The days passed quickly as the people of Edoras waited to depart to their
fortress of Rohan. Aragorn and Gandalf sat long in meetings with Theoden
and seldom in the week before their flight did Buffy, Faith or Andrew see
or talk with them, save only at meal times. The three spent their hours
wandering in the city accompanied most often by Gimli, Legolas and Eowyn.
The sixth day after their first meeting with Theoden, the Slayers and Andrew were left to their own devices once more. Winter was quickening to spring though a chill breeze still stung their faces.
"Ohh," Andrew grumbled with an expression of sickness "Too much dairy product."
"Man," Faith returned to him "I have not eaten as much cheese in my life as you have in this past week."
Andrew simply fell silent and rubbed his stomach grimacing
In the bright midday sun the Slayers could see greatly into the lands beyond. The pale, grassy planes and dark, ice-topped mountains whispered to them in the distance. Like a streak of lightening horse and rider, brilliant white, shot out of the stables in front of them and sped north from the city gates. Soon the figure was nothing more then wind on the horizon.
From the stables now came Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli looking awash with both fear and distant hope.
"Where's Gandalf going?" asked Buffy failing to hide her concern
"Oh," Aragorn said as though breaking from dream. "My Ladies, my Lord," now composing himself "Gandalf set out to find the banished Rohirrim, the last foul deed of Wormtongue before he too was banished. I do fear however, he and his master shall still send even greater evil against us." Aragorn let out a great sigh.
"Without the riders of Rohan, these people have little hope, even in the great fortress."
"The poor things," Andrew said with genuine concern.
"Aye," agreed Gimli "But they flee to the mountains when they should stand and fight."
"Hey, I thought Dwarves liked mountains," Faith shot at him. Gimli was lost for words. At this Legolas laughed out loud
"Elves laugh now do they?" Faith grinned to him. Legolas too fell silent.
"When need arises," Aragorn added, bemused at Faith's joking, showing her a small smile.
Together now the six walked talking much of travels and adventures, slaying of beasts and of their own distant lands.
"So this one time at the docks," Faith informed them "We were surrounded by vamps and our Lady B here, was about to be lunch. Long story short, I saved her butt."
"It was marginal," Buffy said trying to save face. "It was all tactics. Try to make them think I'm all blonde and helpless then introduce them to Mr Pointy. Anyway," Buffy finished "I had to make you feel needed."
Both Slayers laughed. Their constant bickering was quickly becoming a source of fun rather then the beginnings of a Slayer Royale.
Aragorn looked into the sky.
"The sun is westering. I must now go to the king and make ready for our departure. Tonight we will have the last great feast, then tomorrow make sure all the preparations are completed. The next morn we make our move." With that he turned and made for Meduseld.
"Yo Aragorn," Faith called after him. He turned to face her. "Don't look so happy." Aragorn smiled and bowed then continued to his destination.
***
Great Oak tables were arrayed with all the fare that Rohan could provide. Wild boar, pheasant and many other meats were laid out before them. To accompany, there was bread and fruit, and cakes and soup, and many jugs filled with the finest wine of Theoden's cellars.
Buffy and Faith entered into the great hall where the highest Lords and Ladies of Rohan were seated. A sweet music was playing as the two walked towards Eowyn, highly uncomfortable, as they once again were in some of her finest dresses. Eowyn met them with a contented smile.
"My Ladies you indeed look beautiful."
"Right back at you," Faith added.
"Not like I care," said Buffy "But have you seen Andrew?"
Eowyn frowned slightly.
"Yes Buffy I have." She turned to look at the kings table.
The Slayers followed her gaze. Legolas and Gimli were seated there, but Andrew however was passed out, his head resting in his plate of food.
"He arrived here some hours ago and began to drink mead with Lord Gimli." Eowyn's frown faltered slightly. "Dwarves are known for their resilience, it seems however Andrew is not."
The Slayers shook their heads
"Oh well," said Faith "He'll be fine there for the next couple of hours at least." Eowyn nodded then took them both by the hand and led them to their table.
The food and wine was flowing and the song and merriment continued. Finally Theoden rose from his chair and struck goblet to cease the music and get everyone's attention.
"Dear people of Rohan," he began. "Our lands have prospered for many years and we have grown strong and wise. Great evil draws near us and I seek only to preserve what is good and wholesome." He paused and looked about the room.
"In two days we make for Helm's Deep, and there we will be safe. Our beauty and heritage preserved. I ask you now for strength and perseverance and honour for that is what your king will show you. Rohan will survive, Rohan will win. May the forces of our enemy break upon us like water on rock and there let them feel the wrath of the horse Lords'." His voice grew stronger and all ears headed his word.
"Together, united, we will be strong, we will not falter, we will not yield, as one, friends of old and those that are new, we will triumph."
A resound of cheers filled the room and as Theoden drank deeply from his glass the rest of the company followed, and song and conversation and laughter broke out again. Andrew stuck his head up for only a second at the raucous then it fell again back into his apple and cheese.
Buffy looked up and saw Aragorn walk through the front doors and descend the stair.
"Hey mind my seat," she said
Faith only half hearing replied "Yeah, yeah B," as she was swept up in a recount of the battle at Amon Hen, told animatedly by Gimli. Buffy went quickly from the hall into the black evening leaving the sounds of the gathering behind.
Darkness surrounded her. Her soft shoes noiselessly taking each step inturn. Buffy glanced quickly one way then the other searching for Aragorn. The sounds of the feast were nothing but a blissful humming. But for this and the rustle of wind over tree and grass, and the collective choir of crickets, all else was silent.
Buffy realised that Aragorn wished not to be found and was about to give up when the sound of a deep mans voice came to her on the cool night breeze. She did not understand the words but it filled her with an emotion she had not had in many years. It stirred her and she did not like this. With a sniff of composure she followed it.
As buffy past a large stone wall she was greeted by the form of Aragorn. He sat on a great grassy hill in the shadow of a tall beech tree, for the moon was bright above them. Every so often Buffy caught a flash of burning red and the smell of pipe weed filled her Slayer senses. She composed herself and walked forward.
She expected Aragorn to turn but he did not. She sat beside him, though difficultly as of her dress.
