An- so we're back (Niori, Jane & Carla) and with nothing much to say! Oh, BTW, it's not our fault that it's taking so damn long to actually get chapters out. Blame Erin! She most likely has some (Lame) excuse about what's taking so long, but I just thought I'd tell you, because for some odd reason, I (Niori) always end up with the blame, that it's not my fault (for once!)! Anyway, on to the chapter! Enjoy!
(From Erin: Actually you can balme Aliant not me! I haven't had the internet for awhile so it's so hard to update! but now I have it back! so quit nagging me unless you know why I'm not updating!)
Chapter 34.
" What the hell do you mean I can't go?!" Carla cried, her voice rising angrily.
She had been preparing her horse to ride, when Eomer had walked up to her, and informed her that under no terms was she allowed to ride into battle.
" I mean it exactly as it sounds," Eomer replied, looking at her with a cold, unmoving, no compromising expression, " We do not need a woman riding with us and slowing us down, and getting herself killed. I will not allow it."
" Slow you down! SLOW YOU DOWN!?!?!?!?!?!" Carla was by now officially freaking out, "Listen to me you retarded…stupid…whatever!
I'm a better rider than over half of the guys here! Not to mention the small but oh so important fact that I could kick half of their Asses up and down this country side!"
Eomer gave her and exasperated glare for a few moments, " That's what you and your friends had said at Helm's deep, and you know very well what happened; your friend almost lost her life,"
"I'm NOT Niori! I'm not going to get myself killed trying to save a perverted
Elven prince! If anything I'm going kill a whole crap load of bad guys and laugh at all you sexist retards!" Carla cried angrily, causing everyone in the camp to stop what they were doing and stare at her and Eomer.
" I'm very well aware that you're not Niori, trust me, I can tell the difference," Eomer replied, his voice unfazed by Carla's out burst, " but unlike Lord Aragorn, I am not going to allow a woman to travel to war, regardless of how well she fought or rode,"
" Look you stuck up bastard!" She growled and went directly in his face, practically nose-to-nose with him and letting her fiery eyes glare, " just because you're this really hot warrior guy who happens to ride around on a horse all day and....yeah... does not give you any right to tell me what to do...EVER!!!!!! You can't tell me what I can and can't do, not in this life time or the next one!"
" I may do as I please," Eomer replied, meeting Carla's glare with one of his own, " and at this moment, I am telling you, you are not riding to Gondor,"
" SON OF A BITCH!!!!!!!!! JUST YOU DAMN-WELL WATCH
ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Carla cried angrily. Suddenly Carla got a strange expression on her face. Smirking evilly she suddenly and forcefully brought her knee up into Eomer's lower regions. Eomer gasped in pain and bent forward just as Carla stormed off yelling from over her shoulder..."I hope it hurts!!!!!!!!!!!"
The crowd of men (which had gathered when Carla had started to raise her voice) parted quickly as the angry girl pushed past them. She stormed off, back into the tent she and Niori had been sharing, mumbling curses the whole way.
" That stupid fucking bastard! Who the hell does he think he is! He's not my god damn boss! ARGH! I will ride to Gondor with them god damnit, I don't care how many fucking dumbasses I gotta kill to get there!"
" You are not the only one they will not allow to ride to war with them," a soft voice spoke from behind her.
Carla whirled around to find Eowyn standing in the opening of the tent.
" ARGH! Your bother is such a god-damned, sonofa......!" Carla cried, cutting herself short, not wanting to offend Eowyn and silently wondering to herself why she always ended up falling for the stupid heads.
" He does it only to insure no harm befalls you," Eowyn replied, stepping into the tent and closing the flap.
"Why the hell would he do something stupid like that?" Carla demanded, still very, very pissed off.
" He cares a great deal about you, and the last thing he wants is for you to be killed in a war that by all rights shouldn't even concern you,"
Carla folded her arms over her chest stubbornly. She looked closer at Eowyn, and realized that she was holding a bundle of clothes in her arms. Slowly, Eowyn held the bundle out to Carla.
