A/N: Sorry for the late update, is just that when I get out of school, I have credit recovery until 3:30, then I have about half hour to go to another school for another credit recovery for another subject, which is 4:45 till 6:00, then after THAT I have drivers ED, which is 6:15 till 8:30, and I don't get home till 8:55, so I do what little homework until 9:15, which is my curfew. YES, I have a curfew, and I'm 17 years old, so what! No, it's just that if I sleep early, I wake up early for school. Anyways, I hope you like the two chapters I updated! Now you don't have to be mad at me crazycatluver!
Anything in parentheses (words) means it's in Elvish.
Captured in a Dream
Chapter 30
Last Chapter:
"Do not leave yet, please."
Alejandra closed her eyes, "I must. I have to go look for my cousin and Aragorn, to discuss over a few things."
"You will... just not yet." Eomer whispered, kissing her neck.
A knock was then heard, followed by Eowyn's voice. "Eomer? Are you in there?" She opened the door to see Alejandra in front of her with a relief, yet embarrass look upon her face. "Am I disturbing something?" Eowyn asked, smiling.
"No. I was just leaving." Alejandra said, walking past her.
Eowyn frowned, but looked to her brother, a knowing smile upon her face.
Eomer rolled his eyes, "leave me alone Eowyn." He closed the door in her face, making her scoff and walk away.
Through night and day, non stop, the White Wizard, the curious Hobbit, the future girl, and the lost older brother rode towards the one place the enemy will strike. Gondor. To the Hobbit and the brother, it seems as though it took longer than three days to get to where they were now. But to the Wizard and the girl, it seems as though it was rather too quick for their liking... will, one of their likings. The girl couldn't wait to enter the city, but for only one reason, and one reason alone. Though, this was not the time to think of such things, she couldn't help but let her thoughts wonder to the one person who somehow captured her interest.
On top of a hill, the group sees the White city of Gondor, built into the mountain behind it. Ailish, Damon, and Pippin took in the beauty and the height of the city before them.
"Minas Tirith. City of Kings." Gandalf whispers.
"Let us hope the Steward will listen to us." Damon said.
Ailish nodded, though she knew the truth. They all urged their horses onward, trying to beat the sun from setting.
With Gandalf in the lead, the group rode all they way up to the seventh level of the White city. As soon as they rode in, the word of Gandalf the Grey and a few companions were in the city all the way to the seventh level in under half an hour. The group got off their horses, Gandalf helping Pippin down, and handed their horses to the stable boy and walked towards the, what Ailish thought looked like, a cathedral. They walked past a soldier, and the white tree that the other soldiers stood guard around. Pippin looks at the tree, and his eyes widen in realization.
"It's the tree. Gandalf! Gandalf."
"Yes, the White Tree of Gondor. The tree of the King. Lord Denethor, however, is not the king. He is a Steward only, a caretaker of the throne." Gandalf stops in front of the doors, looking down to Pippin on his right. "Now listen carefully, Lord Denethor is Boromir's father. To give him news of his beloved son's death would be most unwise. And do not mention Frodo or the Ring."
At Pippin's nod, Gandalf was about to walk forward but stops and looks back down at him.
"And say nothing of Aragorn either." Gandalf was about to walk forward but looks back down at Pippin once more. "In fact, it's better if you don't speak at all, Peregrin Took." Gandalf looks to Ailish and Damon. "Will, you two do not need to heed my warning, so you'll be fine."
The group walks forward and into the semi-dark throne room. They saw a lone man sitting down next to the throne chair, wearing a black furred cloak around his shoulders, looking down to a horn he was holding. The group passed by statues of kings of the past, all looking down to them as they walked. It was deadly quiet, except for the noise of their footsteps echoing. Finally, Gandalf speaks up as they are half ways.
"Hail Denethor, son of Ecthelion, lord and Steward of Gondor." Gandalf stops a few feet away, the other three behind him, waiting quietly. "I come with tidings in this dark hour, and with counsel."
It is quiet still, but Denethor holds up the horn and pulls them apart to see that it was cloven in half. He then speaks up for the first time, his voice holding anger, wanted authority, sadness, and it was a bit raspy.
