Boromir, Thou Shall Live
By Priscilla Stafford
Author's Note: TWO HUNDRED REVIEWS!!! Thank you so much, my 'family of reviewers'! I love you all and thank you, thank you, thank you!!!
Here's Chapter Nineteen, not too exciting since it's 'after the battle'. But I needed to write some of the reunions and new encounters of characters. Unfortunately, (and I'm really sorry), there's no Boromir in this chapter. *ready to duck thrown objects* But I promise, he IS coming out in the next chapter which I already have planned out. There'll be lots of him!!! Enjoy!
On an extra note, I might take a while to update because... you guessed it, Two Towers Extended Edition DVD is coming out on Tuesday! I'm probably going to be glued to the TV for a while but I'll try to get out chapter (wow!) 20 out as soon as possible! Thanks much!
Special thanks to reviewers at the bottom of the chapter.
Chapter Nineteen: After the Battle
Eomer knew that many of his men looked on the strange woods with fear and trepidation. But as for him, he had eyes only for his king. Not only his king, the man who was his uncle, his beloved uncle.
He stirred his mount on towards the green grass beside the Deeping-stream. King Theoden was there on his horse, Snowmane, his sword already sheathed marking the end of battle. As soon as the king's eyes lay upon that of his nephew, his face seemed to alight from within and he came down from his horse to greet his relative.
The young lord of Rohan leaped off his horse and after removing his helm, went to kneel before his king. But instead of downcast eyes with respect, with awe he looked up to the kindly face of Theoden. This here was the man he remembered. Gone was the tired face lined with premature wrinkles, gone was the stoop from his shoulders, and more importantly, gone was the strange murky light in his eyes.
Instead, here stood the King of Rohan with all the magnificence expected of all royalty. The pride was back in his stance and his face, and for that Eomer felt tears of thankfulness in his eyes. He took his uncle's hand and kissed it in reverence. Theoden spoke, his voice filled with joy. "Welcome, Eomer, sister-son! Now that I see you safe, I am glad indeed!"
Hearing his uncle's voice, so unlike from when he had last heard him, Eomer got up and embraced him. "My lord, you have come back to us!"
"Aye, that I have," Theoden said gravely when they had pulled back. "In body I have been with you always, but my spirit seemed to have departed, wandering as if in a dream searching and seeking a way out. But it is Gandalf who freed me from my captivity."
Eomer looked around to see that many had gathered round the two royal members of the house of Rohan. Just behind the king was Aragorn, son of Arathorn, and Legolas the Elf. On his right and left, Eomer felt the powerful presences of Gandalf the White Rider and Erkenbrand of Westfold. About them were gathered the Rohirrim, the Riders of the Mark, and the lords of the Golden House.
"Hail, Lord of the Mark!" Eomer said, his voice loud so that all around could hear. With one voice, all of the Rohirrim cried out, "Hail, Lord of the Mark!"
The sister-son of the king went to clasp hands with Aragorn who had dismounted from his horse Hasufel. "We meet again, Aragorn son of Arathorn!" Eomer said. "My heart is glad to see you here." He then nodded to the Elf who had come to stand nearby. "And you, Master Legolas. I thank you on behalf of the whole of Rohan for your aide."
"I, too, am much heartened to see you here," Aragorn said. "I had not thought you would come at all."
"Only by the goodness of the gods was I right in believing what Lavlaisi had spoken to me was truth," Eomer admitted.
Aragorn turned his head in a questioning way. "Lavlaisi? Who is this person you speak of?"
It was Eomer's turn to look puzzled. "I had thought..." He turned round to see if he could catch sight of the dark cloaked stranger but couldn't. "Strange..." he said quietly to himself. It was as if Lavlaisi had... disappeared. 'No,' Eomer thought. 'He must be here.'
Before he could voice any of his thoughts though, there came a great shout, and down from the Dike came those who had been driven back into the Deep. Up in front were a group of Rohirrim on horses, lead by a golden-haired Elf on a black steed. Behind them walked Gamling the Old and Gimli the dwarf, beside a large group of the men of Rohan and much to Eomer's surprise, more Elves. The dwarf had no helm, and about his head was a linen band stained with blood. But despite his injury, Gimli spoke with a voice loud and strong.
"Forty-two, Master Legolas!" he cried. "Alas, my axe is notched; the forty- second had an iron collar on his neck. How is it with you?"
"You have passed my score by one," answered Legolas as he strode over to greet the Dwarf. "But I do not grudge you the game, so glad am I to see you on your legs for I had feared the worst."
Eomer watched the exchange with more than a little curiosity. He had heard that Elves and Dwarves had bad blood between them, but from the display of strong friendship between Legolas and Gimli, he doubted he had heard correctly. He remembered how Legolas had defended his friend when they had first met and was convinced even more that he had been mistaken.
His thoughts were interrupted as Theoden spoke to Gandalf. "The dark night has passed, and day has come again. But the day has brought strange tidings. Once more you come in the hour of need, unlooked-for."
"Unlooked-for?" said Gandalf. "I said that I would return and meet you here."
"But you did not name the hour, nor foretell the manner of your coming. Strange help you bring," said Theoden with more than a little awe, glancing at the trees. "You are mighty in wizardry, Gandalf the White."
"That may be," Gandalf said with a slight twinkled in his eye. "But if so, I have not shown it yet. I have but given good counsel in peril, and made use of the speed of Shadowfax. Your own valour has done more, and the stout legs of the Westfold men marching through the night. And the unexpected speed of Eomer's and his men's mounts!
"Many fell in the battles of the Fords," continued Gandalf, "but fewer than rumor made them. More were scattered than were slain. I gathered together all that I could find. Some men I bade to come with me and Erkenbrand. Others I have sent to follow your marshal, Elfhelm. I sent him with many Riders to Edoras for I feared that Saruman might have sent some to attack and plunder Meduseld. But I think you need not fear," he said quickly, seeing the looks on Theoden. "You will find your house to welcome your return."
