An- Hey all!!! So...it's been a while...hasn't it? Ok, my excuse for taking
so long is I was studying for my exams...that and Jane took so long to send
me her parts...so...umm...at least we updated now...right? So, hope you enjoy this
chapter...rock on...
Chapter 36
Jane finally found Faramir (or Faramir finally found her), in the stables.
"Hi!" she called, thankful to have finally found him.
He walked up to her. "Hello Jane. There is something I've been meaning to ask you."
Jane nodded eagerly. "I want to tell you something as well."
"Um, shall we sit down then?" He suggested, pointing out a pair of stools that were nearby. Jane nodded again, sitting down opposite him.
"I had a feeling," Faramir started, "that Mithrandir's story wasn't entirely...truthful." He said, looking down at his feet. "You do not seem like any woman I have met in Rohan, indeed Middle-Earth."
Jane beamed, nodding slowly. "That's it, I'm not from Middle-Earth... I'm not even from this world."
He looked at her, growing steadily confused. "Excuse me...?"
So, with a deep breath, Jane began to recount her long, drawn-out story. Starting with when the Fellowship had landed in Carla's closet, and so on. She paused only to take breath, and answer some questions Faramir had for her. He never spoke while Jane gravely described the battle in which Boromir had fallen.
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"...Which is where I am now," Jane finished wearily, three hours later.
Faramir's face was quite pale, his mouth slightly hanging open in wonder. "I expected a story," he said after a few seconds of silence, "I didn't expect this."
Jane laughed sleepily, looking down a her hands which were clasped in her lap, "I've been through a lot in 10 months, haven't I?"
He nodded seriously. "You knew my brother...as well...you saw him die?"
Jane pretended to look very interested with a loose thread on her tunic. "Yes...I was there..." she said softly. "He was very brave...he died defending Pippin and his friend, Merry."
Faramir stared at her, his eyes somewhat unfocused.
"I...really miss them...all my friends..." Jane said with some difficulty, her throat was becoming constricted, as the memories (good and bad) flooded back to her. "I'm just so glad I can talk to you about everything, now..."
Faramir noticed Jane's eyes fill with tears. He placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "You'll see them again." Faramir said delicately, looking Jane in the eyes.
"It's this damn PMS!" Jane thought with slight annoyance, as the tears freely began to fall from her eyes.
Then, with a slight twinge of nerves, she fell forward and began to cry steadily onto his chest. Faramir, who was obviously surprised, put a comforting arm around the girl...but he didn't seem to mind that much...
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They moved swiftly through the narrow passage in the mountain. Aragorn held the only light, a lit torch, and moved in front.
You couldn't have just gone with Carla, could you?! Niori thought to herself, mentally kicking herself. She didn't ever remember ever being this freaked out before in her life. This whole place just seemed to radiate fear...it was like a damn horror movie!
Finally, they reached where Niori figured they were going. It was a giant hall, and it matched Niori's perspective of the whole place, damn scary!
"Who enters my domain!?" A chilling, unseen voice suddenly broke through the dead air.
Niori jumped about a foot in the air and gave a little cry of surprise...who the hell had said that!
"Calm down Niori," Legolas told her, wrapping an arm around her to calm her down.
"Why do I suddenly feel like I'm in a Freddy movie!?" Niori muttered to herself, feeling a shiver travel up her spine.
Suddenly, the king of the dead appeared on the stairs leading up to two large doors.
Niori's eyes widened and she moved closer to Legolas.
"One who will have your allegiance!" Aragorn replied, causing the king of the dead to smirk.
"The dead do not suffer the living to pass,"
"You shall suffer me!" Aragorn cried, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword.
Suddenly, a lot of dead, scary looking ghost things appeared all around the four. Legolas took a step away from Niori to take hold of his bow.
"This is so NOT fun!" Niori looked around at the dead army fearfully.
"The way is shut...it was made by those who were are dead," The king of the dead wrote, "and the dead keep it. The way is shut...now you must die!"
