I forgot last chapter, the song is called 'Lonely Girl' by Pink! I don't own it!
Anything in parentheses (words) means it's in Elvish.
Captured in a Dream
Chapter 33
Last Chapter:
Ailish turns in a circle, her double swords out. Going to a fighting stance after she made a complete circle, she held the right sword above her head, horizontal. As she held the left sword in front of her, also horizontal. But before she can continue fighting, Ailish falls down in pain, crossing her arms in front of her chest, the blades sticking out.
"No." She whispered. "Not now."
Pippin runs the opening of the sixth level... The Ringwraith king takes his Nazgul low... The Ringwraith grabs Pippin by the back of his shirt... The Ringwraith flies away with Pippin... Towards the tower of Sauron... Pippin is dropped into the hundreds of Uruk-hai's near Mount Doom... Pippin is killed by a sword at the side of his head...
"No! Pippin!"
Ailish stands and runs towards the opening for the third level. She turns her head left from right and sees the secret passage. She runs towards it, hoping of getting to Pippin on time. Above the air, the nine Ringwraith's fly high above, circling the city, searching for it's prey. Pippin runs as fast as his small feet could take him. And that's saying something, for he was on the fourth level, going to the fifth level. A screeching noise is heard above Ailish and she looks up to see a Nazgul fly upwards.
'I'm on the fifth level! Pippin, you better not have reached the sixth already!'
Ailish pushed her legs even more, jumping over fallen crates and turning sharply around the corners. Pippin has reached the sixth level but abruptly stops as he sees a Nazgul pass over the sixth level, the Ringwraith king looking down to him. He stops the Nazgul and turns him around. He lets the Nazgul floats upon the air, the Ringwraith king hissing at Pippin. But before anything could happen, Ailish jumps out from the left of Pippin and stands in front of him, trying not to breath too hard.
"If you want him, you'll have to pass me first."
The Ringwraith laughs, taking it's helmet off. "I know I have no chance of passing you, Ailish Soria!" He hiss, throwing the helmet to the floor.
Ailish gulps down the fear and anger that has risen in her throat, her eyes widening. "You son of a-"
"Nuh-uh!" The Ringwraith pulls back it's hood.
Black, ear length hair fell around his face, covering his semi-black/brown eyes. Black coal covered his face, the hilt of a sword poking from inside his cloak in the back. He had a beard growing, his face a pale white.
"A lady should never use such language."
"Damn you to hell Saul!" Ailish said between her teeth, glaring at the man she once trusted in front of her. "Pippin, run back down, I'll come get you. Now!"
Pippin nodded, walking backwards. He turned and ran as fast as he can back to the lower levels.
'I have to go find Faramir! Or Damon!'
"He will not reach the lower levels in time, Ailish." Saul hissed, smiling down at her.
"I believe in him, traitor. No esta como ustad. Nada pero barsuda!" (He's not like you. Nothing but garbage!)
In one swift movement, the Nazgul's left wing hit Ailish from her right, throwing her against the wall and pinning her.
"Tu! Eres la barsuda! Nada pero un maldita puta!" Saul sneered angrily. (You! Are the garbage! Nothing but a damn whore!)
"Por que? Porque mi enamora con Faramir?" Ailish yelled back, trying to breath. (Why? Because I fell in love with Faramir?)
The two ex-friends stared at each other, both glaring down the other.
–Second level–
"I guess Ailish was wrong!" Damon yelled over to Faramir and Gandalf. "Rohan's armies won't be hurry until tomorrow's sun rise or sun set!" Damon stabbed an Orc in the heart and kicked back to another, which stumbled its way into Faramir's tip of his sword.
"It does looks like it." Gandalf yelled to the brother, hitting a Orc of the head with his staff.
"Faramir! Faramir!"
Faramir beheaded an Orc, and turned to see Pippin running over to him.
"Peregrin Took! I thought I told you-!"
