A sleepless night washed over the Slayers as they helped to tend the Elves. Gandalf, Theoden and Elrond sat long in council as the skies remained open and morning was still far off. Through the Deep's vast expanse bodies were scattered. Most had been moved into the Glittering Caves, finding comfort where they may, yet the warriors stood out on the harsh stone sheltering in worn stone grooves or under small jottings of rock. Faith shivered as her soaked earth hair hung limp about her shoulders.
"I'm f-freezing B," she said turning her chocolate eyes to the other Slayer "When's our break?"
Buffy sighed.
"No break, no sitting, no umbrella."
Buffy looked more downhearted then Faith did, he hands cramped with cold and water logged clothes sticking to her small form like ice.
They walked through the length of the Deep handing out damp bread and skins of water to those they met.
"We have water," said one soldier "And would do better for some meat," his eyes dancing over Faith.
Faith shook her head and gave a tired laugh. Buffy stopped her though.
"No hitting the exiles."
Buffy took a quarter of a loaf of dry bread and pushed it into his armoured chest before giving an indignant "Enjoy" and leading Faith off by the arm.
"I can't help it B," said Faith as they ascended a flight of echoing stairs "I have all this pent-up energy."
She stopped at the final step and looked upon an Elven warrior coming towards them.
"And there's a good release," she said raising an eyebrow. Buffy heartily agreed.
They passed countless Elves in shining armour and delicate silk, the Slayer's heads turning wistfully in all directions for prolonged glances at the troops of Rivendell. As their rasion bags emptied a familiar voice met their ears.
"Mae govannen [Well met], mae govannen, mae govannen."
Andrew stopped in front of the Slayers.
"Mae govannen ladies."
He stooped and gave out bread to an Elf with a hearty "Mae govannen" then looked back at Buffy and Faith.
"It means well met," he said "Legolas told me."
Faith looked at Buffy.
"I'll have to thank him," she said.
"Well, lots to do," Andrew continued and ran off through a dark inlet shouting "Mae gonannen" to each Elf as he went.
Buffy and Faith walked to the end of the alley and huddled in the blackness of a sheltered cove. Lightening creased the sky and tiny rivers of water fell from the shelf above them.
"Can we go inside now?" asked Faith as white vapour escaped her mouth.
Buffy agreed and the two ran with Slayer speed to the Glittering Caves.
A sudden warmth washed over them as the heat of many well tended fires met their skin. Women and children and the sick and injured dotted the cave. The two left sodden footprints on the golden rock as they looked for their friends. At an edge of the great caves Legolas and Gimli stood, the Dwarf pointing out the ancient formations in awe while the Elf fought back the urge to drift into sleep.
"Look at it Elf," said Gimli "I am very fortunate to see this place. It even shadows my home in the North."
Legolas stood transfixed, resting on his bow, looking to a point veiled in darkness.
"Hey guys," said Buffy.
Legolas stirred as one waking suddenly from slumber.
"Buffy, Faith, please, sit with us, tell us what is happening outside."
"Asleep! Asleep!" roared Gimli looking furiously at the Elf.
He growled something under his breath and stalked off to find food.
"Where is Aragorn?" asked Buffy looking throughout the countless beings.
"He is with Lady Arwen," said Legolas "Come, I will take you to him."
Legolas led the way through the caves. A pit of foreboding fell upon the Slayers as they looked about the cavern. Small children crying into their mother's shoulders, the old and sick tossing wearily under thin cloth blankets and the broken Elves lost to this world or else on the very edge of existence. They found Aragorn. He sat beside a dark haired Elf of ancient beauty. He cupped her hand in his and sung softly to the injured maiden. Even as they approached he was lost to them. He looked deep into Arwen, clinging to her, needing her to stay.
"Aragorn?" Buffy prompted.
"My Ladies," Aragorn replied breaking from his tune "Have the warriors been tended to so soon?"
The Slayers looked at each other. It had been over two hours since they left him in Theoden's chamber.
"Will Arwen be all right?" asked Faith.
Aragorn looked back to the Elf. She lay there, still and cold, her lips blue and her skin pale.
"Lord Elrond's skills are many and great," said Aragorn "Arwen shall recover."
Buffy sensed the convincing tones in his voice as though he was willing it to be so. As they stood around her, taking in her failing form Eowyn returned carrying a copper basin and a woollen wash cloth. She knelt beside the Elf and dabbed at her brow with the warm, water soaked fabric.
"My uncle calls for you all," said Eowyn looking to the group "They have laid their plans and seek your council."
All made to move except Aragorn. He sat resolutely next to his love. Eowyn looked at him, her eyes filed with remorse and pity. She rested her hand atop his and he met her comforting smile.
"I shall look after her my Lord."
Aragorn nodded sadly and got to his feet.
"Namaarie," [Farewell] he said to Arwen and followed the others toward the Hornburg.
The Elf, the man and the wizard sat sternly around a large, crafted, wooden table. Parchment and detailed maps littered its surface as well as tankards and the finished scraps of a hurried meal.
"Please sit," said Gandalf as they entered.
The Slayers, Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli took chairs about the others.
"As you know," said Gandalf "It is our intent to ride out for Isengard. The night is harsh yet I see tomorrow may bring hope to us."
"Well," said Faith "If you've made the decision why do you need us here now?"
Theoden cleared his throat.
"Gandalf and Lord Elrond intend to ride out at dawn toward the black tower. You are here Lady Faith so we may determine what path you intend to tread."
Faith gave a puzzled shrug.
"Never been to Isengard, is it nice this time of year?"
Buffy giggled and Gimli gave a muted cough. Gandalf however did not look amused.
"This is no matter for jest," he said "Dangers lie on either path and forces of the Two Towers may even now be closing in upon us."
Buffy's eyes darted to the door, more nervous habit then instinct of an attack. She gave a pleading look to Aragorn trying to descry from him the right answer.
"I intend to stay here," said Aragorn "I wish to stay with Arwen."
Elrond looked at the ranger.