"How about no!" Niori cried fearfully, her eyes widening. No way was she going to be killed by dead guys!
Legolas fired off an arrow towards the king of the dead, but the arrow passed right through him.
"Oh shit! So not good!"
"I summon you to fulfill your oath!" Aragorn commanded in a strong voice.
"Only the king of Gondor may command me!" the king spoke in a mocking voice, and then swung his sword towards Aragorn.
Niori let out a little cry of fear. There was no way that Aragorn could stop that blade!
Suddenly, Aragorn brought up anduril and blocked the dead king's sword and then placed the blade to the king's neck.
"That blade was broken!" the king cried in disbelief.
"It has been remade," Aragorn replied simply, "now fight for us and regain your honor! What say you?"
The king was silent.
"Come on dude!" Niori spoke, "Don't be an idiot!"
"I am Isildur's heir! Fight for me and I will hold your oath fulfilled. What say you?!"
The dead king looked hard at Aragorn, but did not reply.
"What say you?!" Aragorn repeated forcefully and waited for the king to answer.
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Faramir burst through the doors of the Citadel. He was covering his eyes with his hands, and trembling slightly. Without looking up, he started down the white-stone path to the armory.
Jane, who had been sitting outside the whole time waiting, had to run to catch up to him. To her sorrow, she saw tears in his eyes as she drew near him.
"Faramir, are you alright?" Jane asked quietly.
"Yes." He said at once, without looking at her. He continued marching purposefully towards the armory.
"Does this have anything to do with your father?" She asked softly. Faramir paused briefly in his walking, but didn't say anything. Jane took this response as a yes. "I wonder what the bastard said to him?" Jane thought curiously, hate welling up inside her towards Denethor.
"Why are you going down to the armory?" Jane asked gently, thinking she might as well change the subject.
"I'm leading the men to Osgiliath..." He spoke hastily, "Under the orders of...the Steward." Faramir's voice became somewhat constricted.
"Osgiliath?" said Jane blankly, recognizing the name, then it hit her, "that's the city that's been taken over! You can't go back! Are you saying your father told you to go there?!" Jane exclaimed in shock. "You just- can't go!"
Out of impulse, The girl grabbed a hold of his arm. "Please..." she said quietly, her voice shaking slightly," You just can't – get yourself killed like this! I'm sure whatever your father said to you-"
"Whatever my father said to me is none of your business!" Faramir said hotly, pulling his arm roughly out of her grasp.
She stopped walking immediately. Jane stood on the path, watching him stalk away down the road. Once, he stopped as if to turn around and apologize, but didn't.
As Faramir's silhouette faded away, and Jane turned around to leave, she got a horrible feeling in her heart that this was the last time she'd ever see him alive.
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Niori stood at the bow of the ship, looking out at the water.
After the king of the dead had decided that he would help Aragorn, they (finally) left the paths of the dead. The ships carrying the enemy had been easily over taken. The dead army had made quick waste to the bad guys...and now they were sailing to Minas Tirith.
This being Niori's first quiet and peaceful moment in a while, she was using this time to think. She thought about the others. She wondered where Jane, Carla and Erin were now...what they were doing...if they were even still alive...
During this moment, Niori never felt so alone.
"What's wrong Niori?" Legolas's voice suddenly broke into her train of thought.
Niori looked beside her and found Legolas standing there, leaning against the side of the ship.
"I miss them," she replied simply, leaning her elbows against the ship.
Legolas knew who the 'them' were and he felt his heart go out to Niori. In truth, he missed the other girls too...
"They're fine," the Elf replied.
