Piper stood before the empty field, the grass scorched, the trees fell, and under the fires of Mordor they died to their cremated grave, dark clouds filled the skies and sunlight cowered in fear as she would no longer hold her sway in the hours of day. The feeling of defeat swept through the sisters minds, the impending and closing doom of the Great Eye.
The White stepped into position, he alone could link himself to the warriors of that time, and through the powers of the Three he could conjure the gate, and through it the armies of Rohan would march from the Pelennor Fields to the world of the present.
Firstly Eowyn must ready herself; she was the shield-maiden and the emissary of the West Alliance, she was told that between her and her old home stood a void of uncertainty, she was told she didn't have to, she was told she had a choice. Brave or foolish, it would be decided when she returned.
As he began he chanted into the sky, the dark clouds converged and with words he molded them, they circled him, his staff as the point of power. The lightning forged from the pale wand, as night became day with every clap of thunder and in the flash the 6 thousands rider could be seen, and without they were hidden.
Hear now the words of the witches
The secrets we hid in the night
The oldest of gods are invoked here
The great work of magic is sought
In the night and in this hour
I call upon the ancient power
Bring your powers to we sisters three
We call on the power
Give us the power
And she stepped forth, into the rippling horizon, and in the last clap of thunder was gone from sight. The four stood and waited in anxiety.
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"Arise. Arise, Riders of Théoden. Spears shall be shaken, shields shall be splintered. A sword day... a red day... ere the sun rises." Theoden King of Rohan, rode against the lines of warriors, who starred upon the battlefield before Minas Tirith. A dark flood sweeping from the River Andurin, where Osgiliath was taken and the legions of Minas Morgul came upon them in a vale of death.
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"You sure this is going to work?" Phoebe said; panic and unable to stand still, her arms crossed while the other fiddled with her necklace, Paige thankfully keeping her composure with impatience and the will to war. "I mean time travel…very tricky thing."
"Chris said it would work, I trust him,"
"Chris has gone nuts,"
"True," interjected Paige starring in the horizon, "but if there is one thing he knows better than us and that's time travel, pretty smart, you can move people through time and still have them all there,"
"He calls it temporal displacement," Piper said giggling to herself, "I know I didn't teach him that," she pictured him, the little trouble maker at school, the problem child who got picked on by his big brother, the toddler going into her room at the middle of the night complaining of a demon under the bed. All shattered when she saw him in the cell, the torturing himself, mumbling in the dark as he lashed out against the slabs stone wall, the blood trickling down from his knuckles.
"He'll be alright," assured Phoebe, finally her out of control empathic abilities coming into some good use. Pale blue flash of white orbs appeared in front of them, Leo materialized with the look of fear and concern on his face, "We have a problem,"
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"General Piper coming through," Phoebe called out making way for their arrival, all personnel in their make shift War Room stood aside, as Leo Piper and Phoebe came through, Paige stayed with Gandalf in anticipation of Eowyns return.
"The enemy is on the move," Aragorn stated looking over the map of close area, "10,000 strong Urik Hai, Orc, Trolls, Warg and Fell beast are approaching,"
"The Eye's gaze paths through clouds shadows earth and flesh," informed Legolas from across the table, "We couldn't hold here for long, we all knew that,"
"We're not going anyway,"
"It would be fools who stay behind like lambs to the slaughter," argued Gimli against Pipers instructions, "Unless you intend to…
"…Fight? Wouldn't do anything else. This is war," she said now addressing the room, "And in war we fight, all those who retreat at every signs of the enemy aren't fighting a battle; they submitting to the Lord of Mordor, we fell back before, let them take our home, New York, San Francisco, London, Paris, Rome, St Petersburg, Tokyo, Cairo, Sydney, they all fell, they all ran to somewhere that was safe, if we don't make this place safe then where do we run. We don't."
"And if this be our end," said Theoden King of Rohan with niece and nephew by his side; who stepped out of the darkness of the corridors into the light of the room, "then we shall make such an end, as to be worthy of remembrance!"
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And they mounted horse, drew blade and lined the boarders of their retreat, that they a great wall of Knights blocked the enemy from the home like the keep of Helm's Deep. A thick line or wicca warriors and horse mounted riders.
And in the horizon the earth blackened as the hoard of Mordor marched, as legions moved as the dark flood they were. Winged steeds flew through the sky mapping the land ahead, and from the far horizon they say the armies of the Alliance standing their ground, and here is where the hammer will fall the hardest.
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Walking through the forest Gandalf had one more trick up his sleeve, forces where still low, an army of seven thousand still was no match for that of ten thousand. Radagast the Brown, old and distance friend still had power which held its sway long before the departure of the Grey Heavens. He stood beside a bark, thick old and brown with green moss he stared at the wide decrepit yet strong with care.
"How long do you intend to sleep, old friend," he called out to the peak.
"Sleep…is all I do…these days…Gandalf the White," an deep slow echoing voice came from every bark and trunk, a thousand voices from a thousand direction for he was the forest and the forest was him.
"Treebeard, the world has changed,"
"Men and their machines…from axes to chain saw…they come and come they do,"
"The Shadow as returned, the east is no longer safe,"
"The keeper…of Isengard?"
"Not the puppet but the puppet master,"
"So the branch is dead…but the roots are still strong,"
"You know of what I will ask of you,"
"Indeed"