Anything in parentheses (words) means it's in Elvish.
Captured in a Dream
Chapter 35
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Last Chapter:
"No!"
Eomer's scream could be heard. He runs towards a figure, dropping both his sword and helmet. He drops to his knees and picks Eowyn up in his arms, crying.
"No!"
Eomer looks around lost, not knowing what to do. Aragorn frowns sadly, not knowing what to make of this. Tears weld up in his eyes as he stared at Eowyn's body in Eomer's arms. Alejandro runs to him, and drops to his knees, crying.
"EOWYN!" Alejandro cried, slamming his fists.
Eomer rocks back and forth, holding his sister to him. Alejandra, drops next to Eomer's right and hug him. He puts his head on her shoulder sobbing.
"My sister! Not my sister, please!"
Alejandra closed her eyes tightly, tears streaming down her cheeks.
"Lo siento. Yo sabia que ella estaba haciendo. Yo sabia, lo siento." Alejandra whispered, hugging Eomer closely to her. (I'm sorry. I knew what she was doing. I knew, I'm sorry.)
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With the help of the soldier's from Gondor, Rohan, and the Elves, all those who were injured were carried back in a rush to the healing rooms. The fellowship, the cousins, Eomer, and Haldir were first healed before going up to the healing rooms to help around with the three Healers who were only available. Aragorn was outside the door of the healing room, breathing in and out deeply. Gandalf and Ailish walked up to him, Gandalf leaning on his staff while Ailish leaned on Aragorn, smiling in comforting and teasing smile.
Aragorn stared at her if she was crazy. Ailish only continued to smile and out of nowhere, she bumped her hip with his, making Aragorn stagger to the right. He steady himself and stared at her as if Ailish has really gone mental.
"You must relax and go in, Aragorn." Ailish told him, Gandalf nodding in agreement.
"She is right. Many of those injuries are out of the regular healers knowledge for they are near death."
Aragorn sighed, but Ailish continued to speak what Gandalf wanted to say but couldn't.
"Those patients inside, Aragorn, needs a king's touch." Aragorn stared at Ailish's stern voice. "They need you." Ailish whispered the last part.
Aragorn rubbed his tired face, and stared at both Gandalf and Ailish. "But I do not think I can do it."
Ailish groaned in frustration and grabbed Aragorn's arm.
"What do you-?"
"Shut up!" Ailish told him, dragging the soon to be king into the healing room, Gandalf holding the door open for them. "You can do it, Aragorn, I know you can. But you must believe in yourself like others do."
Stopping, Ailish let go of Aragorn, who stared about the many beds full of injured patients. Some were treated, but others have yet to be seen by a healer or one of the fellowship or cousins. Aragorn saw a few beds occupied by small children who were injured in the process of getting to safety. Taking a deep breath, Aragorn took a step forward and stopped a healer's assistance.
"Bring me some Athelas and boil lots of water."
The woman nodded and walked away to do what Aragorn has ordered. Ailish smiled and looked back to Gandalf who smiled back, nodding for her controlling. Ailish chuckled slightly, and looked around the healing room.
"Now it's my turn." Ailish told the wizard and went off.
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As the hours pass on, half the patients have all ready been tended to. And Eowyn was one of them. Eomer sat next to his sister body lying on the ground. Tears begin to stream down Eomer's cheeks, his arms on top of his knees. Alejandra, who was on the other side of Eomer and Eowyn, looked up from finishing her stitching a man's wound to see her lover rocking back and forth. Alejandra momentarily closed her eyes, holding back her tears. Guilt gripped her heart, knowing it was her fault that Eowyn went out to fight, and that she was hurt in the process.
'I should've had Eowyn more closely to me.' Alejandra thought guiltily, opening her eyes once more.
Alejandra stopped a passing servant. "Could you get Lord Aragorn for me. Tell him to come and tend to Eowyn, please." The servant nodded and went to do what she was asked.