"How do you know?" the woman spoke, clear doubt ringing in her voice, "people keep saying that to me, but how do they know?! Jane's in the middle of some big ass battle, Carla's riding there now if she's not there already and Erin..." her voice trailed off. That was where her greatest fear was...about Erin, "Well, if my math is good, Erin's had her baby by now, and she's traveling through one of the most dangerous places in Middle- Earth with two guys who are three feet tall,"
"You're right," Legolas sighed, "I don't know if they're all right or not, but I can say this...I truly believe that they are. I've been stuck with you all for a long time, and I know that you four are too damn stubborn to die,"
Niori laughed a little "Do you think I'll ever see them again? Will the four of us ever laugh together again? Will I ever see Erin's baby? Will the four of us even survive?"
Legolas wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer to him "I don't have the answers to your questions Niori, but I believe with all my heart that you will. You, Erin, Jane and Carla will all be together again...and you'll cause even more havoc throughout Middle-Earth!"
Niori laughed, leaned her head against Legolas's shoulder and stared out over the water.
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"Gandalf," Jane said firmly, not making eye contact but staring straight ahead. "I don't care what you or anyone else says...I'm going to war with the rest of my friends."
The expression Jane received from the wizard from beneath his helmet was one of fleeting amusement. "I won't pretend I didn't expect this from you, Jane." He spoke kindly, "It is none of my business if you choose to fight or not. Although, I will caution you; make sure you are never seen for what you really are, a woman, by any of the other soldiers, or by Denethor himself. They will surely not tolerate a woman on the wall."
Jane nodded. "I understand. Thanks for the approval." She grinned mischievously, "Oh, and I don't need armor- I stole some from the armory last night!" She left the room, shutting the door behind her.
When Jane got to her room, she walked over to her large window which overlooked almost all of Minus Tirith, and peered out it, curious at what was taking place outside. Beneath her, she could see all the soldiers lining up on the wall, swords and bows at the ready. Out in the Pellennor, (Nervous twinge) hundreds upon thousands of orcs were still lining up.
Jane squinted out on the horizon. "I really hope Gondor gets here soon!" She mumbled aloud, "Do we ever need some backup!"
"Do you always talk to yourself when you think you're alone?" An amused voice said from the doorway.
Jane spun around sheepishly. "Maybe..."
Pippin was in the doorway, fully dressed in his armor with his little sword in its hilt. Jane grinned at him and the hobbit walked into her room.
"Well, I'm ready to go," Pippin spoke with a sort of finality in his voice, sitting down on Jane's four-poster bed.
"You sound happy," Jane said, her voice slightly muffled; she was rummaging under her bed for her (stolen) armor and her elven sword.
The hobbit looked down at his sword glumly, "I'm not going to live out the day." He said finally, after a period of silence. Jane had appeared from beneath her bed and was laying her armor out on top. She froze when he said this.
"Don't think like that." She said quietly, putting an arm on his shoulder and sitting down beside him, abandoning her armor. "You'll live to see night fall... you'll see Merry again...you'll see everyone alive again."
Pippin gave her an appreciative smile and nodded. Jane nodded too, more to reassure herself than anyone else.
"I better get going, Jane. Lord Denethor wants all of –"he made a pained face, "-his men- to go to the top of the wall."
"Well, I'll see you later, then." Jane hugged him, "You would have to get out, anyway, I'm changing for battle,"
The hobbit nodded, a small smile on his face. When he reached the door, he waved to her again and disappeared, closing the door behind him.
Jane hurriedly changed into her armor, threw her Elven cloak around her shoulders, (made sure to cover her long hair with her helmet), and left the room.
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When Jane opened the doors, it took her a couple seconds before she could grasp what was going on in front of her.
They were bringing Faramir in on a stretcher. ("Please God no...") His body looked lifeless. Denethor was running over to his son, and Pippin wasn't too far behind him.
Jane caught the hobbit's eye and he looked at her grimly. She took a deep breath (more to hold back the flow of tears than anything else), and ran over to where Faramir, who had been laid on the ground, now lay.
Denethor had stumbled away, yelling about how there wasn't to be any heir to Gondor. Pippin had gotten down and felt Faramir's forehead and mouth, Jane reached them then, getting down on her knees, and letting her tears fall.