Gandalf suddenly laughed long and merrily, seeing as the men continued glancing darkly at the mysterious woods and passed their hands over their brows, as if they thought their eyes saw otherwise. "The trees?" he said. "Nay, I see the wood as plainly as do you. But that is no deed of mine. It is a thing beyond the counsel of the wise. Better than my design," the wizard said thoughtfully. "Better even than my hope the event has proved."
Eomer watched as Gandalf and King Theoden walked a ways, speaking in low tones. So Eomer turned his attention towards Aragorn and the others. He saw that the Elf who had been leading the men from the Dike had dismounted and was speaking to Legolas and Gimli while holding the reigns to his horse. The man of Rohan asked Aragorn the question foremost on his mind. "Aragorn, how is it that there are Elves here in Helm's Deep?"
"The Lady of the Woods, Galadriel herself was most gracious to send an army of Elves to help in our battle," the Ranger said with a look that truly showed how relieved he was of the fact. "They were crucial in helping our defense of the Deeping Wall and also the retreat from the wall when the fires of Orthanc were lit beneath us."
How had the Lady of the Golden Woods known of their peril? And what of the fires of Orthanc which Aragorn had spoken of? Eomer shook his head in wonder. "Truly you must relate to me later on all that has happened in my absence. I have a feeling that it will indeed be an interesting tale. But come, I must be introduced to these Elves for I have much to thank them for."
Aragorn gave a small bow. "It will be my greatest pleasure." They moved towards the strange trio of the two Elves and the Dwarf. Even stranger was the topic of their conversation.
"My good Legolas, do you know that the caverns of Helm's Deep are vast and beautiful?" Gimli said, his voice impassioned with what he spoke of. "There would be an endless pilgrimage of Dwarves, merely to gaze at them!"
Legolas though appeared uncomfortable as he replied wryly, "And I would give gold to be excused, and double to be let out, if I strayed in!"
The Dwarf raised his hand to wave away the Elf's comment. "You have not seen, so I forgive your jest. But you speak like a fool. Do you think those halls are fair, where your King dwells under the hill in Mirkwood, and Dwarves helped in their making long ago?" Still Legolas continued not to look convinced, so Gimli turned to the other Elf with more than a little impatience. "Tell him Haldir! I saw your eyes when you gazed around the caves! Tell him!"
The Elf whose name appeared to be Haldir spoke after a moment's contemplation. "At first I must confess I shared the same feelings as Master Legolas here. But in truth, I say that indeed what the Dwarf says is true. The caves of Helm's Deep are wondrous fair to look upon. Yet," Haldir said before Gimli could speak, "I prefer the beauty of the open sky, or even staying under the leaves of Lorien. For the woods have a different magic than being under a ceiling of solid rock."
Legolas, seeking to find something else to converse about, spotted Eomer and Aragorn watching them with interest and more than a little humor. "Aragorn, Eomer! Do not stand by, join us."
Eomer found that the Lorien Elf was looking at him so he met his eyes and at first was at a loss for words. For he was suddenly struck with how insignificant a mortal's life could be, standing next to a being who had lived through hundreds, nay, thousands of years. And in Haldir's eyes, Eomer could see a kind of wisdom only acquired with years and experience. Eomer dropped in his eyes to bow slightly, taking a moment to compose himself. Only then he could meet the other's eyes once more. "I am Eomer son of Eomund, Third Marshal of Riddermark. You have my greetings and my thanks."
The Elf brought a hand to touch his brow then bowed slightly though he kept his gaze on Eomer. "I am Haldir, Marchwarden of the Galadhrim of Lorien. I shall accept only your greeting, for there is no need for any thanks."
"Nonetheless, I extend my gratitude. We will never forget your part in the great battle of Helm's Deep."
Haldir quirked an eyebrow. "A great battle? I believe Master Gimli would think otherwise. What was it you called it, a skirmish?"
He was answered with a snort from the Dwarf. "Quite right, Elf. A mere skirmish."
Legolas grinned and shook his head. "The injury to your head must be more serious than we had originally thought, Gimli, for it seems you have forgotten most of the night. A mere skirmish indeed."
This earned a glare from the Dwarf and a laugh from all around. Eomer watched as though everyone was battle weary, some of the burden seemed to slip away from the shoulders as they basked in the warmth of the sun. The king's nephew was still worried about the disappearance of Lavlaisi. Where had the warrior gone? He had been much impressed by the fighting skill of the stranger; there could be no way that he had been struck down. Once more he tried to ask about Lavlaisi to Aragorn but all of his questions vanished as he saw a curious look on the ranger's face. He looked in the direction where Aragorn was staring and he, too, felt his mouth open in surprise.
For there amidst the soldiers, among the corpses of the dead, came two Elves, one an Elf lady.
The maiden was gloriously fair to look upon, wearing a cloak not unlike the cloaks Eomer had seen the Elves of Lothlorien wearing. In the light of the morning, the garment was of a light grayish blue. Her face was uncovered, beauteous and elegant, and her dark blonde hair as of the Rohirrim flowed down her back. Eomer could not blame all who watched her as they froze in their places, for never had the men of Rohan been graced by the presence of a female Elf.
As she came closer, Eomer could see that her skin was flawlessly pale, and her features seemingly have been etched from an artist for she was that perfect. Finally, she and her companion stopped where Eomer and the others stood. But not until she met his eyes did Eomer discover what it meant to be struck by beauty. For the color of her eyes was of a startling dark blue, and in sunlight there appeared to be a silver like tinge. His breath caught in his throat and Eomer wondered if he would ever live to see anyone more stunning than she.
The embodiment of loveliness curtsied and spoke, her voice surprisingly lower than Eomer would have imagined. "Forgive me if I am interrupting my lords. I am Isilme, a lady from Lothlorien."
"Nay, you are no interruption, my lady," Aragorn hastened to speak. With his words, Isilme smiled, and if none had fallen in love with her the instant they had laid eyes on her, the sweet curve of her mouth at the moment would have captured the heart of any mortal. Eomer wondered if any smile could look that attractive after centuries of practice, or did it just come naturally to her. For in her eyes, Eomer saw the same kind of wisdom and calm he had detected in Haldir, one only acquired through time.