"That's nice," she said "What is it?"
The song ceased
"Tis the Lay of Luthien. I found myself now singing it often."
"What is it about?"
Aragorn hesitated then took a great puff of his pipe
"Luthien was an elf maiden who gave her heart to Beren, a mortal. Her father forbid their love and set him what he thought an impossible task to prove Beren's love for his daughter. The Lady Luthien however would not leave him to it and followed him to the depths of their greatest enemie's fortress. They both escaped but it was not to be."
"What happened to her?" Buffy asked, though she thought that she already knew the answer.
"She died," he said.
At this he took up the song again and Buffy sat for a time simply listening. She felt every stabbing note. A tear fell down her cheek and she swiftly wiped it away. Finally the song finished and Aragorn lay back on the grass, hands on his chest. Buffy joined him.
"Earendil Peredhil," [Earendil Half-Elven] he spoke softly to the heavens "Reveal my path and guide my way."
"Much with the Elvish aren't you," Buffy spoke. Aragorn lay silent. She thought better of humour and spoke commander to commander
"Are you happy with the king's decision to leave?"
Aragorn sighed
"It is not my place to make the king's decision. Though I fear for him, I fear for his people. They may seek refuge in mortar and stone, yet is that what they truly need?"
"Your friends are with you Aragorn," she spoke.
He turned his head to look into her eyes. They were deep and dark and for a moment they were lost in each other.
"You must believe that. We will follow you to whatever end. I know," Buffy started again, her tones hurt and sad "What it's like to lead. Always wondering if you have made the right decision, always wishing the people's fates didn't lie with you. But that's the thing Aragorn, we were chosen. Whether by destiny or chance, or the designs of others, we are the ones, the only ones that can make these decisions." A faint smile creased his lips
"You are wise beyond your years Buffy Summers."
"Buffy? Lord Aragorn?"
Both sat up in shock. Eowyn stood behind them.
"The king asks for you my Lord."
Aragorn stood and Buffy also.
"Thankyou my Lady," Aragorn said and left the two women together
"Nice guy Aragorn," Buffy said to Eowyn
"You should not stay here alone my Lady, who knows what may be happening in the darkness." Buffy caught a bitterness in her words.
They walked silently back up the path to the hall. As they entered Eowyn walked off into an adjacent chamber without a parting word. Buffy was wondering what was wrong and was about to follow when Faith called to her.
"Hey B!" she screamed across the hall "C'mon, I'm teaching the Dwarf drinking games."
Buffy walked over and sat down. Gimli was swaying a little and had a very red face. He let out a great burp and took another deep drink from his goblet.
"A fine maiden you are Faith, and what's more, you can handle your ale." He let out a resounding laugh and hit her on the back. Faith beamed and turned to Buffy
"Hey B, have a beer."
***
The next day dawned bright and cold. In the west great clouds were gathering high into the heavens, dark and wrathful. The Slayers took this chance to sleep in as they knew they journey the following day would be long and tiresome.
The sun was high before they moved. Most surprising was that Eowyn had not roused them much earlier.
"Is something up with her B?" Faith asked a little concerned at her sudden non-appearance. "After you got back last night she just walked off."
"Its weird," Buffy said thinking hard of the night before. "She came and Aragorn and I. I. Oh god." Buffy was struck with a sudden realisation
"What?" Faith asked highly confused
Buffy began to explain hurriedly
"She likes him, and I was outside with him last night, and she must have thought." Buffy trailed off. Faith smiled
"She thought you and him were getting busy." Buffy did not feel well
"Settle B, easy solved, just find her and explain."
Buffy agreed and leaving Andrew snoring in bed they set out.
The Slayers looked throughout the hall yet did not find her. The day had become dark as they descended the steps of Meduseld. Still, from that height they could not see her on the lands below. They followed many paths to no avail. Finally the two came to the hill Buffy was on the night before. Legolas and Gimli sat there.
"Legolas, Gimli," Faith called "You seen Eowyn?"
"No my Lady," Legolas returned "We have not." The two slayers walked up to them.
Gimli had his axes before him and was sharpening each inturn. Faith sighed in amazement
"These are great axes"
"Indeed Faith they are," He said with great pried "They were crafted on the anvils of the Lonely Mountain by the most gifted of Dain's folk." He lifted his double edged axe and it shone even in the greying day.
"Dwarves pride themselves in the crafting and wielding of such weapons. There are none who can match it."
"May I?" Faith asked uncharacteristically, motioning towards one of his side blades.
"Indeed my Lady, but I must tell you they are not light and can be tricky to handle but for the most skilled."
Faith bent down and picked up the axe. She stroked the blade admiring the work. Raising it, she spun it about her head with ease. Gimli sat silent, transfixed on her fluid movements. She spun several times, striking out with great strength and precision. Finally she turned facing the bottom of the hill closest to town. She let the axe fly from her hand. It cart wheeled through the air before sinking deeply into a lone wooden barrel at the bottom of the grassy incline. Faith grinned at the Dwarf. Gimli sat opened mouthed, looking at first to Faith then to the axe yards away then back again.
"Lady Faith," he began finally "Would you do me the greatest honour of accepting that axe to wield as your weapon?"
Faith looked shocked
"Never have I seen such natural skill. If you accept it, it would be a gift to me near equalling the hair of the Lady of the Galadhrim."
Faith didn't need to consider it. The Slayers had not had given to them any weapons and she could not have asked for one better. She speedily ran down the hill to retrieve it then returned smiling broadly.
"Gimli man," she said "I would be honoured."
"Thankyou, thankyou," he cried raising to his feet and grasping her arm
Legolas turned to Buffy
"There now is sealed a great friendship that will last through all the ages."
"You think?" she said smiling at him. "Okay, break it up you two," she called as the Dwarf and Slayer stood comparing and teaching each others styles and manoeuvres.
Legolas looked to the sky
"The heavens shall soon open," he told the others "We should return to the great hall."
With much grumbling from Gimli they agreed.
As they entered the great doors Buffy caught sight of Eowyn. The four went to walk over to her, though suddenly Aragorn entered. Legolas and Gimli made to continue but each Slayer grabbed one by the arm. Their attention was glued to the happenings and did not want them interrupted.