"Your choice is noble Aragorn but do not let your judgement be hazed by matters you have little say in."
"You are right," intervened Gandalf "Your place is here Aragorn, as I deem is Legolas and Gimli's."
The Elf and Dwarf nodded their agreement.
"Well," said Theoden "What be your decision my Ladies?"
Faith shrugged again.
"I'm with Gim," she said.
"Same," added Buffy.
"Then it is decided," said Gandalf "You will stay here and help rally the forces in the Deep."
He looked through the arched stone window into the shadow of the East.
"Dawn will come swiftly," he said "We must go to the caves and ready the party."
Gandalf stood and so did the others. They followed him from the chamber through the flooded ways to the relative dryness of the caves.
Gandalf, Theoden and Elrond separated. A force of Elves and Rohirrim would march on Orthanc. Theoden sought his nephew and niece. The shield maiden still sat beside Arwen tentatively wiping the beaded sweat from her brow. Beside Eowyn stood a man of great stature, broad and tall with golden hair and eyes like grey ice.
"Who is that?" said Faith.
"Tis Eomer, the king's nephew," said Legolas failing to hide a smile at Faith's obvious interest.
"And why haven't I met him before?" she asked.
"He has been tending the horses, preparing them for battle," returned Legolas.
As they approached Eomer bowed to the king.
"Gamling came with word uncle," he said "The horses are ready, fed and shoed."
"Very good, Eomer," said Theoden "The men will praise you on their return."
"My Lord?" he said "You do not wish me to ride with Gandalf?"
"No Eomer," said Theoden "Your place is here with your people. I need you more then the desolation of Isengard."
Faith noticed Eomer's eyes fog slightly. He lived for the ride, the sound of hooves like thunder, yet he would not deny his king.
"Eomer," said Theoden breaking him from his thought "This is Buffy and Faith."
"Ah," said Eomer turning to them "The Slayers I have heard so many tales about."
He bowed to each.
"Your skill in battle is legend already."
"Funny," said Faith raising her eyebrow "I heard you were pretty good at handling your spear yourself."
Buffy flushed slightly but Faith only gave a seductive grin to the horse Lord.
A stir below them caught all their attentions. Arwen moved and a whispered word left her lips.
"Aragorn," she said "Aragorn," it came again.
"Arwen," gasped Aragorn.
He fell at her side clutching her hand.
"Arwen," he said "Arwen, hear my voice, come back to me."
She stirred again and took a shuttering breath and in that instant she opened her eyes.
"My Lady," cried Gimli clapping his hands together.
"Hannon le," [Thankyou] Legolas added.
"I thought you were lost to me," said Aragorn, his emotion on the edge of spilling over.
Arwen managed a faint smile and a distant verse.
"A si i-Dhuath u-orthor. Ú or le a u or nin." [The shadow does not yet hold sway. Not over you, not over me]
A tear caressed Aragorn's cheek. The Evenstar had returned.
Arwen looked past Aragorn.
"Atar," [Father] she said, her voice choked with sorrow.
"Rest my daughter," said Elrond "Much you must learn when you have recovered."
Like a silent spell Elrond's words washed over her and Arwen drifted into peaceful sleep. Aragorn stood, his hope returning. He looked to Elrond yet no words were needed. The flicker of trust and acceptance that flashed across Elrond's eyes was enough for them both. Gandalf returned to the side of Theoden.
"Ah," he said "I see our Lady Arwen is on the mend, good."
With a beaming smile he looked about the group.
"There are a few hours left till first light. I suggest you all retire and so be made fresh in the dawn."
Their weariness seemed to fall upon them in that instant, the days labour aching their muscles and weighing their eyes. Elrond and Aragorn stayed with Arwen yet the others departed for the Hornburg. As they passed a group of young She-Elves one spoke to Legolas.
"Mae govannen, Legolas of Mirkwood."
"Mae govannen," said Buffy to herself "Andrew!" she said "Where's Andrew?"
The sudden unfounded panic was calmed by Faith.
"Easy B," said Faith "He's occupied."
She pointed Buffy's gaze to a small area where several sleeping children littered the floor. Of Rivendell and Rohan they were and in the middle of them snoring loudly and drooling on the floor was Andrew.
"Don't tell me he babysat," said Buffy.
"More like they looked after him," returned Faith.
Out in the treacherous night they went once more, fighting their way blindly back to their chambers.
"Goodnight sister, my Ladies," said Eomer as they rounded a corner and he halted at a small wooden door.
The girls continued as Eomer took off his breastplate and entered his room.
"We couldn't have stayed and made sure he got into bed okay?" said Faith.
Eowyn and Buffy smiled.
Buffy pushed back an oak door to reveal their chamber. Three low wooden beds sparsely covered with feather pillows and light woollen blankets. The girls' sodden clothes lay dark and damp in the floor as they snuggled beneath the sheltered warmth. Faith gave a shuddering yawn.
"N-night B, night Eowyn."
"Goodnight," they chorused in return.
In an instant all three were asleep and did not stir or awaken until the first sultry rays of morning caressed the sill of their lodgings.
A thunderous horn echoed throughout the girl's room. Deep and beautiful and long it was and as it lengthened it was met with another, high and cold, as though a winter tempest or an autumn rain. Faith groaned.
"These people like early starts don't they."
Eowyn walked to the window casting back the wooden shutters and was washed with golden light.
"The Rohirrim gather," said Eowyn "As do the Elves."
Buffy stretched and sat up.
"Is this the kinda thing where the women cry and throw flowers?" she said.
Eowyn flushed a little.
"The women do indeed lay flowers at the feet of the departing warriors."
Buffy sighed.
"That means we should be there," she said.
As the luminous carpet rose further across the room the three left for the causeway gate. The tunnels and ways were empty. All had gathered to see the men and Elves away and bless them with safe passage.
At the forefront of those gathered stood Andrew, crestfallen and sorrowful, waving and casting lavender branches at the feet of those that passed. Instead of the hearty mae govannen from the night before, now only one choked Elvish word left his lips.