"I told him he shouldn't go...I told him..." She moaned, covering her face with her hands, unable to look into his lifeless face...
"Wait- Jane," Pippin said suddenly, looking at her brightly, "He's alive!"
"He's- what?" Jane spoke thickly, then, she too grabbed his wrist and felt for a pulse- which was definitely there.
"My God! Denethor, DENETHOR- Faramir's alive!" She yelled happily, but the Steward seemed to have lost the ability to hear. He was still wandering around the courtyard yelling inaudible words.
"He needs medicine!" Pippin yelled, but his cries also fell on deaf ears. Jane turned back to Faramir, she felt his face; he seemed to be in a deadly fever.
"Abandon your posts! Flee for your lives!" A mad voice screamed wildly. Jane and Pippin whirled around.
"Denethor has apparently seen what we're up against." Jane sighed, rolling her eyes. Pippin just looked at her, apparently shocked at the Steward's behavior.
Gandalf came up behind the Steward, knocking him out with his staff, looking disgusted. Slightly ruffled, the wizard immediately ordered the soldiers back to their positions.
"See you!" Pippin exclaimed as, he too, ran over to the wizard and followed him down to the streets.
Jane looked down at the motionless Faramir. The guards that had held him up before didn't seem to know what to do, now that their master was lying unconscious on the ground. So, Jane took matters into her own hands.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" She barked at them, "Bring this poor man inside and put him on a bed!"
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Jane nervously fiddled with her belt. She was sitting alone in the armory, waiting anxiously for the battle to start. The girl was desperately praying that she wouldn't die today, and maybe (just maybe), she could make it to her 18th birthday with all of her limbs intact.
Just then, a crash rang out from somewhere in the city. Jane immediately jumped up, throwing open the doors. It seemed the enemy was hurling massive boulders at the city walls.
Jane ran out, jamming her helmet on her head and unsheathing her sword. She was ready to fight for Minas Tirith.
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An- well...there you go, another chapter! Again, sorry it took so long (cough cough, Jane's fault, cough cough) but as a consolation, it's super long! Much luv!
Chapter 36
Jane finally found Faramir (or Faramir finally found her), in the stables.
"Hi!" she called, thankful to have finally found him.
He walked up to her. "Hello Jane. There is something I've been meaning to ask you."
Jane nodded eagerly. "I want to tell you something as well."
"Um, shall we sit down then?" He suggested, pointing out a pair of stools that were nearby. Jane nodded again, sitting down opposite him.
"I had a feeling," Faramir started, "that Mithrandir's story wasn't entirely...truthful." He said, looking down at his feet. "You do not seem like any woman I have met in Rohan, indeed Middle-Earth."
Jane beamed, nodding slowly. "That's it, I'm not from Middle-Earth... I'm not even from this world."
He looked at her, growing steadily confused. "Excuse me...?"
So, with a deep breath, Jane began to recount her long, drawn-out story. Starting with when the Fellowship had landed in Carla's closet, and so on. She paused only to take breath, and answer some questions Faramir had for her. He never spoke while Jane gravely described the battle in which Boromir had fallen.
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"...Which is where I am now," Jane finished wearily, three hours later.
Faramir's face was quite pale, his mouth slightly hanging open in wonder. "I expected a story," he said after a few seconds of silence, "I didn't expect this."
Jane laughed sleepily, looking down a her hands which were clasped in her lap, "I've been through a lot in 10 months, haven't I?"
He nodded seriously. "You knew my brother...as well...you saw him die?"
Jane pretended to look very interested with a loose thread on her tunic. "Yes...I was there..." she said softly. "He was very brave...he died defending Pippin and his friend, Merry."
Faramir stared at her, his eyes somewhat unfocused.
"I...really miss them...all my friends..." Jane said with some difficulty, her throat was becoming constricted, as the memories (good and bad) flooded back to her. "I'm just so glad I can talk to you about everything, now..."