"C'mon," Faith whispered "Lets get closer."
The elf and Slayers walked as shadow however Gimli was managing a great deal of scuffling.
"Gimli, do you have to walk so loudly?" Buffy said. She had the impression that Legolas was beaming behind her.
The four stopped just as Eowyn unsheathed a sword from an antique chest on the opposite side of the hall. Eowyn moved and wielded it so gracefully it was as though the sword was an extension of her own being. Aragorn drew the Elven dagger from his side and blocked a swift stroke of the maidens. The Slayers waited with baited breath.
"You have some skill with a blade," they heard Aragorn say. Eowyn knocked his dagger away and held her weapon close to his throat.
"Nice on," Faith said to herself.
Eowyn's anger and surprise fell and she walked to the chest to re-sheathe it.
"The women of this country learned long ago, that those without swords can still die upon them."
"Too true," growled Gimli.
"Shh," hissed Buffy and hit him on the arm.
"I fear neither pain nor death," Eowyn continued
Aragorn now spoke
"What do you fear my Lady?"
"A cage," replied Eowyn "To be held behind bars till use and old age accepts them. And all chance of valour has gone beyond recall or desire."
They looked deep into each other
"You are a daughter of kings," said Aragorn "A shield maiden of Rohan, I do not think that will be your fate."
He bowed to her and left the hall.
"That was deep."
Faith jumped.
"Jeeze Andrew! Where did you come from?"
He shrugged and answered
"I was going for breakfast and saw you here, I was just wondering what you were doing."
"Can you believe him B?... B?" Faith and the others looked around. Buffy was not there.
"He's right you know. You are good with a sword."
A pit opened in Faith's stomach. They all turned to see Buffy walking out into the open towards Eowyn.
"This won't turn out well," said Faith.
Eowyn, shocked at the sudden appearance of the Slayer unsheathed the sword again. She looked at it and smiled then threw it to buffy who caught it easily. Eowyn reached into the chest and withdrew another, the same size and shape.
"These swords my father gave to my brother and I," said Eowyn "Let us see if you are fit to wield one."
Faith couldn't let this happen and neither it seemed could the elf or dwarf.
"Eowyn!" they called to her.
She shot them a deadly glance and turned back to face Buffy. Silence filled the room. Not even the rain falling outside could break the deafening quiet. Eowyn bowed slightly to Buffy. Andrew gulped.
Eowyn charged striking at Buffy with all her might. Buffy met each blow with her sword. She was however caught off guard at her opponent's strength and was forced backwards. The ring of clashing metal filled the entire hall. Eowyn's anger grew and her motions became swifter. Even buffy being highly experienced in sword battle found it hard to challenge Eowyn's rage.
Eowyn struck quickly again but as soon as Buffy stoppered the blow, her sword was swept from her hand and it slid to the other end of the hall. She stood surprised and Eowyn struck out with her fist hitting Buffy hard in the face causing her to stumble. Eowyn charged again but Buffy knew she had to stop her.
She ducked under Eowyn's sword stroke and ran to her own weapon lying on the cold stone. She lifted it and went on the offensive. The Slayer now struck out with all her power and Eowyn was quickly weakened. Her legs began to fail under the onslaught of Buffy and soon weariness overcame her. Eowyn's sword splintered under the Slayer's last blow and she was knocked to the floor breathless.
"Nothing happened Okay!" Buffy screamed. "I have my own brunette hottie at home, I don't want this one. And anyway," Buffy quietened and gave her hand to lift Eowyn from the ground "I wouldn't do that."
Only the women in the room understood. All the men were confused
"Do what?" hissed Andrew to Faith. She simply tripped him over to the laughter of Legolas and Gimli.
Buffy gazed into Eowyn's deep blue eyes and they understood each other. Buffy held the blade of her sword and presented the hilt to Eowyn.
"Here," she said
"No," Eowyn returned "You have proven your worth and honour." She smiled at the Slayer "It is yours."
"Thanks," said Buffy "It is beautiful."
"May it serve you well," said Eowyn.
***
The day arrived for Edoras to spill from its walls. The great host wound its way between hill and glen as it went forth, North West for Helm's Deep. The company went slowly, for though they were only laden with light burdens, many elderly and young children were among them. A light mist hung upon the ground still when half the inhabitants had left. Theoden came before the Slayers and Andrew as they waited at the gates for the rest of their companions.
"Who knows what paths we may have to tread from here," he said "Whether near or far. For this reason I give these gifts to you now."
He gave a high whistle and two horses came forward.
"Ladies Buffy and Faith, I give these steeds to you. May they bring you swiftly and safely from all your journeys."
He called Hama his Doorward, who came forth with two bows and two quivers stocked with dark feathered arrows.
"Sword and axe you already have," Theoden said "Of finest make and ancestry there is, but to you also I have these. May their shots be long and true."
Buffy and faith accepted them with a bow.
Theoden made to walk off and Andrew gave a little purposeful cough. Theoden looked to him and Andrew smiled broadly.
"Eh," Theoden began "Yes. Andrew. You shall be walking. We cannot spare the horses."
Andrew's face fell and his lip trembled
"Although," Theoden added "It is true that all should be able to defend themselves."
Theoden called to Hama again who passed him a small sheathe. Theoden handed this Andrew. He slid the short sword from its housing and looked at it in awe. It burned as the sun yet was cold as ice to the touch. Andrew bowed low and Theoden gave an apprehensive look before mounting his horse and riding to the front of the column. Faith turned to Buffy
"I don't think Andrew with weapons is a good thing."
"Look at it like this," said Buffy "It's not a spear or a bow so he'll only be able to stab himself with it this way."
Legolas, Gimli and Aragorn rode up beside them. Only a few were left in the city.
"It needs a name," said Andrew still transfixed "Something Elvish I think, Legolas?"
"Maybe Culkhelek," said the elf "Golden ice, in the common tongue."
"Culkhelek," Andrew repeated raising the short sword high above his head "I like it."
Buffy and Faith had mounted their horses and were about to ride to meet Theoden when Buffy took pity on Andrew.
