Title: Doubts
Author: Cheska
Rating: PG-13
Chapter 5
Author's Notes: I am quite sorry that I have taken this long to create another chapter. Truthfully, I was procrastinating for the longest time. I did not feel like it, nor did I have the imagination to think up more chapters. The most important factor for not updating was that…I lost me files. I had two or three chapters prepared for the continuation of Doubts but was erased or lost in one of my floppy discs. Honestly, I do not know how that could have happened but at least you have a chapter to read! Again I must say that I do not own Lord of the Rings and/or Sailor Moon. I just use them for my stories…like this one!
With that said, here is another chapter of Doubts.
Wormtongue had fled from the Golden Hall and as Serenity watched him fly down the stairs, she wondered to herself how she may escape Edoras. Sauron was surely waiting for her report on the fairings of the Fellowship.
(I honestly do not know how to respond to him at this point of time. Except to tell him the obvious. These men will go after Saruman.) Serenity said to herself.
A light touch on her shoulder brought her back to her senses as Legolas stood at her side, looking questioningly at her. Shaking her thoughts away, a light smile touched her light pink lips as she followed the elf-prince back into the company of the king.
Men came bearing raiment of war from the king's hoard, and they arrayed Aragorn and Legolas in shining mail. Helms too they chose, and round shields: their bosses were overlaid with gold and set with gems, green and red and white. Gandalf took no armor; and Gimli needed no coat of rings, even if one had been found to match his stature, for there was no hauberk in the hoards of Edoras of better make than his short corslet forged beneath the Mountain in the North. But he chose a cap of iron and leather that fitted well upon his round head; and a small shield he also took.
Eowyn came forward to the guests and offered the cup to the guests one by one. When they had all drunk, the king went down the hall to the doors where the guards awaited him.
"Behold! I go forth, and it seems like to be my last riding," said Theoden. "I have no child. Theodred my son is slain. I name Eomer my sister-son to be my heir. If neither of us return, then choose a new lord as you will. But to some one I must now entrust my people that I leave behind, to rule them in my place. Which of you will stay?"
No man spoke.
"Is there none whom you would name? In whom do my people trust?"
"In the House of Eorl," answered Hama.
At this point, Serenity understood what Hama was pointing out. A twinkle of understanding appeared in her eyes as she cast a sidelong glance at the Lady Eowyn who still held the cup of wine she offered to her not too long ago.
"If I may, your Highness…" Serenity interrupted Theoden, "I do not believe that Hama, Doorward of Theoden, speaks of Eomer as the new lord but a lady."
"Is this true, Hama?" questioned Theoden.
Hama merely nodded.
"There is Eowyn, daughter of Eomund, his sister. She is fearless and high-hearted. All love her. Let her be as lord to the Eorlingas, while we are gone."
"It shall be so," said Theoden. "Let the heralds announce to the folk that the Lady Eowyn will lead them!"
Then the king sat upon a seat before his doors, and Eowyn knelt before him and received from him a sword and a fair corslet.
Serenity watched all of this with keen interest, recalling her own past whence she was a Queen about to give a title to a soldier or address an issue of serious manner. They were never easy to give, but they had given people hope and lasting peace during her reign.
(Peace, prosperity, and everlasting serenity. These are only a few of what I have promised Earth, my home. I can only hope that the stars wish peace for this small planet, as well.) Serenity thought to herself.
Serenity walked down the steps outside of the Golden Hall. She wore a light armor that gleamed under the sunlight with matching pants. Her hair bore the same trademark hairstyle and her eyes gleamed hidden intensity as she surveyed her surroundings. Toward the gate, she found a great host of men, old and young, all ready in the saddle. More than a thousand were there mustered. Their spears were like a springing wood. Loudly and joyously they shouted as Theoden came forth. Some held in readiness the king's horse, Snowmane, and others held the horses of Aragorn and Legolas. Gimli stood ill at ease, frowning, but Eomer came up to him, leading his horse.
At the sight of Eomer, Serenity came forth to stand beside him.
"Hail, Gimli Gloin's son!" he cried. "I have not had time to learn gentle speech under your rod, as you promised. But shall we not put aside our quarrel? At least I will speak no evil again of the Lady of the Wood."
"I will forget my wrath for a while, Eomer son of Eomund," said Gimli; "but if ever you chance to see the Lady Galadriel with your eyes, then you shall acknowledge her the fairest of ladies, or our friendship will end."
