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Chapter 30
Once the Wizard had pushed the doors open, they seemed to stay open by themselves. Jane stepped warily into the amazingly polished hall, lined with statues of Kings long dead. She supposed they were Aragorn's ancestors.
~ "God...how long has Gondor been without a King?" she thought to herself, walking away from Pippin and Gandalf and staring at the statues with interest.
Gandalf cleared his throat and gave Jane a look to come back.
She couldn't see any guards, or even the Steward in the long, cold room, and at first she thought the three were alone. Gandalf then spoke to the darkness.
"Hail Denethor, son of Ecthelion, Lord and Steward of Gondor."
Jane looked around, puzzled, to where Gandalf was speaking. The throne was empty and looked as if it had not been sat in for centuries. The girl then noticed that beside the throne was a smaller grey throne, not nearly as majestic as the one for the King.
Sitting in the chair was a man clad in black. He was motionless and hunched over, focused on an object clasped in his hands. His long, thinning grey hair hung down covering most of his face.
"I come with tidings in this dark hour," Gandalf spoke in a commanding tone, "and with counsel."
Denethor did not respond but sat there, still as a statue, no sign of emotion present on his pale, lined face. Then, to the girl's surprise, he raised his head and spoke.
"Perhaps you have come to explain this..." The Steward said softly, his deep voice echoing off the marble interior of the hall. He held up two broken pieces of the horn of Gondor. Jane gasped softly.
"Perhaps you have come to tell me why my son is dead."
Jane quickly looked down at her feet, trying hard to push the image of Boromir lying dead at the base of a tree out of her head. There was a slight pause, and then to the surprise of Jane, and the annoyance of Gandalf, the hobbit spoke.
"Boromir died to save us; my kinsman and me," Pippin piped up bravely, "He fell defending us from many foes."
She could have sworn she saw Denthor's eyes flicker towards her at that moment, but when she stared at him, he looked away.
"I offer you my service as it is." The hobbit said, bending down and kneeling to Denethor.
"As do I."
Jane stepped forward and bowed, "my Lord," she said, hoping her voice sounded a lot stronger then she felt, "I was present when Boromir fell...I also have skill with a blade."
"And who are you?" The Steward asked coldly, his grey eyes darting from her face, to the sword on her belt.
"Um..." She thought wildly, a lie rapidly forming. "My name is...Jane, I am a girl of Rohan...taught to fight by...by my father...I have accompanied Gandalf and Pippin to Minus Tirith to aid Gondor in battle." Jane looked at him hopefully, but all she got in return was an expression of disgust.
"Is this...some kind of a joke?" Denethor said, his manner so hateful that Jane stepped back in surprise.
"Joke? No..." Gandalf said blankly, "The girl and the hobbit want to serve Gondor." The wizard spoke with a hint of annoyance in his voice.
Jane nodded eagerly. ~ "Oh, pleasepleaseplease..." she thought desperately.
Denethor seemed to think it over for a few seconds. "The hobbit...may serve Gondor...the girl may not." He spoke icily, hunching over again and looking down at the cleaved horn.
"WHA-?" Jane's mouth fell open, she looked from Pippin to Gandalf for some kind of help, but none came.
"It- It's because I'm a girl isn't it?" She yelled at Denethor, who looked as if he never heard her. "Please...just give me a chance."
She stood there a moment, waiting for some kind of response. But when none came, Gandalf quietly cleared his throat and gave Jane a meaningful look.
"Jane...go outside and wait." Gandalf ordered, speaking from the corner of his mouth.
The girl remained rooted to that spot for a few seconds. She seemed to be having difficulty talking due to rage.
"This isn't over yet." She said in forced calmness, throwing a scathing look at Denethor's form. He still hadn't moved.
"I'll be outside," Jane mumbled to Gandalf, turning on her heals and stalking out of the hall, slamming the huge doors behind her.
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Carla sat looking out broadly a few days later as the sun roe over the plains or Rohan. She hadn't been sleeping much lately (She figured it had a lot to do with worry over Jane) and was up all the time before all the others had risen.
It was her 'alone' and 'think' time.
Everyday she wondered with apprehension when, or if, the beacons of Gondor would be lit. Everyone, especially Aragorn, was getting a little freaked out over that. Gandalf had left over three days ago...why weren't the beacons lit? Had something gone wrong?