"Perhaps you come to explain this." He looks up to Gandalf, his pointed nose and chin pointing downwards, his skin pale as the marble upon their feet. Pippin gaps, but Deneothor takes no notice of him, nor Ailish and Damon. "Perhaps you come to tell me why my son is dead."
Pippin looks at the half horn, the battle scene of Boromir being hit but a Uruk-hai's arrow to the chest and talks very low, and very softly.
"Boromir died to save us." Deneothor looks at Pippin, as Gandalf closes his eyes. "My kinsman and me." Pippin walks forward, Gandalf looking at him startled. "He fell defending us from many foes."
"Pippin!"
Gandalf warns but Pippin doesn't listen and kneels down, looking up to Deneothor.
"I offer you my service, such as it is," Gandalf mutters under his breath, as Ailish groans and hits her head against her brother's shoulder. "In payment of this debt."
"This is my first command to you." Deneothor says, not hesitating to let Gandalf stop his only source of what happened to his son. "How did you escape and my son did not, so mighty a man as he was?"
"The mightiest man may be slain by one arrow, and Boromir was pierced by many."
Deneothor gasps slightly, tears forming. Gandalf walks closer to Pippin and hits him from behind, whispering harshly.
"Get up." Gandalf then spoke up, looking at Deneothor as Pippin stands. "My lord, there will be a time to grieve for Boromir, but it is not now. War is coming. The enemy is on your doorstep. As Steward, you are charged with the defense of this city. Where are the rest of Gondor's armies?" Deneothor only looks at Gandalf viciously. "You still have friends. You are not aloe in this fight. Send word to Theoden of Rohan. Light the beacons."
"You think you are wise, Mithrandir? Yet for all your subtleties, you have not wisdom. Do you think the eyes of the White Tower are blind? I have seen more than you know. With your left hand you would use me as a shield against Mordor. And with your right, you'd seek to supplant me. I now who rides with Theoden of Rohan. Oh yes, word has reached my ears of this Aragorn, son of Arathorn. And I tell you now, I will not bow to this Ranger from the North, last of a ragged house long bereft of lordship."
"Authority is not given to you to deny the return of the king, Steward." Ailish said icily, glaring at Deneothor, who quickly stands.
"The rule of Gondor is mine and no others!"
"Come!" Gandalf told them, turning sharply.
Ailish, Pippin, and Damon follow behind Gandalf, as Deneothor sits back down.
"All has turned to vain ambition. He would even use his grief as a cloak." Gandalf said, looking back to the three behind him.
They all walk out, walking towards the edge of the peak in front of them that overlooked the whole city and land.
"A thousand years this city has stood. Now, at the whim of a madman, it will fall. And the White Tree, the tree of the king, will never bloom again." Gandalf said sadly, as they walked past it.
"Why are they still guarding it?" Pippin asks, completely confused.
"They guard it because they have hope. A faint and fading hope that one day it will flower. That a king will come and this city will be as it once was, before it fell into decay. The old wisdom borne out of the west was forsaken. Kings made tombs more splendid then the houses of the living and counted the old names of their descent dearer than the names of their sons. Childless lords sat in aged halls, musing on heraldry or in high, cold towers, asking questions of the stars." Gandalf looks below to the city. "And so the people of Gondor fell into ruin. The line of kings failed. The White Tree withered. The rule of Gondor was given over to lesser men."
Pippin walks forward and stares to the dark mountain, the sky a fire red. "Mordor."
"Yes, there it lies. This city has dwelt ever in the sight of it's shadow."
Ailish shook her head, glaring at the mountain. "And where Saul now walks upon it, feeling all powerful."
"A storm is coming." Pippin says, noticing dark clouds making it's way towards the city.
Damon shakes his head, speaking up. "Nay, this is not the weather of the world. This is a device of Sauron's making. A broil of fume he sends ahead of his host. The Orcs of Mordor have no love of day light, so he covers the face of the sun to ease their passage along the road to war. When the shadow of Mordor reaches this city, it will begin."