" They will not permit two women to ride, but they will not notice two more men,"
Carla took the clothes and realized what Eowyn's plan was.
" We'll be riding to war," Eowyn told her, a smirk lighting up her face, " and none will know it's us,"
" Damn girl, your gonna make a good con-artist someday" Carla smirked, "What I can't get is why didn't I think of that in the first place,"
" Hurry and dress, the riders leave soon," with that, Eowyn left Carla to change, presumably to go and change herself.
" Let him stop me now!" Carla muttered to herself, pulling off her Elven clothes and starting to pull on the others.
That afternoon, Pippin and Jane went for a walk around the city. It was a nice day; the sun was shining, the sky was blue, but she still wrapped her cloak around her before departing. A surprisingly cold breeze was blowing through the city, bringing with it dark clouds on the horizon.
When they had almost reached the gates to the city and were ready to go back, Jane suddenly heard the sound of hooves behind her. Twirling around, she realized it was Gandalf on Shadowfax speeding towards her and Pippin. When he stopped beside them, Jane was struck with how old the wizard appeared just then.
"Pippin…" He gasped, grabbing the hobbit by his shoulder and thrusting him onto the horse. "Jane, I'll be back soon…don't do anything…"
And with that, he rode swiftly out of the city, through the huge metal doors that had been opened for him.
Jane craned her neck, keeping her eye on Shadowfax as the doors closed behind them. For some reason, they were heading out into the Pelannor. But Why?
Jane ran up the streets to get a better look at the field. When she finally got four stories up, all Gandalf, Pippin, and Shadowfax were was a tiny white dot heading towards-
"…What the hell is that?" Jane muttered anxiously, putting a hand to her mouth.
Her friends were riding towards a cloud of soldiers which where riding frantically towards Minus Tirith from Osgiliath. Over them, flying in the sky, were two horrible-looking creatures.
Jane strained to see what was happening. Gandalf was riding ever nearer to the soldiers ("Why?!" Jane shouted loudly) But he had raised his staff in the air. Now, townspeople had noticed what was happening on the Pelannor, and had gathered around Jane, pointing and squinting.
Just then, the wizard's staff emitted a blinding light. To Jane's delight, the light forced the evil monster-thingies away, and the soldiers finally could get to safety. Gandalf had turned Shadowfax around, and was leading the men back to the white city.
And as if a dam had been released, the whole city rushed into the streets to get a look at the soldiers, barring Jane's way and forcing her backwards.
When Jane was finally able to see Gandalf and Pippin (on Shadowfax) she vaulted a barrier and squeezed her way through the throngs of people.
At closer view, Jane could see that the wizard was talking to a (very handsome) young Gondarian soldier. She thought he looked strangely familiar.
"Gandalf, Pippin!" Jane cried, their heads turning towards her, "you had me so worried!"
The very handsome man looked at her oddly, his eyes drifting over her Nirvana t-shirt (Jane made a mental note to burn it first chance she got), and then at Pippin, who seemed exceptionally uncomfortable.
"This is not the first time halflings, accompanied by a young woman, have crossed your path?" Gandalf said slowly, comprehending the look in the man's eyes.
"No..." He said, and Jane and Pippin immediately understood.
"You've seen Frodo and Sam?" Pippin cried, the same time as Jane said, "you've seen Erin?"
'Yes," He answered, taken aback by the enthusiastic response.
"Where? When?" Gandalf said excitably.
"In Ithilien, not two days ago." He spoke, still staring at Jane and Pippin in disbelief. "But Gandalf," he said more urgently, "their taking the path to the Morgul Vale."
The wizard's face changed from happiness to abrupt worry. "Through Amon Din." He said slowly.
"Yes," The man said seriously.
"Tell me everything." Gandalf answered briskly.
He nodded, dismounting his horse and looking at Jane with his deep brown eyes.
Jane felt something inside her melt, the same way it did when she was with Aragorn.