Carla was so up on her thoughts that she did not even hear as footsteps walked up behind and then stood beside her.
"You have risen early," a voice broke through Carla's thoughts.
She jumped a bit in surprise, from someone breaking into her thoughts so suddenly, and then turned to face who had joined her.
To her surprise, it was Eomer.
"I haven't been getting much sleep lately," Carla replied, raising an eyebrow, "and it seems I'm not the only one who gets up so early,"
Eomer gave a slight shrug, but did not reply. A silence settled over the two.
"I wonder what's taking Gandalf so long to get those stupid beacons lit..." Carla spoke, more to herself than anyone else.
"You have never met the steward," Eomer replied with a small shake of his head, "he will not accept aid easily,"
"Why the hell are humans so damn stubborn?" Carla mused aloud, "I mean seriously...why is it that we just can't seem to ask for help when we need it?"
Eomer looked over to the girl and raised an eyebrow, "Then I guess it is the same in your world?"
"If not worse," Carla replied with a small laugh, "in general, everyone in my world tries to act tougher than they really are and then they turn out looking like idiots because of it! Anyway, back to the beacon thing...when they finally get lit, will Theoden actually ride out to help Gondor? I mean he is pretty pissed at them..."
"My uncle will ride to the aid of Gondor," Eomer replied after a few moments, "for he knows that this war will decide all of Middle-Earth's fate,"
Carla let her eyes wander back to the rising sun. The plains below her were being painted in the brilliant oranges and yellows.
~ Damn...how did I get myself into this? ~ She thought briefly, before Eomer interrupted her again.
"Who taught you to use a blade?" he asked, turning to face her again, "for you have quite the skill with both blade and bow,"
Carla smiled a bit, "Well, I was in archery and swordsmanship classes back in my world, and lets just say after being attacked by big ugly orcs, you learn to defend yourself pretty quickly... why the interest?"
Eomer let out a little laugh "I find you interesting,"
Carla smiled at him, "Well as fun as our conversation has been," Carla told him, "I better go...Niori will be up soon, and she's just so fun to annoy..."
"Till another time," Eomer replied.
"Sure thing," Carla smiled softly at him before re-entering the Golden hall.
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She sat outside seething, for what felt like forever. Jane soon started to drift into an uneasy sleep before she was roughly awoken by Pippin. He looked fearful, Gandalf looked almost angry.
"That didn't go too well." Gandalf said irritably, grabbing Jane's outstretched hand and pulling her off the ground.
"Y' mean, worse than it did with me?" said Jane darkly, glaring at the closed oak doors.
"Yes." Said the Wizard, his expression softening, "Listen, I know you want to fight...but I think..." He seemed to be choosing his words carefully. "I think it's best if you don't."
She looked horrorstruck, "I'm pretending I didn't just hear that," she said through clenched teeth ", and asking you what went on in there"- she jabbed her finger towards "to make you this pissed."
So, through the period of five minutes, Gandalf proceeded to tell the girl what went on through closed doors, Pippin adding something in every now and then.
"So, in a nutshell, you have got to get the beacon of Gondor lit...and Denethor doesn't want it to be...because Aragorn is with Theoden and the Rohan people...and he doesn't like Aragorn..." She frowned. "Why not?" Jane asked, grabbing her horse's reins and following him and Shadowfax to the royal stables.
"He doesn't want to surrender the throne to any other." Gandalf muttered, directing her towards a pair of grey (isn't everything?!) doors.
"But...if the beacons don't get lit, it means Rohan doesn't come...which means... we're kind of doomed." She finished the last part rather quietly.
Gandalf made a sort of non-committal noise in his throat. Jane highly doubted he had heard the last part of her prediction.
"But I shall contemplate this tomorrow. It is getting dark, and I know you are both quite weary from our long journey."
The girl nodded sleepily, pulling her horse along behind her. Jane had forgotten just how tired she really was; the excitement of the day had had her adrenaline pumping.
Pippin yawned and nodded, holding the doors open for the two horses and their riders.
Once they had gotten their horses comfortable in the stables, they went in search of somewhere to rest. Thankfully, the guards of Minus Tirith knew Gandalf (as Mithrandir) and they let the wizard and his companions in without questioning.