"Well, Minas Tirith," Pippin starts, nodding his head.
Gandalf frowns, as he, Ailish, and Damon look down at a nervous Hobbit, who looks up to them.
"Very impressive. So where are we off to next?" Pippin asks, as he turns to walk away but stops at Gandalf's voice.
"Oh, it's too late for that, Peregrin. There's no leaving this city." Gandalf looks back to Mordor. "Help must come to us."
–Later that night–
Ailish and Damon were walking around the halls of Gondor in silence, enjoy only their presence. It was Ailish, who broke the silence, the question in mind bothering him for some time now.
"Damon, tell me the truth, why did Saruman kidnap you really?"
Damon sighed and walked over to the side, facing Mordor. Ailish walked to the right of her brother, looking to him. She saw pain, fear, and anger.
"You don't have to tell me now you know."
Damon shook his head, looking down to the city. "Saruman found a way to enter our world, and the only portal was near the park where we lived. And by then, he was already corrupted by the evil of Sauron. An Orc grabbed me and took me through the portal and they tortured me to tell them what was going to happen to their world, since they couldn't go back."
"But how could have Saruman known that our world contained information of their world?"
"Saruman somehow known that our world contained information, and I believe it was by Adam. They both had a palantir, that's how they communicated. I heard one of their conversations before the Orcs dragged me back to my cell below that maldito tower." (... damn...)
Before any more questions could be asked, a green light was shot up straight to the sky from the side of Mordor. Thunder and lighting flashed above the air near the both Mordor and where the green light was at, for all of Gondor could see. In an other room, Gandalf and Pippin stood on the balcony of their shared room, also watching the green light. Ailish stared at the light, saying a phrase at the same time as Gandalf.
"We come to it at last. The great battle of our/their time. The board is set. The pieces are moving."
Ailish looks over to Damon. "I've seen the second half. It won't be pretty, nor will it be easy."
Early the next day, Gandalf, Pippin, and Damon were walking through the seventh level, to the far left side of the city.
"Peregrin Took, my lad, there is a task now to be done. Another opportunity for one of the shire folk to prove their great worth."
Gandalf tells him, stopping, as Pippin looks up to the right, eyes wide. For on top of a very high ledge of a rock was a big wooden square under an arch way roof. Gandalf kneels in front of Pippin.
"You must not fail me." Gandalf stands up and walks away, Damon walking next to him, Pippin running after them. "Where is Lady Ailish?"
"She said she wanted to help out with your plan and left before I came to find you." Damon told to a surprise Gandalf.
–Osgiliath–
Faramir walked to the top of a ruin tower that stood at the side of the river. He stood next to Madril, who was not facing his young captain.
"It's been very quiet across the river. The Orcs are lying low. The garrison may have moved out. We've sent scouts to Cair Andros. If the Orcs attack from the north, we'll have some warning."
Not too far from the tower, soldiers of Gondor walked around quietly, talking, and joking around. Others eating and drinking. One particular soldier, though, met his fate as he walked to the left upper tower, looking out towards the river. When he looked out the window, an arrow hit his chest, making him grunt in pain and surprise. He stumbles back, and falls down the steps to his own death. Soldiers around got up and quickly moved to the soldier, as both Faramir and Madril ran over to see what the commotion was about.
Faramir sees the arrows and runs over to the side to cautiously look over to the river. What he saw was more then enough Orcs and Uruk-hai's on boats making their way to kill them.
Faramir then whispers to himself, then to his men. "They're not coming from the north." Faramir turns and runs, whispering to his men. "To the river, quick. Quick!"
As the soldiers run towards the river, a boy hands out various weapons to them, the soldiers getting into position. They hid behind ruin pillars, hearing the boats getting closer to shore. Faramir looks over to Madril, who nods to his young captain. Once the Orcs reached shore, they ran out of the boats and pass the pillars. Faramir than runs out to meet them, slicing one in half.
"Hold! Hold them!" Faramir yells, as he and his men fight off the Orcs.
–Gondor–
Ailish wore the best dress she could buy... more like 'borrow', and made her way up the tower. She almost reached the top, and stopped, taking a deep breath.