"So be it!" said Eomer. "But until that time pardon me, and in token of pardon ride with me, I beg. Gandalf will be at the head with the Lord of the Mark; but Firefoot, my horse, will bear us both, if you will."
"I thank you indeed," said Gimli greatly pleased. "I will gladly go with you, if Legolas, my comrade, may ride beside us."
"It shall be so," said Eomer, "Legolas upon my left, and Aragorn upon my right, and non will dare to stand before us!"
Serenity smiled at the sight of camaraderie between Gimli and Eomer. As Gimli was helped up onto the horse, Eomer took the reigns and smiled at Serenity.
"My Lady, I most pleased to see you. What with all the preparations, I have been preoccupied in gathering my men," Eomer conversed.
"It is quite alright, it has not been too long since we have last seen each other. We do not need to hasten our meetings. I have just seen you this morning and at the feast, after all!" laughed Serenity.
"I must apologize, however, for I have not managed to say my partings to you," Eomer said, appearing deeply grieved for his actions.
"It is quite alright, I understand how busy you have been on this very day."
At that time, Legolas came riding his horse toward them and Eomer beckoned Legolas to come stand to his left so that they may ride together.
"How fare thee, Legolas of Mirkwood?" Serenity greeted.
"Quite well under the circumstances. I had hoped that we may meet under better times. However, I am quite mistaken." Legolas nodded in greeting, "And you, my lady?"
"Well I had hoped to find my horse around here. I fear, however, that there is none. So if I may, would you care to bear me on your fine horse?" Serenity requested.
"My Lady, surely you do not mean that!" Eomer exclaimed.
"Whatever do you mean?" Serenity questioned.
"Surely you do not mean to ride with us into battle?" Eomer interrogated.
"Why of course I do! Surely the more there is that joins you into battle, the better the outcome," Serenity argued.
"That I will not argue with, however, the chances of coming back…" Legolas intercepted.
"As in all battles, there are losses and I am not afraid. I must insist that I come and do what I can," Serenity replied.
"It is no use arguing with her, she is quite stubborn," sighed Eomer.
Without another word, Serenity climbed onto the horse that bore Legolas and smiled in triumph.
"My Lady, I do hope that no harm befalls you during our journey. Regretfully, I cannot assure your safety," Legolas uttered to her before grabbing the reigns more securely and caught up to Eomer who went ahead.
"Do not fret over such a thing, I assure you that I can take care of myself." Serenity replied with a smile.
The sun was already westering as they rode from Edoras, and the light of it was in their eyes, turning all the rolling fields of Rohan to a golden haze. There was a beaten way, north-westward along the foot-hills of the White Mountains, and this they followed, up and down in a green country, crossing small swift streams by many fords. Far ahead to their right the Misty Mountains loomed; ever darker and taller they grew as the miles went by. The sun went slowly down before them. Evening came behind.
Night closed around them. At last they halted to make their camp. They had ridden for some five hours and were far out upon the western plain, yet more than half their journey lay still before them.
"Create a circular camp under the stars and the moon. Make no fires and have a ring of mounted guards to stand about with scouts ahead," Theoden ordered his men who set out at once.
Serenity got off the steed and stared up at the waxing moon, her hair glinting of the moon making an appearance as if she was not of this world.
(Selene…guide me…) Serenity prayed as the stars and the moon continued to twinkle amongst the night sky.
"You have proven to be quite a strong woman," Legolas praised as he handed his reigns to a young boy no older than twelve.
Serenity remained quiet to his praise as she continued to stare up at the sky, seeking aide to her silent request for a guide as to what she is supposed to do at this point in time.
"To ride for so many hours, many would have complained yet I heard not one word of complaint from you." Legolas continued.
"If you have not recalled…we have traveled once upon a time," Serenity reminded him, finally letting her eyes drop from the sky to rest into his blue orbs.
"Yes, I remember. However, by horse…I must say is still quite painful."
"Hmm…I agree, however it is easier on the feet," Serenity smiled.
With a smile, Serenity walked over to the elf-prince and laid her hand on his arm as she steered him over to the camp that was still being set up. Throughout the night, the two let themselves succumb into a lengthy conversation, oblivious to everything else rather than the two of them. Only letting those who were close to them, interrupt from time to time with reports or inquiries.
As the journey progressed a battle occurred being called the Second Battle of Fords of Isen. Theoden chanced upon a weary man named Ceorl who warned them of the battle and a need of help. Seeing this problem occur, Theoden ordered his man to ride to the help of Erkenbrand. However, another problem ensued as the help turned into retreat toward Helm's Gate, leaving Gandalf by himself. The Second Battle of Fords of Isen ended with Erkenbrand defeated.