"It seems none shall notice my presence unless I speak up." Eomer swiftly switched gazes from Isilme to the other Elf who had accompanied her. At the moment, the golden haired Elf had an expression of what could only be of dry humor. "I am Rumil of the patrol guards of the woods of Lorien."
It appeared that Aragorn knew the Elf for the ranger greeted the other with a clasping of hands. The heir of Isildur then took one of the Elf maiden's hands and kissed it gently.
Eomer leaned down to whisper into Gimli's ear. "Tell me, Master Gimli. You have said that Galadriel is fair but my eyes tell me that I have gazed upon the loveliest maiden ever to walk the land!"
The Dwarf shrugged his shoulders. "Isilme is wonderful, beautiful creature to be sure. But mark my words lad, Galadriel is the fairest of all."
He did not say it out loud, but Eomer doubted Gimli's words. For how can anyone be more beautiful than perfection itself?
Gimli noticed not only Eomer's but everyone else's eyes upon Isilme and grunted. "Back off the lot of you. She is already taken."
Isilme blushed a comely shade of pink as Legolas nudged Gimli with an exasperated look, a look that could be translated as wondering if it was worth it hanging around someone with no manners. Gimli only looked back in surprise. "I spoke the truth!"
He must have, for Eomer watched in surprise as Haldir went to Isilme and brought an arm around her narrow waist. Even more astonishing was when he planted a kiss on her head as she laid her hand comfortably on his chest. So, Gimli was speaking the truth for it seemed that Isilme had already had her heart stolen by the Elf warrior. And to be entirely honest with himself, Eomer looked at the couple and found that they suited each other perfectly.
Any more conversation was halted as they heard a thunder of hooves. Eomer watched as many riders of Rohan rode swiftly away from the Deep. Theoden and Gandalf approached Eomer's group.
"I have sent those men with tidings of the victory into every vale of the Mark," the king spoke. "They bore also my summons, bidding all men, young and old, to come in haste to Edoras. There I will hold an assembly of all that can bear arms."
"But my way lies now eastward," Gandalf then spoke. "To Isengard I am returning. Your king has already decided to travel with me."
"But there are not men enough in the Mark, not if they were all gathered together and healed of wounds and weariness, to assault the stronghold of Saruman," Erkenbrand said with fervency. Eomer had to agree, the plan sounded like madness.
Gandalf smiled. "I shall not stay there long, for I go only to speak with Saruman. We got to a parley, not to a fight."
"Until then, I command that all of my chosen company should rest for it has been a weary battle." Theoden's face darkened and for once, Eomer saw the kingly façade slip to show a man exhausted. "I am weary, just as my men are weary. I have ridden far and slept little. So Gandalf has agreed for us to journey under the shadow of evening."
Everyone seemed to agree with the plan and even Eomer approved of it. Though he was not tired from a whole night of riding, he wanted his uncle to rest. To Isengard they will go, and Eomer wondered greatly how everything would turn out.
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The three Lothlorien Elves took their leave and departed from the rest of the group. It had been decided only a fraction of the king's men, including Eomer, would ride with Gandalf. With the White Rider would go Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli.
"Dwarves are stout people, for did you hear what Gimli said?" Isilme said, her voice laced with laughter barely kept in. "Calling his injury a feeble blow. An orc scratch!"
"Nothing would persuade the Dwarf to stay behind," Rumil joined in.
Haldir had kept his arm around Isilme the whole time as they journeyed once more towards the caves. Behind him trailed the very docile Ebon, who Haldir once more wondered why they called him an impolite horse.
His thoughts were interrupted by his brother. "Haldir, shall we leave for Lothlorien right away? For our work is over, and I wish to return to Lothlorien."
"Aye, that I do, brother," Haldir agreed. He cast his eyes around the Deep. He watched as many soldiers limped or pressed their hands against various wounds as they went towards the caves. There their injuries could be tended to. But many others were beginning a great labor; for many had fallen in battle and lay dead upon the field or in the Deep. "Yet, I feel not that fatigued," Haldir added. "And I wish to help in the labor of clearing this place."
Isilme reached a hand to poke his side where he was injured. Haldir hissed in pain for still it hurt to be touched. He looked down questioningly at his loved one walking next to him but was silence of all words as she laid a finger on his mouth, stilling his lips. "Forgive me, love. But I am a healer, and I know you are still in pain. Why will you not rest with the others."
Haldir sighed, for Isilme had known he had another reason for staying longer. "Many Elves fell at the Deeping-Walls."
Both Rumil and Isilme nodded gravely, for they understood. Whenever an Elf's life was lost, it was normal for all to mourn, just as others would do for their loved ones. Yet the death of an Elf was even more keenly felt by his kin. A life so precious had been terribly cut short, and Haldir being the Captain felt it was his duty to help perform the sacred duty of burying them.
He turned from his sad thoughts. So instead he brought Isilme closer to him and offered her a smile. "I am so glad you are here my love."
She returned the look which melted Haldir's heart. "So I am." She brought a hand up to curl a hand around Haldir's neck and brought his lips down upon hers. More and more Haldir found himself addicted to her kisses and knew in his mind now what he had known already in his heart. He was never letting her go.
When they pulled back, they heard Rumil chuckling softly. "I knew your life was worth saving brother! Isilme would never have forgiven me if something had happened."
Isilme moved away from Haldir to go next to Rumil. "Which reminds me," she said. She kissed Rumil's cheek and Haldir laughed out loud as he saw his brother flush, something he hardly ever seen.
The Elf maiden smiled then addressed the two brothers. "As we may be staying here a while longer, my skills as a healer are needed."
"Do you wish us to..."
"I can escort myself." Isilme gently caressed Haldir's cheek then left.
Haldir found himself watching her as she went towards the caves. He felt a hand on his shoulder. "Truly you are most fortunate to found someone like her," Rumil said seriously. "Tell me honestly, how did you work up the courage to speak to her before you left Lothlorien? For we have all known for so long how much you cared for her." Suddenly he grinned cheekily. "I for one cannot wait to return home to collect upon my wager with Orophin."
In horror Haldir looked at his brother. "What wager?"
With fake innocence and a shrug of his shoulders, Rumil said carelessly, "A wager of whether you were ever going to speak to Isilme."