"Namaarie," [Farewell] said Andrew bowing his head "Namaarie."
"Let me guess," said Faith "Goodbye?"
"No," said Andrew "Farewell, but you were close hon."
Faith cast a dangerous look at Legolas who stood on the opposite side of the gate entrance. The warriors passed two thousand five hundred strong. Gandalf and Elrond knew not what awaited them at Orthanc and so made ready a force that could trammel the black tide. The white wizard stood with Aragorn speaking hurried words.
"I do not know what lay before us Aragorn," said Gandalf "Though with luck our return will sound in three days."
Buffy walked closer trying to catch every word and expression.
"If our travel goes ill and the enemy come you will have to lead them," said Gandalf no more then a whisper "The defences have to hold."
"They will hold," said Aragorn.
Gandalf took up his seat on Shadowfax. The troops had left the Deep and now only he and Elrond remained, the chestnut brown of the Elf's steed bleeding into the crystal white of Shadowfax.
"Namaarie," uttered Elrond and with that sped down the causeway.
Gandalf looked once around those gathered then too sped off into the West.
Before the white rider grey clouds shrank away, their fresh rains falling on the distant Shire. Horses were found for every soldier, Elf and man, so their going would be swift. Of the two thousand from Rivendell only half could fight and half again were sent with Gandalf.
The emerald grasses of Rohan swept before the riders, their thunderous pace cutting trenches in the dew covered blades, the new born sun warming their backs as they sped ever closer to the tower of Orthanc.
The day wore on and soon within the site of the Elves came the forest of Fangorn.
"We draw close Gandalf," said Elrond "And Erkenbrand awaits us."
"Good... good," said Gandalf a thoughtful furrow crossing his brow "That Erkenbrand is here may be a good sign to all."
A league came and passed and the Westfold party was seen by all. Ten horsemen with shining spears dancing in the afternoon rays, their golden hair washed orange in the West falling light. Gandalf and Elrond rode forward.
"Hail Gandalf and Master Elrond," said Erkenbrand "My heart is lifted to see you both once more."
"The time for polite hellos has come and past my good man," said Gandalf "More pressing matters there are to discuss. Come, lead us forth and tell us all you now."
Erkenbrand bowed his head and cantered his horse away, the horses of the Rohirrim following.
A sultry evening fell over the land as the party approached the Westfold camp. One hundred tents rose up on the edge of the Isen, its swift purple waters gleaming peacefully in the hot Northern breeze. The Rohirrim dismounted and began to make camp on the command of Gandalf. Erkenbrand turned to Elrond and the white rider.
"Come my Lords," he said "There is much to be known by all."
The Elf and wizard followed Erkenbrand to a silver tent pegged under an ancient willow.
"Even still," Erkenbrand began as they entered the lodgings "We do not talk of matters of war in the open. Saruman has many spies at his service."
The tent door closed behind the three and Erkenbrand finished.
"And not all are birds and beasts."
They sat around a low wooden table gnawed with age and travel. Scarlet tapers burned low around the room casting dull shadows over the deer skins covering the harsh earth.
"What is happening Erkenbrand?" said Gandalf "What is to tell since our last meeting?"
Erkenbrand cast a grim look back.
"There is naught to tell Gandalf," said Erkenbrand "Three days ago Lord Elrond crossed Isen under our watch, He told us of his peoples plight and more so the ruin of Isengard."
"You knew not of it yourself?" said Gandalf.
"No," said Erkenbrand "None of my men have seen it and none have travelled over the Isen since the Elves passed. We do not doubt your word Lord Elrond it is only that my soldiers fear for some trick or sorcery of Saruman. The wizard instils fear in them and more for this quiet that has settled on this land. They fear he is waiting, massing his power for his final strike."
"So no Orcs have been seen here?" asked Elrond.
"No," said Erkenbrand "All has lain still. The forces that assailed you passed without notice from the tower. This silent shadow my men deem may yet pass over us."
Gandalf sat in quiet thought, his eyes fixed on a stuttering flame.
"Courage is all we can ask now," he said "Courage and faith in their king."
"What or Theoden?" said Erkenbrand.
"He is well," said Elrond "He fortifies the Deep making it stronger."
"Then you fear that the beasts shall come soon my Lord?" said Erkenbrand.
Erkenbrand stirred as though his fear had taken him, the horror of attack clouding his eyes.
"Yes," said Gandalf "Battle will come to the world of men, but the sooner, out of Mordor or some other realm is known not. This news you tell of Saruman is unsettling. He is not one to sit idle and for no movement from the tower makes me fear too some devilry of his."
Elrond turned to Gandalf.
"Perhaps Gandalf," he said "The two newcomers were intertwined in his fate more then we know."
Gandalf nodded frowning to himself, his opal hair falling about his face.
"So what are you to do?" said Erkenbrand.
"All the sooner I wish to travel forth to Orthanc," said Gandalf "But I deem it unwise to go into these dealings to quickly. No... No our plans stay as they always have. Tonight our men rest and tomorrow we go to Isengard under the cover of night. If forces lie hid in its dark caverns this time would hold the better for us. With Saruman you do well not to go in haste. His trickery can indeed run deep."
Erkenbrand was unsettled. He could sense some doom approaching that he could not foresee. Some doom Gandalf and Elrond wished to conceal. He trusted the white rider though and knew his council was best.
"Then to rest and arms I will order my men," said Erkenbrand "For we lie in Orthanc's shadow and ride tomorrow to its fall."
Erkenbrand led the Elf and wizard forth into the cloudless night, the golden moon one day from its full.
"Faith, get up," said Buffy.
"No," said Faith groaning into her feather pillow and pulling the bedding over her head. "I got woken up early yesterday, I deserve a sleep in."
The morning after Gandalf's departure dawned bright and clear. The wind blew cool from the South and murmurs of activity could be heard below the Slayers' room.
"C'mon," said Buffy "Eowyn has been up for the past hour getting stuff done. We're here to help."
Buffy was met with silence. She rolled her eyes and left the room.
