Fully loaded, with armor, swords, packs and all, the Fellowship of Flame made its way down to the gates of Minas Tirith. The farther down the path they went, the more people there were to chear them on. Finaly the fellowship reached the gates. There stood Aragorn, with Arwen, Legolas, Faramir, and Gimli at his side. Pippin was also there, having left the fellowship as they went to retreve their packs. A chear arose from the crowd as the fellowship bowed to the collected lords.
Aragorn spoke. "Now is the hour that you seven shall set forth. All who stand here ask that the Valar protect you. All we ask of you is that you find what is brewing inside Mordor." Every face in the courtyard was grave. Aragorn signaled to a man behind him.
"Open the gate!" The guard yelled. The entire fellowship staired at the opening gate with growing anticipation. To get started was all they wanted to do at this moment. Boromir lifted the remade horn of Gondor and gave it a blast. The horn's tones reflected off of the mountain that the white city was built into, making it sound like there was a whole army marching out. This effect was renforsed by the cheers that arose again.
As if by a signal, the fellowship picked a quick pace and marched out of the city onto the fields of Pelenor. Osgiliath glinted in the distance, acting as a stimulant for the fellowship. The Ash mountains rose above Osgiliath and glowed with a slight red tinge on their caps. Quickly Minas Tirith was left behind the fellowship. They stoped at sunset. Fifteen leages they had covered on this flat ground, a good start.
"Tomorrow we should relax our pace." Aeglos said, sliping his pack off his back. Boromir and Feanar shook their heads in agreement and most of the others didn't react. Oin had something to say though.
"Why? Everyone is fresh and willing, and we would be able to get to the Black Gate in less than ten days." He protested.
"We need to keep up our strength to be able to survive anything that might be in our way." Elgorn said. "We will get there in two weeks if we go a little bit slower."
"Arg! I knew I would forget something, even if I went through my bag three times before we left." Celgalad growled. "Why did I have to forget a map! Why! I knew we would need it."
"Don't worry, I have one here." Feanar said, pulling the out the map that Aragorn gave him. He laied the map out flat beside the small fire. He pointed a point on the eastern part of the Pelenor Fields on the map. "I think we may be around this point."
"I thoght that the fields were bigger then that!" Exclamed Dwain. "I thought that we would reach Osgiliath tomorrow night!" Aeglos shook his head.
"The plains are deceving. At times it looks bigger then it is, sometimes it looks small. When that is the case, you are in for a nasty surprise when you don't get to where you want to in the estimated time. We are making better time then I thought. We should reach Osgiliath tomorrow sometime around noon." Aeglos looked at Feanar. "I think we should set a watch, not for the fact that we will be in danger for your people still hold Ithilien, but intead to get used to it."
"I agree." Feanar said. "I'll take the first watch, from now until midnight. Who will take the second watch?"
"I'll do so." Elgorn gruffly said. The fellowship all agreed with the arangements and extinguished the fire. "No one worry about the fire in the morning. I'll light it. That will be the job of the second watchman, when we have a fire." With this, Elgorn fliped over and fell asleep.Feanar sat on a stone overlooking the others of the fellowship and beyond. He let his mind wander again.
"No!" He yelled, "I want to fight! I don't want to be rushed away, not when you are in danger!" His friends soon came running up. The grey eyed one pulled at him, but the green eyed one was having to be held back by his sister from leaping to the gate.
"All of you, Go With Tuna!" His father lept forward and slayed an orc. "I cannot stand here and protect you. Eford, Get that Gate Closed!" Over the multitude of noise, he was sure he heard a orc voice.
"Fire!" Arrows streamed in over the gate. He turned towards his mother, only to see a arrow fly right at her. She turned to look at him and saw the arrow, but she didn't move.
"NO!" He yelled. He raced for his mother, as he watched the arrow strike her in the stomage. He struggled past a few other elves to reach his mother. She wasn't dead. She couldn't be. A large crash sounded behind him but he cared not.
"Hold the line! Keep them at bay!" His father yelled. Another volley of arrows flew from the growing orc swarm at the gates. He sheilded his mother from another arrow, getting hit just between his collar bones. It was never so hard to breath, to force gulp after gulp of air into his screaming lungs. He felt himself slipping away, his blue eyes dulling in pain.
