Captured in a Dream
Chapter 22
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Aragorn takes his pipe out of his mouth again. "Open war is upon you, whether you would risk it or not."
Théoden looks at Aragorn, taking a few steps forward. "When I last looked, Théoden, not Aragorn, was king of Rohan." Théoden stares Aragorn down.
Gimli takes a drink and belches loudly.
"Are you that naïve!" Alejandro yelled.
Théoden turned sharply at him. "Be grateful that you are friend of Gandalf or I would have banished you fro talking like that." Théoden said quietly.
"But you're walking into a trap! Can't you fuc-"
"Alejandro!" Alejandra yelled, grabbing his arm.
Alejandro yanked his arm out and walked out. All was silent until the door slammed shut. Alejandra turned and walked after him, also slamming the door.
"Sorry for his rudeness and arrogance. We have had a lot more pain than you know." Saul said quietly, drinking from his water.
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It's quiet for a long time, the raised voices of the two cousins are heard outside. Finally, Gandalf spoke up, wanting to go settle things with the cousins.
"Than what is the king's decision?" Gandalf asked, asThéoden looked at him.
--Outside–
"You got to stop ordering people what to do and how they should do their job!" Alejandra yelled, slamming the door shut, startling the guards.
Alejandro turned around sharply, the guards looking back and forth between the two cousins.
"But the damn rey is so stupid! He can't see the trap he is getting us into!" Alejandro pointed to the people below. (king) "He has children and woman! That is what Saruman wants, right?! He will kill all those who try to get to that damn Helm's Deep! I've seen the second part of the trilogy, Alejandra! I know what happens!"
"He's just doing what's best for his people! He can't fight and win without the riders! They're thousands of miles away, how are they going to help us!? We can't change the God damn plot Alejandro!" Alejandra yelled, stepping forward.
"She is right you know." The cousins turned to see the group standing in the entrance, the doors opened.
Both cousins with sour faces turned their back on them and each other. Alejandra put her arms around her waist, as Alejandro put a hand through his hair.
"Do not think that the king is foolish. But Helm's Deep has helped him and kings beforeThéoden in times of war." Aragorn said, looking between Alejandro and Alejandra.
"But he should be fighting! Not fleeing away to a mountain!" Gimli argued.
"Exactly!" Alejandro turned. "This isn't just a war. It's a small battle! The war has yet t come. We should be preparing for that war!"
"Théoden has seen and heard too much blood shed by that snake. When the time comes, he'll fight." Alejandra whispered.
She than walked down the steps, heading towards the stables. The group followed, as the leader of the soldier stood in the middle of the town.
"By order of the king, the city must empty. We make for the refuge of Helm's Deep. Do not burden yourself with treasures. Take only what provisions you need."
"You know, I do agree with Alejandro. There is no way out of that ravine. Théoden is walking into a trap. He thinks he's leading them to safety." Gandalf said, as they walked down between the stalls.
Aragorn opened the stable door for Gandalf, who walked in. He took the door and closed it, facing Aragorn.
"What they will get is a massacre. Théoden has a strong will, but I fear for him. I fear for the survival of Rohan. He will need you before the end, Aragorn." Gandalf looked back to the cousins. "Théoden will also need you three. The people of Rohan will need you all. The defenses have to hold."
"They will hold." Aragorn said seriously.
Gandalf turns and stroke's Shadowfax's neck." The Grey Pilgrim that's what they used to call me. Three hundred lives of Men I've walked this earth, and now I have no time." Aragorn open's the door again, Gandalf continuing to talk. "With luck, my search will not be in vain." Gandalf gets on Shadowfax and looks at Aragorn. "Look to my coming at first light on the fifth day." Aragorn nods, "at dawn, look to the east."
"Go." Aragorn whispered.