Pippin caught Gandalf off. "Ailish needs your help! Saul disguised himself as a Ringwraith and is fighting with Ailish as we speak!"
Fear gripped into the three men's heart. A woman screaming was echoed above them, making the four of them look up. What they saw angered and feared them. Hanging over the edge was Ailish, held down by the Nazgul's claw, as Saul held his sword at her throat. Without even thinking about it, Faramir ran, ignoring the calls of Damon.
"She will be fine, Damon!" Gandalf reassured him. "Faramir will get there in time. Besides, that traitor won't do anything to Ailish yet." Gandalf turned and slashed his sword down at a coming Orc.
–Sixth Level–
"I really don't want to do this, Ailish!" Saul told her, tears shining in his eyes. "Can't you see I love you!" He yelled to her, making the Nazgul press it's claw down more into her chest, pressing his sword harder to her neck.
"I don't love you!" Ailish screamed, holding back her own tears. "I never did! I only love one person, Saul, and it's not you!"
Glaring down at her, Saul shook his head slowly. "Then I'm sorry to do this."
Rising his sword above his head, Saul got ready to bring down his sword. But instead, he yelled in pain, dropping his sword. Ailish looked up to see an arrow at the base of Saul's shoulder. The Nazgul suddenly screamed in pain also, grabbing Ailish, as it floated up to the air, and threw her to the side. Though, instead of feeling the ground or the wall, Ailish was thrown to somebody, who grunted in surprise. Looking behind her, Ailish smiled in relief, ready to cry.
"I am glad you are safe." Faramir whispered, kissing her the side of her forehead.
"Death will come to you, Ailish." Ailish and Faramir looked up at Saul's hissing voice. He glared down at them. "Death will come to you and your damn lover! And it will be con mi manos!" (... with my hands!)
And with that, Saul and the Nazgul flew away, the other Ringwraith's following him. Ailish sighed, crying a bit. Faramir only tightened his grip about her waist, sighing.
"I thought I lost you."
Ailish shook her head, tears running down her cheeks. "No. But I did lose a friend. As Alejandro and Alejandra lost their cousin." Ailish curled up, the familiar pain of a vision coming to her. "Not again!"
Frodo walks up some steps, Shelob climbing on top of the rocks. A few rocks fall down, making Frodo turn around. He looks around, but sees nothing. But silently, Shelob lowers her lower half to be level with Frodo. Once Frodo turns, Shelob stings him, Frodo surprises and shock. Foam starts to form in his mouth, as he falls to the ground. Shelob lowers herself upon the steps and starts to wrap Frodo in her web.
Sam than walks towards them, holding Sting on his right hand, and the light of Earendil shining on his left hand.
"Let him go, you filth. Let him go!"
Shelob drops Frodo to the ground.
"You will not touch him again. Com on and finish it!" Sam yells as he runs forward.
Ailish slowly uncurls, as Faramir was kneeled in front of her, his face showed nothing but concerned.
"Are you all right? What did you see?" Faramir asked, as he helped her up.
Ailish shook her head, smiling a bit. "Frodo and Sam. They live, but Shelob, the giant spider that lives in the caves where the two Hobbits were heading, stung him and wrapped him in her web." The two of them started walking back. "But he lives."
Ailish grunted in pain, falling to her knees.
"Not again." Faramir groaned, sitting on his knees in front of her, holding on to her shoulders.
Orcs grab Frodo's body and take him up the stairs, towards the tower.
"Samwise you fool." Sam whispered.
"This scum will be awake in a couple of hours." An Orc said.
"Then he'll wish he'd never been born." Another said, looking around for any more victims.
"Sam, you better get to him." Ailish whispered, standing once more with Faramir. "Come on, we can't let them fight with out us."
The two begin to run down, hoping they weren't overrun yet.
–Ends of Path's of Dead–
Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli, and Alejandro stood by the bank of the water, the pirate ships getting closer.