Sighing, Alejandra walked over towards a fire place, were some servants were boiling water. Alejandro walked up next to his cousin, his eyes still red and swollen from crying. He put a gently hand on Alejandra's shoulder, making her look up at him.
"It's not your fault, Nena."
Alejandra smiled at the nickname Alejandro used to call her when they were children.
"Thanks."
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"With a Sigh,
You turn away,"
As Aragorn was led by a nurse to were Eowyn was lying, he sees Eomer sitting near by, watching over her body. Aragorn looks from the new king of Rohan, to Eowyn, from the bottom of the ground, a hope look upon his face. He walks up the few stairs, Eomer looking up to Aragorn, as the king of Gondor kneels next to his sister. Aragorn lets his right hand hover over Eowyn's left lower arm, which is covered with black scars, and blue of the flesh.
He picks up her arm, looking over it. Alejandra walked up the stairs, setting down a bowl of steaming hot water, and two folded clothes, one of them holding Athelas. She unfolds the cloth holding the Athelas and begin to crush the leaves and dropping them into the water. The sweet fragrance soon surrounds the three of them. Alejandra than makes her way to Eomer and hugs him from around the neck, Eomer grabbing her hand and gripping it in hope.
"Aragorn will help your sister, Eomer. Just believe and have faith." Alejandra whispered, hugging him in reassurance.
"With a deepening heart,
No more words to say,"
Holding Eowyn's hand with his left, Aragorn takes the other folded cloth and dumps it into the water. He scrunches out the extra water and places the cloth on Eowyn's cold forehead. Aragorn closes his eyes, muttering under his breath. Eomer watches on, looking as if ready to cry once more. Aragorn takes the cloth from her forehead, and places his hand on her forehead once more. He begins to mutter again, his eyes still close. After a few moments, Aragorn takes his hand from her forehead and places it to the side of Eowyn's face.
Eowyn takes a deep breath, and exhales. She slowly opens her eyes and sees Aragorn. Eomer grips Alejandra's hands, kissing her palm.
"You will find that the world has changed,
Forever..."
The next day, Eowyn stays in her room for most of the morning. The lead healer, however, persuaded Eowyn to roam the garden, which she did. Alejandro wandered into the healing rooms, wanting to see his beloved as he heard the news. He stops on top of a few stairs, watching the woman he fell in love lean next to a window. He never thought of himself of falling in love, but he did. Smiling, he walked behind her, slipping his hands around her waist.
"Why so sad, my lady?" Alejandro whispered into Eowyn's ear.
"Because I have seen my uncle fall to his death. I was there for his last breath."
Alejandro pressed a kiss on Eowyn's cheek. "I can assure you, my lady, your uncle would have wanted you to be his side before he passed over."
"…And the trees are now turning from green to gold,
And the sun is now fading,"
Eowyn turned in Alejandro's arms and stared into his eyes. She saw love that mirrored her brothers, yet more intense. Smiling faintly, Eowyn stepped on her tip toes and gave a light kiss to Alejandro's lips.
"Thank you for being here with me."
Alejandro smiled and let one of his hands trail up from her waist, her neck to cup her right cheek, whipping the few tears with his thumb.
"I am glad you have let me enter into your life, Lady Eowyn." Alejandro whispered, leaning forward.
The couple shared a small kiss that turned out to be a passionate one. Those who watched on smiled, to see their lady has finally found love and she was now happy. Others were just happy for the couple who mirrored each others love.
"I wish I could hold you,
Closer…"
The next day, Eowyn stayed in her room all morning. The lead healer, however, has somehow persuaded her to roam about the garden, which she did. Alejandro walked through the halls of the healing area, as he heard that his beloved was now awake. He stops at the top of a few stairs as he sees the woman he fell in love stand next to a window, looking out. He didn't know how he fell in love, but he did and was grateful it was with Eowyn.
Walking behind her, Alejandro slipped his hands around her waist. "Why so sad, my lady?" Alejandro whispered into Eowyn's ear.