The inner chambers of the Hornburg were clear and quiet, Buffy's boots echoing off the harsh stone floor. She entered into the main hall of the stronghold to find Theoden and Eowyn in conversation.
"The men fight but the women cannot," said Eowyn "Uncle, let me stand at your side in battle. To fight for the freedom of Rohan is all that I ask."
Theoden sighed and shook his head.
"My decision is made sister-daughter. Your role holds valour and importance."
"To find food and bedding when the men return," said Eowyn "Where is renown and valour in that?"
Theoden looked on her sternly.
"You have my command Eowyn," he said "You are to remain in the caves when battle comes."
Buffy looked on Eowyn with pity and envy, pity for her to be denied such a small request and envy for the life she had, away from battle, not chosen, not the Slayer. Eowyn turned and left Theoden's hall. Theoden rested his forehead in his hand.
"I would not have her fight for I love her too dearly to lose her," he said.
Buffy started.
"Kinda knew I was here did you?"
"Yes," said Theoden looking to her "I knew you were there."
Buffy entered further into the hall as Theoden walked to the arched window he often looked out of peeing down upon his fortress.
"I know what you think of me Buffy, not letting my niece fight in battle, but you must see our traditions and history are much different to where you are from."
"You are the king," said Buffy "And it's not for me to go against your decisions, but I will question them."
Theoden turned and looked at the Slayer.
"Eowyn doesn't fight for valour or renown, well at least not from the people, she fights for you. You spout this stuff about history and tradition, the woman's place, but look at your history, Luthien, Erendis, Morwen, Nienor, all powerful women fighting for what they believed in."
Theoden stood stunned.
"I kinda listened to Aragorn's singing and Legolas translated," said Buffy, the redness rising a little in her face "But the point is these women had their freedom, they lived."
"And tell me," said Theoden "Do you know their end? Do you know what became of them? And of the trials they endured for this 'freedom' as you deem it?"
"It's these trials that make a person Theoden. They should have the choice of how to shape their destiny."
Theoden frowned and turned back to the window yet Buffy noticed a change in his eyes, a struggle of mind to protect one he loves or to let her fly free like she desires. Silently Buffy left the chamber leaving Theoden to his thoughts.
A restlessness settled upon the Deep. As Buffy walked through the echoing ways she caught hushed and hurried conversation. The men talked of the anticipation of battle, the unsettling quiet before the fall of Rohan, and from every Elf Buffy caught the words "Natha daged aen." [They are all going to die]
Without notice the Glittering Caves opened up before her.
"Morning Buffy," said Andrew.
Andrew was sitting against the rough stone of the Cave's opening. Legolas and Gimli stood near to him.
"What's up guys?" said Buffy.
"The Elf wanted fresh air," said Gimli his distaste rolling with every syllable "There's perfectly good air inside."
"Elves need to see the sky, with trees as their ceiling, not stone," said Legolas.
"Ha!" said Gimli "Trees indeed. Stone is good enough for your father."
Buffy sensed the oncoming battle.
"Guys," she said "How is Arwen doing?"
"Better," said Andrew "Aragorn is still with her."
Andrew stood and he and Buffy went into the caves leaving Legolas and Gimli behind. As they went deeper, past the people and golden walls, a small cry met them.
"Andrew, Andrew look what I made you, mamma showed me."
"Wow Freda that's great," said Andrew.
Freda held out her hand and in it sat a band made of field grass, woven with three strands.
"Will you wear it Andrew?" said Freda "I hope you will."
"You can bet your sweet little pumpkin nose I will," said Andrew and he knelt and let Freda tie it about his left wrist.
Freda then made to run off but Andrew stoped her.
"Wait," he said "You gave me the band, you can have this."
Andrew put his hand into his pocket and drew out folds of white cloth. He drew back the fabric and within it sat a single flower of Simbelmyne.
"I picked it before we left Edoras," he said "Keep it safe."
Freda giggled and gave Andrew a tight hug then ran off to show her mother. Buffy looked down on Andrew as she watched Freda speed away. She saw the look in him that she gave to Dawn when she did well in school or returned her sweater, pride and love for a little sister.
"I think you made a friend," said Buffy extending a hand to help Andrew back to his feet.
"Yeah," said Andrew "She's a good kid."
He looked down at the grass band and smiled.
"A good kid," he said again.
They found Aragorn still with Arwen and to their amazement she was awake and sitting up. The rose had returned to her lips and her eyes held again the colour of the distant ocean. Aragorn kept her in an embrace for she looked to be crying, her cheeks washed with tears. Buffy didn't know what to say but Aragorn spoke for her.
"Arwen," he said "I must talk with Buffy and Andrew, I will not be away long."
He kissed her on the forehead then she lay back down, falling again into troubled sleep. Aragorn smiled at Buffy and Andrew and he motioned them to walk with him to the cave entrance.
"How is she?" said Buffy.
"Her recovery is swift in body," said Aragorn "But I could not linger to tell her of her brothers and Imladris."
Aragorn bowed his head. The loss of Elledan and Elrohir was still painful to him.
"It was best for news now then to let the mind linger on false hope," he said "What of you? Are you faring well?"
Buffy was about to answer but they were interrupted by Legolas running toward them.
"What is it?" said the three at once.
"A lone rider comes from the North-East," said Legolas "Tis Haldir."
Legolas turned and the three followed, wonder filling them. They flew to the wall and looked out into the bright distance. On the edge of sight a black horse came carrying a rider burning as flame in the morning light.
"At last may we hear news to our advantage," said Aragorn.
Haldir rode upon them like an eagle on the wind and in the second hour from the rising of the sun he met the gate of the Deep. The fellowship rejoiced to see him but as they looked upon Haldir he seemed dark and grim.
"Mae govannen my friends," said Haldir.
The Elf looked about with great concern.
"I came here seeking answers," he said "I did not truly expect to see faces from Rivendell. I fear I have come too late."
"Please," said Aragorn "You are wearied. Let us talk more once you have had food and drink."