They were lead to two rooms, one for Jane, and one for Gandalf and Pippin to share. Jane's room had a large bed, a white fur carpet on the floor, and ancient tapestries decorating the white walls. There was also a roaring fire in the fireplace. There was a door separating the two rooms ("This stays locked at all times, got it?" Jane said firmly to Pippin, taking the key). The girl flung her small pack on the floor next to her bed, shed her outer clothes and crawled into bed. She fell into a deep, troubled sleep; dreams filled with war and death.
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"So I imagine this is just a ceremonial position," Pippin said, inspecting his armor," they don't actually expect me to do any fighting, do they?"
Jane, Pippin, and Gandalf were all on the balcony connected to Pippin and Gandalf's room. They were overlooking Minis Tirith. Jane was sitting on the floor, leaning against the railing. Gandalf was standing beside her, smoking his pipe.
The girl rolled her eyes, "Yeah, that was the idea." Jane said coolly.
Gandalf looked slightly amused," Peregrin Took, Guard of the Citadel. You're going to have to do as you're told."
Jane scowled and crossed her arms over her chest. She was still furious at Denethor and his sexist idea that woman can't fight. ~ "And I should be!" Jane thought angrily, glancing over jealously at Pippin's new armor and chain mail. ~ "That horrible, stuck-up..."
She was so busy thinking nasty thoughts about the Steward, it took her a second before she realized Pippin had walked to Gandalf's side, and they were talking gravely about the upcoming war. Jane pushed herself up off the ground and brushed herself off.
"Is there any hope, Gandalf? For Frodo, Sam, and Erin?" Pippin asked softly.
Jane's ears perked up. Erin? How long had it been since she last saw her? According to Faramir, they were all still alive, but Erin must be very pregnant by now...
"How long have I been in this world?" Jane interrupted. Pippin looked a bit taken aback, he probably forgot she was there."Um... about 8 months, maybe?" he guessed, shrugging his shoulders.
"8 MONTHS?!!?" Jane cried, rushing to their sides. "Do you know what this means?!" Erin must have had the baby by now! Oh my God! I hope she's alright! Do you know where they are?"
Gandalf gravely shook his head. "We no not if they are dead or alive."
Jane's eyes widened in sudden horror, "W-what? D-dead?" she stuttered, "What do you mean by that?!" Gandalf did not answer but looked away from the distraught girl, focusing his eyes on Oroduin. "Our enemy is ready. His full strength is gathered. Not only orcs, but men as well, legions of Haradrim from the South, Mercenaries from the Coast...all will answer Mordor's call," he paused, turning his head towards Pippin and Jane.
"This will be the end of Gondor as we know it."
Jane and Pippin exchanged looks of shock as they both continued to listen to the wizard. "If the river is taken," he continued, "if the garrison at Osgiliath falls, the last defense of this city will be gone."
"But we have the White Wizard," Pippin said hopefully, a smile playing on his face," that's got to count for something."
Gandalf did not answer, but continued to stare out into the fading dusk.
"Gandalf?" Jane spoke softly, hoping he'd say something...anything to make the nervous pangs in her stomach go away.
"Sauron is yet to reveal his deadliest servant, the one who will lead Mordor's armies to war...the one they say, no living man can kill." His face- hardened, "The witch-King of Angmar! He is the Lord of the Nazgul. Minus Morgul is his lair."
Letting this all sink in, Jane quietly turned around and let her body slide down the railing so that she was on the floor again. No one had any idea where Erin (her baby), Frodo, and Sam, where; and for all she knew, they could be in Minus Morgul with that...thing!
~ "I will fight," a voice in her head said loudly, "I'll fight for Erin and her baby. No matter what that bastard of a steward says."
At that very moment, a dull roar erupted from within Minus Morgul. Upon hearing this, Jane jumped back up and stood beside Pippin, her eyes wide with fear.
The dull roar got louder, a green light shooting from Minus Morgul to the clouds above. The three looked on; terrified, from the balcony, unable to say a word. Gandalf's face remained serious; it was hard to tell what he was feeling. Pippin's expression grew scared and the wizard gently put his arm around him for comfort.
"The board is ready," he said quietly, "the pieces are moving."
The green, swirling column continued to rise angrily up into the sky. Jane, overcome with worry for her pregnant friend, buried her face in her arms and cried; covering her ears to block out the roar issuing from within Minus Morgul.
