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Chapter Twelve
"When are we going to get there?" Fonia whined. The patrol had been traveling for three days now, and they were all getting restless. They had already come across a band of orcs, but with the protection of their elven armor and blessings form the Valar, none had fallen. Besides, there were about two hundred elves, and only fifteen or so orcs. "I can't believe we've already been gone for three days."
"The ride from Mirkwood to Edoras is a three-day journey. We'll be there by night fall. And you should be glad that we've only come across one band of orcs, and that it was a small band, otherwise we could have all been taken out," Aragorn informed Fonia.
Legolas nodded his head in agreement. "Orcs show no mercy to anyone. Once they find their prey, they don't hesitate in going after it, especially when it comes to females." He looked at Fonia, his usually unreadable eyes clearly showing that he was worried about her.
"Don't worry. I'm a strong tough elf. No orc will find a way to get at me with out a fair fight." Fonia then turned to Haldir. "Why exactly are we going to Edoras and Minas Tirith?" she asked him.
"To recruit men to help us succeed. Do you honestly think that we can complete our mission with a mere two hundred elves? Some bands of orcs are five times that number. No, we need the help of man, and we are most likely to find it there." Haldir nodded his head at her, and giving her a weak smile, he turned to another elf addressing him.
"So we've only a few hours left," Fonia said, her face lighting up somewhat.
Legolas noted the change in her mood, and inside he was glad. Fonia had seemed, well, not all there, which was not a very good thing. Keeping your wits about you was necessary while traveling in the wilderness, let alone out in the open, which was where they were, for they dared not enter the forest of Fangorn when they passed it. Stories and tales of long ago made the place empty except those mystical creatures of Beorn, who people weren't even sure existed, and the foul creatures whom dared enter that unfortunate place.
"Is there anything wrong?" he asked. "You haven't seemed to be, well, completely there these last few days."
Fonia would have answered, but Cydrim became wild. Her nostrils flared and eyes went wide.
Fonia quickly understood what Cydrim was trying to say. "There are orcs behind us coming this way, just beyond the ridge we just came over. We can not out race them, for they are coming at a very fast pace."
"Do you have any idea how many?" Haldir asked.
"I know not, but I pray to the Valar that we are able to defeat them without too much of a loss," she replied.
Just then, the elves behind started getting louder. They saw a black line coming towards them.
"We can't defeat them alone," Haldir sighed. "We need help.
Fonia quickly volunteered. "I can ride ahead to Edoras. My horse is the fastest here, and will quickly bring help."
Haldir nodded his head at her. "Be fast."
"I'll go with you," Legolas said, going forward to go with her.
Haldir stopped him. "No. We need you here."
"I'll be okay," Fonia whispered to him, putting a hand on his cheek.
Legolas knew she had won. "Ride hard, and be back as soon as you can." With that last note from Legolas, Fonia was off, galloping across the open plains towards Edoras. What would have taken the patrol a couple hours only took her three quarters of an hour.
As she rode closer and closer to the town, the gates opened, allowing her to gallop all the way to the Hall of Eomer King, the ruler of Edoras, forhis uncle, Theoden King, had fallen at Pelonor Fields.
Fonia came to a halt at the stone steps of Edoras, quickly dismounted Cydrim, and handed the reins off to a man there. He went to take Cydrim to the barn, but Fonia stopped him.
"Do not move my horse, for I shall be heading out again within a couple minutes from now." She ran up the steps, ignoring the guards, who were trying to stop her from entering. But she just shoved past them.
"Filthy she-elf," one of them muttered.
Fonia's ears perked up at this, and quicker than a flash of lightening, she had her blades crossed at his throat. "I'd watch what you say while I am within range to hear you." A small trickle of blood ran down the guard's neck. She dropped her blades from his neck. As she walked away and up the hall, she put her blades back into their sheaths.
"Who is this who approaches me alone clad in battle armor?" asked Eomer.
"I am traveling with the patrol of Haldir…" Fonia would have gone on, but Eomer interrupted her.
"I have heard of this patrol of elves and one man, but why is a she-elf traveling with them?"
Fonia felt her anger rising, but closed her eyes and forced it back down. When she opened them, she continued on. "That is irrelevant at the moment. What is relevant at the moment is the fact that my patrol is out there trying to fight a group of orcs that might be larger than our own. We need your help."
"Well, this is interesting,"Eomer commented, thinking of the situation.
Fonia was growing impatient. "Will you help us or not?"
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The patrol was pressing on at a relatively fast pace, not at a gallop, but at a slower canter, for it was hard to go fast in a big group of horses. Though the patrol was going at a fairly quick pace, the orcs were coming even faster. Haldir gravely stopped them and got them into a formation. He centered himself in front of them. The orcs were slowly growing closer.
"I know this may seem like there will be no way to defeat these orcs, but look at the bright side. At least there aren't as many as there were at the battles of Helms Deep or Pellenor Fields." Haldir seemed at a loss of words, which was hardly ever, but he swallowed his fear and continued on speaking. "Don't show them any fear nor mercy, for you will receive none from them. Fight hard, and keep hope, for help is on the way." Haldir then took his place in the center of the front line. By that time, the orcs had stopped, formed ranks, and were slowly marching forward towards them. "Archers, get ready!" he yelled at them. The notching of arrows could be heard. Haldir notched his own bow. "Release!" Arrows whizzed through the air, and the front line fell, but more replaced where it had been. "Open fire!" arrows flew through the air for a couple seconds, when Haldir shouted, "Blades at the ready!" He pointed his sword forward, and the elves rushed forward at the nearing orcs.
"I just hope Fonia gets back soon," Legolas thought to himself, and headed forward with the rest.
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