He gave her a curt nod, "My name is Faramir." He paused, looking at Jane with some apprehension. "Are you with child as well?" He glanced at Pippin who looked confused, then back at Jane.
It took a second for this to click with her, but when it did Jane exploded into laughter. "Me?! With Pippin's…" Jane laughed. "No...God no…I'm not pregnant."
Something of relief flickered over Faramir's face.
"Come, into the hall. I will tell you what I know about Frodo, and you will tell me your tale." Faramir said, taking Jane's hand and acknowledging Pippin and Gandalf.
Blushing, Jane followed Faramir, Gandalf and Pippin into the hall.
As they all sat down around a large table, Gandalf told Faramir that Jane was a girl of Rohan, much to Jane's expressions of annoyance. Gandalf gave her and Pippin many don't-you-dare-say-anything- looks, strangely never mentioning Aragorn or Boromir (AN. She doesn't know Boromir and Faramir are brothers).
" Why didn't I just go with Carla?" Niori asked herself, feeling a shiver travel up her spine.
The four of them were riding through the mountain pass, on their way to the paths of the dead.
" Blame your own stubbornness for that!" Aragorn turned and gave her a sharp look, " If it had my decision, both you AND Carla would have traveled to Gondor. Yet you had to be the most stubborn woman I have ever met, and come!"
" Whatever the hell I was on then," Niori shook her head with a sigh, " I sure wish I had some now!
" I agree with her for once; I'd rather not be here," Gimli spoke, " What kind of an army would linger in such a place?"
" One that is cursed," Legolas replied simply, and then continued with the story, " 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…vanishing into the darkness of the mountain. And so Isildur cursed them…never to rest until they had fulfilled their pledge,"
" Lovely," Niori mumbled, shivering again.
Finally, they found themselves at the foot of the mountain. They dismounted, and with a LOT of hassle, pulled their horses along. Soon, they found themselves at the opening, the door, of the mountain.
" My very blood runs chill," Gimli muttered, more to himself than anyone else.
" Very creeped out right now," wrapping her arms around herself, Niori shivered again.
" The way is shut. It was made by those who are dead…and the dead keep it. The way is shut,"
" One hell of a welcome mat," Niori yet again, shivered.
Suddenly, a huge blast of wind mattered with shrieks, exploded from the entrance. Both horses pulled away from their riders…and ran back towards the way they came.
Aragorn called after his horse, but after realizing that there was no way in hell that those horses would be back, he turned back towards the entrance.
" I do not fear death!" he cried and with that entered the darkness of the mountain, leaving the other three to stare after him in terror.
" We're so going to die!" Niori shook her, and then followed close (as in latching on to his arm) behind Legolas into the dark.
Finally, Gimli was left outside.
" Here is something unheard of! An Elf will go underground when a Dwarf dare not! Ahh…I'll never hear the end of this!"
Uncertainly, Gimli passed into the mountain.
That evening, Jane and Pippin were eating supper in his room by the fire. "Um, Pippin," Jane said suddenly, breaking the silence, her mind shifting to their encounter with Faramir. "Have we ever met Faramir before? He seemed familiar."
"He's Boromir's brother." Pippin answered gravely. "Gandalf told me."
Jane stared at him, surprised. "So, does he know…we saw his brother…well…die?"
"I'm not sure." Pippin frowned, "but I know we shouldn't say anything. If he doesn't know…let Gandalf tell him."
"Okay," Jane said, getting up off the floor and dumping the remains of her supper into the fire.
"I'm off to bed," she said, bidding the hobbit goodnight and shutting the door behind her.
But that was a complete lie. Jane had no intention of going to bed. She wanted to find Faramir, and talk with him, tell him what really happened, and why she was really here. Jane was dying for someone to talk to, and, since it seemed she had an excuse now, why not tell him the whole reality?
She didn't know it then, but less than a mile away, Faramir wanted to find Jane too.