"C'mon," she groaned, giving him her had to be hoisted behind her. "I better keep and eye on you, and anyway, if I let you walk and you ended up getting lost, who would we make fun of?"
Andrew now sat comfortably as possible behind her, setting Culkhelek at his side.
"By the way," she added "Hug me or start singing and I will throw you off at full gallop."
***
The last pinks of sunset retreated over the Misty Mountains when the company came to rest. The waxing moon sung brightly above them in the clear spring sky. A gentle refreshing breeze came over the White Mountains to the south.
As light died fires were lit both in the camp and the surrounds. Now the host were in the wild, all care needed to be taken. Theoden sat by a large fire near the edge of the gathering. Aragorn, Gimli, Legolas, Buffy and Faith were with him. Eowyn and Andrew were off tending to the people.
"We must set off with all speed tomorrow at first light," said Theoden "The enemy by now must know of our flight and will not sit idle. They will come swift and savage as a storm. We must reach the Deep before they come"
"I agree," said Aragorn "Saruman will strike soon now his servant has returned to him." He looked north "We may only hope Gandalf has succeeded."
***
As the first light hit the company they set out. Many leagues they still had to travel and time was running short. Legolas began to become wary and took to scouting ahead of the company. Most of the others however walked or rode contently for now talking much. Eowyn and Aragorn spoke long. Though the Slayers knew not of what they spoke they guess as to the topic.
"They're so cute," said Buffy to Faith "Just like puppies."
"Don't go getting soft on me B," said Faith "Or it won't be just Eowyn smacking you down."
Legolas returned to report to Aragorn and Theoden, though there was not much to tell.
"We come upon a ridge," said Legolas "Then over it a wide valley opens before another incline." He looked worried "My heart is troubled."
The Slayers caught up to them
"Hey Legolas," Faith said slyly "If you're worried, I'll come scouting with you. I am up for some re-con, give us a chance to be alone."
With a faint smile Legolas turned.
"Catch you up," yelled Buffy as the two retreated up the incline.
Gamling and Hama had gone with them and ridden a little ahead, going for a moment from sight. Faith stopped and closed her eyes, halting Legolas as well.
"You hear that?" she asked Legolas
"Indeed," he replied.
The two sped off after Hama and Gamling. As they met them cries erupted as warg and orc rider stormed upon the men. Hama was slain in the jaws of the beast and the enemy had now turned upon Gamling.
"Gamling!" Legolas and Faith roared.
The two drew their bows as one and swift as eagles fitted the arrows. They took aim and released, the arrows smiting the warg deep in the throat. The orc was thrown from the foul wolf and growled as Faith bore down upon him. She drew her axe and cleft the orc's skull, its black blood spraying the grass. She ripped the axe out and turned to look behind her
Aragorn appeared over the hill
"A scout," Legolas called back to him
Aragorn retreated for reinforcements, but Faith was already off in the opposite direction.
"Faith," Legolas called after her and flew to her side.
They reached the summit of the next incline and looked into the distance. No less then fifty wargs with riders came at them. Legolas looked shocked but Faith looked welcomingly at the enemy.
She put her hand behind her to her quiver, and drawing another arrow fitted it to her bow. She let it fly. It struck a warg bringing it down crushing its rider beneath. Legolas followd her lead. Soon the sky was dotted with arrows as their bows sung. They had taken down ten riders when sounds like thunder rose behind them as a host of the king's guard rode forth. They both loosed another shot each before being swept up.
Faith leapt to her horse guided by Buffy, while Legolas, grabbing the harness of Arod, flew in front of his Dwarven friend. The host charged into the beasts. The yells of men and the drawing of their swords were met by the shrill and disgusting cries of the orcs and the howls of their beasts in their foul language. The two sides met in a blow of swords and blood.
The impact threw Gimli from Arod and seeing this Faith leapt from her own steed and flew to his side. She drew her axe and stood at his back, many wolf and rider coming upon them.
"Now let our axes bight at their flesh," growled Gimli.
"Let's do this thing," Faith agreed.
Warg and rider fell at their feet. Their strokes were strong and true. They cleft head and form, staining the ground dark with the bodies of their enemy. Gimli cheered at each stroke he took that brought death to a foe.
Faith replaced axe for bow and sent three arrows simultaneously into the skulls of orc riders. They fell crippled and destroyed from their hounds. Legolas rode about, his bow twanging, bringing swift death to the beasts near and far. Aragorn and Buffy were together, fairing well with swords blazing.
A wolf came upon Aragorn. Faith saw it and let fly an arrow. Its aim was true, striking it in the heart, though Aragorn was knocked from Hasufel.
"Aragorn," she cried running to him. Gimli was distracted by orcs on foot. She came to Aragorn's side, drawing her axe as another wolf bore down on them. Aragorn and Faith leapt upon it seizing the rains and rider. Aragorn smote the orc with his Elven dagger and threw him from the dark saddle. Faith went to jump off but she felt a searing heat in her right shoulder.
"AHH!" she screamed as the orc arrow went deep into her
"Faith," Aragorn cried reaching for her
"Aragorn, Faith!" they heard Buffy scream behind them.
Looking up they saw a cliff rising in front of them. It was too late. The warg skidded to the edge of the stone precipes and fell over. Aragorn and Faith were gone.
Buffy raced to the edge and looked down. A deluge of water flowed under her and there was no sign of her friends. She sunk to her knees and her sword fell beside her. Legolas came to her
"Buffy, what is it?"
She sat silent looking into the brown, green water.
"Buffy," he prompted again placing a gentle hand on her shoulder
"They fell," she said, the words choking in her throat.
A terrible laugh came from behind them
"Your friends take a little tumble off the cliff?" the orc rider jested
Buffy rose, fury taking her. She walked to the orc and plunged her sword deep into its chest. A glimmer of white light caught Legolas' eye as Gimli and Theoden came to their side. He bent down and pulled a brooch from the evil hand.
"The Evenstar pendant," he whispered, the realisation of who fell hitting him.
Gimli was in a terrible state, despairing as he held Faith's axe limply in his hand
"I found it," he said "On the ground. There is no sign of Lady Faith."