Faramir noticed Jane's eyes fill with tears. He placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "You'll see them again." Faramir said delicately, looking Jane in the eyes.
"It's this damn PMS!" Jane thought with slight annoyance, as the tears freely began to fall from her eyes.
Then, with a slight twinge of nerves, she fell forward and began to cry steadily onto his chest. Faramir, who was obviously surprised, put a comforting arm around the girl...but he didn't seem to mind that much...
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They moved swiftly through the narrow passage in the mountain. Aragorn held the only light, a lit torch, and moved in front.
You couldn't have just gone with Carla, could you?! Niori thought to herself, mentally kicking herself. She didn't ever remember ever being this freaked out before in her life. This whole place just seemed to radiate fear...it was like a damn horror movie!
Finally, they reached where Niori figured they were going. It was a giant hall, and it matched Niori's perspective of the whole place, damn scary!
"Who enters my domain!?" A chilling, unseen voice suddenly broke through the dead air.
Niori jumped about a foot in the air and gave a little cry of surprise...who the hell had said that!
"Calm down Niori," Legolas told her, wrapping an arm around her to calm her down.
"Why do I suddenly feel like I'm in a Freddy movie!?" Niori muttered to herself, feeling a shiver travel up her spine.
Suddenly, the king of the dead appeared on the stairs leading up to two large doors.
Niori's eyes widened and she moved closer to Legolas.
"One who will have your allegiance!" Aragorn replied, causing the king of the dead to smirk.
"The dead do not suffer the living to pass,"
"You shall suffer me!" Aragorn cried, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword.
Suddenly, a lot of dead, scary looking ghost things appeared all around the four. Legolas took a step away from Niori to take hold of his bow.
"This is so NOT fun!" Niori looked around at the dead army fearfully.
"The way is shut...it was made by those who were are dead," The king of the dead wrote, "and the dead keep it. The way is shut...now you must die!"
"How about no!" Niori cried fearfully, her eyes widening. No way was she going to be killed by dead guys!
Legolas fired off an arrow towards the king of the dead, but the arrow passed right through him.
"Oh shit! So not good!"
"I summon you to fulfill your oath!" Aragorn commanded in a strong voice.
"Only the king of Gondor may command me!" the king spoke in a mocking voice, and then swung his sword towards Aragorn.
Niori let out a little cry of fear. There was no way that Aragorn could stop that blade!
Suddenly, Aragorn brought up anduril and blocked the dead king's sword and then placed the blade to the king's neck.
"That blade was broken!" the king cried in disbelief.
"It has been remade," Aragorn replied simply, "now fight for us and regain your honor! What say you?"
The king was silent.
"Come on dude!" Niori spoke, "Don't be an idiot!"
"I am Isildur's heir! Fight for me and I will hold your oath fulfilled. What say you?!"
The dead king looked hard at Aragorn, but did not reply.
"What say you?!" Aragorn repeated forcefully and waited for the king to answer.
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Faramir burst through the doors of the Citadel. He was covering his eyes with his hands, and trembling slightly. Without looking up, he started down the white-stone path to the armory.
Jane, who had been sitting outside the whole time waiting, had to run to catch up to him. To her sorrow, she saw tears in his eyes as she drew near him.
"Faramir, are you alright?" Jane asked quietly.
"Yes." He said at once, without looking at her. He continued marching purposefully towards the armory.
"Does this have anything to do with your father?" She asked softly. Faramir paused briefly in his walking, but didn't say anything. Jane took this response as a yes. "I wonder what the bastard said to him?" Jane thought curiously, hate welling up inside her towards Denethor.
"Why are you going down to the armory?" Jane asked gently, thinking she might as well change the subject.
"I'm leading the men to Osgiliath..." He spoke hastily, "Under the orders of...the Steward." Faramir's voice became somewhat constricted.
"Osgiliath?" said Jane blankly, recognizing the name, then it hit her, "that's the city that's been taken over! You can't go back! Are you saying your father told you to go there?!" Jane exclaimed in shock. "You just- can't go!"