Approaching Helm's Gate, Serenity saw that there was a heel of rock thrust outward by the northern cliff. There upon, stood high walls of ancient stone, and within them was a lofty tower. Around her whispered some soldiers as they said that in the far-off days of the glory of Gondor the sea-kings had built here this fastness with the hands of giants. The Hornburg it was called, for a trumpet sounded upon the tower echoed in the Deep behind, as if armies long-forgotten were issuing to war from caves beneath the hills. A wall, too, the men of old had made from the hornburg to the southern cliff, barring the entrance to the gorge.
Serenity continued to observe the "Hornburg" and noticed that beneath it by a wide culvert the Deeping-stream passed out. About the feet of the Hornrock it wound, and flowed then in a gully through the wide green gore, sloping gently down from Helm's Gate to Helm's Dike. Thence it fell into the Deeping-coomb and out into the Westfold Vale.
As they came to the low valley, not yet reaching Helm's Gate, a scout approached and reported to Theoden who then issued orders to hide in the caves where secret ways may lead up on the hills.
Aragorn and Legolas went with Eomer in the van. On through the dark night they rode, ever slower as the darkness deepened and their way climbed southward, higher and higher into the dim folds about the mountains' feet.
The rumor of war grew behind them. Now they could hear, borne over the dark, the sound of harsh singing. They had climbed far up into the Deeping-coomb when they looked back. Then they saw torches, countless points of fiery light upon the black fields behind, scattered like red flowers, or winding up from the lowlands in long flickering lines. Here and there a larger blaze leapt up.
"They bring fire," said Theoden, "and they are burning as they come. This was a rich vale and had many homesteads. Alas for my folk!"
"Would that day was here and we might ride down upon them like a storm out of the mountains!" said Aragorn.
"It saddens me that we may fly before them…" Serenity sadly commented.
"We need not fly much further," said Eomer as he placed a hand upon her shoulder. "Not far ahead now lies Helm's Dike, an ancient trench and rampart scored across the coomb, two furlongs below Helm's Gate. There we can turn and give battle."
"Nay, we are too few to defend the Dike," said Théoden. "It is a mile long or more, and the breach in it is wide."
"At the breach our rearguard must stand, if we are pressed," said Eomer.
As the Riders came to the breach in the dike, they learned to their joy that Erkenbrand had left many men to hold Helm's Gate after passing inside Hornburg. In a long file that led their horses up the ramp and passed within the gates of the Hornburg. There they were welcomed again with joy and renewed hope; for now there were men both the burg and the barrier wall.
Quickly Eomer set his men in readiness. The king and the men of his household were in the Hornburg, and there also were many of the Westfoldmen. But on the Deeping Wall and its tower, and behind it, Eomer arrayed most of the strength that he had, for here the defence seemed most doubtful, if the assault were determined and in great force. The horses were led far up the Deep under such guard as could be spared.
Gimli stood leaning against the breastwork upon the wall. Serenity leaned against the door leading downstairs from the parapet. Legolas sat above on the parapet, fingering his bow, and peering out into the gloom.
"This is more to my liking," said the dwarf, stamping on the stones. "Ever my heart rises as we draw near the mountains. There is good rock here. This country has tough bones. I felt them in my feet as we came up from the dike. Give me a year and a hundred of my kin and I would make this a place that armies would break upon like water."
"I do not doubt it," said Legolas. "But you are a dwarf, and dwarves are strange folk. I do not like this place, and I shall like it no more by the light of day. But you comfort me, Gimli, and I am glad to have you standing nigh with your stout legs and your hard axe. I wish there were more of your kin among us. But even more would I give for a hundred good archers of Mirkwood. We shall need them. The Rohirrim have good bowmen after their fashion, but there are too few here, too few."
"It is dark for archery," said Gimli. "
"Speaking of darkness, is it not about time we should get some rest?" quipped Serenity.
"Indeed it is time for sleep. Sleep! I feel the need of it, as never I thought any dwarf could. Riding is tiring work. Yet my axe is restless in my hand. Give me a row of orc-necks and room to swing and all weariness will fall from me!" said Gimli.
Stretching, Serenity agreed and fell onto the ground.
"I could very well sleep right here…" Serenity murmured. "Under the stars, moon, and sky."