Gandalf urges Shadowfax and gallops out of the stall, both Legolas and Gimli jumping out to the side, both of them holding their weapons to their chest. By an hour, soldiers are running around the stables, getting horses ready. Four soldiers held on to the rope as the horse keeps on trying to him them. Eowyn turns from the saddle she was fixing, just as Aragorn walks down the stall with a saddle in his arms. He walks towards them, than putting he saddle down next to Gamling, who was putting a saddle on a brown mare.
"That horse is half mad, my lord." Aragorn walks towards the horse, looking back at him, than to the horse. "There's nothing you can do. Leave him."
As Aragorn is close enough, he starts to speak Elvish, trying to calm the horse. He takes the left rope from the soldier, who gives up and leaves. Aragorn gets closer to the horse and starts to stroke it's neck. Eowyn looks over her shoulder to see that the horse was now calming down. The soldier's that held on to the other rope were amazed as to what happened. Aragorn takes off the ropes and hands them to the soldier, who leaves, folding the rope.
"His names is Brego." Aragorn looks at her. "He as my cousin's horse." Eowyn takes the saddle off the stall.
"Brego." Aragorn whispered, nodding at Brego. "(Elvish) Your names is kingly."
Eowyn hands the saddle to a soldier, looking at Brego and Aragorn. She steps closer to him. "I have heard of the magic of Elves but I did not look for it in a Ranger from the North. You speak as one of their own."
"I was raised in Rivendell for a time. Turn this fellow free. He's seen enough of war." ARagorn walks away and picks up the saddle once more.
–Théoden's room–
Théodenwas in the middle of his room, tightening his glove. "I am ready, Gamling. Bring my horse"
Gamling bows and turns to leave.
Théodenlooks at Gamling, 'this is not a defeat." Gamling turns to his king. "We will return." Gamling walks away. "We will return."Théoden whispered.
–Throne room–
Eowyn opens a chest and takes a sword out. She unsheathe's it and sings it around couple of times. Eowyn than goes into a fighting stance. She turns around, the sword clashing into Alejandor's dagger, surprising Eowyn.
"You have some skills with a sword." Alejandro said, trying to remember Aragorn's line.
Eowyn twisted her sword around and points the tip at his neck. Alejandor has his hands up in defense, than lowers them to his side. Eowyn takes a deep breath and walks back to the chest.
"Women of this country learned long ago: Those without swords can still die upon them." Eowyn sheathe's the sword. "I fear neither death nor pain." She puts the sword in the chest and looks around.
"What do you fear, my lady?" Alejandro titled his head. 'So far so good with the lines.' Alejandro thought, holding back a smirk.
Eowyn turns to him and whispers, "a cage." She than speaks louder. "To stay behind bars until use and old age accept them. And all chance of valor has gone beyond recall or desire."
Alejandro shakes his head, "you're a daughter of kings," Eowyn looks down. "A shieldmaiden of Rohan." Eowyn looks up at Alejandro, as he sheathes his dagger. "I don't think that would be your fate." Alejandro whispered, looking lovingly at her.
He bows his head and turns away, Eowyn looking after him.
–Outside–
Théodenlooks back at his people and his home in sadness. Aragorn is in the middle, making sure everything is all right. On the first night, they were half way out of sight of Edoras. Early the next morning, the villagers walked by a lake, the mountains behind, reflecting into the water. Making it look enchanting and surreal.
–Frodo and Sam–
Sam was standing guard as Frodo was trying to sleep. Smeagol than runs on all fours, two rabbits in his mouth. He drops them on Frodo's lap, who jerks awake.
"Look. Look. See what Smeagol finds?" Smeagol hops around, making Frodo smile
Frodo looks to Sam, who doesn't show anything but disgust and looks away. Smeagol takes one of the rabbits and bends it in half, the bones cracking.
"They are young. They are tender. They are nice. Yes, they are."
Sam looks even more disgusted at Smeagol, as he suddenly shoves the rabbit in Frodo's face.