"You may go no further." Aragorn yells, the Captain standing up. "You will not enter Gondor."
The pirates laughed, the captain yelling over to them. "Who are you to deny us passage?"
"Legolas, fire a warning shot past the bosun's ear." Aragorn said lowly.
Legolas takes out an arrow.
"Mind your aim." Gimli tells the Elf as he tips the bottom of Legolas bow.
When Legolas let the arrow go, past the captain and to the sailor next to him. He yelled in surprise and fell dead to the floor. Gimli gasps, as both Legolas and Alejandro glared down at the Dwarf, as Aragorn looks over to them, sighing in irritation.
"That's it. Right. We warned you." Gimli yells to the pirates.
"Prepare to be boarded."
"Boarded?" A pirate yells laughingly. "By you and whose army?"
"This army." Aragorn whispered.
As he did so, the Witch King yells as he passes through Aragorn, the other ghost following. The ends of Alejandro's hair all stood up, making him shiver a bit.
'Not a good feeling to have a ghost past through you.'
The pirates all start to yell, Aragorn smiling in triumphant.
"Uh, Aragorn?" Alejandro asked, a thought coming up.
"Yes?" Aragorn looked over to Alejandro, the Elf and Dwarf doing the same.
Alejandro frowned and looked at him. "How are we going to get onboard?"
Aragorn opened his mouth to answer but frowned and looked to the ships, everyone else looking as well.
–Plains of Gondor–
Alejandra sat on the ground, watching the sun getting ready to set soon. Not too far away was Haldir, standing up, looking over the plains.
"Ay primo! Ojala que estas bien. Tu amante te necesita." (Oh cousin! I hope you are all right. Your lover needs you.)
Sighing, she rubs her right wrist in a nervous habit. Though she smiles faintly as she hears a couple of hooves upon the ground. Eomer and Gamling returned to the camp, making their way to Theoden.
"The scouts report Minas Tirith is surrounded. The lower level's in flames." Eomer tells his uncle, riding around his horse. "Everywhere, legions of the enemy advance.
Theoden glared over to Alejandra, who sat not too far away. "Why did you not tell us sooner if you knew?"
Haldir looked back to see if he needed to defend his friend.
"I might have known, my lord. But my memory of this... world, has been erased completely." Alejandra tells him as she stands.
Facing them, they saw how serious and nervous she was.
"I do not know nothing no more."
"Time is against us." Theoden says, turning his back to her.
"Make ready!" Eomer yells, riding up to Alejandra.
"Do not worry, you will be fine. But ride with me."
Alejandra nods, watching Eomer ride away to warn the other soldiers. Turning, she makes her way towards her horse, Shadow. Haldir stops her and squeezes her shoulders, telling her silently it was going to be all right. Nodding, Alejandra continued towards her horse.
"Take heart, Merry. It will soon be over." Eowyn tells him.
"My lady... you are fair and brave, and you have so much to live for," Eowyn, who had her back to the Hobbit, turned around. "And many who love you." Eowyn smiles. "I know it is too late to turn aside. I know there is not much point now in hoping. If I were a knight of Rohan, capable of great deeds, but I'm not. I'm a Hobbit. And I know I can't save Middle-Earth." Eowyn walks closer to Merry. "I just want to help my friends. Frodo. Sam. Pippin. More than anything, I wish I could see them again." Merry smiles slightly.
"Prepare to move out!" Eomer's voice makes it's way to the two of them.
"Make haste. We ride through the night." Theoden yells, a horn being blown.
All of the soldiers start to pack everything up. Merry looks to Eowyn, who looks back. Merry grabs his helmet, and stands up, putting it on. Eowyn takes her helmet and puts it on as well.
"To battle." She says.
"To battle!" Merry repeats her.
Alejandra rides over to her friends, bowing her head. "Be careful you two." Alejandra tells them. "I am going with your brother. May what ever God watch over you and the lives of Men." Nodding, Alejandra rides over to Eomer.