Buffy looked up at them, tears streaming her face. She felt lost, helpless. She knew there were casualties in battle. However, she never thought it would be Faith and Aragorn. The Slayer and the King.
The sixth day after their first meeting with Theoden, the Slayers and Andrew were left to their own devices once more. Winter was quickening to spring though a chill breeze still stung their faces.
"Ohh," Andrew grumbled with an expression of sickness "Too much dairy product."
"Man," Faith returned to him "I have not eaten as much cheese in my life as you have in this past week."
Andrew simply fell silent and rubbed his stomach grimacing
In the bright midday sun the Slayers could see greatly into the lands beyond. The pale, grassy planes and dark, ice-topped mountains whispered to them in the distance. Like a streak of lightening horse and rider, brilliant white, shot out of the stables in front of them and sped north from the city gates. Soon the figure was nothing more then wind on the horizon.
From the stables now came Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli looking awash with both fear and distant hope.
"Where's Gandalf going?" asked Buffy failing to hide her concern
"Oh," Aragorn said as though breaking from dream. "My Ladies, my Lord," now composing himself "Gandalf set out to find the banished Rohirrim, the last foul deed of Wormtongue before he too was banished. I do fear however, he and his master shall still send even greater evil against us." Aragorn let out a great sigh.
"Without the riders of Rohan, these people have little hope, even in the great fortress."
"The poor things," Andrew said with genuine concern.
"Aye," agreed Gimli "But they flee to the mountains when they should stand and fight."
"Hey, I thought Dwarves liked mountains," Faith shot at him. Gimli was lost for words. At this Legolas laughed out loud
"Elves laugh now do they?" Faith grinned to him. Legolas too fell silent.
"When need arises," Aragorn added, bemused at Faith's joking, showing her a small smile.
Together now the six walked talking much of travels and adventures, slaying of beasts and of their own distant lands.
"So this one time at the docks," Faith informed them "We were surrounded by vamps and our Lady B here, was about to be lunch. Long story short, I saved her butt."
"It was marginal," Buffy said trying to save face. "It was all tactics. Try to make them think I'm all blonde and helpless then introduce them to Mr Pointy. Anyway," Buffy finished "I had to make you feel needed."
Both Slayers laughed. Their constant bickering was quickly becoming a source of fun rather then the beginnings of a Slayer Royale.
Aragorn looked into the sky.
"The sun is westering. I must now go to the king and make ready for our departure. Tonight we will have the last great feast, then tomorrow make sure all the preparations are completed. The next morn we make our move." With that he turned and made for Meduseld.
"Yo Aragorn," Faith called after him. He turned to face her. "Don't look so happy." Aragorn smiled and bowed then continued to his destination.
***
Great Oak tables were arrayed with all the fare that Rohan could provide. Wild boar, pheasant and many other meats were laid out before them. To accompany, there was bread and fruit, and cakes and soup, and many jugs filled with the finest wine of Theoden's cellars.
Buffy and Faith entered into the great hall where the highest Lords and Ladies of Rohan were seated. A sweet music was playing as the two walked towards Eowyn, highly uncomfortable, as they once again were in some of her finest dresses. Eowyn met them with a contented smile.
"My Ladies you indeed look beautiful."
"Right back at you," Faith added.
"Not like I care," said Buffy "But have you seen Andrew?"
Eowyn frowned slightly.
"Yes Buffy I have." She turned to look at the kings table.
The Slayers followed her gaze. Legolas and Gimli were seated there, but Andrew however was passed out, his head resting in his plate of food.
"He arrived here some hours ago and began to drink mead with Lord Gimli." Eowyn's frown faltered slightly. "Dwarves are known for their resilience, it seems however Andrew is not."
The Slayers shook their heads
"Oh well," said Faith "He'll be fine there for the next couple of hours at least." Eowyn nodded then took them both by the hand and led them to their table.
The food and wine was flowing and the song and merriment continued. Finally Theoden rose from his chair and struck goblet to cease the music and get everyone's attention.
"Dear people of Rohan," he began. "Our lands have prospered for many years and we have grown strong and wise. Great evil draws near us and I seek only to preserve what is good and wholesome." He paused and looked about the room.
"In two days we make for Helm's Deep, and there we will be safe. Our beauty and heritage preserved. I ask you now for strength and perseverance and honour for that is what your king will show you. Rohan will survive, Rohan will win. May the forces of our enemy break upon us like water on rock and there let them feel the wrath of the horse Lords'." His voice grew stronger and all ears headed his word.
"Together, united, we will be strong, we will not falter, we will not yield, as one, friends of old and those that are new, we will triumph."
A resound of cheers filled the room and as Theoden drank deeply from his glass the rest of the company followed, and song and conversation and laughter broke out again. Andrew stuck his head up for only a second at the raucous then it fell again back into his apple and cheese.
Buffy looked up and saw Aragorn walk through the front doors and descend the stair.
"Hey mind my seat," she said
Faith only half hearing replied "Yeah, yeah B," as she was swept up in a recount of the battle at Amon Hen, told animatedly by Gimli. Buffy went quickly from the hall into the black evening leaving the sounds of the gathering behind.
Darkness surrounded her. Her soft shoes noiselessly taking each step inturn. Buffy glanced quickly one way then the other searching for Aragorn. The sounds of the feast were nothing but a blissful humming. But for this and the rustle of wind over tree and grass, and the collective choir of crickets, all else was silent.
Buffy realised that Aragorn wished not to be found and was about to give up when the sound of a deep mans voice came to her on the cool night breeze. She did not understand the words but it filled her with an emotion she had not had in many years. It stirred her and she did not like this. With a sniff of composure she followed it.
As buffy past a large stone wall she was greeted by the form of Aragorn. He sat on a great grassy hill in the shadow of a tall beech tree, for the moon was bright above them. Every so often Buffy caught a flash of burning red and the smell of pipe weed filled her Slayer senses. She composed herself and walked forward.
She expected Aragorn to turn but he did not. She sat beside him, though difficultly as of her dress.
"That's nice," she said "What is it?"
The song ceased
"Tis the Lay of Luthien. I found myself now singing it often."
"What is it about?"