"Because I have seen my uncle fall to his death." She whispered, guilt evident in her voice.
Alejandro pressed a kiss on her cheek. "I can assure you, my lady, you uncle would have wanted you to be by his side before he passed over."
Eowyn turned in his arms and looked into the eyes of the man she fell in love with. He mirrored the same love her brother gives her but more intense.
"Thank you."
Smiling faintly, Eowyn rose on her tip toes and placed a kiss on to his lips. Alejandro smiled, and let one of his hands rise up from her side, to her neck, than to cup her cheek, brushing the tears away with his thumb.
"You are welcome." He whispers back.
He kissed her passionately, bringing Eowyn closer. Those who watched on smiled as their lady has finally found joy and love. Other just watched the happy couple, knowing that the end of this dreadful war is soon to come to an end.
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At night fall, many soldiers were still out looking for survivors in the Pelenor. Pippin among one of them. They were tired and hungry, but the soldiers continued to look for their kin or not their kin. For any survivors who might yet still be alive.
"Merry! Merry!" Pippin yelled desperately, running past an Oliphaunt's body.
He stops to scan the area quickly before it darkens even further. Turning, Pippin sees a small body beneath one of the evil men who have ridden on top of an Oliphaunt. Realizing who it was, Pippin runs forward and rolls over the dead figure to find his cousin. He kneels and holds Merry off the ground.
"Merry." Tears fall down Pippin's cheeks, trying to wake his cousin. "Merry, it's me."
Merry moans in pain but opens his eyes.
"It's Pippin." Pippin whispers, smiling as more tears fall.
"I knew you'd find me." Merry whispered painfully.
"Yes."
"Are you going to leave me?" Merry asked him in a struggling voice.
"No, Merry. I'm going to look after you."
Pippin looks to his right and grabs Merry cloak, which he dropped, and covered his cousin to keep him warm. Pippin looks around, hoping to find someone to help him bring his cousin back to the city.
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Alejandra was in the room Faramir gave her, looking out the window. Somebody knocked on the door and entered. Alejandra turned to see Eomer closing the door. She smiles, but frowns quickly as she pales.
"Alejandra?" Eomer asks, which was an echo to Alejandra.
He walks forward and catches Alejandra just as she falls to her knees. Her eyes are glazed over, as pain goes through her stomach, than all over her body.
"Alejandra!" Eomer shakes her, cupping her face.
"No." Alejandra whispers in pain.
Leaning forward to have her forehead touching Eomer's chest. Eomer holds her tightly, of fear of losing her.
"Frodo." She whispers, breathing heavily.
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Vision--
Frodo tired to get out of his bond hands, as an Orc appeared behind him.
"Stop your squealing, you dunghill rat."
Frodo turns in surprise and fear. The Orc takes his blade out, snarling.
"I'm gonna bleed you like a stuck pig."
Frodo looks on in fear, trying to move away as the Orc raises his blade. The tip of Sting than appears at the Orc's chest, making him drop his sword, screaming in pain. Frodo frowns in confusion as Sting is pushed further. Sam than appears from behind the Orc.
"Not if I stick you first."
"Sam!" Frodo cries in relief.
Sam takes out Sting and drops the Orc to the bottom of the small hole he came from. He puts Sting down and kneels on one knee next to Frodo.
"Oh Sam, I'm so sorry. Sorry for everything."
Sam only smiles and starts to untie Frodo's hands.
"Let's get you out of here." Sam tells his friend.
"It's too late. It's over." Frodo tells Sam, shaking his head. "They've taken it, Sam! They took the Ring."
Sam smiles faintly. "Begging your pardon, but they haven't."
Frodo frowns as Sam stands. From his pocket, he takes out the Ring, holding it by it's chain. Frodo sees the Ring and his eyes widen.
"I thought I lost you." Sam explained. "So I took it. Only for safe keeping." Sam holds out the Ring to Frodo.