The elder brother groaned. Trust his brothers to wager upon his love life. Honestly, he always wondered whether his two younger brothers were true Elves having lived through a lifetime of experiences. "It is a long story in either case, brother. I shall tell you on our return."
At that moment, the two Elves noticed a man of Rohan approach them. Haldir was taken aback slightly for instead of the hesitant way most mortals approached the Eldar, this man came to them with a confident march, albeit a slight limp in his right leg.
The man of Rohan bowed before the Elves. "Pardon my interruptions, my lords. But I came to clasp hands with the Elf who seems to have charmed Ebon from his evil spirit."
Haldir studied the man in front of him. Rohirrim to be sure; in his early thirties, he carried himself with a bold confidence. His beard was dark blond as was his hair which was cut to the shoulders though much of it fell into his eyes.
"You are Ebon's owner I assume," Haldir said and was answered with a nod.
"Bawuer, son of Denuer at your service."
"I thank you for the loan, Ebon is an amazing horse, a true warrior's steed for he has a stout heart."
"A stout heart, an arrogant disposition, a prideful spirit. It is all the same thing," the man said good naturedly. He whistled to the horse and though Ebon perked his ears, he did not come forward, only looked at his master with a bored look. "Come here you cursed creature," Bawuer said gruffly and a little impatiently. His words were harsh, but Haldir detected much fondness in his voice. The Elf wondered at what kind of relationship the horse and owner shared. An interesting relationship it must be.
Ebon finally approached Bawuer and nipped at the dark blonde hair. The man swatted the horse on the nose to which the animal rebutted by nudging him hard on the shoulder.
Haldir couldn't help but raise his eyebrows in amusement and saw his brother did the same. And interesting relationship indeed.
Bawuer turned his concentration back to the Elves after putting Ebon under some control. "Once more I must say it did my heart good to hear that you had tamed my arrogant one here. There may be hope for you yet," Bawuer called over his shoulder to Ebon. Naturally, Ebon did not even heed his master and gazed in the other direction.
The master and horse started to leave and Haldir called after him. "Master Bawuer, I recommend you have your injury looked at."
The man of Rohan waved the comment off. "'Tis nothing."
'Stubborn men,' though Haldir. He decided to try something else. "One of the healers is an Elf-maiden, called Isilme. Would you mind telling her that we leave by evening. And while you are there, maybe she will take the time to tend your wound."
Bawuer furrowed his eyebrows in deep thought. "I had heard the rumor of this Elf-maiden Isilme." He brightened considerably then said, "It would be an honor to deliver your message." He nodded his head in farewell then limped off, half dragging Ebon behind me.
Haldir felt Rumil nudge his arm. "Elves are supposed to be above such deception."
"Men are too stubborn for their own good."
Just as Isilme had done, Rumil prodded his older brother in the side, earning a groan and a harsh glare. "Elves are stubborn, too, in my experience."
The Marchwarden of Lothlorien was in no mood to argue with Rumil. "Come, we have a task to complete." With grim looks on their faces, the two proceeded to help in the burial of their comrades.
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Author's Note: I hope it wasn't too boring. I really expected to put Boromir in the chapter but already the chapter turned out longer than I thought. Though some might find this chapter boring, I actually had fun writing all the reunions and encounters. I especially like writing about the Bawuer/Ebon duo. Hee hee! I'm putting a little bit, just a *little* bit of my dog's personality into Ebon. My dog sometimes just gets so high and mighty so I thought it might be interesting to put a little of her characteristic into Ebon. Look for more Bawuer in next chapter!
Some serious Tolkien fans will see that I've written some parts from "The Two Towers" which was actually discussed on the way to Isengard instead of at Helm's Deep. But since I'm not going to write much about the actual trip to Isengard, I decided to put down some of the places here.
Some might be wondering, "Isilme's has GOT to be a Mary-Sue now that you've told how 'perfect' she is." The reason I wrote her that way is... well, think of it this way. Eomer and most of the men of Rohan have NEVER seen an Elf-maiden before. So of course, in my feeling I believe that her Elvish beauty is like perfection to them, they who have never met many Elf-maidens before. I hope that makes sense.
One part I'm not sure if I wrote well in this chapter is Haldir's feelings on the deaths of his kin. I'm really not good at writing that stuff so I hope you'll forgive me if you're disappointed in it.
So, I'm really at a dilemma of whether to send Haldir back to Lothlorien. :S I do want to flesh out his character more by having him as a companion to Boromir but yet there is going to be an attack from Dol Guldur in Lorien. As Marchwarden, Haldir's going to be needed back home. But of course, I've added the character of Bawuer, maybe I might have him travel with Boromir instead. Tell me your guy's suggestions!!
Any suggestions, comments, questions, and criticism is most welcome!
Special thanks to:
*Taryn Whittle* ~ I'm sorry I didn't have a little note for you in the previous chapter! Anyway, I hope you're continuing to enjoy my story! Boromir is soooo cool, isn't he? ^_^
*you-know-who* ~ hey, hey, hey! I know this chapter may be 'boring' in your standards, but I hope you like it anyway.
*Spry Sprite* ~ Yup, Haldir is definitely the 'coolest-Elf-who-tames- horses' in my opinion. ^_^ Sorry, no Boromir in this chapter! But he IS coming up full force next chapter, I promise! "A wizard is never late!" *wink*!
*Boromir Defender* ~ Glad you liked the 'sort-of Boromir/Aragorn reunion', though Boromir was the only one to recognize the other. Yeah, battle scenes are VERY hard to write so I'm glad it was good enough that you enjoyed it. Saruman's not gonna be in RotK! *sniff sniff* He was such a good bad guy. *wink*! Anyway, I hope you like this chapter!
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*ironeyes24* ~ Hi again! What I was saying about an attack of nerves was that I just got so nervous about my writing skills as an author. Just a loss of self-confidence but fortunately, I'm all fine now. Boromir is up for the next chapter!