"I would not decline it," said Haldir "The road has been long and harsh, but first I would know the names of your company."
"Forgive me," said Aragorn "This is Buffy and her companion Andrew."
Haldir looked upon them and smiled.
"I thought it so," said Haldir "News has reached the Lord and Lady of Lothlorien of you and your deeds."
He bowed to them.
"I am most pleased to meet you," he said.
"Hmm," said Gimli "Enough of the pleasantries, time for a meal and your news."
The five followed the Dwarf into the king's chamber. Theoden was no longer there and they sat about the wooden table which had been freshly laid with a breakfast meal.
"What news from the white Lady?" said Legolas.
Haldir frowned and spoke as one full of sorrow.
"Of events that have happened I may only tell half. Yet I dread from what lay before me that all the riddles have been answered."
The others looked at him in question.
"Has Imladris not fallen?" said Haldir.
"Not six days ago," said Aragorn "Elrond fled from the fires and sought refuge here. He and Gandalf have ridden for the black tower to see what part Saruman has played in this devilry."
"Then it is for the most part as Lady Galadriel feared," said Haldir "As you say not six days ago a great smoke was espied on the West side of the Misty Mountains. Scouts from the borders of Lorien that came to tell the white Lady of the site found her in great woe. Lord Celeborn was in the North of the wood and Galadriel sat alone in her chamber. For a time she looked stricken as one wounded by shaft, yet she summoned me and ask that I ride for Edoras and seek news from Theoden. All she told was that a loss had come upon her and that Elrond may seek help from the men of Rohan. In fear I set forth travelling by secret ways at night. And neither bird nor deer did I see. The land was silent and ever did foreboding come on me from the West, a deadly malice hidden deep, waiting to strike. Warily I went and feared the open for the spies of Barad-dur in that land were said to be many and with labour, on the forth day I came upon Edoras and found its gates shut. As day waned a shadow fell on my mind and I was afraid. My steed was troubled and as darkness massed in the East I took flight. Over the green-red grass we ran into the fading lite, an unknown need driving me. As the moon passed over and sank from sight a shrill cry met my ears, yet all about was silent. They were sounds of screams and burning and that making of a great reek. Telion was bright and I halted and looked about me. I gazed into nothingness, a cloak of night. I knew then some evil had been laid, a trickery of the towers, so again I spurred my steed and in the first lights of day made it here to find what I hoped I would not."
"And how long shall you stay Haldir?" said Gimli.
"I cannot tarry, my good Dwarf" said Haldir "I must bring news to Lady Galadriel of Lord Elrond as soon as he returns."
"Then two days at least you shall have to wait with us my friend," said Legolas.
"Two days of anxious wait and no more I deem," said Haldir "For it seems the shadow now closes in from both sides, the eye and the hand."
Buffy had sat quiet while Andrew picked through the food in front of him. Haldir, Gimli, Legolas and Aragorn continued their conversation and Buffy turned to Andrew.
"Andrew," she said.
Andrew turned to her, still filling his mouth with bread and fruit and milk.
"I don't know if you noticed while you were stuffing your face," she said "And by the way eww, but something big is going down. Galadriel knew something was up and sent Haldir."
Buffy broke off. She knew Galadriel foresaw Rivendell had fallen and that Lothlorien was in danger. That was why no soldiers were sent with aid. The white Lady wanted to protect her own borders from the same fate as Elrond's land. Buffy thought on all this and grew anxious herself.
"I think Faith should know about this," said Buffy, a quiet word in Andrew's ear "I reckon it might be time soon for some rough and tumble."
Buffy smiled.
"She'll be stoked. No more days of eye spy with you."
Andrew coughed in his tankard of milk. Buffy made to get up but Andrew stopped her.
"No, you stay," he said "I'll get her. I just remembered I was teaching the kids hide and seek and I think I better actually start to go and look for them."
Faith awoke refreshed and looked out into the new morning. The wind now turned South-East and brought with it silver clouds from the sea below. The Slayer washed and dressed quickly. He clothes had been dried and folded and placed on an ornate stand at the foot of her low bed.
"Thanks Eowyn," said Faith.
She left the room and followed the stone hall casually running her finger over the carved wall. Faith was lost in thought until she was met with the site of Andrew. He was kneeling in front of a small wooden door which was open no more then a crack. A thin line of golden lite ran down his face and onto the floor behind him.
"Hey Andrew," said Faith calling to him.
Andrew fell backward, hitting the ground. He looked at Faith, struggling to get up. He got to his feet and began to walk away, not looking back at the Slayer.
"Andrew," said Faith "Wait up! I'll walk down with you."
To this Andrew broke into a run and as Faith reached the doorway Andrew had been looking into he disappeared around a far corner of the hall.
"That guy has one too many screws loose," said Faith.
She stood there for a minute shaking her head till something caught her eye. The line of sunlight that was cast from the door danced across a stained tapestry. Faith followed its glow down the wall, across the floor and to the birch door that stood slightly ajar. Curiosity took her.
"Now what was he looking at?" she said.
Faith pressed herself to the frame and looked in. She froze, her hand stuck on the brass handle. Faith opened the door a little more and the midmorning sun played across her face.
"Five by five," she said, a whisper to herself.
Inside the room stood Eomer, facing an open window, and the sun in the East. Faith's eyes ran over him, taking him in as he bathed. Steam rose from the hot beads of water that caressed his form, dripping softly from his golden hair onto the cold rock of the floor. Faith stood not daring or wanting to move, her hot breath caught in her throat. Eomer refreshed the cloth from the copper basin in front of him taking the fabric to his caramel skin. He turned to fetch a towel and Faith stoppered a gasp. Silently she closed the door and bit her lip, the brass handle of the door hot from her grasp on it. She was resolved. Faith stood to her full height and knocked twice on the door.
"Come," said Eomer.
"I sure hope so," said Faith.
She opened the door and entered closing it again softly behind her.
"Lady Faith," said Eomer tightening the thin white sheath about his waist "What brings you here?"