Out of impulse, The girl grabbed a hold of his arm. "Please..." she said quietly, her voice shaking slightly," You just can't – get yourself killed like this! I'm sure whatever your father said to you-"
"Whatever my father said to me is none of your business!" Faramir said hotly, pulling his arm roughly out of her grasp.
She stopped walking immediately. Jane stood on the path, watching him stalk away down the road. Once, he stopped as if to turn around and apologize, but didn't.
As Faramir's silhouette faded away, and Jane turned around to leave, she got a horrible feeling in her heart that this was the last time she'd ever see him alive.
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Niori stood at the bow of the ship, looking out at the water.
After the king of the dead had decided that he would help Aragorn, they (finally) left the paths of the dead. The ships carrying the enemy had been easily over taken. The dead army had made quick waste to the bad guys...and now they were sailing to Minas Tirith.
This being Niori's first quiet and peaceful moment in a while, she was using this time to think. She thought about the others. She wondered where Jane, Carla and Erin were now...what they were doing...if they were even still alive...
During this moment, Niori never felt so alone.
"What's wrong Niori?" Legolas's voice suddenly broke into her train of thought.
Niori looked beside her and found Legolas standing there, leaning against the side of the ship.
"I miss them," she replied simply, leaning her elbows against the ship.
Legolas knew who the 'them' were and he felt his heart go out to Niori. In truth, he missed the other girls too...
"They're fine," the Elf replied.
"How do you know?" the woman spoke, clear doubt ringing in her voice, "people keep saying that to me, but how do they know?! Jane's in the middle of some big ass battle, Carla's riding there now if she's not there already and Erin..." her voice trailed off. That was where her greatest fear was...about Erin, "Well, if my math is good, Erin's had her baby by now, and she's traveling through one of the most dangerous places in Middle- Earth with two guys who are three feet tall,"
"You're right," Legolas sighed, "I don't know if they're all right or not, but I can say this...I truly believe that they are. I've been stuck with you all for a long time, and I know that you four are too damn stubborn to die,"
Niori laughed a little "Do you think I'll ever see them again? Will the four of us ever laugh together again? Will I ever see Erin's baby? Will the four of us even survive?"
Legolas wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer to him "I don't have the answers to your questions Niori, but I believe with all my heart that you will. You, Erin, Jane and Carla will all be together again...and you'll cause even more havoc throughout Middle-Earth!"
Niori laughed, leaned her head against Legolas's shoulder and stared out over the water.
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"Gandalf," Jane said firmly, not making eye contact but staring straight ahead. "I don't care what you or anyone else says...I'm going to war with the rest of my friends."
The expression Jane received from the wizard from beneath his helmet was one of fleeting amusement. "I won't pretend I didn't expect this from you, Jane." He spoke kindly, "It is none of my business if you choose to fight or not. Although, I will caution you; make sure you are never seen for what you really are, a woman, by any of the other soldiers, or by Denethor himself. They will surely not tolerate a woman on the wall."
Jane nodded. "I understand. Thanks for the approval." She grinned mischievously, "Oh, and I don't need armor- I stole some from the armory last night!" She left the room, shutting the door behind her.
When Jane got to her room, she walked over to her large window which overlooked almost all of Minus Tirith, and peered out it, curious at what was taking place outside. Beneath her, she could see all the soldiers lining up on the wall, swords and bows at the ready. Out in the Pellennor, (Nervous twinge) hundreds upon thousands of orcs were still lining up.
Jane squinted out on the horizon. "I really hope Gondor gets here soon!" She mumbled aloud, "Do we ever need some backup!"
"Do you always talk to yourself when you think you're alone?" An amused voice said from the doorway.
Jane spun around sheepishly. "Maybe..."
Pippin was in the doorway, fully dressed in his armor with his little sword in its hilt. Jane grinned at him and the hobbit walked into her room.