"My son… no…" His mother said as he slowley faded in to blackness. She snaped the arrow and covered his neck with a cloth. Then she whispered some words that he couldn't understand anymore. Then he was gone, nothing but black was around him.
"Nothing will come from dwelling on the past." It was the voice again!
"Tis inposible to forget." Feanar responed. "Again I ask for you to give me your name."
"I am you as you are me…" The voice said. It faded and Feanar was broght back to reality. He looked at the moon. Midnight, his watch was over. He stood and shook Elgorn awake. Then he fell into his bed and a heavy, dreamless sleep.
Elgorn watched closely as Feanar fell asleep. He could read Feanar's moods like he could read a book. Feanar was trobled by memories again. The saddness indicated that it was the memories about his mother. Elgorn also remembered that day well. He had been there to back Feanar up. If it hadn't been for Gilrean, he would have lept upon the orcs. He still would today with the same vigor for they were the reason his family left for Greenwood. Elgorn couldn't go with, for his heart was with Ithilien, and Gilraen. He would never say this to anyone, but he knew it. Akward it was to be in love with his best friend's sister. But as fate was cruel, Elgorn could not truly get her out of his mind.
Gilraen had first caught his eye that same day that the orcs atacked. It was a time of chaos, death and pain. Elgorn had been bewildered by Gilraen's bravery. She was the one to hold him back, but not run away. She was the one who was strong when Tuna and Feanar were found and thought to be dead. She was the who held strong for her father as they morned the loss of Tuna, and was the one to not leave Feanar's side while he battled the poisonus arrow. Legolas was almost overcome with grief, and if it hadn't been for Gilraen, he would have given up on all hope.
Elgorn had badly wished that he knew what Gilraen was thinking during this time. He learned when he found her crying in a room alone. Elgorn could not stand the sight of the strong one crying so he proved to be her base, her sholder. Even now, Elgorn was one of the people she could go to for support, other then her twin brother.
Only one mystery had not been solved yet. His soul badly wanted an answer, but he knew that one of the avalible answers would shatter him. Did she love him? Elgorn could not ask anyone but her, and he could not gather the courage to ask her. So confusing and so hard love was, and so cruel it could be. There was more chance to hurt then to be happy. But that chance to be happy pulled at Elgorn. He played with the necklace that Pippin gave him. Perhaps this time he should ask her, for he may not ever be able to ask again. If she said yes, the necklace was for her. If not, he would break the necklace to show his broken soul.
The sky grew lighter with the coming dawn, already red. There is something in Mordor, Elgorn thought, But what it is…
AN: The Elgorn view was unpredicted by me. I just felt the chapter would be too short compared to the last one, so I started typing a bit about Elgorn. The thing is, his part was easier to type. Odd… I'm getting more atached to him. I thought the charater that I would be most crazy about would be Feanar or Celgalad. Feanar is my most liked for now, but Elgorn has replaced Celgalad for number two.
The elf I was talking about, Feanor, was an elf in the time of Morgoth, the original dark lord. Even Saruon was a servant to Morgoth. Morgoth was once one of the Valar (elvan gods) but he was denounced. Morgoth was first called Melkor, until he took the simarals of Feanor. Feanor was the one to call Melkor, Morgoth. When Feanor was killed, his body needed not to be creamated, for when his spirit left his body to go across the sea, it burnt the body. Most of the elvan spirits return to Middle Earth at one point, but by the time of LOTR, three ages later, Feanor's spirit had not returned. This story takes place in the Fourth age of Middle earth, or as may be shown (I don't know) F.A. 44.
Tell me who you favorate charater is so far… I will take that into consideration when I type a view point. I was thinking about doing a Chapter from Gilraen's view, when the Fellowship comes to Rhunangando. But if you say not then, then I will do it from either Feanar's view or Elgorn's view. But I will do that part. Just give me a hint on who's eyes this part will be seen through.
Remember my name hints! I mean it! And don't kill me before I finish the story. If you don't like it then, kill me.