"Give it to me." Frodo whispers, reaching for the Ring. "Give me the Ring, Sam." Frodo tells his friend sternly and cautiously.
Sam takes the Ring back, as he frowns in worry at Frodo, who frowns back at Sam. Sam than starts to hear the whispering voice of the Ring.
"Sam." Frodo's voice was an echo to Sam. "Give me the Ring."
Sam looks down and hands the Ring to Frodo, who snatches it away. The Ring's voice stops, and Frodo sighs. He puts the chain around his neck, and looks up at Sam.
"You must understand," Frodo starts, standing up. "The Ring is my burden. It will destroy you, Sam." Frodo leans against the wall, breathing with difficulty.
"Come on, Mr. Frodo." Sam picks up Sting. "we best find you some clothes." Sam says, looking around.
'Well, we can't wear our own clothing, that's for sure.' Sam thought, looking back to his long time friend.
"You can't go walking through Mordor in naught but your skin." Sam walks up to Frodo and helps him to a few fallen Orcs.
The two Hobbits take the Orcs clothes and helmets, putting them on. They walk out of the tower, over the bridge and to a hill overlooking the wasteland before them with thousands of Orcs covering the ground. Mount Dom stood in front of them, the top thrusting upwards the fire from within the mountain.
"We did it, Mr. Frodo. We made it to Mordor."
"There are so many of them. We'll never get through unseen."
Frodo looks to the right of Mount Doom to see Sauron's Eye looking about the floor, and takes a step back.
"It's him, they Eye."
Both friends look at each other, fear shown in their eyes.
"We have to go in there, Mr. Frodo. There's nothing for it." Sam says, the fear rising, as will as does courage. "Come on. Lets just make it down the hill for starters."
The two start walking, as the survival of the world depended on these two Hobbits.
End of Vision--
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Alejandra gasps, and grips the tunic of Eomer. She looks up at him to see his worried eyes scanning her face.
"Frodo and Sam are in the waste land of Mordor."
Eomer's eyes widen with hope. "So they will be able to destroy the Ring soon."
"But thousands upon thousands of Orcs stand between them and Mount Doom."
"We must tell the others." Eomer said urgently, as he stood, bringing Alejandra with him. "Come, we must hurry."
The two humans ran towards the throne room, Eomer knowing full well a meeting was begin held on the matter of their victory. As they burst through the doors, Alejandra told the group of her vision and so the group had to change their plans.
"Alejandra was right. Frodo has passed beyond my sight." Gandalf tells them.
Gimli was sitting on the Stewards' chair, smoking his pipe, Legolas, Eomer, and Alejandra standing over to the left. Ailish, Faramir, and Damon stood in front of the entrance, as Aragorn was on the right. Gandalf turns and walks forward.
"The darkness is deepening."
Aragorn, who had his back to the group, spoke up his thoughts.
"If Sauron had the Ring, we would know it." He tries to reassure them.
Gandalf stops in front of Ailish, Faramir, and Damon and turns to Aragorn.
"It's only a matter of time. He has suffered a defeat, yes, but behind the walls of Mordor our enemy is regrouping."
"You have no idea." Alejandra whispered, Ailish, Legolas, and Eomer the only ones who heard.
Gimli blows out some smoke, speaking up his own thoughts.
"Let him stay there. Let him rot!" Gandalf scowls over to the dwarf. "Why should we care?" He puts his pipe back in his mouth.
Gandalf takes a step towards the dwarf. "Because ten thousand Orcs now stand between Frodo and Mount Doom."
Gimli lowers his pipe, blowing out smoke once more in defeat. Gandalf turns to face Aragorn, who was now facing the group before him, Gandalf shaking his head.
"I've sent him to his death." Gandalf says quietly.
Aragorn turns. "No." Gandalf looks at him. "There is still hope for Frodo. He needs time and safe passage across the plains of Gorgorth." Aragorn nods slightly to himself, as he gathers his thoughts. "We could give him that."
Gimli looks at the Ranger in suspicion. "How?"