–Gondor–
Night quickly came, and the fighting was still going on. The Men of Gondo were becoming weary, and tired as the never ending Orcs and Uruk-hai continued to come.
"Okay, maybe I got my events mixed up. I'm sorry. Rohan won't be here until tomorrow at sun rise!" Ailish nearly yells to her brother and lover.
"Maybe Rohan has deserted us, as we deserted them for the arrogance of my father."
"Arrogance he is, but Rohan will come. I know it." Ailish tells Faramir, smiling over to him.
"Back to the gate! Hurry!" Gandalf yells, as the pounding from the gate continues.
–Seventh level–
Pippin looks below to the lower grounds. He looks back, than turns, but quickly takes a double look. Denethor walks out of the throne room and towards the west section of the seventh level, mumbling to himself.
"I am Steward of the House of Anarion. Thus have I walked. And thus now will I sleep."
Pippin runs over to the White Tree.
"Gondor is lost. There is no hope for Men."
Denethor stops mumbling and walks over to a very long bridge that connected to the toms of Gondor's past kings. Pippin follows silently, frowning as to what the old man was doing. Neither of them had looked up to the bare branches of the White Tree. If they have'd, they would have seen a white flower bloomed.
"Why do the fools fly?" Denethor asks himself, as he stops an d looks down to the battle. "Better to die sooner than late. For die we must." Denethor continues to walk towards the building.
When he reaches it, Denethor opens it. "No tomb for Denethor. No tomb for Boromir."
Denethor walks towards the stone table in the middle of the circular room, pas the narrow walls that held those of the past.
"No long, slow sleep of death embalmed. I shall burn, like the heathen kings of old." Denethor stops in front of the table and looks to his servants. "Bring wood and oil."
–Main Gates–
The doors bang fiercely, the men taking a few steps back.
"Steady. Steady." Gandalf tells them, just as the mouth of Grond breaks through. "You are soldiers of Gondor." Gandalf tells them, as Ailish, Faramir, and Damon reached him.
"No matter what comes through that gate, you will stand your ground!" Ailish yells. Than everyone's eyes widen as Ailish uttered a single word. "Shit."
Trolls in armor burst the doors open.
"Run!" A soldier yells, as a troll swings his spike club to a couple of soldiers, sending them flying.
"Volley! Fire!" Gandalf yells.
Archers let their arrows go. They kill one troll, but the three others were angered by being fired at. Orcs and Uruk-hai's pass through the door, those soldiers with spears, level it to the front of them and stab what ever was coming their way.
'The fight now begins.' Damon thought, slicing his sword across an Orcs Chest.
–Seventh level–
Pippin runs over to the door, Denethor lying on the stone table, pouring oil on himself. The servants were placing wood around Denethor.
"Strom! Strom!" Pippin whispered desperately, waving over to a young man.
He quickly walked over to the Hobbit. "Master Pippin! Lord Denethor has gone mad!"
"You must stall as best as you can! I will go help."
"Quickly!" Strom said, watching the Hobbit run as fast he can.
Pippin followed Ailish's shortcuts, hoping to get to someone faster. When Pippin ran out of the alley, he was caught up in the confusion of Men and Orcs.
"Move it!"
"Hurry, along there!"
"Hurry along!"
"Ailish! Where is Ailish? Ailish!" Pippin yelled desperately, trying to pass through the fleeing men.
"Retreat!" Gandalf yells. "The city is breached! Fall back to the second level! Retreat! Come on! Come on, move!"
–Plains of Gondor–
"Move into the city, kill all in your path. But leave the girl soldier to me!" Saul tells the Orc with the squashed face.
–Inside–
"Take them down!" A soldier yells.
"Fight!" Both Ailish and Gandalf yell. "Fight to the last man! Fight for your lives!"
Though they were in different areas, their message passed on.
