Dropped Into Where?

Disclaimer:
Me- drags a random person off the street> Ok RP, tell them how much I own.
RP- How much do you own? Looks around Doesn't look like much…
Me- You heard 'em people, I own nothing! sighs> Life sucks, get over it.

Chapter 9: Wargs Attack

I woke up on the ground, to someone dumping a bucket full of ice cold water on my head. Knowing her, Cassy probably would have taken full advantage. Damn. That just made my migraine one hell of a lot worse. Ouch…

"Wakey wakey!" She yelled at me. My poor ears… "We're leaving! Theoden actually listened to you! We need to pack!" and so on and so forth.

"What do we have to pack?" I grumbled. "What do we own?"

"A few of the women took pity on us and donated their old clothes. I took the liberty of filching a few pairs of pants so we can run, ride and fight like normal people, not too many, but enough. And we get to carry our own rations and the ones for the horses."

"Wonderful," I growled at her. "We still need saddles and saddlebags though."

"Taken care of," said another voice somewhere above me. "The king has lent them to you for use on this trip. And if you prove loyal to him, he will most likely give them to you."

"Hey Legolas," I heard Cass say. "Need something?"

"Just making sure she was alive," he told her. Well don't I feel loved.

"Why do you care?" I croaked. "I mean, seriously, what am I to the war? I'm a teenage girl. What use would I be?"

"You're an archer, aren't you?" he retorted. "We need as many warriors as we can get, female or not, no matter what Theoden says."

I groaned. Oh joy, I was going to die young. My mind unconsciously turned back to the conversation Cassy and I had had just a few hours earlier. Maybe… we it was suicide if she was wrong, and I wasn't going to risk it.

"You're wanted in the Golden Hall as soon as she has changed and you have both packed," he told Cass and walked (or nanced) off.

I sat up and groaned when my head reeled from blood drainage. Cassy just responded with another bucket of water on my head.

"That was for the smell," she told me. Haha. Haha. I'm not laughing.

The walk back to our room was quite uneventful, except for the instant that we saw that was had a visitor.

"I am sorry to barge into your rooms, but Theoden King requested that I give these to you, and I did not know where else to put them," Aragorn told us. He held out a bow, quiver of arrows, two long knives and two swords. How he actually kept anything from tumbling to the ground, I will never know.

"Tell Theoden King we give him thanks for his gifts," replied Cass. Aragorn nodded, placed the weapons on a bed and left.

I raised an eyebrow. She nodded and we went over to look at what we had been given. One of the swords was slightly curved and much lighter than the other, so I took it. It had strange marking down the side, presumably some form of Elvish that I couldn't recognize. The handle was a dark jade-like substance, and bore the same markings that ran down the blade. The blade itself was a dark silver in color, and had a strange, unnatural sheen. I picked it up, and felt a shiver run down my spine at the cold jade of the hilt. Cass took the other one, straight and over six feet in length (a lot longer than she is tall), probably a ranger's sword. It was dully colored from much use, but still sharp as a razor. She also took the two long-knives, strapping their sheaths to the belt she wore over her dress.

We were summoned back to Meduseld a little while later, and commanded to take all our belongings (our pitiful few) and rations for the trip to Helm's Deep. We were (what's new there) told to disarm before entering the hall.

Gandalf and Aragorn were just leaving the Great Hall as we were disarming, so we picked up our stuff, turned right around and walked back out.

"Gandalf! Why are you letting Theoden do this? He's walking into a trap! There's no way out of that ravine!" I shouted at him, barely avoiding another blow from Aragorn for speaking out of turn again.

"Because he is King in this land, and I have no power over him!" Gandalf snapped back at me. Eep. Never get a wizard angry, it's not a pretty picture.

Cass tugged my sleeve. "Come on," she whispered, "let's get away from los bozos and pack."

I nodded, and we excused ourselves.

The next morning, at literally predawn light, we were roused and told to go down to the stables with our things and saddle our horses. We would leave Edoras as soon as dawn fully broke. We would be riding with the fellowship and the king's household, so we had to look sharp. At sunrise? Look sharp? For days of riding? Good Lord.

It all went pretty smoothly until we were about a day and a half from the Deep. Legolas and I were chatting about one thing or another, and then the scouts started yelling like they were trying to raise hell. They were nearly succeeding too.

Cassy immediately followed Legolas (who had immediately run off) to "rescue" our scouts from the orc scouts, but they got killed and thrown all over the place anyways. Unidentified flying innards. Ewwww…

Next thing we knew, we were in the middle of the Rohirrim on our way to our first battle. Talk about anxiety attacks, when you don't know if you're going to be killed in the next half-hour or not. Please let me live through this! But if I don't, hey, I will have died… not exactly happy, but not in pain either. Oh well. Here we go.

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