One Last Kiss
Part 14
Angel of the Night Watchers: I cried writing it.
Elfy: Of course I like cliffhangers!
Disclaimer: I don't own it...it owns me.
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Éomer squinted into the sunlight. There were riders heading towards the company of
Rohirrim, a score at least. They had been searching for any sign of those who had abducted
the Gondorian monarchs. Could it be that they had found them? When the Gondorians were
attacked, the Rohirrim had been out looking for any sign of Haradrim nearby and did not
return until too late. Signaling the Rohirrim to stop, he called out, "Halt! Who rides in these desert lands?"
"My Lord Éomer? It is I, Eldarion! We have searched overlong for you!" a voice came out of the wind and answered him.
"Eldarion? How come you here? You should be in the White City! Has aught gone ill in
Minas Tirith? Come closer, so we may speak better lest my voice fails from the shouting!"
A bark of laughter came from the Prince. "I come, I come! Naught is ill in the City. We
received a messenger a fortnight ago, bearing news of the slaughter of my father's
company."
Éomer hung his head in despair. "Alas, that is true. We have been searching for their
captors ever since we discovered the men lying dead in the sand."
"You have wasted your time. The King's company was taken by corsairs of Umbar, which we
discovered from Beregond, the only man to survive the ambush."
Éomer cursed, "By sea? We have no ships to pursue them. We do not even have the men to
challenge them. All of this has been folly!"
"'Tis not all folly. We can take some of the Haradrim's ships and set course for Umbar."
"Lad," Éomer hissed, "I have never even been on a ship, let alone crewed one! My men are
the same."
"Neither have I, but Elboron has, and I imagine Elchirion has, as well. Did he survive?"
"Aye, but he suffers from grave wounds. He is not expected to live. Elchirion was the only
one whom we found alive."
"The men grow restless," Eldarion remarked, "We need a plan, and swiftly."
"We steal the Haradric ships, as Eldarion said." A new voice interrupted them. "I do not
think the men can sit still any longer and over half the Gondorian company has crewed a
ship before."
"A score of men to crew a ship? 'Tis folly!" Éomer scoffed.
"No it is not, Uncle. We can easily teach the Rohirrim enough to get us to Umbar," Elboron argued.
"It is the only plan we have, my Lord," Eldarion agreed.
"Fine," Éomer conceded. "Tell the men to set up camp while we make a plan."
~*~
Faramir looked blearily through a hole in the wood of the ship. "My Lord. My Lord!
Aragorn! Aragorn, we are sinking!"
At that, the sleeping monarch jumped up. "Sinking? I thought this ship was at least well fortified."
Stifling his laughter, Faramir answered, "No, my Lord. I was merely trying to wake you."
"For what?" Aragorn crossly replied, wiping a few stray hairs out of his face.
"We are in dock. They should be coming for us at any time now," he returned with more than a bit of apprehension.
As if on queue, the burly man they had come to recognize as their guard dragged the two
lords out of their cell and clapped them in chains, bringing them before Berékangu. "Where
are you taking us?" The sovereign hissed.
"Why, t' see the King, o' course!" Berékangu grinned maliciously.
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Part 14
Angel of the Night Watchers: I cried writing it.
Elfy: Of course I like cliffhangers!
Disclaimer: I don't own it...it owns me.
~*~
Éomer squinted into the sunlight. There were riders heading towards the company of
Rohirrim, a score at least. They had been searching for any sign of those who had abducted
the Gondorian monarchs. Could it be that they had found them? When the Gondorians were
attacked, the Rohirrim had been out looking for any sign of Haradrim nearby and did not
return until too late. Signaling the Rohirrim to stop, he called out, "Halt! Who rides in these desert lands?"
"My Lord Éomer? It is I, Eldarion! We have searched overlong for you!" a voice came out of the wind and answered him.
"Eldarion? How come you here? You should be in the White City! Has aught gone ill in
Minas Tirith? Come closer, so we may speak better lest my voice fails from the shouting!"
A bark of laughter came from the Prince. "I come, I come! Naught is ill in the City. We
received a messenger a fortnight ago, bearing news of the slaughter of my father's
company."
Éomer hung his head in despair. "Alas, that is true. We have been searching for their
captors ever since we discovered the men lying dead in the sand."
"You have wasted your time. The King's company was taken by corsairs of Umbar, which we
discovered from Beregond, the only man to survive the ambush."
Éomer cursed, "By sea? We have no ships to pursue them. We do not even have the men to
challenge them. All of this has been folly!"
"'Tis not all folly. We can take some of the Haradrim's ships and set course for Umbar."
"Lad," Éomer hissed, "I have never even been on a ship, let alone crewed one! My men are
the same."
"Neither have I, but Elboron has, and I imagine Elchirion has, as well. Did he survive?"
"Aye, but he suffers from grave wounds. He is not expected to live. Elchirion was the only
one whom we found alive."
"The men grow restless," Eldarion remarked, "We need a plan, and swiftly."
"We steal the Haradric ships, as Eldarion said." A new voice interrupted them. "I do not
think the men can sit still any longer and over half the Gondorian company has crewed a
ship before."
"A score of men to crew a ship? 'Tis folly!" Éomer scoffed.
"No it is not, Uncle. We can easily teach the Rohirrim enough to get us to Umbar," Elboron argued.
"It is the only plan we have, my Lord," Eldarion agreed.
"Fine," Éomer conceded. "Tell the men to set up camp while we make a plan."
~*~
Faramir looked blearily through a hole in the wood of the ship. "My Lord. My Lord!
Aragorn! Aragorn, we are sinking!"
At that, the sleeping monarch jumped up. "Sinking? I thought this ship was at least well fortified."
Stifling his laughter, Faramir answered, "No, my Lord. I was merely trying to wake you."
"For what?" Aragorn crossly replied, wiping a few stray hairs out of his face.
"We are in dock. They should be coming for us at any time now," he returned with more than a bit of apprehension.
As if on queue, the burly man they had come to recognize as their guard dragged the two
lords out of their cell and clapped them in chains, bringing them before Berékangu. "Where
are you taking us?" The sovereign hissed.
"Why, t' see the King, o' course!" Berékangu grinned maliciously.
~*~
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