"Gandalf! Gandalf!" Gandalf turns to look down at Pippin. "Denethor has lost his mind! He's burning himself alive!"
Gandalf's eyes widen. "Up! Quickly!"
Gandalf grabs Pippin and puts the Hobbit in front of him. They ride as fast as they can, trampling over evil, moving out of the Men's way. Ailish, who was running in the direction of Gandalf and Pippin, heard what was happening. She looks up to see a Nazgul carrying the real Ringwraith King. Ailish looks around and sees the other Ringwraith's flying around, than point down to her. Ailish looks to see the sun rising and without even thinking it, Ailish ran.
On the fourth level, Shadowfax came to an abrupt halt. The leader of the Ringwraith lands his Nazgul on the ground. Gandalf twirls his staff, placing it in front of him.
"Go back to the abyss. Fall into the nothingness that awaits you and your master."
"Do you not know death when you see it, old man? This is my hour."
Ailish runs up behind them, than stands in front of Shadowfax.
"What are you-?" Gandalf starts but Ailish cuts him off.
"It's me who he wants."
The Ringwraith holds up his sword to the sky. It turned into a flame, the wind sucking into the sword. Gandalf's sword breaks, as both he and Pippin are thrown off Shadowfax, Ailish thrown to the side of the stone railing.
"You have failed! The wold of Men will fall." He holds up his sword.
Ailish pushes herself from the rail and stands in front of Gandalf. A horn is than blown, the Ringwraith looking to the east side of the plains. Gandalf frowns, trying to recognize the sound. The Ringwraith looks back to them and screeches but before he leaves, the Nazgul grabs Ailish and flies away.
"Ailish!" Pippin yells, staring in horror.
"Just get to Denethor!" Ailish yells back, struggling with the grip of the Nazgul.
On the lower level, Faramir behead's an Orc, and looks up in time to see Ailish held by a Nazgul.
"Ailish!"
Damon looks over to Faramir, than up at the sky. "No." Damon whispers.
–Outside of Gondor–
Saul and the Orc with the squashed face look over to the east hill as another horn is blown. The sun has risen, just as Rohan soldiers line up the hill. Everyone takes in their enemy, gulping at the sight of the number. Eowyn slowly breathes and puts an arm around Merry.
"Courage, Merry. Courage for our friends."
Orcs who held spears got ready into their position, facing the Rohan army. Theoden's rides to the right.
"Eomer, take your eored down the left flank."
Eomer nods and rides down to the right, Alejandra following. "Flank ready."
"Gamling, follow the king's banner down the center. Grimbold, take your company right after you pass the wall. Haldir, you follow after Grimbold."
As Theoden gave out the orders, the men moved on either side of the army to give out the order to their men. Haldir made his way to the left, ordering his men.Alejandra looks over to Eomer, who looks down to her as well. She brings down his head, kissing him passionately. Eomer's men gave a whistle and a few laughs, smiling.
Alejandra stopped and looked straight to the enemy. "Please be careful."
Eomer blushes from embarrassment, also facing the men. "As well as yourself, (Rohirrim) my love."
Alejandra frowned but reminded herself to ask him later after the war.
"Forth, and fear no darkness! Arise, arise, Riders of Theoden!" Theoden voices out loud, looking to his men.
Eowyn turns her face, as Theoden passes to the left.
"Spears shall be shaken, shields shall be splintered, a sword-day, a red day are the sun rises!"
The soldiers get their swords and spears ready.
"Whatever happens, stay with me. I'll look after you." Eowyn whispers.
Theoden rides to the right once more, hitting his sword against the spears.
"Ride now!" Theoden yells. "Ride now! Ride! Ride for ruin and the world's ending!" Theoden rides towards the enemy. "Death!"
"Death!" The armies and their leaders yell.
"Death!"
"Death!"
"Death!"
"Death!"
"Forth Eorlings!"
Horns are blown, the army riding forward, yelling battle cries.
A/N: I hoped you liked it! Please review!