*Daisy Brambleburr* ~ Unfortunately, I'm thinking of pushing Boromir and Aragorn's reunion to a later time since I think it'll come out more powerful that way. I hope that doesn't disappoint you. But till then, there'll be more Boromir! And I'm pleased that you liked Eowyn in the beginning of the last chapter. I was wondering if I should write it out at all, but since I want to put more of her character into the story, I knew I had to flesh out her character a bit more. I hope you enjoyed this chapter!
*Daughter of Olorin* ~ Whew, I'm so humbled that you would take the time to write so many reviews for various chapter in my story! Thanks so much, here's a big hug! *SQUEEZE*! Ahem... anyway, I'm going to give feedback on all the questions, comments, and suggestions you gave me. If I've forgotten anything, please tell me! 1) First off, thanks for giving me hints on how to improve my story. I'm thinking of going over my whole story and reworking it to fix typos/and repetition of words. Yeah, synonyms are a beautiful thing, I've got to study a bit more. In fact, I just got a dictionary of synonyms to help with my writing! Hopefully it's gonna help. I don't mind constructive criticism at all, keep it coming! *wink*! Thanks so much for telling me! 2) I must admit I was scared at first to write an original character, especially Isilme since she will become the love- interest of Haldir. I was afraid everyone would take her as a Mary-Sue but fortunately, so far everyone has liked her. 3) I checked up the word 'balcony' in the dictionary, and it means 'a platform that projects from the wall of a building surrounded by a parapet or railing.' But when I rewrite my story, I'll make sure to clear it up better. 4) Yes, Boromir is such a sweet matchmaker (I have more ideas for that. ^_^) 5) Flashbacks are fun to use as a nice literary device. I'm not sure whether I'll use it again but I'll try to figure out more ways to use it since you liked it. 6) Yup, Elanorcil is VERY cool! 7) Well, I'm kinda mixing up elements of both book and movie character descriptions, though basically I'm using people in the movies since it's easier to visualize that way. But sometimes I mix it, like Boromir's 'greenish-grey' eyes, Sean Bean's eyes are green and Boromir's eyes are grey. 8) "Goldeney": Sean Bean running around looking absolutely amazing. GREAT description! Hee hee! 9) You were right, I wanted Eowyn feeling like she just needed someone in her life, not just a romantic interest. Both her uncle and brother are gone, Aragorn doesn't return her affections, and probably it's hard to have friends when you are of the royal family. 10) I LOVE eagles! I'm definitely having more of them in my story! 11) "The Three Musketeers" IS a sweet movie, in fact, I've seen it twice just this week! Porthos IS funny, but Athos and Aramis in my opinion are more handsome. LOL 12) Glad you liked the 'claustrophobia'. Also my reunion between Isilme and Haldir. 13) I'm not sure if I'm going to write this more in detail, but Rumil and Isilme were able to get into the battle because they came in with the rest of the Elves. In this chapter I mention that Isilme has the same cloak as the Elves had. If you feel I should delve more into it, I'll mention in the next chapter. 14) Dunharrow I believe is a stronghold because Theoden mentions that if all goes ill, Dunharrow is where the last defense will be made. So I think that it's probably a pretty good stronghold to make a nice defense. 15) As for whether Eowyn and Faramir will hook up, that's the eternal question! Sorry, but I'm not going to disclose how I'm going to handle it now that Boromir has shown up. But thanks so much for your ideas, they will be most helpful! 16) YES, I could listen to Craig Parker (Haldir) talk all day! This is the truth, but I have a cousin who sounds EXACTLY like him, which is pretty cool! Have you seen the video where he talks about the swordfighting? He has SUCH a lovely accent.
So, now you've caught up and I hope I've caught up with everything! I really hope you enjoy this latest chapter. And as I said, if you write a review, please, I will accept ANY criticism! ^_^ Thanks once more for all your reviews!
*Alex92* ~ Reunion time, but it's probably not the reunion you were expecting. Sorry! But, Boromir IS coming up in the next chapter, I hope you enjoy!
*Aelimir* ~ Hello! Thanks so much for the horse tips, I'll probably use them in future chapters. Talking about horses is making me wanna go riding so bad! Boohoo, riding in Japan is SOOOO expensive. I hope you liked this chapter! Thanks for always reviewing and being a great 'horse suggestions helper'! ^_^ P.S. If you liked the scene where the guys galloped down the ridge at Helm's Deep, you HAVE to see "The Man from Snowy River" and "The Return to Snowy River". Some of the best horse photography and riding I have ever seen!
*Melodist* ~ Glad you're liking my story so far! Don't worry about not reviewing all the time, I appreciate just the fact you took the time to write the previous review. Hee hee! 'Boromir fix' indeed! Lol!
*Melian the Maia* ~ Hi, glad you're liking the story! I'm surprise you're liking my Haldir and Isilme, but I'm pleased you are! Enjoy!
*iwantboromir* ~ I'm flattered you think my version of Boromir is the greatest. *shy grin*! But in my opinion, almost ANY version where he is COOl is totally GREAT! Yeah, Eowyn seems obsessed. I'm going to flesh out her character more in future chapters, now that sweet Boromir is in the picture! Thanks for you tip on Young Guns, I gotta check it out!
*galadriel wannabe* ~ Welcome back! Don't worry about correcting my mistakes, strangely enough I like criticism (as long as it isn't TOO harsh if you get what I mean). Your log in name reminds me, I gotta have a few more Galadriel scenes, huh? *wink*!
By Priscilla Stafford
Author's Note: TWO HUNDRED REVIEWS!!! Thank you so much, my 'family of reviewers'! I love you all and thank you, thank you, thank you!!!
Here's Chapter Nineteen, not too exciting since it's 'after the battle'. But I needed to write some of the reunions and new encounters of characters. Unfortunately, (and I'm really sorry), there's no Boromir in this chapter. *ready to duck thrown objects* But I promise, he IS coming out in the next chapter which I already have planned out. There'll be lots of him!!! Enjoy!
On an extra note, I might take a while to update because... you guessed it, Two Towers Extended Edition DVD is coming out on Tuesday! I'm probably going to be glued to the TV for a while but I'll try to get out chapter (wow!) 20 out as soon as possible! Thanks much!
Special thanks to reviewers at the bottom of the chapter.