'I can do this. I can do this.'
Ailish fixed the dress, and stood up straight. She walked up the rest of the way and stood at the door. She cleared her throat and the two middle aged men turned towards her, a smile rising on both of their faces. Ailish forced a smile, leaning against the doorframe.
"Hello, I guess I took a wrong turn." Ailish was about to turn but the men called her back.
"Wait, why don't you stay a while."
Ailish smiled politely at them, as one of them got off the chair they were sitting, and offered it to Ailish.
"Why thank you."
Ailish briefly looked past the two men as she sat down to see Pippin reach the top of the wooden square. Ailish looked back to the men, raising her eyebrows.
"So what are two such nice gentle men as yourselves doing all the way up here?"
The soldier on the left smiled, shrugging. "Duty calls, my lady."
"And we must answer to it." The right soldier finished, taking a drink out of his drink.
Ailish saw Pippin tried to reach the oil, and looked to the soldier on the right.
"May I have some of that drink, kind sir?" Ailish said just as Pippin broke one of the chains holding up the oil lamp, dropping some of it on to the wooden square.
The right soldier smiled and handed Ailish his drink. Ailish took it, and tip her head back a bit, watching Pippin grab a fire lantern and break on top of the wood. She put the drink to her lip, pretending to drink some of it as Pippin smiles in triumph, but then start to panic as the fire gets bigger. Pippin looks about and starts to climb down, just as Ailish took some of the drink into her mouth and spit out, pointing to the wood.
"Oh my - look!"
As both men turned around and Ailish quickly stood up, running down the steps. She threw the drink to the floor, trying not to trip on the dress.
–Seventh level–
Both Gandalf and Damon were leaning against the wall, trying to act normal, yet watch the beacon at the same time. Once it was lit, Gandalf smiled, as Damon grinned, both of them running to the edge, the soldier standing guard looking at them weird.
"Amon Din." Gandalf whispered, as the other beacon on the mountain peak a few miles away was lit.
The soldier looks up to see what they were looking at and saw the beacon lit.
"The beacon. The beacon of Amon Din is lit." The soldier yells, as other soldiers run to see what the yelling was about.
"Hope is kindle." Gandalf whispers.
–Ailish–
After almost half an hour, Ailish finally reached her room, and quickly took off the dress. She put back on her tunic and breeches and boots, hoping that Pippin doesn't open his big mouth about her wearing a dress.
"I feel like I'm forgetting something." Ailish said out loud, getting ready to leave her room.
But before she does, she grabs her stomach in pain, as a vision comes before her.
"Not again." She said breathlessly, falling to her knees.
–Osgiliath–
Gondor soldiers continued to fight throughout the night. It was now morning, and the Gondor soldiers were losing more men by the second. Now they run for their lives, hoping their captain will notice that they were out numbered. Faramir knew what was going around him, and knew that his men were going down quicker than the Orcs. But he continued to fight.
'I will not let you down father!'
Faramir stabs an Orc, punching one that was charging towards him. Though, even he couldn't last long, and also had to flee. Faramir ran in between broken down pillars, as someone called out his name.
"Faramir!"
Faramir looks up startled to see Madril and at least ten or so archers with notched arrows. Faramir stops and moved to the left, hiding behind a pillar just as the archers let go of the arrows, killing the Orcs that were following Faramir. Faramir runs forward, as Madril tells his young captain the obvious.
"We can't hold them. The city is lost."
Faramir looks at his men, and decide on what to do. "Tell the men to break cover. We ride for Minas Tirith."
As he says this, a Nazgul screeching could be heard, as well as a few soldiers start to yell.
"Nazgul!"
"Take cover!"
Two Nazgul, with Ringwraith riders destroy the already ruin even more, grabbing soldiers above the tower and throwing them to the ground. Faramir, as well as with the rest of his men, run, looking up to the Nazgul and watching the Orcs around him.
"Fall back! Fall back to Minas Tirith! Fall back!" Faramir yells, everyone doing what they are told without a second thought.
Those who had horses still ride out, as those who didn't run as fast as they could, Faramir's voice echoing.