Faith surveyed him, his broad shoulders and strong arms and chest, and the thin line of light hair that ran from his navel down into the white linen.
"Lady Faith?" said Eomer.
"Oh," said Faith, her concentration returning "Just came to see how you are."
Faith walked past him and sat on the table holding the copper basin.
"I am quite well," said Eomer "As well as can be thought in this time of darkness. King Theoden relies on me, I cannot falter."
"How's your stamina?" said Faith.
Eomer paused.
The Slayer swept her hair behind her ear, her silken hands finding rest on her thighs over the tight black pants she wore.
"Am I to understand your question Lady Faith," he said.
Faith stood, a wash of seriousness coming over her features, so close to him Eomer knew her heart was racing. Faith looked into him, searching his sapphire eyes. She stepped closer, breathing him in, the soft scent of rose filling her senses.
"Here's one question answered," said Faith "You're happy to see me."
The Slayer reached down her hand and the linen binding Eomer fell to the floor. Faith laid herself back against the table and pulled Eomer into her.
"This is not right," said Eomer.
"It looks win-win from where I'm sitting," said Faith.
She placed her hand to his face leading him down into a soft kiss. The sun rose above them casting scarlet shadows into the room, the copper basin left empty on the floor. The world passed about the two, time continuing, the shadow drawing ever near, yet they were lost to it, knowing only each other, an instant and an eternity.
Faith found Buffy on the Deeping Wall, alone, looking into the distance. Watch fires had been lit throughout the plane toward Helm's gate and great pits dug in the soft grassy soil outlying the wall.
"It's about time," said Buffy "Where have you been all day?"
Faith gave a contented stretch.
"I've been where I could put my skills to best use," said Faith "I mean I've only been gone, what? Nine, ten hours?"
Buffy looked at Faith trying to find some answer to the riddle.
"I sent Andrew to look for you," said Buffy "And the strange thing is he has been avoiding me since then too."
"Yeah, well," said Faith "That boy has a whole bag of issues."
Faith propped herself on top of the wall.
"So what's up?" she said "I'm here now and I'm all ears."
Gandalf sat watchful about a small fire, the red gleam of the flame flashing across his dark eyes.
"Tilion is bright this eve," said Elrond "The enemy may be closer then we know. I sense some evil drawing near."
Gandalf sighed and continued to sit in silent thought. Hurried footsteps scraped over rock and dirt and the horses of the Rohirrim pawed restlessly at the cold earth. Yet for all the noise the silence was immense.
"My Lord Gandalf," said Erkenbrand, his silver form emerging from blue darkness "The men are ready."
Gandalf stood and from him shone a light of white radiance.
"Then the time has come," he said "May doom or horrors await us, we must move forward."
Elrond took up the call and one thousand five hundred men rode forward. The main force would follow to the river and hold the East bank. Only the white rider and the Elven Lord would enter the walls of Isengard. The remainder would close in about the black gates. The river was forded and the force sped on. A bitter chill fell on the land, coming at their backs, and before them now rose the evil tower of Orthanc. Its spires burned black and menacing in the full glow of the moon, its sheer walls clouded in shadow at the passing of massing cloud.
"Steady my friend," said Gandalf halting Shadowfax.
The horses gathered round him in the long cloak of night that was cast from the tower.
"The walls lay broken," said Elrond "And it is as if great steams filled the air."
For the wind about was thick with moisture and a chill of great waters surrounded them.
"It may be," said Gandalf "That more allies we have in this war then first thought."
He looked amongst the warriors.
"Hold the line my good men and Elves. Let no Orc or beast of devilry pass the doorstep of Saruman's hold."
With that Elrond and Gandalf rode forward and soon passed from site of all.
The two entered a great outer arch, its ancient stone stricken and fallen in pools of reek.
"A great work of many hands has brought down this wall Gandalf," said Elrond "Could it be that those that have slept for countless years have joined us in this struggle?"
"I believe it true," said Gandalf "For no man or Orc of this age could cause the walls of Isengard to crumble."
Their horses waded through the flood and to their eyes game a distant glow. Further through the waste they went, wary of crevices and broken crag, and ever the light grew stronger.
"It is singing," said Elrond "And laughter of the drink."
Gandalf gave an angry mutter.
"Two fools, a tankard of ale and a barrel of pipe weed no doubt."
Gandalf and Elrond came upon the figures lounging on a broken stone. The smells of the frying of salted pork, bacon, tomato and toasted bread filling their senses. Cries and laughter rang out through the desolation, the small forms oblivious to their being watched.
"Do the green dragon next," said one.
"No, no, the road goes ever on and on," said the other.
"If we all laid about like a Brandybuck or a Took," said Gandalf striking his staff on a fallen Orc tower, filling the area with a blinding lite "Then no doubt by now the enemy would hold us in his hand."
The two beings were startled and jumped up.
"Here now," said Merry "I know that voice."
"And that temper," said Pippin.
"Treebeard said you may well be along Gandalf" said Merry "But I half thought it would be in full sun, not skulking round near midnight giving us a fright."
Merry shielded his eyes against the light.
"And no less with the Lord of Rivendell," he said.
"Then clearly Master Merry," said Gandalf "Treebeard was right to keep you ill informed or else every passer by would know of our deeds."
The blonde Hobbit sat down taken aback by the wizard's words.
"You forgot to do the thing," said Pippin.
"What thing?" said Merry.
"You know, what Treebeard said to do," said Pippin.
"Ohh," said Merry "Right you are Pip."
He stood again and proclaimed aloud.
"Welcome Gandalf-,"
"And companion," said Pippin.
"Yes, Pippin... To Isengard."
Merry gave a sweeping wave to the black tower.
"This quality establishment is under new management," he said "Treebeard the Ent. I expect you'll want to be seeing him then?"
Gandalf shook his head.
"Hobbits," he said huffing into his beard.
His staff went out and all again fell into blackness save the small fire of the Halflings.
"Get down here quick," said Gandalf "And lead us through this ruin to Treebeard. We must have council, and long before the words of Hobbits are ended."