An- there you go, another chapter! Hope you enjoyed! Also, I hope Erin UPDATES A HELLVA LOT SOONER THAN LAST TIME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ok, bai bai! Remember; press the little purple button title 'review'! LOL!
(From Erin: Actually you can balme Aliant not me! I haven't had the internet for awhile so it's so hard to update! but now I have it back! so quit nagging me unless you know why I'm not updating!)
Chapter 34.
" What the hell do you mean I can't go?!" Carla cried, her voice rising angrily.
She had been preparing her horse to ride, when Eomer had walked up to her, and informed her that under no terms was she allowed to ride into battle.
" I mean it exactly as it sounds," Eomer replied, looking at her with a cold, unmoving, no compromising expression, " We do not need a woman riding with us and slowing us down, and getting herself killed. I will not allow it."
" Slow you down! SLOW YOU DOWN!?!?!?!?!?!" Carla was by now officially freaking out, "Listen to me you retarded…stupid…whatever!
I'm a better rider than over half of the guys here! Not to mention the small but oh so important fact that I could kick half of their Asses up and down this country side!"
Eomer gave her and exasperated glare for a few moments, " That's what you and your friends had said at Helm's deep, and you know very well what happened; your friend almost lost her life,"
"I'm NOT Niori! I'm not going to get myself killed trying to save a perverted
Elven prince! If anything I'm going kill a whole crap load of bad guys and laugh at all you sexist retards!" Carla cried angrily, causing everyone in the camp to stop what they were doing and stare at her and Eomer.
" I'm very well aware that you're not Niori, trust me, I can tell the difference," Eomer replied, his voice unfazed by Carla's out burst, " but unlike Lord Aragorn, I am not going to allow a woman to travel to war, regardless of how well she fought or rode,"
" Look you stuck up bastard!" She growled and went directly in his face, practically nose-to-nose with him and letting her fiery eyes glare, " just because you're this really hot warrior guy who happens to ride around on a horse all day and....yeah... does not give you any right to tell me what to do...EVER!!!!!! You can't tell me what I can and can't do, not in this life time or the next one!"
" I may do as I please," Eomer replied, meeting Carla's glare with one of his own, " and at this moment, I am telling you, you are not riding to Gondor,"
" SON OF A BITCH!!!!!!!!! JUST YOU DAMN-WELL WATCH
ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Carla cried angrily. Suddenly Carla got a strange expression on her face. Smirking evilly she suddenly and forcefully brought her knee up into Eomer's lower regions. Eomer gasped in pain and bent forward just as Carla stormed off yelling from over her shoulder..."I hope it hurts!!!!!!!!!!!"
The crowd of men (which had gathered when Carla had started to raise her voice) parted quickly as the angry girl pushed past them. She stormed off, back into the tent she and Niori had been sharing, mumbling curses the whole way.
" That stupid fucking bastard! Who the hell does he think he is! He's not my god damn boss! ARGH! I will ride to Gondor with them god damnit, I don't care how many fucking dumbasses I gotta kill to get there!"
" You are not the only one they will not allow to ride to war with them," a soft voice spoke from behind her.
Carla whirled around to find Eowyn standing in the opening of the tent.
" ARGH! Your bother is such a god-damned, sonofa......!" Carla cried, cutting herself short, not wanting to offend Eowyn and silently wondering to herself why she always ended up falling for the stupid heads.
" He does it only to insure no harm befalls you," Eowyn replied, stepping into the tent and closing the flap.
"Why the hell would he do something stupid like that?" Carla demanded, still very, very pissed off.
" He cares a great deal about you, and the last thing he wants is for you to be killed in a war that by all rights shouldn't even concern you,"
Carla folded her arms over her chest stubbornly. She looked closer at Eowyn, and realized that she was holding a bundle of clothes in her arms. Slowly, Eowyn held the bundle out to Carla.
" They will not permit two women to ride, but they will not notice two more men,"
Carla took the clothes and realized what Eowyn's plan was.