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Chapter 30
Once the Wizard had pushed the doors open, they seemed to stay open by themselves. Jane stepped warily into the amazingly polished hall, lined with statues of Kings long dead. She supposed they were Aragorn's ancestors.
~ "God...how long has Gondor been without a King?" she thought to herself, walking away from Pippin and Gandalf and staring at the statues with interest.
Gandalf cleared his throat and gave Jane a look to come back.
She couldn't see any guards, or even the Steward in the long, cold room, and at first she thought the three were alone. Gandalf then spoke to the darkness.
"Hail Denethor, son of Ecthelion, Lord and Steward of Gondor."
Jane looked around, puzzled, to where Gandalf was speaking. The throne was empty and looked as if it had not been sat in for centuries. The girl then noticed that beside the throne was a smaller grey throne, not nearly as majestic as the one for the King.
Sitting in the chair was a man clad in black. He was motionless and hunched over, focused on an object clasped in his hands. His long, thinning grey hair hung down covering most of his face.
"I come with tidings in this dark hour," Gandalf spoke in a commanding tone, "and with counsel."
Denethor did not respond but sat there, still as a statue, no sign of emotion present on his pale, lined face. Then, to the girl's surprise, he raised his head and spoke.
"Perhaps you have come to explain this..." The Steward said softly, his deep voice echoing off the marble interior of the hall. He held up two broken pieces of the horn of Gondor. Jane gasped softly.
"Perhaps you have come to tell me why my son is dead."
Jane quickly looked down at her feet, trying hard to push the image of Boromir lying dead at the base of a tree out of her head. There was a slight pause, and then to the surprise of Jane, and the annoyance of Gandalf, the hobbit spoke.
"Boromir died to save us; my kinsman and me," Pippin piped up bravely, "He fell defending us from many foes."
She could have sworn she saw Denthor's eyes flicker towards her at that moment, but when she stared at him, he looked away.
"I offer you my service as it is." The hobbit said, bending down and kneeling to Denethor.
"As do I."
Jane stepped forward and bowed, "my Lord," she said, hoping her voice sounded a lot stronger then she felt, "I was present when Boromir fell...I also have skill with a blade."
"And who are you?" The Steward asked coldly, his grey eyes darting from her face, to the sword on her belt.
"Um..." She thought wildly, a lie rapidly forming. "My name is...Jane, I am a girl of Rohan...taught to fight by...by my father...I have accompanied Gandalf and Pippin to Minus Tirith to aid Gondor in battle." Jane looked at him hopefully, but all she got in return was an expression of disgust.
"Is this...some kind of a joke?" Denethor said, his manner so hateful that Jane stepped back in surprise.
"Joke? No..." Gandalf said blankly, "The girl and the hobbit want to serve Gondor." The wizard spoke with a hint of annoyance in his voice.
Jane nodded eagerly. ~ "Oh, pleasepleaseplease..." she thought desperately.
Denethor seemed to think it over for a few seconds. "The hobbit...may serve Gondor...the girl may not." He spoke icily, hunching over again and looking down at the cleaved horn.
"WHA-?" Jane's mouth fell open, she looked from Pippin to Gandalf for some kind of help, but none came.
"It- It's because I'm a girl isn't it?" She yelled at Denethor, who looked as if he never heard her. "Please...just give me a chance."
She stood there a moment, waiting for some kind of response. But when none came, Gandalf quietly cleared his throat and gave Jane a meaningful look.
"Jane...go outside and wait." Gandalf ordered, speaking from the corner of his mouth.
The girl remained rooted to that spot for a few seconds. She seemed to be having difficulty talking due to rage.
"This isn't over yet." She said in forced calmness, throwing a scathing look at Denethor's form. He still hadn't moved.
"I'll be outside," Jane mumbled to Gandalf, turning on her heals and stalking out of the hall, slamming the huge doors behind her.
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Carla sat looking out broadly a few days later as the sun roe over the plains or Rohan. She hadn't been sleeping much lately (She figured it had a lot to do with worry over Jane) and was up all the time before all the others had risen.
It was her 'alone' and 'think' time.
Everyday she wondered with apprehension when, or if, the beacons of Gondor would be lit. Everyone, especially Aragorn, was getting a little freaked out over that. Gandalf had left over three days ago...why weren't the beacons lit? Had something gone wrong?
Carla was so up on her thoughts that she did not even hear as footsteps walked up behind and then stood beside her.
