Sharp grey rocks surrounded us as we made our way to Dimholt. We where on our horses, going quietly along, no one said a word. The feeling around us was so strong. We felt fear, we could all feel it.
"What kind of an army would linger in such a place?," Gimli asked.
"One that is cursed. Long ago the Men of the Mountain swore an oath to the last King of Gondor, to come to his aid, to fight. But when the time came, when Gondor's need was dire, they fled. And so Isildur cursed them, never to rest until they had fulfilled their oath." Legolas explained.
"Why did they." but stopped, I looked at the opening that was carved into the rock it self. We stood there in silence taking in the sight.
"The very warmth of my blood seems drawn away" Gimli whispered.
"The way is shut. It was made by those who are dead, and The Dead keep it. The way is shut." Legolas said as he dismounted off of his horse. Gimli and Aragorn followed, I was last as I jumped down, holding onto the reins.
The horses began to get restless and frightened. We slowly approached the opening and the horses went crazy. As a gust of hair came out of the tunnel, I lost grip of the reins and my horse ran away. Shortly afte, the other two horses took off.
"Brego!" I yelled trying to call out to the horse, but it was no use.
"I do not fear death!" Aragorn said, and he walked proudly into the tunnel, showing no fear. Then Legolas shortly followed.
"Legolas.." I yelled but he was gone.
"Well, this is a thing unheard of. An Elf will go underground where a Dwarf dare not! Ah, I'd never hear the end of it!" Gimli said, he stomped his feat a few times, then finally went in.
"Gimli.no," but still it was no use.
"But I do fear death." I said to myself and started to walk in.
"You picked the wrong choice.." I heard a voice say right as I entered. Did I really pick the wrong choice? I picked the wrong choice when I went on this journey.
I had caught up to Aragorn, Gimli and Legolas as they ran into a huge hall. Aragorn held a metal torch for light, but only little could be seen. Then a figure appeared.
"The king of the dead," I whispered to no one. It was a ghost, a real ghost. He had a crown on his head, and was the color green. Green, what I had saw outside the mountain the other night.
"Who enters my domain?" it asked.
"One who will have your allegiance." Aragorn yelled, but the King did not care.
"The Dead do not suffer the living to pass." It hissed.
"You will suffer me,"
The King of the dead let out a laugh, and soon we where surrounded by the dead. Legolas, Gimli and I huddled close to each other, our backs together looking at them. But Aragorn stood alone.
"The way is shut. It was made by those who are dead and The Dead keep it. The way is shut. Now you all must die," it yelled. They started to close in, and Legolas let go an arrow at one of them closest to me, but it went right through them.
"I summon you to fulfill your oath." Aragorn yelled his hand on his sword.
"None but the King of Gondor may command me." The king threatened. Aragorn lifted his sword Andúril. up, and the King attacks him with his sword. They ran at each other, but Aragorn then grabbed the king by his throat.
"How can he." I said to myself.
"That line was broken!" The king yelled, shocked that the sword had been put back together.
"It has been remade" he said letting the king go." Fight for us, and regain your honor.what say you?" he walked through the crowd and looked at each one of them.
"You waste your time, Aragorn! They had no honor in life, they have none now in death." Gimli yelled.
"I am Isildur's heir! Fight for me, and I will hold your oaths fulfilled.what say you?" he yelled one more time, until they finally agreed. Maybe we had a chance to save my home.
We went on the black ships, after the pirates had been taken care of. I looked over the edge at the water. Legolas came up, and stood next to me, with his arm around me.
"What is wrong," he asked. I looked at him, and decided to tell him, if everything went the way it was going, I would die before I saw the end of the war.
"A long time ago, before this happened. I had a dream that said I would have to make a choice on a journey, if I made the wrong choice I would die." I explained. "Before we left Rivendell, I told everyone Aragorn and Elrond forced me to go. They gave me a choice to stay or come, and I decided to join the Fellowship."
"Why did you blame it on Aragorn that you where here." Legolas asked.
"I thought I would be able to get back those years that I lost with him, but really I couldn't. I didn't know what I was getting myself into. No one did I guess. But right before I entered the tunnel to The Dead, a voice said I made a wrong choice. I don't think I am going to see the end of this war."
"Do you think that is your fate," he asked. "Dieing.I will not let you die, as long as I love you."
"Legolas.Alisa. Hide we are approaching."
This is it, I am going back home. Fighting for those I love and for freedom. If only Frodo and Sam make it to Mount Doom, then I know that this was not the wrong choice. That I am here for a reason.