" We'll be riding to war," Eowyn told her, a smirk lighting up her face, " and none will know it's us,"
" Damn girl, your gonna make a good con-artist someday" Carla smirked, "What I can't get is why didn't I think of that in the first place,"
" Hurry and dress, the riders leave soon," with that, Eowyn left Carla to change, presumably to go and change herself.
" Let him stop me now!" Carla muttered to herself, pulling off her Elven clothes and starting to pull on the others.
That afternoon, Pippin and Jane went for a walk around the city. It was a nice day; the sun was shining, the sky was blue, but she still wrapped her cloak around her before departing. A surprisingly cold breeze was blowing through the city, bringing with it dark clouds on the horizon.
When they had almost reached the gates to the city and were ready to go back, Jane suddenly heard the sound of hooves behind her. Twirling around, she realized it was Gandalf on Shadowfax speeding towards her and Pippin. When he stopped beside them, Jane was struck with how old the wizard appeared just then.
"Pippin…" He gasped, grabbing the hobbit by his shoulder and thrusting him onto the horse. "Jane, I'll be back soon…don't do anything…"
And with that, he rode swiftly out of the city, through the huge metal doors that had been opened for him.
Jane craned her neck, keeping her eye on Shadowfax as the doors closed behind them. For some reason, they were heading out into the Pelannor. But Why?
Jane ran up the streets to get a better look at the field. When she finally got four stories up, all Gandalf, Pippin, and Shadowfax were was a tiny white dot heading towards-
"…What the hell is that?" Jane muttered anxiously, putting a hand to her mouth.
Her friends were riding towards a cloud of soldiers which where riding frantically towards Minus Tirith from Osgiliath. Over them, flying in the sky, were two horrible-looking creatures.
Jane strained to see what was happening. Gandalf was riding ever nearer to the soldiers ("Why?!" Jane shouted loudly) But he had raised his staff in the air. Now, townspeople had noticed what was happening on the Pelannor, and had gathered around Jane, pointing and squinting.
Just then, the wizard's staff emitted a blinding light. To Jane's delight, the light forced the evil monster-thingies away, and the soldiers finally could get to safety. Gandalf had turned Shadowfax around, and was leading the men back to the white city.
And as if a dam had been released, the whole city rushed into the streets to get a look at the soldiers, barring Jane's way and forcing her backwards.
When Jane was finally able to see Gandalf and Pippin (on Shadowfax) she vaulted a barrier and squeezed her way through the throngs of people.
At closer view, Jane could see that the wizard was talking to a (very handsome) young Gondarian soldier. She thought he looked strangely familiar.
"Gandalf, Pippin!" Jane cried, their heads turning towards her, "you had me so worried!"
The very handsome man looked at her oddly, his eyes drifting over her Nirvana t-shirt (Jane made a mental note to burn it first chance she got), and then at Pippin, who seemed exceptionally uncomfortable.
"This is not the first time halflings, accompanied by a young woman, have crossed your path?" Gandalf said slowly, comprehending the look in the man's eyes.
"No..." He said, and Jane and Pippin immediately understood.
"You've seen Frodo and Sam?" Pippin cried, the same time as Jane said, "you've seen Erin?"
'Yes," He answered, taken aback by the enthusiastic response.
"Where? When?" Gandalf said excitably.
"In Ithilien, not two days ago." He spoke, still staring at Jane and Pippin in disbelief. "But Gandalf," he said more urgently, "their taking the path to the Morgul Vale."
The wizard's face changed from happiness to abrupt worry. "Through Amon Din." He said slowly.
"Yes," The man said seriously.
"Tell me everything." Gandalf answered briskly.
He nodded, dismounting his horse and looking at Jane with his deep brown eyes.
Jane felt something inside her melt, the same way it did when she was with Aragorn.
He gave her a curt nod, "My name is Faramir." He paused, looking at Jane with some apprehension. "Are you with child as well?" He glanced at Pippin who looked confused, then back at Jane.