Ailish, Alejandra, and Damon speaking at the same time, the same thoughts as Aragorn's running through their heads.
"Draw out Sauron's armies."
The group turns to look at them, as they all look at each other with smiles.
"Empty his lands." Alejandra tells them, nodding over to Aragorn.
"Then we gather our full strength and march on the Black Gate." Damon says, smiling.
Gimli, who put his pipe back in his mouth at the same time they were talking, coughed, his eyes widening. Eomer walks forward, doubt within his eyes.
"We cannot achieve victory through strength of arms."
"Not for ourselves." Aragorn tells him, looking up at the King of Rohan.
"But we can give Frodo hi chance if we keep Sauron's Eye fixed upon us." Ailish tells them, almost laughing.
Aragorn nods, looking at the group, than to Gandalf.
"Yes. Keep him blind to all else that moves." Aragorn agrees.
Damon, Alejandra, Ailish, and Legolas than say at the same time, "A diversion."
Gimli, with his pipe in his mouth once again. "Certainly of death…" He holds one finger up, than brings it down. "Small chance of success…" Holds up another and brings it back down, nodding. "What are we waiting for?"
Gandalf looks at the group, than walks right in front of Aragorn, speaking low. "Sauron will suspect a trap. He will not take the bait." The old wizards shakes his head.
Aragorn smiles, whispering back. "Oh, I think he will."
With that said, the group was meant to leave Aragorn alone in the throne room. But with the help from Legolas, Faramir, Ailish, Eomer, and Damon, they drawn all the curtains, to have the throne room completely darken. The only source of light was that of a few torches.
As soon as the door closes shut, Aragorn walks up towards the throne room, his sword drawn out on his right hand. He falls to his knees on the steps and uncover the Palantir. Aragorn moves his head from right to left, as the ball of fire crackles as his hands is slightly above it. Aragorn takes a few deep breath, and slowly puts hand on the Palantir, his hand shaking.
Like magnet, his hand is upon the Palantir, and he grips it tightly, bringing it up to level with his face. Aragorn has his eyes close, trying to steady and calm his heart. He clears his mind of all that he knows of Frodo and the Ring. Once the Palantir is level, Aragorn takes a deep breath and opens his eyes, facing the ball of fire that has started to form. Sauron's Eye appears and begins to speak in Black Speech.
"Long have you hunted me." Aragorn says through clenched teeth. "Long have I eluded you." Aragorn stares down the Eye, whispering the last bit. "No more." He brings Elendil up to his left side. "Behold the sword of Elendil."
Sauron in his full form is seen within the ball, than fades to Arwen slowly dying in Rivendell. Aragorn slowly moves Elendil from his face, eyes widen and a small frown of confusion upon his brow. Aragorn looks ready to cry, as he lets the Palantir go, stumbling up and back a few steps. But as he does so, the necklace of the Evenstar falls to the ground, shattering. Aragorn stares in disbelief, his breath hitched.
After of few minutes, Aragorn leaves the throne room, looking distress.
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The next day, the soldiers who were well enough to ride out, followed Aragorn and the Fellowship. Aragorn wore Gondor's armor, half his hair was pulled back in the front. Legolas with Gimli, Gandalf with Pippin, Eomer with Merry, Alejandra, Ailish, Faramir, Haldir, and Damon were all riding behind Aragorn, supporting in his decision.
In the healing room, Eowyn and Alejandro stood next to each other, looking out the balcony to the land before them.
"The city has fallen silent. There is no warmth left in the sun. It grows so cold." Eowyn whispers, frowning a bit.
"It's just he damp of the first spring rain." Alejandro says, looking over at the sky, than back to Eowyn, who also looks at him. "I do not believe this darkness will endure."
Smiling, Alejandro takes hold of Eowyn's hand, and brings her into a hung, kissing her forehead.
"Everything will be all right, this I can tell you right now, mi amor." (my love.)
A/N: I hoped you liked it! Please review!