A slow time passed. Suddenly from the Dike yells and screams, and the fierce battle-cries of men broke out. Flaming brands appeared over the brink and clustered thickly at the breach. Then they scattered and vanished. Men came galloping back over the field and up the ramp to the gate of Hornburg. The rearguard of the Westfolders had been driven in.
"The enemy is at hand!" they said. " We loosed every arrow that we had, and filled the Dike with Orcs. But it will not halt them long. Already they are scaling the bank at many points, thick as marching ants. But we have taught them not to carry torches."
Hearing this, Serenity's eyes widened and she ran forward to peer over into the dark. Using her hindsight with the aide of Uranus and Jupiter, she used the wind and forest to determine just how far the enemy was.
"It may not be long, just as they say…" Serenity cried out, staring at Legolas. "About an hour or less."
Calling for her inward power with the aide of the planets, she called for her staff and held it in her hand.
"From whence did that come from?" Legolas cried out in surprise.
"There are a lot of secrets that a woman holds, and this is but one of them. Later I may tell you, but now…we fight!" Serenity cried out as she ran towards the edge of the wall and knocked off an Orc that almost reached the top.
Pushing with all her might, she pushed off the ladder and sent it crashing into the ground.
"We must drive hold them off!" Serenity shouted.
Not too long after the first assault, Gimli returned patting his axe. Returning to his place on the wall, he told of his encounter, "Two!"
"Two?" said Legolas. "I have done better, though now I must grope for spent arrows; all mine are gone. Yet I make my tale twenty at the least. But that is only a few leaves in a forest."
"Comparing towards each other?" grinned Serenity as she passed Legolas some arrows that she had found near her.
"It is a game we play," relayed Gimli, "nothing more or less."
The sky now was quickly clearing and the sinking moon was shining brightly. But the light brought little hope to the Riders of the Mark. The enemy before them seemed to have grown rather than diminished, and still more were pressing up from the valley through the breach. The storie upon ght Rock gained only a brief respite. The assault on the gates were redoubled. Orcs and hillmen swarmed about its feet from end to end. Ropes with grappling hooks were hurled over the parapet faster than men could cut them or fling them back. Hundreds of long ladders were lifted up. Many were cast down in ruin, but many more replaced them, and Orcs sprang up them like apes in the dark forests of the South.
The men of Rohan grew weary. All their arrows were spent, and every shaft was shot; their swords were notched, and their shields were riven. Three times Aragorn and Eomer rallied them, and three times Anduril flamed in a desperate charge that drove the enemy from the wall.
"Ai-oi!" Gimli shouted. "The Orcs are behind the wall. Ai-oi! Come, Legolas! Come, Serenity! There are enough for us."
Their onset was fierce and sudden, and the Orcs gave way before them. Ere long they were hemmed in the narrows of the gorge, and all were slain or driven shrieking into the chasm of the Deep to fall before the guardians of the hidden caves.
"Twenty-one!" cried Gimli. He hewed a two-handed stroke and laid the last Orc before his feet. "Now count my passes Master Legolas again."
"Good!" said Legolas. "but my count is now two dozen. It has been knife-work up here."
"It seems that Legolas here has passed you, yet again…"laughed Serenity as she glanced at Gimli from staring at her staff.
(I don't think I can keep this up much longer…these Orcs are really bothersome. I may need to use stronger weaponry…) Serenity inwardly sighed.
"If…you'll excuse me…"Serenity murmured as she passed her companions and went down from the wall and strode off.
"Is she well?" Aragorn inquired.
"She has done well thus far, fighting off the Orcs but I fear she worries how long she can keep up this fight." Gimli stated.
"I shall…check up on her…"Legolas said and strode off after the young woman.
Serenity stared at the bloodshed of both sides on the ground and a single tear fell from her eyes.
(The sight of this sickens me…eons have passed and yet I still cannot handle the deaths of comrades and innocents.) Serenity stared up from the bloodshed and up at the sky.
"I do not know how long I can keep this up…so many deaths have passed by…what will you have me do?" Serenity whispered up to the stars. "How long shall I withhold from them? What should I do?"
Serenity grasped her staff tightly in her hand and knelt onto the ground, holding the staff in the palm of both of her hands.
"I must do something, with this weapon…I cannot do as much…so…" Serenity trailed off as she concentrated on an image in her mind.
A bright glow whirled around the staff and soon enveloped herself, the blood splayed on the floor gathered around and a few bodies disappeared into the light. Not long after, the blood around Serenity in the form of a circle disappeared as well as the bodies. In her hands was not a staff but a silver sword with a ruby emblem on the hilt.