"Eat them. Eat them!" Smeagol than takes a bite, pulling at the muscle.
Sam walks over to them and takes the rabbits. "You'll make him sick, you behaving like that."
Frodo looks at Sam with a pale face and relief.
"There's only one way to eat a brace of coneys." Sam said, shaking the rabbits lightly.
–Twenty minutes later–
Sam stirs the soup he made out of the rabbits meat. Smeagol wails, holding his head in both of his hand, as Frodo stood next to Sam.
"What's it doing? Stupid, fat Hobbit." Smeagol growls.
Sam looks at Smeagol and glares at him. Frodo walks over to their bags and start looking for a couple of bowls but stops as he hears two bird calls. He looks up, trying to hear it more clearly.
"What we need is a few good taters."
Smeagol looks at Sam questioningly. "What's taters? Eh?" Smeagol asks, crawling to Sam.
Frodo walks away, following the calls.
"Po-ta-toes." Sam said, as if he was talking to a small child. "Boil them, mash them, stick them in a stew. Lovely, big, golden chips with a nice piece of fried fish." Smeagol blows a raspberry, Sam looks at him. "Even you couldn't say no to that."
"Oh, yes we could." Smeagol argued. "Spoil a nice fish." Smeagol crawls even closer to Sam. "Give it to us raw and wriggling! You keep nasty chips."
Sam goes to taste the soup but looks at Smeagol. He shakes his head. "You're hopeless.
Frodo continues to walk closer to the edge, following the bird calls. Sam looks around at the sound of bird calls.
"Mr. Frodo?"
Frodo crawls to the edge of the cliff to see thousands of Men in black. Sam catches up and crawls next to Frodo's right, as Smེagol crawls to his left.
"Who are they?" Sam asked.
"Wicked Men." Smeagol answered. "Servants of Sauron. They are called to Mordor. The Dark One is gathering all armies to him."
Sam and Frodo looks at Smeagol, tan back to the Men.
"It won't be long now. He will soon be ready."
Sam looks over to Smeagol. "Ready to do what?"
"To make his war." Sam looks at the Men, as Frodo looks at Smeagol. "The last war that will cover all the world in shadow."
"We've got to get moving." Frodo said, crawling away. "Come on, Sam."
Sam was about to follow but grabbed Frodo's arm. "Mr. Frodo. Look."
Frodo turns to see a couple of Oliphaunt's walking out of the few tall trees there were.
"It's a Oliphaunt. No one at home will believe this." Sam than saw a green cloak amongst the black, than long brown braided hair. "Look Mr. Frodo, isn't that a girl on that man's shoulder?"
Frodo squinted his eyes. "Yes, Sam. It is."
Suddenly, the girl started to yell and squirm around. She hit the man, who dropped her, and looked up at the man.
"Is that Ailish!?" Frodo asked, looking surprise.
"No, it can't be. She went the other way. Away from were they came." Sam said, shaking his head.
Soon the bird calls started again, making both Sam and Frodo look around. Smeagol, too scared, edge further away, than ran.
Frodo looked to his left in confusion. "Smeagol?"
Sam than saw arrows being shot towards the evil men. Frodo an Sam looked around to see some men, their faces hooded, with bows in their hands, blending with the bushes. An Oliphaunt than runs towards the two Hobbits, making them crawl back. Som distance away, Faramir takes an arrow and notches it to his bow and shoots one of the men, who falls behind Frodo and Sam, dead, as the Oliphaunt starts running to the left.
Frodo and Sam look back to the ground. "We've lingered here too long." Frodo said, walking back.
Sam started to follow, but slowly.
Frodo looks back to Sam, "come on, Sam." Frodo turns but bumps into Faramir.
Frodo looks up in fear and started to run back but Fararmir grabbed his arm, Frodo struggling. Sam looks back to see Frodo struggling and runs towards him, taking out his sword.
A/N: How was it? Good I hoped. Pleasereview!!!