Chapter thirteen: Midnight raid
Boromir was restless that night. He knew what it was like to be around elves, but the amount of activity there was at night amazed him. It was just one continues stream, in and out of random rooms, all done in a swift walk. Boromir was curious about what they were doing, but knew that an adains presence was not usually liked. Thus he strolled around in the main hall of the leaders building, Legolas had very odd taste for what was said to be an elf's style. There were no moons or paintings of past stories. What were pictured were different landscapes, ranging from the rolling plains of Rohan, to forested hills of what Boromir thought to be Lothlorien.
There were also quick reach weapons everywhere in Boromir's sight. Legolas had seemed to be level headed in Minas Tirith, but not so battle ready. In fact, Legolas had seemed to be the one that was the most relaxed… other then Celgalad. Yet here was a battle ready stronghold… Boromir wondered at what happened to this peaceful place to make it so… so… like it was. A strange horn caught Boromir's attention. That was not horn of men, nor was it one of the elves.
Shouts caused Boromir to wonder what was going on. He opened the door to see elves striding up and down the hall, many of them holding bows. He griped his sword and joined the flow, catching sight of some of the fellowship. It was Aeglos, Dwain, and Celgalad. Celgalad was barking orders, well changed from the laid back elf that had been shown. Boromir could hear Elgorn also barking orders from the other side of the wall. Boromir headed towards Elgorn and saw that Oin was with him, ax raised.
"Elgorn! Where is Feanar?" Boromir shouted over another horn blast.
"He is somewhere else." Oin said. Elgorn glared for a moment, then shoved a bow into Boromir's hands.
"Orc raid, larger then normal. You know how to use a bow right?" Boromir nodded. He heard a shout from the top of the wall and looked up. There stood Feanar, the captain of the troops. A glint of mithril shone around his head and his eyes were ablaze. Boromir saw the elf for the prince he was and would willingly fight to the death for him.
"DARO!" Feanar called and all the elves instantly stop firing arrows. Boromir and the others lunged up the stairs to join the ranks. The sky was cloudy so all Boromir could see was the lighted wall of touches behind the Elvin ranks. Boromir's senses began to grow due to the air of battle, thus he could hear the restless rustle of elves, the slow pounding of orc feet. He readied the bow in his hands. Then he glanced at Feanar again. The elf captain had his blue bow at ready, his sword sheathed at his side. What he was waiting for, Boromir knew not, but every elf trusted him.
"Yenata!" His voice rang out. Instantly all the bows around Boromir were raised up to a predetermined angle and fired. Boromir followed suit and smiled at the orc cries. He heard them turn away and retreat a few yards before stopping. Then they started forward again. Longer was the wait for the call this time, which worried Boromir. Where was the yenata cry?
"FIRE AT WILL!" Was Boromir's reply. He kept the angle that had been set, where others around him chose lower angles. Every arrow met a target. The battle was quickly over, without a single Elvin casualty. Boromir was amazed at the efficiency of the Elvin defense. He lowered his bow and looked over at the dwarves.
"Not a swing. Not even a sight of them." Oin was grumbling. Dwain nodded solemnly, his eyes not on his comrade, but on Feanar. Boromir also glanced that way. Feanar stood, looking at the gate. In the torchlight, his normally deep tan face was pale, the flames casting a dancing shadow on his face. Boromir strode up, stuffing the bow in the hands of a passing elf.
"Feanar? What's wrong?" Feanar's unnatural blue eyes focused on Boromir.
"This was too simple. Too easy." Boromir was alarmed. Feanar seemed different. He seemed he had a hidden force, a hidden strength that even the leadership skills didn't show. Boromir opened his mouth to reply, but a horn cut him off. It was an elfin horn.
"Elegost!" Feanar snapped. He turned his head slightly to Boromir. "The gate!" At this, Feanar sprang off, shouting orders as he ran. Boromir stood, flabbergast. The great Iron Gate? How? His thoughts were interrupted as someone smacked into him. It was Aeglos. The king's son stumbled slightly then turned.
"Boromir?" He said uncertainly. The steward's heir nodded to his lord. "Do you know where this gate the elves are yelling about is?"
"No idea." Stated a gruff voice from waist level. Oin and Dwain stood at ready, blank looks on their faces. The members of the fellowship stared at one another.
"This is just great… they forget about us mortals…" Oin grumbled.
"Wrong my friends." A woman's voice flowed over them. It was Gilraen in full armor. "Feanar noticed that you didn't follow him and ordered me to summon you. Every stronghold has a side gate. Follow."
Elgorn stood at the small wooden gate, no more then a two doors length, with his sword raised. In his mind, two memories played themselves out again and again. The more he wished that they would subside, the more they began to replay. An abrupt crash on the gate and an elf horn alarmed Elgorn. Feanar appeared at Elgorn's side.
"Where's Celgalad?" The prince snapped. Elgorn shook his head, eyes fixed on the gate. It quaked under another blow, yet didn't give.
"We need more elves." Elgorn stated softly.
"The walls are fortified, my lord." Rang a voice. Elgorn's heart leapt. Gilraen. "And I have the others of the fellowship, not including Celgalad."
"Where is he?"
"Captaining the walls, brother." Aeglos, Boromir, Oin and Dwain strode up beside the elves.
"You wanted battle, my dwarven friends." Feanar stated softly. "You'll get a chance. Boromir, keep your horn at ready. I've got a plan." The elf drew his black blade. The gates shattered.
AN: Well, I almost didnt go back to this story. Yet the idea started buzzing again, which makes me think I had a writers block for this story alone... ah well. Please Review and tell me what you think of it. hides behind computer