Chapter Nineteen: After the Battle
Eomer knew that many of his men looked on the strange woods with fear and trepidation. But as for him, he had eyes only for his king. Not only his king, the man who was his uncle, his beloved uncle.
He stirred his mount on towards the green grass beside the Deeping-stream. King Theoden was there on his horse, Snowmane, his sword already sheathed marking the end of battle. As soon as the king's eyes lay upon that of his nephew, his face seemed to alight from within and he came down from his horse to greet his relative.
The young lord of Rohan leaped off his horse and after removing his helm, went to kneel before his king. But instead of downcast eyes with respect, with awe he looked up to the kindly face of Theoden. This here was the man he remembered. Gone was the tired face lined with premature wrinkles, gone was the stoop from his shoulders, and more importantly, gone was the strange murky light in his eyes.
Instead, here stood the King of Rohan with all the magnificence expected of all royalty. The pride was back in his stance and his face, and for that Eomer felt tears of thankfulness in his eyes. He took his uncle's hand and kissed it in reverence. Theoden spoke, his voice filled with joy. "Welcome, Eomer, sister-son! Now that I see you safe, I am glad indeed!"
Hearing his uncle's voice, so unlike from when he had last heard him, Eomer got up and embraced him. "My lord, you have come back to us!"
"Aye, that I have," Theoden said gravely when they had pulled back. "In body I have been with you always, but my spirit seemed to have departed, wandering as if in a dream searching and seeking a way out. But it is Gandalf who freed me from my captivity."
Eomer looked around to see that many had gathered round the two royal members of the house of Rohan. Just behind the king was Aragorn, son of Arathorn, and Legolas the Elf. On his right and left, Eomer felt the powerful presences of Gandalf the White Rider and Erkenbrand of Westfold. About them were gathered the Rohirrim, the Riders of the Mark, and the lords of the Golden House.
"Hail, Lord of the Mark!" Eomer said, his voice loud so that all around could hear. With one voice, all of the Rohirrim cried out, "Hail, Lord of the Mark!"
The sister-son of the king went to clasp hands with Aragorn who had dismounted from his horse Hasufel. "We meet again, Aragorn son of Arathorn!" Eomer said. "My heart is glad to see you here." He then nodded to the Elf who had come to stand nearby. "And you, Master Legolas. I thank you on behalf of the whole of Rohan for your aide."
"I, too, am much heartened to see you here," Aragorn said. "I had not thought you would come at all."
"Only by the goodness of the gods was I right in believing what Lavlaisi had spoken to me was truth," Eomer admitted.
Aragorn turned his head in a questioning way. "Lavlaisi? Who is this person you speak of?"
It was Eomer's turn to look puzzled. "I had thought..." He turned round to see if he could catch sight of the dark cloaked stranger but couldn't. "Strange..." he said quietly to himself. It was as if Lavlaisi had... disappeared. 'No,' Eomer thought. 'He must be here.'
Before he could voice any of his thoughts though, there came a great shout, and down from the Dike came those who had been driven back into the Deep. Up in front were a group of Rohirrim on horses, lead by a golden-haired Elf on a black steed. Behind them walked Gamling the Old and Gimli the dwarf, beside a large group of the men of Rohan and much to Eomer's surprise, more Elves. The dwarf had no helm, and about his head was a linen band stained with blood. But despite his injury, Gimli spoke with a voice loud and strong.
"Forty-two, Master Legolas!" he cried. "Alas, my axe is notched; the forty- second had an iron collar on his neck. How is it with you?"
"You have passed my score by one," answered Legolas as he strode over to greet the Dwarf. "But I do not grudge you the game, so glad am I to see you on your legs for I had feared the worst."
Eomer watched the exchange with more than a little curiosity. He had heard that Elves and Dwarves had bad blood between them, but from the display of strong friendship between Legolas and Gimli, he doubted he had heard correctly. He remembered how Legolas had defended his friend when they had first met and was convinced even more that he had been mistaken.
His thoughts were interrupted as Theoden spoke to Gandalf. "The dark night has passed, and day has come again. But the day has brought strange tidings. Once more you come in the hour of need, unlooked-for."
"Unlooked-for?" said Gandalf. "I said that I would return and meet you here."
"But you did not name the hour, nor foretell the manner of your coming. Strange help you bring," said Theoden with more than a little awe, glancing at the trees. "You are mighty in wizardry, Gandalf the White."
"That may be," Gandalf said with a slight twinkled in his eye. "But if so, I have not shown it yet. I have but given good counsel in peril, and made use of the speed of Shadowfax. Your own valour has done more, and the stout legs of the Westfold men marching through the night. And the unexpected speed of Eomer's and his men's mounts!
"Many fell in the battles of the Fords," continued Gandalf, "but fewer than rumor made them. More were scattered than were slain. I gathered together all that I could find. Some men I bade to come with me and Erkenbrand. Others I have sent to follow your marshal, Elfhelm. I sent him with many Riders to Edoras for I feared that Saruman might have sent some to attack and plunder Meduseld. But I think you need not fear," he said quickly, seeing the looks on Theoden. "You will find your house to welcome your return."
Gandalf suddenly laughed long and merrily, seeing as the men continued glancing darkly at the mysterious woods and passed their hands over their brows, as if they thought their eyes saw otherwise. "The trees?" he said. "Nay, I see the wood as plainly as do you. But that is no deed of mine. It is a thing beyond the counsel of the wise. Better than my design," the wizard said thoughtfully. "Better even than my hope the event has proved."
Eomer watched as Gandalf and King Theoden walked a ways, speaking in low tones. So Eomer turned his attention towards Aragorn and the others. He saw that the Elf who had been leading the men from the Dike had dismounted and was speaking to Legolas and Gimli while holding the reigns to his horse. The man of Rohan asked Aragorn the question foremost on his mind. "Aragorn, how is it that there are Elves here in Helm's Deep?"
"The Lady of the Woods, Galadriel herself was most gracious to send an army of Elves to help in our battle," the Ranger said with a look that truly showed how relieved he was of the fact. "They were crucial in helping our defense of the Deeping Wall and also the retreat from the wall when the fires of Orthanc were lit beneath us."