"You have risen early," a voice broke through Carla's thoughts.
She jumped a bit in surprise, from someone breaking into her thoughts so suddenly, and then turned to face who had joined her.
To her surprise, it was Eomer.
"I haven't been getting much sleep lately," Carla replied, raising an eyebrow, "and it seems I'm not the only one who gets up so early,"
Eomer gave a slight shrug, but did not reply. A silence settled over the two.
"I wonder what's taking Gandalf so long to get those stupid beacons lit..." Carla spoke, more to herself than anyone else.
"You have never met the steward," Eomer replied with a small shake of his head, "he will not accept aid easily,"
"Why the hell are humans so damn stubborn?" Carla mused aloud, "I mean seriously...why is it that we just can't seem to ask for help when we need it?"
Eomer looked over to the girl and raised an eyebrow, "Then I guess it is the same in your world?"
"If not worse," Carla replied with a small laugh, "in general, everyone in my world tries to act tougher than they really are and then they turn out looking like idiots because of it! Anyway, back to the beacon thing...when they finally get lit, will Theoden actually ride out to help Gondor? I mean he is pretty pissed at them..."
"My uncle will ride to the aid of Gondor," Eomer replied after a few moments, "for he knows that this war will decide all of Middle-Earth's fate,"
Carla let her eyes wander back to the rising sun. The plains below her were being painted in the brilliant oranges and yellows.
~ Damn...how did I get myself into this? ~ She thought briefly, before Eomer interrupted her again.
"Who taught you to use a blade?" he asked, turning to face her again, "for you have quite the skill with both blade and bow,"
Carla smiled a bit, "Well, I was in archery and swordsmanship classes back in my world, and lets just say after being attacked by big ugly orcs, you learn to defend yourself pretty quickly... why the interest?"
Eomer let out a little laugh "I find you interesting,"
Carla smiled at him, "Well as fun as our conversation has been," Carla told him, "I better go...Niori will be up soon, and she's just so fun to annoy..."
"Till another time," Eomer replied.
"Sure thing," Carla smiled softly at him before re-entering the Golden hall.
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She sat outside seething, for what felt like forever. Jane soon started to drift into an uneasy sleep before she was roughly awoken by Pippin. He looked fearful, Gandalf looked almost angry.
"That didn't go too well." Gandalf said irritably, grabbing Jane's outstretched hand and pulling her off the ground.
"Y' mean, worse than it did with me?" said Jane darkly, glaring at the closed oak doors.
"Yes." Said the Wizard, his expression softening, "Listen, I know you want to fight...but I think..." He seemed to be choosing his words carefully. "I think it's best if you don't."
She looked horrorstruck, "I'm pretending I didn't just hear that," she said through clenched teeth ", and asking you what went on in there"- she jabbed her finger towards "to make you this pissed."
So, through the period of five minutes, Gandalf proceeded to tell the girl what went on through closed doors, Pippin adding something in every now and then.
"So, in a nutshell, you have got to get the beacon of Gondor lit...and Denethor doesn't want it to be...because Aragorn is with Theoden and the Rohan people...and he doesn't like Aragorn..." She frowned. "Why not?" Jane asked, grabbing her horse's reins and following him and Shadowfax to the royal stables.
"He doesn't want to surrender the throne to any other." Gandalf muttered, directing her towards a pair of grey (isn't everything?!) doors.
"But...if the beacons don't get lit, it means Rohan doesn't come...which means... we're kind of doomed." She finished the last part rather quietly.
Gandalf made a sort of non-committal noise in his throat. Jane highly doubted he had heard the last part of her prediction.
"But I shall contemplate this tomorrow. It is getting dark, and I know you are both quite weary from our long journey."
The girl nodded sleepily, pulling her horse along behind her. Jane had forgotten just how tired she really was; the excitement of the day had had her adrenaline pumping.
Pippin yawned and nodded, holding the doors open for the two horses and their riders.
Once they had gotten their horses comfortable in the stables, they went in search of somewhere to rest. Thankfully, the guards of Minus Tirith knew Gandalf (as Mithrandir) and they let the wizard and his companions in without questioning.
They were lead to two rooms, one for Jane, and one for Gandalf and Pippin to share. Jane's room had a large bed, a white fur carpet on the floor, and ancient tapestries decorating the white walls. There was also a roaring fire in the fireplace. There was a door separating the two rooms ("This stays locked at all times, got it?" Jane said firmly to Pippin, taking the key). The girl flung her small pack on the floor next to her bed, shed her outer clothes and crawled into bed. She fell into a deep, troubled sleep; dreams filled with war and death.