Gandalf took Pippin before him and Elrond burdened Merry on his chestnut steed.
As they went on the waters lessened as the land rose slightly upwards towards the base of the tower. Before them the dark structure loomed tall but beneath it and all around stood many trees. Beech, Oak, Chestnut and Ash were just a few in numbers reckoning fifty.
"Ra-Room," sounded an ancient voice "Young master Gandalf and Lord Elrond of Rivendell. I am glad to find you well."
"As are we Fangorn," said Elrond "To find friend where first thought was woe."
"I trust," said Treebeard "My friends greeted you suitably."
"Well enough, or as can be expected," said Gandalf "But come now Treebeard, tell us what has passed. There is no time for secrecy, even from those with free tongues."
Merry shifted uncomfortably.
"What has befallen here?"
"Now, now, Gandalf," said Treebeard "Don't be hasty."
The leaves and boughs of the faceless trees shook in the silent air.
"There is time enough for an old Ent to tell his tale Roo-Ra-Room. The Ents are watching the tower."
"Very well," said Gandalf "Even in my rush I would hear the words of Treebeard."
The Ent led them to a small area of damp earth, an uprising in the water.
"Hoom," said Treebeard "If it wasn't for young Master Peregrin here, worse tidings still may have come to be. It seems the deeds more so then the words of Hobbits show their quality."
"And what of this ruin, Fangorn?" said Elrond "My scouts saw the great steams and rising water."
"Yes, yes, Room-Hoom," said Treebeard "Saruman committed a treachery that cannot be forgiven. I led my Ents to the walls and we razed them to the ground."
A deep rumbling came from the Ent.
"I expect we gave him quite a fright," said Treebeard "Wall we could cast down, Ra-Room, but we could not bend the tower. Some magic holds its sides."
Treebeard shook his jotted boughs and cast a dark look at Orthanc.
"Hoom, I am glad you have come, Gandalf" he said "Wood and water, stock and stone I can master; but there is a wizard to manage here."
"And has he held his wickedness before you?" said Gandalf.
"Don't be hasty," said Treebeard "I stood upon his doorstep and called to him, but no answer did I receive. For many nights now no light or flame has come from the tower, Ra-Room. Even with our watch I fear he has fled from Isengard."
Gandalf beheld Elrond.
"Some trickery and deception it may be. Let us go back, I will call to him."
So before black Orthanc they stood, the moon in full view casting its brilliant light through gusts of bitter East wind.
"Saruman," said Gandalf "Saruman. Saruman come forth!"
The white rider's voice was commanding and masterful, its tone echoing through wood and stone, but no answer was heard.
"Come Saruman," said Gandalf "Hear me and come forward. We wish you no harm."
Still no answer was heard. A concerned look came upon Gandalf.
"Treebeard," he said "Has any Ent entered this tower?"
"Hoom," said Treebeard "No Ent would cross the threshold of the black tower even if they could. The door is locked, Room, and by more then key and steel. We broke ourselves upon its form yet quaver it did not."
Gandalf climbed the chipped stairs and placed his hand on the dark icy metal. The wizard spoke quiet words in an ancient tongue but the door remained closed.
"Nothings happened Merry," said Pippin.
"Shh," said Merry.
Gandalf stepped back and raised his staff high into the darkness. The clouds above retreated and the full glow of the moon shone upon them. From Gandalf erupted a radiant light as though sun walked the sky. With that the tower shook and the door was cast in two, the ancient metal buckling and falling in ruin.
"Well that's one way to open a door," said Pippin.
Gandalf set foot upon the cold inner hall of Orthanc but before he entered he cast a fearful look back towards Tilion. Two dark shapes sped across its face, circling, many leagues away. To himself more then to the others he spoke.
"The eye of the enemy is moving," he said "His nine are far from their nest. What evil is afoot?"
The fleeting look left him and turned to concern.
"Come my good Hobbits, the shadow spreads," said Gandalf "Your path is now with me I deem. You must enter the tower."
"Inside?" said Pippin.
"Yes," said Gandalf.
"Inside there?" said Pippin.
The wizard cloaked his anger and smiled gently.
"Fear no darkness or wicked foe while with I or Master Elrond. Treebeard has work to do and would do well to be free of a questioning tongue."
Sadness came over Merry and Pippin.
"Come now," said Gandalf "We shall meet again before we depart. Other matters yet we must all attend to before goodbyes are said."
Elrond, Merry and Pippin dismounted and stood behind Gandalf. With a last look into the East they stepped into the void of Orthanc.
Gandalf struck his staff upon the dark floor and the torches of the inner hall burst into life. The four were cast into silver shadow, the light of the flame seeming to diminish under the darkness of the tower. The Hobbits walked between the Elf and wizard, every sound of stuttering flame or nested crebain magnified in the silence. They did not talk or whisper and ever they climbed slowly up. On their path the brackets came to life casting dull lite along the corridor as though shimmering water covered the hard marble. Merry broke the silence.
"Can you smell that?" he said.
"It wasn't me," said Pippin.
Behind them Elrond unsheathed his sword, a cool blue lite shining from its blade.
"You would do well to go warily Gandalf," said Elrond "Some sense of doom has come over me."
The four went further on rounding into the upper chambers. Gandalf halted them and the shadow lifted under the glow of his staff. Pippin grabbed the back of Merry's cloak to stop himself falling.
"What could have done this?" he said.
"I know not," said Gandalf "But this mark is of ill fortune."
The gleam spread over the decayed remains of the twenty Uruk-hai, their black skin sunken onto cleaved bone and gorged maggots nesting throughout the stained armour.
"Quickly now," said Gandalf "This site we would do best to leave."
"Did Saruman do that?" said Merry "Did he kill those Orcs?"
"No," said Gandalf "I think not. He is one to order not to strike himself, and more, the beasts were not killed, they were slaughtered."
Gandalf put greater light to the fallen.
"This happened many days ago Meriadoc, we must hurry."