How had the Lady of the Golden Woods known of their peril? And what of the fires of Orthanc which Aragorn had spoken of? Eomer shook his head in wonder. "Truly you must relate to me later on all that has happened in my absence. I have a feeling that it will indeed be an interesting tale. But come, I must be introduced to these Elves for I have much to thank them for."
Aragorn gave a small bow. "It will be my greatest pleasure." They moved towards the strange trio of the two Elves and the Dwarf. Even stranger was the topic of their conversation.
"My good Legolas, do you know that the caverns of Helm's Deep are vast and beautiful?" Gimli said, his voice impassioned with what he spoke of. "There would be an endless pilgrimage of Dwarves, merely to gaze at them!"
Legolas though appeared uncomfortable as he replied wryly, "And I would give gold to be excused, and double to be let out, if I strayed in!"
The Dwarf raised his hand to wave away the Elf's comment. "You have not seen, so I forgive your jest. But you speak like a fool. Do you think those halls are fair, where your King dwells under the hill in Mirkwood, and Dwarves helped in their making long ago?" Still Legolas continued not to look convinced, so Gimli turned to the other Elf with more than a little impatience. "Tell him Haldir! I saw your eyes when you gazed around the caves! Tell him!"
The Elf whose name appeared to be Haldir spoke after a moment's contemplation. "At first I must confess I shared the same feelings as Master Legolas here. But in truth, I say that indeed what the Dwarf says is true. The caves of Helm's Deep are wondrous fair to look upon. Yet," Haldir said before Gimli could speak, "I prefer the beauty of the open sky, or even staying under the leaves of Lorien. For the woods have a different magic than being under a ceiling of solid rock."
Legolas, seeking to find something else to converse about, spotted Eomer and Aragorn watching them with interest and more than a little humor. "Aragorn, Eomer! Do not stand by, join us."
Eomer found that the Lorien Elf was looking at him so he met his eyes and at first was at a loss for words. For he was suddenly struck with how insignificant a mortal's life could be, standing next to a being who had lived through hundreds, nay, thousands of years. And in Haldir's eyes, Eomer could see a kind of wisdom only acquired with years and experience. Eomer dropped in his eyes to bow slightly, taking a moment to compose himself. Only then he could meet the other's eyes once more. "I am Eomer son of Eomund, Third Marshal of Riddermark. You have my greetings and my thanks."
The Elf brought a hand to touch his brow then bowed slightly though he kept his gaze on Eomer. "I am Haldir, Marchwarden of the Galadhrim of Lorien. I shall accept only your greeting, for there is no need for any thanks."
"Nonetheless, I extend my gratitude. We will never forget your part in the great battle of Helm's Deep."
Haldir quirked an eyebrow. "A great battle? I believe Master Gimli would think otherwise. What was it you called it, a skirmish?"
He was answered with a snort from the Dwarf. "Quite right, Elf. A mere skirmish."
Legolas grinned and shook his head. "The injury to your head must be more serious than we had originally thought, Gimli, for it seems you have forgotten most of the night. A mere skirmish indeed."
This earned a glare from the Dwarf and a laugh from all around. Eomer watched as though everyone was battle weary, some of the burden seemed to slip away from the shoulders as they basked in the warmth of the sun. The king's nephew was still worried about the disappearance of Lavlaisi. Where had the warrior gone? He had been much impressed by the fighting skill of the stranger; there could be no way that he had been struck down. Once more he tried to ask about Lavlaisi to Aragorn but all of his questions vanished as he saw a curious look on the ranger's face. He looked in the direction where Aragorn was staring and he, too, felt his mouth open in surprise.
For there amidst the soldiers, among the corpses of the dead, came two Elves, one an Elf lady.
The maiden was gloriously fair to look upon, wearing a cloak not unlike the cloaks Eomer had seen the Elves of Lothlorien wearing. In the light of the morning, the garment was of a light grayish blue. Her face was uncovered, beauteous and elegant, and her dark blonde hair as of the Rohirrim flowed down her back. Eomer could not blame all who watched her as they froze in their places, for never had the men of Rohan been graced by the presence of a female Elf.
As she came closer, Eomer could see that her skin was flawlessly pale, and her features seemingly have been etched from an artist for she was that perfect. Finally, she and her companion stopped where Eomer and the others stood. But not until she met his eyes did Eomer discover what it meant to be struck by beauty. For the color of her eyes was of a startling dark blue, and in sunlight there appeared to be a silver like tinge. His breath caught in his throat and Eomer wondered if he would ever live to see anyone more stunning than she.
The embodiment of loveliness curtsied and spoke, her voice surprisingly lower than Eomer would have imagined. "Forgive me if I am interrupting my lords. I am Isilme, a lady from Lothlorien."
"Nay, you are no interruption, my lady," Aragorn hastened to speak. With his words, Isilme smiled, and if none had fallen in love with her the instant they had laid eyes on her, the sweet curve of her mouth at the moment would have captured the heart of any mortal. Eomer wondered if any smile could look that attractive after centuries of practice, or did it just come naturally to her. For in her eyes, Eomer saw the same kind of wisdom and calm he had detected in Haldir, one only acquired through time.
"It seems none shall notice my presence unless I speak up." Eomer swiftly switched gazes from Isilme to the other Elf who had accompanied her. At the moment, the golden haired Elf had an expression of what could only be of dry humor. "I am Rumil of the patrol guards of the woods of Lorien."
It appeared that Aragorn knew the Elf for the ranger greeted the other with a clasping of hands. The heir of Isildur then took one of the Elf maiden's hands and kissed it gently.
Eomer leaned down to whisper into Gimli's ear. "Tell me, Master Gimli. You have said that Galadriel is fair but my eyes tell me that I have gazed upon the loveliest maiden ever to walk the land!"
The Dwarf shrugged his shoulders. "Isilme is wonderful, beautiful creature to be sure. But mark my words lad, Galadriel is the fairest of all."
He did not say it out loud, but Eomer doubted Gimli's words. For how can anyone be more beautiful than perfection itself?
Gimli noticed not only Eomer's but everyone else's eyes upon Isilme and grunted. "Back off the lot of you. She is already taken."
