Chapter Fifty-seven: At Death's Door
Disc: Candy is dandy but Liquor is quicker!
A/N: Lol, thanks for reviewing! I'm really glad to see that people are still reading even though I've taken such large breaks. But as you can see I'm really shelling out the chapters now. Even though this one is pretty short. It's just that I'm really tired and running out of ideas. So..yeah, here's what crap spilled out of my head tonight. Sorry if it sucks.
The dawn would soon be upon them, the first rays of sunlight came over the hill with them. The girls could not help but gasp at the sight before them, they had heard that Minas Tirith was a marvel to see, but none of them had expected it to be this..incredible.
Boromir felt the tears well up in his eyes. To see his home in such a state brought both anger and sadness to his heart. Theoden was giving his speech to the army but Boromir could barely hear him, all he wanted to do was charge now and begin killing those damned orcs. All of childhood memories flooded back to him, remembering himself standing at the top of Minas Tirith, looking down upon this great city, and feeling himslef fall in love with it for it's beauty at once took him in. Now he saw his home being destroyed, and it broke his heart.
Boromir looked so sad, and Holly wished that there were something that she could do to ease his pain. The only thing she could do was fight for his city. Merry wassomewhere in the rands, hidden with Eowyn. The Hobbit had almost been kept from battle, but Holly knew that Theoden's niece would come to his aid. Now all she had to do was find him when the battle comenced.
There was never any doubt in their minds, when they charged the orcs with the rest of Theoden's army, about their place and whether they belonged in the midst of this battle or not. They weren't just fighting for Middle Earth, or their lives anymore, this was for Earth, and for the ones that they loved. If they were to die then so be it, at least the others would survive and everything saved.
Rachel forced her horse foward, shooting at will at the orcs that surrounded her. She knew that this would not be very long, but every moment that she was away from Pippin seemed an eternity. She didn't care how deep into the hordes of orcs she was, she needed to get to him.
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Pippin cleaned Faramir's wounds as carefully as he could. The man's father was now dead and his home under attack. Pippin could only pray that this terrible battle would soon be over...then at least he could see his friends again. At least he could see Rachel again, she had been told to stay behind, and now she was out in the battle, where Pip could not reach her nor help her. The man looked at him then smiled.
"Master Peregrin, why the sad face. Rohan has answered our call, and we shall soon see this battle over."
"I do not know..I just feel that there will much to grieve over soon. And that one close to me will not survive."
~~~
Tricia smiled as she saw the mass of green ghost warriors. Legolas would soon be there, and then she could smile freely again. But the girl had forgotten about the Oliphaunts, and as one crashed to the ground only feet away from her Tricia fell from her horse. Stright into the path of some retreating orcs.
The men cheered as they saw Aragorn's army of the dead begin to kill off the remaining orcs and Southrons. Though the ghost men scared them, they could not deny that they were a great help and their last hope for victory. The men soon began to look for their wounded, as the last of the enemy retreated.
"Maybe..this is the way it was meant to be." The blood poured freely from her side. The wound was deep and more than likely fatal. At least this way..she could die knowing that the one she loved was safe. The girl fell to her knees and let the tears flow freely down her face. The memories of home filled her mind, and she knew she had to go on. Make sure that her family would live without knowing the evils of Saroun. The girl got up, wiped awat the tears and blood, then made her way towards the entrance of Minas Tirith, making sure to cover her wound with her armour, the other's would be waiting for her.
A/N: OOOOHHHHH!!!! Cliffhangerness! (okay..that is definitely not a word). Sorry about it, but I just can't go and tell you who's gonna die. That would be boring! Try following the clues.aheheheh. Please R&R and goodnight all!
Disc: Candy is dandy but Liquor is quicker!
A/N: Lol, thanks for reviewing! I'm really glad to see that people are still reading even though I've taken such large breaks. But as you can see I'm really shelling out the chapters now. Even though this one is pretty short. It's just that I'm really tired and running out of ideas. So..yeah, here's what crap spilled out of my head tonight. Sorry if it sucks.
The dawn would soon be upon them, the first rays of sunlight came over the hill with them. The girls could not help but gasp at the sight before them, they had heard that Minas Tirith was a marvel to see, but none of them had expected it to be this..incredible.
Boromir felt the tears well up in his eyes. To see his home in such a state brought both anger and sadness to his heart. Theoden was giving his speech to the army but Boromir could barely hear him, all he wanted to do was charge now and begin killing those damned orcs. All of childhood memories flooded back to him, remembering himself standing at the top of Minas Tirith, looking down upon this great city, and feeling himslef fall in love with it for it's beauty at once took him in. Now he saw his home being destroyed, and it broke his heart.
Boromir looked so sad, and Holly wished that there were something that she could do to ease his pain. The only thing she could do was fight for his city. Merry wassomewhere in the rands, hidden with Eowyn. The Hobbit had almost been kept from battle, but Holly knew that Theoden's niece would come to his aid. Now all she had to do was find him when the battle comenced.
There was never any doubt in their minds, when they charged the orcs with the rest of Theoden's army, about their place and whether they belonged in the midst of this battle or not. They weren't just fighting for Middle Earth, or their lives anymore, this was for Earth, and for the ones that they loved. If they were to die then so be it, at least the others would survive and everything saved.
Rachel forced her horse foward, shooting at will at the orcs that surrounded her. She knew that this would not be very long, but every moment that she was away from Pippin seemed an eternity. She didn't care how deep into the hordes of orcs she was, she needed to get to him.
~~~
Pippin cleaned Faramir's wounds as carefully as he could. The man's father was now dead and his home under attack. Pippin could only pray that this terrible battle would soon be over...then at least he could see his friends again. At least he could see Rachel again, she had been told to stay behind, and now she was out in the battle, where Pip could not reach her nor help her. The man looked at him then smiled.
"Master Peregrin, why the sad face. Rohan has answered our call, and we shall soon see this battle over."
"I do not know..I just feel that there will much to grieve over soon. And that one close to me will not survive."
~~~
Tricia smiled as she saw the mass of green ghost warriors. Legolas would soon be there, and then she could smile freely again. But the girl had forgotten about the Oliphaunts, and as one crashed to the ground only feet away from her Tricia fell from her horse. Stright into the path of some retreating orcs.
The men cheered as they saw Aragorn's army of the dead begin to kill off the remaining orcs and Southrons. Though the ghost men scared them, they could not deny that they were a great help and their last hope for victory. The men soon began to look for their wounded, as the last of the enemy retreated.
"Maybe..this is the way it was meant to be." The blood poured freely from her side. The wound was deep and more than likely fatal. At least this way..she could die knowing that the one she loved was safe. The girl fell to her knees and let the tears flow freely down her face. The memories of home filled her mind, and she knew she had to go on. Make sure that her family would live without knowing the evils of Saroun. The girl got up, wiped awat the tears and blood, then made her way towards the entrance of Minas Tirith, making sure to cover her wound with her armour, the other's would be waiting for her.
A/N: OOOOHHHHH!!!! Cliffhangerness! (okay..that is definitely not a word). Sorry about it, but I just can't go and tell you who's gonna die. That would be boring! Try following the clues.aheheheh. Please R&R and goodnight all!