It took a second for this to click with her, but when it did Jane exploded into laughter. "Me?! With Pippin's…" Jane laughed. "No...God no…I'm not pregnant."
Something of relief flickered over Faramir's face.
"Come, into the hall. I will tell you what I know about Frodo, and you will tell me your tale." Faramir said, taking Jane's hand and acknowledging Pippin and Gandalf.
Blushing, Jane followed Faramir, Gandalf and Pippin into the hall.
As they all sat down around a large table, Gandalf told Faramir that Jane was a girl of Rohan, much to Jane's expressions of annoyance. Gandalf gave her and Pippin many don't-you-dare-say-anything- looks, strangely never mentioning Aragorn or Boromir (AN. She doesn't know Boromir and Faramir are brothers).
" Why didn't I just go with Carla?" Niori asked herself, feeling a shiver travel up her spine.
The four of them were riding through the mountain pass, on their way to the paths of the dead.
" Blame your own stubbornness for that!" Aragorn turned and gave her a sharp look, " If it had my decision, both you AND Carla would have traveled to Gondor. Yet you had to be the most stubborn woman I have ever met, and come!"
" Whatever the hell I was on then," Niori shook her head with a sigh, " I sure wish I had some now!
" I agree with her for once; I'd rather not be here," Gimli spoke, " What kind of an army would linger in such a place?"
" One that is cursed," Legolas replied simply, and then continued with the story, " 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…vanishing into the darkness of the mountain. And so Isildur cursed them…never to rest until they had fulfilled their pledge,"
" Lovely," Niori mumbled, shivering again.
Finally, they found themselves at the foot of the mountain. They dismounted, and with a LOT of hassle, pulled their horses along. Soon, they found themselves at the opening, the door, of the mountain.
" My very blood runs chill," Gimli muttered, more to himself than anyone else.
" Very creeped out right now," wrapping her arms around herself, Niori shivered again.
" The way is shut. It was made by those who are dead…and the dead keep it. The way is shut,"
" One hell of a welcome mat," Niori yet again, shivered.
Suddenly, a huge blast of wind mattered with shrieks, exploded from the entrance. Both horses pulled away from their riders…and ran back towards the way they came.
Aragorn called after his horse, but after realizing that there was no way in hell that those horses would be back, he turned back towards the entrance.
" I do not fear death!" he cried and with that entered the darkness of the mountain, leaving the other three to stare after him in terror.
" We're so going to die!" Niori shook her, and then followed close (as in latching on to his arm) behind Legolas into the dark.
Finally, Gimli was left outside.
" Here is something unheard of! An Elf will go underground when a Dwarf dare not! Ahh…I'll never hear the end of this!"
Uncertainly, Gimli passed into the mountain.
That evening, Jane and Pippin were eating supper in his room by the fire. "Um, Pippin," Jane said suddenly, breaking the silence, her mind shifting to their encounter with Faramir. "Have we ever met Faramir before? He seemed familiar."
"He's Boromir's brother." Pippin answered gravely. "Gandalf told me."
Jane stared at him, surprised. "So, does he know…we saw his brother…well…die?"
"I'm not sure." Pippin frowned, "but I know we shouldn't say anything. If he doesn't know…let Gandalf tell him."
"Okay," Jane said, getting up off the floor and dumping the remains of her supper into the fire.
"I'm off to bed," she said, bidding the hobbit goodnight and shutting the door behind her.
But that was a complete lie. Jane had no intention of going to bed. She wanted to find Faramir, and talk with him, tell him what really happened, and why she was really here. Jane was dying for someone to talk to, and, since it seemed she had an excuse now, why not tell him the whole reality?
She didn't know it then, but less than a mile away, Faramir wanted to find Jane too.
An- there you go, another chapter! Hope you enjoyed! Also, I hope Erin UPDATES A HELLVA LOT SOONER THAN LAST TIME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Ok, bai bai! Remember; press the little purple button title 'review'! LOL!