"A sword it shall be…"Serenity whispered to herself and held it up into the light, a bright glare shined forth from the weapon and seemed to radiate a hidden power.
"Serenity?"
Hearing her name spoken, the young woman whirled around to face Legolas staring questioningly at her and the sword.
"…I suppose…you witnessed…"
"It seems you are not what I deemed you to be…" Legolas revealed, "Then again, you never claimed you were from a realm known to us…but a distant one."
"Does it matter, so long as this war is over?"
Serenity let another small glow emanate from her hand and in her hand was a scabbard. Placing her sword into the scabbard and tying at her waist, she approached the elf-prince.
"No, it doesn't…"Legolas agreed and as Serenity reached him, he reached out and lightly held her arm.
A blare of trumpets and a crash of flame and smoke radiated in the air. The waters of the Deeping-stream poured out and hissing and foaming: they were choked no longer, a gaping hole was blasted in the wall. A host of dark shapes poured in.
"Devilry of Saruman!" cried Aragorn. "They have crept in the culvert against, while we talked, and they have lit the fire of Orthanc beneath our feet. Elendil, Elendil!"he shouted, as he leaped down into the breach.
Legolas knelt behind the upper steps. His bow was bend, but one gleaned arrow was all that he had left, and he peered out now, ready to shoot the first Orc that should dare to approach the stair.
"Aragorn, come back! All are safe within!" Serenity cried out as she swung her blade hither and thither, backing up to the stairs.
Aragorn heard the cry and turned and sped up the stair; but as he ran he stumbled in his weariness. At once his enemies leapt forward. Up came the Orcs, with their long arms stretched out to seize him. The foremost fell with Legolas' last arrow in his throat, but the rest sprang over him. Serenity saw the trouble and with a great slash, hacked most of her enemies and sprang forward to help. She started to slice through the mass but just then a great boulder cast from the outer wall above. The boulder crashed down upon the stair, and hurled them back into the Deep. Aragorn gained the door, and swiftly it clanged to behind him after Serenity and Legolas got through.
"Things go ill, my friends," he said, wiping the sweat from his brow with his arm.
"Ill enough," agreed Serenity, "but not yet hopeless."
"Yes, while we have you with us. Where is Gimli?" Legolas said.
"I do not know," said Aragorn.
"I have last seen him fighting on the ground behind the wall, but the enemy swept us apart." recalled Serenity.
"Alas! That is evil news," cried Legolas.
"Now now, Legolas. He is stout and strong," said Serenity. "Let us hope that he will escape back to the caves."
"Yes, there he would be safe for a while. Safer than we. Such a refuge would be to the liking of a dwarf." said Aragorn.
"That must be my hope," said Legolas. "But I wish that he had to come this way. I desired to tell Master Gimli that my tale is now thirty-nine."
"If he wins back to the caves, he will pass your count," laughed Serenity.
"Never did I see an axe so wielded." laughed Aragorn.
"I must go and seek some arrows," said Legolas. "would that this night would end, and I could have better light for shooting."
"I shall help you," offered Serenity.
Aragorn approached Serenity and Legolas, with Legolas tightening his bow while Serenity tended to a nearby wounded soldier barely twenty. Finishing up the bandaging by ripping up a sleeve of her arm, she got up at the sight of Aragorn.
"Anything new?" Serenity inquired.
"When dawn comes, Theoden the king will bid his men sound Helm's horn, and he shall ride forth. He has asked us to ride with him. Maybe cleave a road or die bravely in the process." Aragorn, son of Arathorn relayed to Serenity and Legolas. "Will you ride with me?"
"I will ride with you," said Legolas.
"As will I," said Serenity.
Grappling hooks were hurled, and ladders raised. Again and again the Orcs gained the summit of the outer wall, and again the defenders cast them down.
"I am nearly at my limit!" Serenity cried out in frustration as she tore through a group of Orcs that managed to get at the summit.
"We must press onward!" Legolas shouted near her, firing his arrows. "You cannot give up!"
"It's not that! I'm just frustrated with doing all of this, the hard way," Serenity stated as she got near him so not many soldiers would hear, and if they did would not make sense of her words with all the swords clashing against flesh.
"Then why do you refuse to do so?" inquired Legolas, letting more arrows fly forth to strike the enemies from down below.
"I…believe that it is not the right time, although all there is so many events that I care not to think about," Serenity replied.
Continuing on, the group pressed forward until at last Aragorn stood above the great gates, heedless of the darts of the enemy. As he looked forth he saw the eastern sky grow pale. Then he raised his empty hand, palm outward in token of parley.