"Retreat! Retreat!"
"Run for your lives!" A soldier yells, as a Nazgul flies low to the city.
Maldir was fighting off a Orc, when he was hit in the head. He fell to the floor, as the leader of the Orcs followed by others walk forward. The leader grabs a spear from an Orc and stabs Maldir, pushing it further. Maldir sighs his last breath, his head falling to the side limply. The leader, his right side of his face bigger then the left, looks straight ahead to the fleeing men.
"The age of Men is over. The time of the Orc has come!"
–Field–
The soldiers run/ride as fast as they can towards Gondor, the two Nazguls flying after them.
"Keep going!"
"Take cover!"
"It's the Nazgul!"
One of the Nazgul flew low, trying to grab Faramir.
"Take cover, my lord!"
Two of the soldiers ride behind Faramir, as he pushes his horses faster. The two soldiers were then grabbed by the Nazgul, who flings them on to the floor to get trampled by the horses.
"It's coming!"
From the city, Gandalf rides out to help the men, Pippin riding with him. From the crowd in the city watch in horror, but then in hope at the sight of Gandalf.
"It's Mithrandir."
"The White Rider!"
A Nazgul flies ahead of the men, and flew low, tackling the men and the horse back. Gandalf holds up his staff, a white beam of light shooting towards the Nazgul, which screech in protest and fly back to the city. The white light then disappears, as Gandalf rides in front of Faramir, and towards the rest of the men, the doors being open to welcome those who were able to escape the evil.
Ailish gasps, lying on her back. She puts a hand on her sweaty face, trying to catch her breath. Her heart raced, the vision more painful then before.
"What the hell is happening to me? Why am I getting los malditos visions?" (... those damn...) Ailish yells, looking up at the ceiling.
She then remembers that the soldiers from Osgiliath have returned. Smiling, Ailish stood up quickly and ran out of her room, luckily, she was able to find shortcuts within the city to get to the ground level faster.
–First level
"Mithrandir." Gandalf looks to the side to see Faramir ride up to him. "They broke through our defenses. They've taken the bridge and the west bank. Battalions of Orcs are crossing the river."
"It is as the Lord Denethor predicted." A soldier says, walking forward. "Long has he foreseen this doom."
Gandalf turns fully around, Damon walking up to him. "Foreseen and done nothing." Gandalf glares at the soldier, as Faramir looks in wander at Pippin. Gandalf sees this and frowns. "Faramir?" Pippin looks down. "This is not the first Halfling to have crossed your path." Gandalf looks down at Pippin, then up to Faramir, who shakes his head.
"No."
Pippin smiles, "you've seen Frodo and Sam?"
Faramir nods, "Where? When?"
"In Ithilien. Not two long ago. Gandalf, they're taking the road to the Morgul Vale."
Gandalf looks at Faramir in alarm. "And then the pass of Cirith Ungol."
Faramir nods. Pippin looks at the looks both Damon and Faramir had on their faces.
"What does that mean?" No one answers. "What's wrong?" Pippin asks, looking back to Gandalf.
"Faramir, tell me everything. Tell all that you know."
"Faramir!"
Faramir, Gandalf, Pippin, and Damon turned their heads to the left to see Ailish pushing through the crowd. Faramir smiles and gets off his horse. He takes a few steps forward to have Ailish meet him most of the way and hug him.
"Oh, you're all right! You're all right!"
"You two have met before?" Gandalf asks confused.
Ailish lets Faramir go, and looks at Gandalf, a hint of pink upon her cheeks.
"Yes, it was because of Faramir that I was rescued by the evil men who were on their way to Mordor. Didn't I tell you?"
"So you were with him, Frodo, and Sam?" Pippin asks.
"Yes." Ailish says, frowning.
"Foolish girl! Why did you not tell us before?" Gandalf yells, shaking his head at her.
Ailish's eyes widen, "now I remembered what I was going to tell you at Rohan!" Ailish covered her mouth, as Damon, Faramir, and Pippin tried not to laugh.