Aragorn hesitated then took a great puff of his pipe
"Luthien was an elf maiden who gave her heart to Beren, a mortal. Her father forbid their love and set him what he thought an impossible task to prove Beren's love for his daughter. The Lady Luthien however would not leave him to it and followed him to the depths of their greatest enemie's fortress. They both escaped but it was not to be."
"What happened to her?" Buffy asked, though she thought that she already knew the answer.
"She died," he said.
At this he took up the song again and Buffy sat for a time simply listening. She felt every stabbing note. A tear fell down her cheek and she swiftly wiped it away. Finally the song finished and Aragorn lay back on the grass, hands on his chest. Buffy joined him.
"Earendil Peredhil," [Earendil Half-Elven] he spoke softly to the heavens "Reveal my path and guide my way."
"Much with the Elvish aren't you," Buffy spoke. Aragorn lay silent. She thought better of humour and spoke commander to commander
"Are you happy with the king's decision to leave?"
Aragorn sighed
"It is not my place to make the king's decision. Though I fear for him, I fear for his people. They may seek refuge in mortar and stone, yet is that what they truly need?"
"Your friends are with you Aragorn," she spoke.
He turned his head to look into her eyes. They were deep and dark and for a moment they were lost in each other.
"You must believe that. We will follow you to whatever end. I know," Buffy started again, her tones hurt and sad "What it's like to lead. Always wondering if you have made the right decision, always wishing the people's fates didn't lie with you. But that's the thing Aragorn, we were chosen. Whether by destiny or chance, or the designs of others, we are the ones, the only ones that can make these decisions." A faint smile creased his lips
"You are wise beyond your years Buffy Summers."
"Buffy? Lord Aragorn?"
Both sat up in shock. Eowyn stood behind them.
"The king asks for you my Lord."
Aragorn stood and Buffy also.
"Thankyou my Lady," Aragorn said and left the two women together
"Nice guy Aragorn," Buffy said to Eowyn
"You should not stay here alone my Lady, who knows what may be happening in the darkness." Buffy caught a bitterness in her words.
They walked silently back up the path to the hall. As they entered Eowyn walked off into an adjacent chamber without a parting word. Buffy was wondering what was wrong and was about to follow when Faith called to her.
"Hey B!" she screamed across the hall "C'mon, I'm teaching the Dwarf drinking games."
Buffy walked over and sat down. Gimli was swaying a little and had a very red face. He let out a great burp and took another deep drink from his goblet.
"A fine maiden you are Faith, and what's more, you can handle your ale." He let out a resounding laugh and hit her on the back. Faith beamed and turned to Buffy
"Hey B, have a beer."
***
The next day dawned bright and cold. In the west great clouds were gathering high into the heavens, dark and wrathful. The Slayers took this chance to sleep in as they knew they journey the following day would be long and tiresome.
The sun was high before they moved. Most surprising was that Eowyn had not roused them much earlier.
"Is something up with her B?" Faith asked a little concerned at her sudden non-appearance. "After you got back last night she just walked off."
"Its weird," Buffy said thinking hard of the night before. "She came and Aragorn and I. I. Oh god." Buffy was struck with a sudden realisation
"What?" Faith asked highly confused
Buffy began to explain hurriedly
"She likes him, and I was outside with him last night, and she must have thought." Buffy trailed off. Faith smiled
"She thought you and him were getting busy." Buffy did not feel well
"Settle B, easy solved, just find her and explain."
Buffy agreed and leaving Andrew snoring in bed they set out.
The Slayers looked throughout the hall yet did not find her. The day had become dark as they descended the steps of Meduseld. Still, from that height they could not see her on the lands below. They followed many paths to no avail. Finally the two came to the hill Buffy was on the night before. Legolas and Gimli sat there.
"Legolas, Gimli," Faith called "You seen Eowyn?"
"No my Lady," Legolas returned "We have not." The two slayers walked up to them.
Gimli had his axes before him and was sharpening each inturn. Faith sighed in amazement
"These are great axes"
"Indeed Faith they are," He said with great pried "They were crafted on the anvils of the Lonely Mountain by the most gifted of Dain's folk." He lifted his double edged axe and it shone even in the greying day.
"Dwarves pride themselves in the crafting and wielding of such weapons. There are none who can match it."
"May I?" Faith asked uncharacteristically, motioning towards one of his side blades.
"Indeed my Lady, but I must tell you they are not light and can be tricky to handle but for the most skilled."
Faith bent down and picked up the axe. She stroked the blade admiring the work. Raising it, she spun it about her head with ease. Gimli sat silent, transfixed on her fluid movements. She spun several times, striking out with great strength and precision. Finally she turned facing the bottom of the hill closest to town. She let the axe fly from her hand. It cart wheeled through the air before sinking deeply into a lone wooden barrel at the bottom of the grassy incline. Faith grinned at the Dwarf. Gimli sat opened mouthed, looking at first to Faith then to the axe yards away then back again.
"Lady Faith," he began finally "Would you do me the greatest honour of accepting that axe to wield as your weapon?"
Faith looked shocked
"Never have I seen such natural skill. If you accept it, it would be a gift to me near equalling the hair of the Lady of the Galadhrim."
Faith didn't need to consider it. The Slayers had not had given to them any weapons and she could not have asked for one better. She speedily ran down the hill to retrieve it then returned smiling broadly.
"Gimli man," she said "I would be honoured."
"Thankyou, thankyou," he cried raising to his feet and grasping her arm
Legolas turned to Buffy
"There now is sealed a great friendship that will last through all the ages."
"You think?" she said smiling at him. "Okay, break it up you two," she called as the Dwarf and Slayer stood comparing and teaching each others styles and manoeuvres.
Legolas looked to the sky
"The heavens shall soon open," he told the others "We should return to the great hall."
With much grumbling from Gimli they agreed.
As they entered the great doors Buffy caught sight of Eowyn. The four went to walk over to her, though suddenly Aragorn entered. Legolas and Gimli made to continue but each Slayer grabbed one by the arm. Their attention was glued to the happenings and did not want them interrupted.
"C'mon," Faith whispered "Lets get closer."
