Summary: This is a story about the War of the Rings from the view of a Gondor soldier who is dispatched by Boromir to guard an envoy heading to Edoras around the time the Fellowship is going to Rohan. Read and find out!
A loud horn call could be heard from inside the armory at Minas Tirth.
A young man clad in a blue colored top and black pants ran out onto the street as he heard the horn call. He quickly dashed up the rising stone road as he climbed the levels of the city until he finally reached a high domed stone building. He entered the building his light amber eyes looking among the statues of the many famous generals that had served under the Steward and Kings of the West. His eyes then went to the voice which echoed from the domed building.
" You!," A man adorned in the traditional armor of Gondor called to him as he approached him. The man stood at least six-five showing distinct Numerorean descent." We need to arm up.."
The young man took a step back feeling a bit intiminated by the man," Sir.. Where are all the other men..?"
The man looked down at him his brown locks coming out of the helmet. No questions can be answered! We must make haste to Edoras.. On horseback! By the way what is your name?"
The young man looked up at him replied softly," Yes, sir.. My name is Heromir.. Son of Lihino.."
The armored man nodded," Pleasure to meet you Heromir son of Lihino.. I'am Viro.. Now hurry and arm yourself.. Boromir had ordered a few weeks after his departure to Rivendell to have a peace envoy go to Edoras without Denethors knowing."
Heromirs eyes widened in fright as he thought," Without Denethors knowing.. This must have been of grave importance."
Heromir hurried deeper into the armor as he looked among the armamants. He slipped on some chain mail feeling the weight go over his shoulders as he winced adjusting to the weight. He then sat down slipping on the thick brown boots as he tied them tightly. While on the ground he grabbed the armored chin guards as he tied both of them onto each leg. He got up wabbling feeling that he had just gained a bunch of weight.
Viro walked in growing rather impatient.," Stay still." He commannded. Heromir rose up his arms and Viro slipped the large silver body armor over him. He then began expecting the arm length of the armor making sure the armor showed no signs of rusting. He then handed Heromir a long sword and a shield." You are read," He said," Meet me at the gatehouse in a half hour."
Viro quickly ran out the sound of his armor followed as he was then heard leaving on the horse. Heromir sighed as he tightened a belt around the lower part of his armor and sheathed his sword as he grabbed a long brillaintly carved spear as he dashed outside running to the Gatehouse.
After climbing down to levels he assembled with four other Gondor soldiers along with what seemed to be a noble dressed in a long red robe on a horse. Viro rode in along with five other horses." Men we have been assembled to escort Lord Gergor to Edoras on a envoy to King Theoden of Rohan."
Heromir looked at the other four soldiers who seemed to be veterans from past conflicts. He took off his helmet his short blonde hair soaked with sweat from the run down from the third level. The other soldiers grew out their hair, but Heromir found it to be an annoyance under the helmet especially with long hair. He heard the brown haired soldier whisper to another," Aiye I also have heard of the rumors of Sarumans new allegiance, but I do not believe a wizard would ever surrender to the Dark Lord."
Viro then shouted over the whispers," Men sally to your horses and we ride!"
Heromir and the other soldiers follwoed his orders. Heromir strapped his sword and shield to his saddle and kept a hold of his spear. He gulped watching the huge gate of Minas Tirth open before them as they rode through Pelannor Field across from Osligath, the once capital of Gondor now a battlefield between the Nameless Enemy and Gondor. He felt the wind brush against his pale face as he looked onward awaiting the perils ahead that lay ahead.