"Well, I'm ready to go," Pippin spoke with a sort of finality in his voice, sitting down on Jane's four-poster bed.
"You sound happy," Jane said, her voice slightly muffled; she was rummaging under her bed for her (stolen) armor and her elven sword.
The hobbit looked down at his sword glumly, "I'm not going to live out the day." He said finally, after a period of silence. Jane had appeared from beneath her bed and was laying her armor out on top. She froze when he said this.
"Don't think like that." She said quietly, putting an arm on his shoulder and sitting down beside him, abandoning her armor. "You'll live to see night fall... you'll see Merry again...you'll see everyone alive again."
Pippin gave her an appreciative smile and nodded. Jane nodded too, more to reassure herself than anyone else.
"I better get going, Jane. Lord Denethor wants all of –"he made a pained face, "-his men- to go to the top of the wall."
"Well, I'll see you later, then." Jane hugged him, "You would have to get out, anyway, I'm changing for battle,"
The hobbit nodded, a small smile on his face. When he reached the door, he waved to her again and disappeared, closing the door behind him.
Jane hurriedly changed into her armor, threw her Elven cloak around her shoulders, (made sure to cover her long hair with her helmet), and left the room.
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When Jane opened the doors, it took her a couple seconds before she could grasp what was going on in front of her.
They were bringing Faramir in on a stretcher. ("Please God no...") His body looked lifeless. Denethor was running over to his son, and Pippin wasn't too far behind him.
Jane caught the hobbit's eye and he looked at her grimly. She took a deep breath (more to hold back the flow of tears than anything else), and ran over to where Faramir, who had been laid on the ground, now lay.
Denethor had stumbled away, yelling about how there wasn't to be any heir to Gondor. Pippin had gotten down and felt Faramir's forehead and mouth, Jane reached them then, getting down on her knees, and letting her tears fall.
"I told him he shouldn't go...I told him..." She moaned, covering her face with her hands, unable to look into his lifeless face...
"Wait- Jane," Pippin said suddenly, looking at her brightly, "He's alive!"
"He's- what?" Jane spoke thickly, then, she too grabbed his wrist and felt for a pulse- which was definitely there.
"My God! Denethor, DENETHOR- Faramir's alive!" She yelled happily, but the Steward seemed to have lost the ability to hear. He was still wandering around the courtyard yelling inaudible words.
"He needs medicine!" Pippin yelled, but his cries also fell on deaf ears. Jane turned back to Faramir, she felt his face; he seemed to be in a deadly fever.
"Abandon your posts! Flee for your lives!" A mad voice screamed wildly. Jane and Pippin whirled around.
"Denethor has apparently seen what we're up against." Jane sighed, rolling her eyes. Pippin just looked at her, apparently shocked at the Steward's behavior.
Gandalf came up behind the Steward, knocking him out with his staff, looking disgusted. Slightly ruffled, the wizard immediately ordered the soldiers back to their positions.
"See you!" Pippin exclaimed as, he too, ran over to the wizard and followed him down to the streets.
Jane looked down at the motionless Faramir. The guards that had held him up before didn't seem to know what to do, now that their master was lying unconscious on the ground. So, Jane took matters into her own hands.
"Well, what are you waiting for?" She barked at them, "Bring this poor man inside and put him on a bed!"
. . . . . .
Jane nervously fiddled with her belt. She was sitting alone in the armory, waiting anxiously for the battle to start. The girl was desperately praying that she wouldn't die today, and maybe (just maybe), she could make it to her 18th birthday with all of her limbs intact.
Just then, a crash rang out from somewhere in the city. Jane immediately jumped up, throwing open the doors. It seemed the enemy was hurling massive boulders at the city walls.
Jane ran out, jamming her helmet on her head and unsheathing her sword. She was ready to fight for Minas Tirith.
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An- well...there you go, another chapter! Again, sorry it took so long (cough cough, Jane's fault, cough cough) but as a consolation, it's super long! Much luv!