The elf and Slayers walked as shadow however Gimli was managing a great deal of scuffling.
"Gimli, do you have to walk so loudly?" Buffy said. She had the impression that Legolas was beaming behind her.
The four stopped just as Eowyn unsheathed a sword from an antique chest on the opposite side of the hall. Eowyn moved and wielded it so gracefully it was as though the sword was an extension of her own being. Aragorn drew the Elven dagger from his side and blocked a swift stroke of the maidens. The Slayers waited with baited breath.
"You have some skill with a blade," they heard Aragorn say. Eowyn knocked his dagger away and held her weapon close to his throat.
"Nice on," Faith said to herself.
Eowyn's anger and surprise fell and she walked to the chest to re-sheathe it.
"The women of this country learned long ago, that those without swords can still die upon them."
"Too true," growled Gimli.
"Shh," hissed Buffy and hit him on the arm.
"I fear neither pain nor death," Eowyn continued
Aragorn now spoke
"What do you fear my Lady?"
"A cage," replied Eowyn "To be held behind bars till use and old age accepts them. And all chance of valour has gone beyond recall or desire."
They looked deep into each other
"You are a daughter of kings," said Aragorn "A shield maiden of Rohan, I do not think that will be your fate."
He bowed to her and left the hall.
"That was deep."
Faith jumped.
"Jeeze Andrew! Where did you come from?"
He shrugged and answered
"I was going for breakfast and saw you here, I was just wondering what you were doing."
"Can you believe him B?... B?" Faith and the others looked around. Buffy was not there.
"He's right you know. You are good with a sword."
A pit opened in Faith's stomach. They all turned to see Buffy walking out into the open towards Eowyn.
"This won't turn out well," said Faith.
Eowyn, shocked at the sudden appearance of the Slayer unsheathed the sword again. She looked at it and smiled then threw it to buffy who caught it easily. Eowyn reached into the chest and withdrew another, the same size and shape.
"These swords my father gave to my brother and I," said Eowyn "Let us see if you are fit to wield one."
Faith couldn't let this happen and neither it seemed could the elf or dwarf.
"Eowyn!" they called to her.
She shot them a deadly glance and turned back to face Buffy. Silence filled the room. Not even the rain falling outside could break the deafening quiet. Eowyn bowed slightly to Buffy. Andrew gulped.
Eowyn charged striking at Buffy with all her might. Buffy met each blow with her sword. She was however caught off guard at her opponent's strength and was forced backwards. The ring of clashing metal filled the entire hall. Eowyn's anger grew and her motions became swifter. Even buffy being highly experienced in sword battle found it hard to challenge Eowyn's rage.
Eowyn struck quickly again but as soon as Buffy stoppered the blow, her sword was swept from her hand and it slid to the other end of the hall. She stood surprised and Eowyn struck out with her fist hitting Buffy hard in the face causing her to stumble. Eowyn charged again but Buffy knew she had to stop her.
She ducked under Eowyn's sword stroke and ran to her own weapon lying on the cold stone. She lifted it and went on the offensive. The Slayer now struck out with all her power and Eowyn was quickly weakened. Her legs began to fail under the onslaught of Buffy and soon weariness overcame her. Eowyn's sword splintered under the Slayer's last blow and she was knocked to the floor breathless.
"Nothing happened Okay!" Buffy screamed. "I have my own brunette hottie at home, I don't want this one. And anyway," Buffy quietened and gave her hand to lift Eowyn from the ground "I wouldn't do that."
Only the women in the room understood. All the men were confused
"Do what?" hissed Andrew to Faith. She simply tripped him over to the laughter of Legolas and Gimli.
Buffy gazed into Eowyn's deep blue eyes and they understood each other. Buffy held the blade of her sword and presented the hilt to Eowyn.
"Here," she said
"No," Eowyn returned "You have proven your worth and honour." She smiled at the Slayer "It is yours."
"Thanks," said Buffy "It is beautiful."
"May it serve you well," said Eowyn.
***
The day arrived for Edoras to spill from its walls. The great host wound its way between hill and glen as it went forth, North West for Helm's Deep. The company went slowly, for though they were only laden with light burdens, many elderly and young children were among them. A light mist hung upon the ground still when half the inhabitants had left. Theoden came before the Slayers and Andrew as they waited at the gates for the rest of their companions.
"Who knows what paths we may have to tread from here," he said "Whether near or far. For this reason I give these gifts to you now."
He gave a high whistle and two horses came forward.
"Ladies Buffy and Faith, I give these steeds to you. May they bring you swiftly and safely from all your journeys."
He called Hama his Doorward, who came forth with two bows and two quivers stocked with dark feathered arrows.
"Sword and axe you already have," Theoden said "Of finest make and ancestry there is, but to you also I have these. May their shots be long and true."
Buffy and faith accepted them with a bow.
Theoden made to walk off and Andrew gave a little purposeful cough. Theoden looked to him and Andrew smiled broadly.
"Eh," Theoden began "Yes. Andrew. You shall be walking. We cannot spare the horses."
Andrew's face fell and his lip trembled
"Although," Theoden added "It is true that all should be able to defend themselves."
Theoden called to Hama again who passed him a small sheathe. Theoden handed this Andrew. He slid the short sword from its housing and looked at it in awe. It burned as the sun yet was cold as ice to the touch. Andrew bowed low and Theoden gave an apprehensive look before mounting his horse and riding to the front of the column. Faith turned to Buffy
"I don't think Andrew with weapons is a good thing."
"Look at it like this," said Buffy "It's not a spear or a bow so he'll only be able to stab himself with it this way."
Legolas, Gimli and Aragorn rode up beside them. Only a few were left in the city.
"It needs a name," said Andrew still transfixed "Something Elvish I think, Legolas?"
"Maybe Culkhelek," said the elf "Golden ice, in the common tongue."
"Culkhelek," Andrew repeated raising the short sword high above his head "I like it."
Buffy and Faith had mounted their horses and were about to ride to meet Theoden when Buffy took pity on Andrew.
"C'mon," she groaned, giving him her had to be hoisted behind her. "I better keep and eye on you, and anyway, if I let you walk and you ended up getting lost, who would we make fun of?"