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"So I imagine this is just a ceremonial position," Pippin said, inspecting his armor," they don't actually expect me to do any fighting, do they?"
Jane, Pippin, and Gandalf were all on the balcony connected to Pippin and Gandalf's room. They were overlooking Minis Tirith. Jane was sitting on the floor, leaning against the railing. Gandalf was standing beside her, smoking his pipe.
The girl rolled her eyes, "Yeah, that was the idea." Jane said coolly.
Gandalf looked slightly amused," Peregrin Took, Guard of the Citadel. You're going to have to do as you're told."
Jane scowled and crossed her arms over her chest. She was still furious at Denethor and his sexist idea that woman can't fight. ~ "And I should be!" Jane thought angrily, glancing over jealously at Pippin's new armor and chain mail. ~ "That horrible, stuck-up..."
She was so busy thinking nasty thoughts about the Steward, it took her a second before she realized Pippin had walked to Gandalf's side, and they were talking gravely about the upcoming war. Jane pushed herself up off the ground and brushed herself off.
"Is there any hope, Gandalf? For Frodo, Sam, and Erin?" Pippin asked softly.
Jane's ears perked up. Erin? How long had it been since she last saw her? According to Faramir, they were all still alive, but Erin must be very pregnant by now...
"How long have I been in this world?" Jane interrupted. Pippin looked a bit taken aback, he probably forgot she was there."Um... about 8 months, maybe?" he guessed, shrugging his shoulders.
"8 MONTHS?!!?" Jane cried, rushing to their sides. "Do you know what this means?!" Erin must have had the baby by now! Oh my God! I hope she's alright! Do you know where they are?"
Gandalf gravely shook his head. "We no not if they are dead or alive."
Jane's eyes widened in sudden horror, "W-what? D-dead?" she stuttered, "What do you mean by that?!" Gandalf did not answer but looked away from the distraught girl, focusing his eyes on Oroduin. "Our enemy is ready. His full strength is gathered. Not only orcs, but men as well, legions of Haradrim from the South, Mercenaries from the Coast...all will answer Mordor's call," he paused, turning his head towards Pippin and Jane.
"This will be the end of Gondor as we know it."
Jane and Pippin exchanged looks of shock as they both continued to listen to the wizard. "If the river is taken," he continued, "if the garrison at Osgiliath falls, the last defense of this city will be gone."
"But we have the White Wizard," Pippin said hopefully, a smile playing on his face," that's got to count for something."
Gandalf did not answer, but continued to stare out into the fading dusk.
"Gandalf?" Jane spoke softly, hoping he'd say something...anything to make the nervous pangs in her stomach go away.
"Sauron is yet to reveal his deadliest servant, the one who will lead Mordor's armies to war...the one they say, no living man can kill." His face- hardened, "The witch-King of Angmar! He is the Lord of the Nazgul. Minus Morgul is his lair."
Letting this all sink in, Jane quietly turned around and let her body slide down the railing so that she was on the floor again. No one had any idea where Erin (her baby), Frodo, and Sam, where; and for all she knew, they could be in Minus Morgul with that...thing!
~ "I will fight," a voice in her head said loudly, "I'll fight for Erin and her baby. No matter what that bastard of a steward says."
At that very moment, a dull roar erupted from within Minus Morgul. Upon hearing this, Jane jumped back up and stood beside Pippin, her eyes wide with fear.
The dull roar got louder, a green light shooting from Minus Morgul to the clouds above. The three looked on; terrified, from the balcony, unable to say a word. Gandalf's face remained serious; it was hard to tell what he was feeling. Pippin's expression grew scared and the wizard gently put his arm around him for comfort.
"The board is ready," he said quietly, "the pieces are moving."
The green, swirling column continued to rise angrily up into the sky. Jane, overcome with worry for her pregnant friend, buried her face in her arms and cried; covering her ears to block out the roar issuing from within Minus Morgul.
~ AN- Well there you go...next you FINALLY get to find out the gender of the baby! But I give no promises about how fast Erin will update * Evil laughter * LOL! Anyway...r/r! and all that good stuff! Bai bai! ~