"It wasn't her fault that she forgot Gandalf." Damon said, Faramir noticing him for the first time. "She was a bit overwhelmed with the surprise she received in Rohan."
Gandalf glared at Ailish, "I guess you are right Damon. Finally meeting your brother after twenty years of missing is a bit overwhelming." Gandalf then rode away, mumbling to himself. "Foolish girl!"
"And how are you doing, Ailish?" Faramir asks, turning to her.
"Este es el hombre que tu besartes?" Damon asked. (This is the man you kissed?)
Ailish smiled, nodding to her brother. "Yup. Damon, this is Lord Faramir, son of Denethor. Faramir, this is my brother, Damon."
Faramir smiled, "nice to meet you, Damon."
"Likewise." Damon smiled, eyeing Faramir up and down. "Se ve come veinticinco." (He looks about twenty-five.)
Ailish shook her head, and took Faramir's arm, "come, Gandalf's probably waiting."
–Throne room
Denethor glared at his second son. "This is how you would serve your city? You would risk it's utter ruin?"
"I did what I judged to be right." Faramir says, keeping his voice from rising in anger.
"What you judged to be right. You sent the Ring of Power into Mordor, in the hands of a witless Halfling. It should have been brought back to the Citadle to be kept safe. Hidden. Dark and dep in the vaults, not to be used. Unless at the uttermost end of need."
"I would not use the Ring. Not of Minas Tirith were falling in ruin and I alone could save her." Faramir said, his voice snappish.
"Ever you desire to appear lordly and gracious, as a king of old. Boromir would have remembered his father's need. He would have brought me a kingly gift."
"Boromir would not have brought the Ring. He would have stretched out his hand to this thing and taken it. He would've fallen."
"You know nothing of this matter!" Denethor snapped, glaring more furiously at his second son.
"He would have kept it for his own. And when he returned, you would not have known your son."
Denethor charges forward. "Boromir was loyal to me!" Faramir takes a step back in fear of his father's madness. "Not some wizard's pupil!" Denethor stumbles back, falling on to the steps before his chair.
Faramir hesitates, but walks forward. "Father?" He stops in front of the Steward.
Denethor looks up, then past Faramir to see an illusion of his older son, and smiles.
He stands up, "my son."
Faramir was taken back, as Denethor walks forward. The illusion of Boromir turns around and smiles. He walks froward and was about to stand where Faramir was at, but disappears. Denethor frowns, and glares at his youngest son once more.
"Leave me!" Denethor snarls, as Faramir does so.
–Edoras–
It was almost half a week when the beacon in Gondor was lit. It was almost the afternoon, when Aragorn was outside a home, drinking from a bowl. He looked over to the left, to see Alejandro walking towards him.
"Can we talk Aragorn?"
Aragorn nods his head, indicating Alejandro to sit next to him, but Alejandro shakes his head and stands.
"Wha- How, um," Alejandro clears his throat, fidgeting with the hem of his tunic.
Aragorn stared at him in amusement, taking a drink from the bowl to hide his smile. Unconsciously, Aragorn looks to right and stands up slowly. Alejandro frowns and looks in the direction Aragorn was looking and cursed under his breath.
'How could I have forget!'
Once Aragorn recognized what it was, Aragorn threw the bowl and ran towards the throne room, Alejandro behind him.
–Throne room–
Alejandra was sitting on top of a table near Theoden, Gamling, and two other men who were looking down at a table covered by maps. She took a sip of her drink, not taking her eyes off of them. Eomer came over to her and sat next to where her feet were planted on the bench. He put down a bowl, putting the spoon he was holding in it.
"You know, it is not very nice to eavesdrop." Eomer whispered, Alejandra smirking.
"Who said I was eavesdropping?" Eomer raised an eyebrow, looking up at Alejandra, who continued to look over to the table. "I was actually deep in thought before you interrupted me."
"Really?" Eomer said almost sarcastically.
"Yes." Alejandra whispered, averting her eyes to the floor, searching it for some kind of answer. "And I believe it is time we all packed."
Alejandra pushed herself off the table and landed with a thump on the stone floor. Before Eomer could question what she meant, the doors were thrown open, startling everyone but Alejandra to look up, as Aragorn ran forward, Alejandro behind him.