Andrew now sat comfortably as possible behind her, setting Culkhelek at his side.
"By the way," she added "Hug me or start singing and I will throw you off at full gallop."
***
The last pinks of sunset retreated over the Misty Mountains when the company came to rest. The waxing moon sung brightly above them in the clear spring sky. A gentle refreshing breeze came over the White Mountains to the south.
As light died fires were lit both in the camp and the surrounds. Now the host were in the wild, all care needed to be taken. Theoden sat by a large fire near the edge of the gathering. Aragorn, Gimli, Legolas, Buffy and Faith were with him. Eowyn and Andrew were off tending to the people.
"We must set off with all speed tomorrow at first light," said Theoden "The enemy by now must know of our flight and will not sit idle. They will come swift and savage as a storm. We must reach the Deep before they come"
"I agree," said Aragorn "Saruman will strike soon now his servant has returned to him." He looked north "We may only hope Gandalf has succeeded."
***
As the first light hit the company they set out. Many leagues they still had to travel and time was running short. Legolas began to become wary and took to scouting ahead of the company. Most of the others however walked or rode contently for now talking much. Eowyn and Aragorn spoke long. Though the Slayers knew not of what they spoke they guess as to the topic.
"They're so cute," said Buffy to Faith "Just like puppies."
"Don't go getting soft on me B," said Faith "Or it won't be just Eowyn smacking you down."
Legolas returned to report to Aragorn and Theoden, though there was not much to tell.
"We come upon a ridge," said Legolas "Then over it a wide valley opens before another incline." He looked worried "My heart is troubled."
The Slayers caught up to them
"Hey Legolas," Faith said slyly "If you're worried, I'll come scouting with you. I am up for some re-con, give us a chance to be alone."
With a faint smile Legolas turned.
"Catch you up," yelled Buffy as the two retreated up the incline.
Gamling and Hama had gone with them and ridden a little ahead, going for a moment from sight. Faith stopped and closed her eyes, halting Legolas as well.
"You hear that?" she asked Legolas
"Indeed," he replied.
The two sped off after Hama and Gamling. As they met them cries erupted as warg and orc rider stormed upon the men. Hama was slain in the jaws of the beast and the enemy had now turned upon Gamling.
"Gamling!" Legolas and Faith roared.
The two drew their bows as one and swift as eagles fitted the arrows. They took aim and released, the arrows smiting the warg deep in the throat. The orc was thrown from the foul wolf and growled as Faith bore down upon him. She drew her axe and cleft the orc's skull, its black blood spraying the grass. She ripped the axe out and turned to look behind her
Aragorn appeared over the hill
"A scout," Legolas called back to him
Aragorn retreated for reinforcements, but Faith was already off in the opposite direction.
"Faith," Legolas called after her and flew to her side.
They reached the summit of the next incline and looked into the distance. No less then fifty wargs with riders came at them. Legolas looked shocked but Faith looked welcomingly at the enemy.
She put her hand behind her to her quiver, and drawing another arrow fitted it to her bow. She let it fly. It struck a warg bringing it down crushing its rider beneath. Legolas followd her lead. Soon the sky was dotted with arrows as their bows sung. They had taken down ten riders when sounds like thunder rose behind them as a host of the king's guard rode forth. They both loosed another shot each before being swept up.
Faith leapt to her horse guided by Buffy, while Legolas, grabbing the harness of Arod, flew in front of his Dwarven friend. The host charged into the beasts. The yells of men and the drawing of their swords were met by the shrill and disgusting cries of the orcs and the howls of their beasts in their foul language. The two sides met in a blow of swords and blood.
The impact threw Gimli from Arod and seeing this Faith leapt from her own steed and flew to his side. She drew her axe and stood at his back, many wolf and rider coming upon them.
"Now let our axes bight at their flesh," growled Gimli.
"Let's do this thing," Faith agreed.
Warg and rider fell at their feet. Their strokes were strong and true. They cleft head and form, staining the ground dark with the bodies of their enemy. Gimli cheered at each stroke he took that brought death to a foe.
Faith replaced axe for bow and sent three arrows simultaneously into the skulls of orc riders. They fell crippled and destroyed from their hounds. Legolas rode about, his bow twanging, bringing swift death to the beasts near and far. Aragorn and Buffy were together, fairing well with swords blazing.
A wolf came upon Aragorn. Faith saw it and let fly an arrow. Its aim was true, striking it in the heart, though Aragorn was knocked from Hasufel.
"Aragorn," she cried running to him. Gimli was distracted by orcs on foot. She came to Aragorn's side, drawing her axe as another wolf bore down on them. Aragorn and Faith leapt upon it seizing the rains and rider. Aragorn smote the orc with his Elven dagger and threw him from the dark saddle. Faith went to jump off but she felt a searing heat in her right shoulder.
"AHH!" she screamed as the orc arrow went deep into her
"Faith," Aragorn cried reaching for her
"Aragorn, Faith!" they heard Buffy scream behind them.
Looking up they saw a cliff rising in front of them. It was too late. The warg skidded to the edge of the stone precipes and fell over. Aragorn and Faith were gone.
Buffy raced to the edge and looked down. A deluge of water flowed under her and there was no sign of her friends. She sunk to her knees and her sword fell beside her. Legolas came to her
"Buffy, what is it?"
She sat silent looking into the brown, green water.
"Buffy," he prompted again placing a gentle hand on her shoulder
"They fell," she said, the words choking in her throat.
A terrible laugh came from behind them
"Your friends take a little tumble off the cliff?" the orc rider jested
Buffy rose, fury taking her. She walked to the orc and plunged her sword deep into its chest. A glimmer of white light caught Legolas' eye as Gimli and Theoden came to their side. He bent down and pulled a brooch from the evil hand.
"The Evenstar pendant," he whispered, the realisation of who fell hitting him.
Gimli was in a terrible state, despairing as he held Faith's axe limply in his hand
"I found it," he said "On the ground. There is no sign of Lady Faith."
Buffy looked up at them, tears streaming her face. She felt lost, helpless. She knew there were casualties in battle. However, she never thought it would be Faith and Aragorn. The Slayer and the King.