"Look forth! The sky grows pale, the sun shall rise with the coming of the dawn!" cried out Serenity in glee.
Continuing on the onslaught, they noticed Aragorn further off, alone, speaking with the Orcs or as they called themselves the Uruk-hai. Not long after, an inner power seemed to have released itself from the man as he stood there alone above the ruined gates before the hose of his enemies, that many of the wild men paused, and looked back over their shoulders to the valley and some looked up doubtfully at the sky. But the Orcs laughed with loud voices; and a hail of darts and arrows whistled over the wall, as Aragorn leaped down.
There was a roar and a blast of fire. The archway of the gate above which he had stood a moment before crumbled and crashed in smoke and dust. The barricade was scattered as if by a thunderbolt. Aragorn ran to the king's tower.
"Quickly, we must stop them!" Legolas cried out, running off to the king's tower.
"I'll try my best over here," Serenity pointed near where the gate just fell.
"But that's where the Orcs are piling in!" Legolas cried out.
"Don't worry about me, do your best," Serenity smiled and ran off into the horde with her blade shining as brightly as it did that night he witnessed a glimpse of her power.
And then, sudden and terrible, from the tower above, the sound of the great horn of Helm rang out.
All that heard that sound trembled, but for one, Serenity as she looked at where the sound blazed from. Many of the Orcs cast themselves on their faced and covered their ears with their claws. Seeing this, Serenity continued slicing through, making a path as many of the Orcs refused to put much of a fight. But on the walls men looked up, listening with wonder; for the echoes did not die. Ever the horn blasts wound on among the hills; nearer now and louder they answered one to another, blowing fierce and free.
Before long, Theoden came riding out with his horse as white as snow, a golden shield, and long spear. At his right was Aragorn and behind him were other lords of the House of Eorl the young. As they stood there, light finally sprang up in the sky as night departed. Hope rang true as the sun glinted off their armors.
"Forth Eorlingas!" With a cry and a great noise they charged. Down from the gates they roared and drove through the hosts of Isengard as a wind among grass. Behind them from the Deep came the stern cries of men issuing from the caves, driving forth the enemy. Out poured all the men that were left upon the Rock. And ever the sound of blowing horns echoed in the hills.
Light grew about them. Shafts of the sun flared above the eastern hills and glimmered their spears. But they sat silent on their horses, and they gazed down upon the Deeping-coomb.
"The light has changed…" Serenity uttered in wonder and amazement.
Where the green dale had lain, its grassy slopes lapping the ever-mounting hills, there now a forest loomed. Great trees, bare and silent, stood, rank on rank, with tangled bough and hoary head; their twisted roots were buried in the long green grass. Darkness was under them.
The Orcs cowered in terror of the king and in the terror of the trees. They streamed down from Helm's Gate until all above the Dike was empty of them, but below it they were packed like swarming flies. Suddenly upon a ridge appeared a rider, clad in white, shining in the rising sun. Over the low hills the horns were sounding. Behind him, hastening down the long slopes, were a thousand men on foot; their swords were in their hands. Amid them strode a man tall and strong. His shield was red. As he came to the valley's brink, he set to his lips a great black horn and blew a ringing blast.
"That must be…" Serenity began in disbelief.
"Erkenbrand! Erkenbrand!" the Riders shouted.
"Erkenbrand…Mithrandir…" Serenity murmured.
It seemed to have been so long since she has last seen Mithrandir and never had she met Erkenbrand. Soon after the Orcs reeled and screamed and cast aside both sword and spear. Like a black smoke driven by a mounting wind they fled. Wailing they passed under the waiting shadow of the trees; and from that shadow none ever came again.
Grinning, Serenity new what she had to do next. Hefting her sword she threw it up into the air where the sun shined down on the blade.
"For victory!" Serenity cried out and at her call, the glint of the sun from the sword turned into a bright light that surrounded her and some of her foes. As the light died down, none were there including herself.
(They can take care of this war. I have more pressing business to take care of….) Serenity wearily smirked to herself as she saw one last glimpse of the war below her.
To be continued…
I must agree this was not really what I expected. However, what with my missing chapters it came close. As you may have noticed, I had Legolas and Serenity sort of grow closer together while Eomer drifted away. However, Eomer was never meant to get close and if you are wondering why….well as you can tell war broke loose and Eomer did not have much time. He had to command troops and then there was that whole separation thing during the fights. Okay, that's about it. See you next time, hopefully, I'll get inspired to write again.