"The beacons of Minas Tirith! The beacons are lit!"
Theoden, Gamling, and two other men looked up from the table that was covered by maps. Aragorn stops right in front of them, panting. Eomer stands up, looking at his uncle, then to Alejandra, and back.
"Gondor calls for aid."
Eowyn runs from down the hall and stood next to Eomer, as Legolas gave a stern look to the king, everyone waiting for what the king decides to do.
"And Rohan will answer." Both Alejandro and Alejandra looked at each other, smiling. "Muster the Rohirrim."
Eomer bows his head, looking over to Eowyn, putting a gentle hand on her upper arm, walking away. He held Alejandra's gaze, questioning her, before Eomer left. It took no longer than twenty minutes for the whole village to preparing for war. A soldier above a tower hits a bell, warning those who did not hear, to get ready.
Theoden and Eomer walked out of the throne room in their armour.
"Assemble the army at Dunharrow. As many men as can be found. You have two days." Theoden says, stopping.
Eomer nods and continues to walk, but Theoden grabs his shoulder, Eomer turning around.
"On the third, we ride for Gondor and war."
Eomer nods and quickly leaves. Theoden walks over to the right, edging towards the side.
"Gamling."
"My lord."
"Make haste across the Riddermark. Summon every able-bodied man to Dunharrow."
"I will." Gamling says, walking away.
Theoden looks down to his city, his people. Men on both horses and foot walk towards the entrance. He turns to the left when he heard a few curses to see Alejandra strapping her weapons on to her.
"Where do you think you are going, Lady Alejandra?"
Alejandra looks up to the king, walking forward. "I am going to war with you, my king."
"This is not for women! This is not a game!"
Alejandra narrows her eyes. "I am aware of this, my lord. But I am going. I have been in plenty of battles with these creatures to know how they will fight! Just because I am a woman does not mean a thing! I came from a world where men and woman are equal, yet the woman still treated like you are treating me, only not so badly." Alejandra shakes her head. "I am going to this war, whether you like it or not, and you can't stop me!" And with that said, Alejandra walks down the steps and towards the stables.
–Stables
Eowyn walks out of the stables, leading a horse with her. Aragorn ready's his horse, as he sees Eowyn.
"Will you ride with us?"
"Just to the encampment. It's tradition for the women of the court to farewell the men."
Aragorn looks at a blanket and lifts it up to see the hilt of sword, only to have Eowyn cover it again. Aragorn turns to his horse, hoping she won't do anything stupid.
"The men have found their captain." Aragorn looks at her. "They will follow you into battle, even to death. You have given us hope."
"He give everyone hope, no matter where he is." Alejandro said, as he walked out of the stables.
Aragorn smiles but looks down unsurely.
–Throne room–
Merry walks up to the king, and stands behind him, holding his sheathe sword horizontal upon his palms.
"Excuse me." Theoden turns, looking down at the Hobbit. "I have a sword. Please accept it." Merry kneels on one knee, holding his sword by the hilt vertically. "I offer you my service, Theoden King."
Theoden makes Merry stand, smiling. "I gladly accept it." Merry smiles. "You shall be Meriadoc, esquire of Rohan." Merry nods and runs off to find a horse.
–Ground
Gimli sat behind Legolas on Arod, watching the soldiers walk forward.
"Horse-Men." Gimli scoffs. "I wish I could muster a legion of Dwarves, fully armed and filthy."
"Your kinsmen may have no need to ride to war. I fear war already marches on their own lands." Gimli grunts, as he turns to see Merry on a horse, trying to make it move forward.
Turning his head, he sees women and children hugging, and crying. As those they love leave for war and may never be seen again.
Aragorn gets on his horse, as the cousins ride on either side of him, Eomer in the front.
"Now is the hour. Riders of Rohan, oaths you have taken. Now, fulfil them all to lord and land!"
With that said, Eomer, Eowyn, the cousins, Aragorn, Gimli, and Legolas ride up front with the king, as Merry rides between the men.
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