Gandalf stood before Saruman's chamber.
"I hear nothing," said Elrond.
"Neither do I," said Gandalf.
The white rider placed his hand on the cold iron of the door and pushed it open. The room within was set ablaze with dazzling light and before them, on the ancient stone, lay the dead body of Saruman. Pippin stood stricken, confusion and horror filling him.
"Dead," he said, no more then a whisper.
For no doubt there was that Saruman was dead. No more was he then skeleton in red stained robes. Merry swallowed.
"I think that might have been Wormtongue," he said.
Merry pointed to the far wall. There in pieces and still half hanging from locked manacles was the body of Grima son of Galmod.
"True, this was a dread of mine deep in my thoughts," said Gandalf "But never did I think it would come to pass. The evil of this is beyond measure, and so now too I deem the one that wields his army."
Elrond returned his sword to its sheath.
"But where are they Gandalf?" he said "Where is Saruman's army?"
Gandalf sighed.
"In the hands of those that may prove greater then the shadow."
All was silent till there came a single voice, a whisper of nothingness.
"Mithrandir," it said.
The four turned and looked upon the black orb, the palantir, atop its pedestal, a pit of darkness.
"It calls to me," said Gandalf.
The wizard stepped towards the stone yet Elrond stood before him.
"You cannot Gandalf," said Elrond "The eye will take you. That is why he calls. He will break you."
Gandalf looked deep into the Elf.
"I have little choice," said Gandalf "We have to know."
Elrond faltered and moved aside, Gandalf standing before the Palantir. The wizard raised his hand and as he did Pippin noticed a red stone upon his finger. Gandalf touched the sphere and at its core a flame flickered. Pippin grew anxious. The mist within the orb began to move, silver clouds of endless night. The flame within the orb grew stronger and Pippin was drawn to it, his eyes darting between the palantir and the white rider. Gandalf's hand tightened over the stone, his eyes entranced.
"Gandalf," said Pippin.
The palantir exploded, a spiralling ball of inextinguishable flame. The eye was there. It had him.
"Gandalf!!" said Pippin.
But Elrond held the Hobbit back.
"We have to help him Elrond," said Pippin "Gandalf!!"
Pippin was cut off as Gandalf too erupted in flame, a brilliant aura of fire drawn about him. All his will was bent on his purpose, to withstand the eye.
Gandalf's vision was taken from the tower. It sped over field and glade, river and mountain. He was concord. Sauron had him.
"Mithrandir," said the voice "You come too late."
"You I do not seek," said Gandalf "Tidings only of the land. Run as you will and be gone from here."
A deafening laugh filled the wizard.
"Do not think your skills above my own," said Sauron "Your change has not helped to cloak your own designs. You will see what I have to show and only that."
Gandalf struggled. Narya burned upon his hand, but he was bested.
The eye receded and gave way to the Dagorlad and the Emyn Muil. Rock and fire and desolation spread into lands of grass and beauty. Yet Gandalf faltered for before him the vision swept and there marched the army of Saruman, sixty thousand strong. The nine circled above and before them rode the two, the demons now in service of Sauron, controlling two of the three.
"I find them better then the puppetry of wizards," said the eye "And now Mithrandir, can you guess whither they go?"
The vision passed The Wold and there the company parted, half their number passing East, to the North of the Emyn Muil, and further on to Mordor. But still thirty thousand continued South and even now drew not twenty miles from the Entwash.
"Do you guess their path Mithrandir?" said Sauron "Perhaps some clarity."
The shadowed scenes left the army far behind and sped towards the South- West nearing the cold dawn. The Deep opened up before Gandalf and he saw on its wall, the Slayers.
"They march to the death of men, to the death of their foes," said Sauron.
The vision me the eye again.
"And to yours."
The palantir exploded and Gandalf was thrown across the room. Pippin and Merry ran to his aid.
"Gandalf," said Pippin "Gandalf are you all right?"
"Fly," said Gandalf "Fly," he said again, his voice and energy returning.
Complete terror washed over them.
"It was folly to come here," he said "I know our enemy and they are worse even then Sauron. Fly, fly to Helm's Deep."
Buffy and Faith sat still in conversation.
"Was it really that big?" said Buffy.
"You have no idea," said Faith.
Legolas and Gimli came upon them.
"Morning will come swiftly," said Legolas "And hopefully with news from Gandalf."
At that moment the wind changed its course and blew deathly cold from the East.
"Okay," said Buffy "Inside time."
The Slayers and Gimli made to move.
"Wait," said Legolas "Look there."
He pointed into the distance.
"Where am I looking?" said Faith "All I see is black."
"It is a rider," said Legolas "He is fallen in the saddle."
The four ran to the causeway and met it as the man cantered into the Deep. He was struck with many arrows though the shafts had been broken.
"Come on," said Gimli "He needs fire and a healer."
They took him to the Glittering caves and sought for Aragorn. He sat with Arwen still, who was nearly returned to full strength under the watch of the Elessar.
"What happened?" said Aragorn.
They set the man down.
"We know not," said Legolas "He rode up but has spoken naught."
"Who are you?" said Aragorn.
"I am Hemneth of East Emnet," he said.
Hemneth's words were faint and distant, his life leaving him.
"I must bring word to Theoden... Must warn him," he said.
Hemneth looked at Aragorn.
"They are coming."
With these words he slipped into death.
"Helpful," said Faith.
"My Lord," a voice came from behind.
Eomer stood there.
"Word has come to the gate, and more riders. Sauron, not Saruman has come."
"How many Eomer?" said Aragorn "How far?"
"Peoples in the outlying lands of Rohan flee here, they tell," he paused "They say the number is thirty thousand."
"Thirty thousand," said Gimli "Such and army does not exist."
"I hope it is so Master Dwarf," said Eomer "But the fear of these peoples is true. The force, whatever its number, will be here within the day."
Eomer stole a look to Faith.
"I must alert the king," he said.
"So," said Faith "Thirty thousand Uruks on our ass... Wonder how things are in Sunnydale."