. If anybody knew the intentions of a forest as strange as this one, it would be him.
They came to a rockside with roughly carved steps that led up it. "Let us go to it's top." the Elf suggested, "maybe we can see more from up there." Mounting the steps, Aragorn stayed a little behind them, looking closely at the ground. "What is it Aragorn?" Boromir asked, "has somebody else climbed these steps recently?" "Aye." the Ranger said, "And I'm almost certain that the Hobbits have come this way. But there are other tracks as well, tracks that I haven't seen before."
Standing on the ledge that their friends had used two days before, the Fellowship looked out
over the terrain in front of them. "We have made a great detour towards a place we didn't want to visit." Gimli said, "We had no intention to come to Fangorn, heeding Celeborn's advice." Legolas' spoke, his gaze fixed on something between the trees that only he could see. "Yet now we are here, and we seem to be caught in it's webs. Look!"
"Look where?" Gimli asked, "I don't have Elvish eyes." Boromir and Aragorn peered intently
into the forest, but they couldn't see anything either. "Keep your voice down." the Elf said, then pointed between some trees. "Look, there where we came from. Can't you see him
moving from tree to tree." Boromir could see him now, clad in gray, moving slowly in their
direction. "I see him now!" Gimli exclaimed, "Quickly Legolas, draw your bow, do not give him the chance to strike first!" But the Elf was reluctant to do anything. Boromir understood him: there was something about this figure that went beyond his understanding. "What are you waiting for?" Gimli asked. "Legolas is right. We cannot just shoot an old man, without provocation."
The old man sped up his pace, mounting the steps quickly. The others moved some in their
nervousness. Gimli moved in front of the group, Legolas and Aragorn behind him, and Boromir
stood out of sight on the last row. "I only wish to speak with you," the old man declared, "put your weapons away, I'm not going to harm you." Legolas almost automatically lowered his bow, and Gimli stiffened. Then the old man made a movement that revealed his underlaying robes and a flash of white garb could be seen.
"Greetings!" he said, "It is very strange to see a Dwarf, a Man and an Elf here in Fangorn. But I know the reason for it: you are here to look for your Hobbit friends. Well on, they came up here two days ago and met someone they didn't expect to meet. So your mission isn't that important as you thought anymore, let us sit down and talk some." As he turned away, the spell he had seemed to have cast upon them dispelled and Gimli flew into movement. "Saruman," he yelled, aks in hand, "talk, where have you hid our friends!"
The old man proved to quick for him, jumping onto a rock. He stayed out of their range, throwing open his cloak. "Mithrandir!" Legolas yelled, shooting an arrow into the sky out of sheer joy. Gandalf opened his mouth to reply, then caught sight of Boromir. He seemed to pale for an instant, not knowing what to say. "Gandalf, are you alright?" Boromir asked. "You are alive!" the Wizard remarked incredulously, "But I saw ..." "Saw?" Aragorn said, frowning his brow at the peculiar behaviour of the Istari. Gandalf shook his head. "You thought I was dead?" Boromir asked, "We thought the same of you!"
"Well apparently, you are both still very much alive." Aragorn said sarcastically. "Now I can understand why Boromir isn't dead, but we all saw you fall down that chasm, Gandalf. Would you explain to us what happened." "Do not speak of this." their friend replied, "I do not wish to linger on thoughts of that fight. Suffise to say that I defeated it, and went to find you. But as for Boromir ... how is it that you are still alive when the Lady Galadriel's mirror showed you only instants away from death. If I'm not mistaking, you came very close to the wrong side of an arrow!"
Boromir chuckled. "Aye, I did. But our favorite Elf here saved me." he admitted, putting an arm around Legolas' shoulders and pulling him closer. "Of course I would have liked a more gentle approach in it ("Hey!" Legolas protested, shoving Boromir's arm off.) but I'm still glad for his help." "Indeed." Gandalf said, raising his eyebrows thoughtfully. "Well," he then added, seeming to come out of his temporary stupor, "then we are all accounted for are we not? Merry and Pippin are with the Ents, You four are here, and Frodo has gone to Mordor." "With Sam." Legolas said. Gandalf nodded, "With Sam, which is very good news."
He drew himself back onto his feet. "But for now, we have used up all the time that is given to old friends to meet each other again after a long time. We must head for Edoras, for I must talk to King Theoden at once. And I do believe you have some horses to return." "The horses!" Legolas said, smiling, "You know about them?" The Wizard smiled softly as they moved to the edge of the wood again. He gave a sharp whistle and they could hear the thundering of hooves in the distance. "Yes, I know of your horses. They met mine not far from here. We will need their aid to get to the Golden Palace of the Rohirrim. There they come!"
And indeed, four horses came their way: the three they had borrowed from Eomer, behind a strong silver-coated one that led the way. "This is Shadowfax." Gandalf explained, "The horse that took me to Rivendell for the council. He will lead us to our destination. Come Gimli, you will ride with me!"
They mounted their horses with a newly found determination. Boromir felt sure of their road again: Gandalf had come back to them, the Hobbits were safe and they were moving towards Rohan, the trusted ally of his people! Let the darkness try to take me again, he thought, I will not fall again! Then they were off, Shadowfax setting a straight course to it's home, and Boromir hoped it would not be too long until he as well could see his White City once more.
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There you go! The next chapter will see our heroes in Rohan, and probably of to Helm's Deep!
Also I'd like it a lot if you could take some time to review the chapter since it was a pretty though one to write ;)
Until next time!