DISCLAIMER: I don't own it, I don't claim to own it, I don't really want to own it (although all the royalties and movie money would be nice…)
Note: Sorry about the abrupt end to the last chapter but you will understand why in just a few moments (Éowyn apologizes as well).
Lady F-P of the Rings
March 6, Year 3019 Helm's Deep
I apologize for my sudden cut-off last night. While I was writing, I heard a sudden cry. I dropped my diary and ran in the general direction of the sound.
It turned out to be poor Pippin. He had looked into the stone that Wormtongue had thrown (also known as the Orthanc-Stone or a palantir). Saruman had used it to communicate with Sauron, so when Pippin looked into it, Sauron thought that Saruman was forcing Pippin to look to torture him. Luckily, Pippin didn't tell him anything.
Everything seemed to be all right, but then as we were all discussing what to do, a Nazgul flew over the camp. Gandalf quickly decided that he and Pippin must set off at once (I assume for Minas Tirith). The rest of us set off soon after for Helm's Deep. On our way there, one of the rear guard came and reported that they had heard riders behind us, coming fast. We turned to face them.
Fortunately, they were kin of Aragorn, come to help us, as well as Elladen and Elohir, sons of Lord Elrond and brothers of Arwen. Needless to say, Aragorn was happy to see them all. They all seemed very much like him (except the elves of course). I was quickly excluded from all of the conversations, until one of the sons of Elrond (I'm not sure which) noticed me riding beside Legolas.
"My lady," he said courteously, "What forces you to ride with these soldiers?"
"Nothing forces me, my lord," I said.
"Oh? Is it customary for Rohirrim women to ride into battle?"
"No, it is not. But it is also not customary for the Rohirrim to not use every possible advantage that they have."
"And how are you an advantage to the Rohirrim? Something tells me it is not your great beauty that sets you apart."
I blushed at this, although it was dark, so he might not have seen. Legolas did though, and grinned before saying, "It is not Lady Éowyn's beauty that brings her to battle, although that is one of her many strengths."
"Stop it Legolas! You're making me blush," I protested before telling the other elf, "You see I am the Sixth Istari. So I have magical powers…like setting things on fire."
"Wow, a pyromaniac wizard. That helps a lot."
"It does when orcs are flammable!" I argued.
"Flammable orcs?"
"Yes, flammable orcs."
"I didn't know orcs were flammable."
"Well, at least the ones from Isenguard that attacked at Helm's Deep were flammable.
"Interesting."
"Yes, very interesting."
And that was pretty much the end of that. Afterwards he went to talk to his brother and Aragorn. Nothing else exciting happened on the way here. Oh, I have to go, it has come time for midday meal.
Note: I'm sorry if this is a bit shorter than (what is now) normal but the next one was too long to combine them as one entry. Lady F-P of the Rings