Isilme blushed a comely shade of pink as Legolas nudged Gimli with an exasperated look, a look that could be translated as wondering if it was worth it hanging around someone with no manners. Gimli only looked back in surprise. "I spoke the truth!"
He must have, for Eomer watched in surprise as Haldir went to Isilme and brought an arm around her narrow waist. Even more astonishing was when he planted a kiss on her head as she laid her hand comfortably on his chest. So, Gimli was speaking the truth for it seemed that Isilme had already had her heart stolen by the Elf warrior. And to be entirely honest with himself, Eomer looked at the couple and found that they suited each other perfectly.
Any more conversation was halted as they heard a thunder of hooves. Eomer watched as many riders of Rohan rode swiftly away from the Deep. Theoden and Gandalf approached Eomer's group.
"I have sent those men with tidings of the victory into every vale of the Mark," the king spoke. "They bore also my summons, bidding all men, young and old, to come in haste to Edoras. There I will hold an assembly of all that can bear arms."
"But my way lies now eastward," Gandalf then spoke. "To Isengard I am returning. Your king has already decided to travel with me."
"But there are not men enough in the Mark, not if they were all gathered together and healed of wounds and weariness, to assault the stronghold of Saruman," Erkenbrand said with fervency. Eomer had to agree, the plan sounded like madness.
Gandalf smiled. "I shall not stay there long, for I go only to speak with Saruman. We got to a parley, not to a fight."
"Until then, I command that all of my chosen company should rest for it has been a weary battle." Theoden's face darkened and for once, Eomer saw the kingly façade slip to show a man exhausted. "I am weary, just as my men are weary. I have ridden far and slept little. So Gandalf has agreed for us to journey under the shadow of evening."
Everyone seemed to agree with the plan and even Eomer approved of it. Though he was not tired from a whole night of riding, he wanted his uncle to rest. To Isengard they will go, and Eomer wondered greatly how everything would turn out.
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The three Lothlorien Elves took their leave and departed from the rest of the group. It had been decided only a fraction of the king's men, including Eomer, would ride with Gandalf. With the White Rider would go Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli.
"Dwarves are stout people, for did you hear what Gimli said?" Isilme said, her voice laced with laughter barely kept in. "Calling his injury a feeble blow. An orc scratch!"
"Nothing would persuade the Dwarf to stay behind," Rumil joined in.
Haldir had kept his arm around Isilme the whole time as they journeyed once more towards the caves. Behind him trailed the very docile Ebon, who Haldir once more wondered why they called him an impolite horse.
His thoughts were interrupted by his brother. "Haldir, shall we leave for Lothlorien right away? For our work is over, and I wish to return to Lothlorien."
"Aye, that I do, brother," Haldir agreed. He cast his eyes around the Deep. He watched as many soldiers limped or pressed their hands against various wounds as they went towards the caves. There their injuries could be tended to. But many others were beginning a great labor; for many had fallen in battle and lay dead upon the field or in the Deep. "Yet, I feel not that fatigued," Haldir added. "And I wish to help in the labor of clearing this place."
Isilme reached a hand to poke his side where he was injured. Haldir hissed in pain for still it hurt to be touched. He looked down questioningly at his loved one walking next to him but was silence of all words as she laid a finger on his mouth, stilling his lips. "Forgive me, love. But I am a healer, and I know you are still in pain. Why will you not rest with the others."
Haldir sighed, for Isilme had known he had another reason for staying longer. "Many Elves fell at the Deeping-Walls."
Both Rumil and Isilme nodded gravely, for they understood. Whenever an Elf's life was lost, it was normal for all to mourn, just as others would do for their loved ones. Yet the death of an Elf was even more keenly felt by his kin. A life so precious had been terribly cut short, and Haldir being the Captain felt it was his duty to help perform the sacred duty of burying them.
He turned from his sad thoughts. So instead he brought Isilme closer to him and offered her a smile. "I am so glad you are here my love."
She returned the look which melted Haldir's heart. "So I am." She brought a hand up to curl a hand around Haldir's neck and brought his lips down upon hers. More and more Haldir found himself addicted to her kisses and knew in his mind now what he had known already in his heart. He was never letting her go.
When they pulled back, they heard Rumil chuckling softly. "I knew your life was worth saving brother! Isilme would never have forgiven me if something had happened."
Isilme moved away from Haldir to go next to Rumil. "Which reminds me," she said. She kissed Rumil's cheek and Haldir laughed out loud as he saw his brother flush, something he hardly ever seen.
The Elf maiden smiled then addressed the two brothers. "As we may be staying here a while longer, my skills as a healer are needed."
"Do you wish us to..."
"I can escort myself." Isilme gently caressed Haldir's cheek then left.
Haldir found himself watching her as she went towards the caves. He felt a hand on his shoulder. "Truly you are most fortunate to found someone like her," Rumil said seriously. "Tell me honestly, how did you work up the courage to speak to her before you left Lothlorien? For we have all known for so long how much you cared for her." Suddenly he grinned cheekily. "I for one cannot wait to return home to collect upon my wager with Orophin."
In horror Haldir looked at his brother. "What wager?"
With fake innocence and a shrug of his shoulders, Rumil said carelessly, "A wager of whether you were ever going to speak to Isilme."
The elder brother groaned. Trust his brothers to wager upon his love life. Honestly, he always wondered whether his two younger brothers were true Elves having lived through a lifetime of experiences. "It is a long story in either case, brother. I shall tell you on our return."
At that moment, the two Elves noticed a man of Rohan approach them. Haldir was taken aback slightly for instead of the hesitant way most mortals approached the Eldar, this man came to them with a confident march, albeit a slight limp in his right leg.
The man of Rohan bowed before the Elves. "Pardon my interruptions, my lords. But I came to clasp hands with the Elf who seems to have charmed Ebon from his evil spirit."
Haldir studied the man in front of him. Rohirrim to be sure; in his early thirties, he carried himself with a bold confidence. His beard was dark blond as was his hair which was cut to the shoulders though much of it fell into his eyes.
"You are Ebon's owner I assume," Haldir said and was answered with a nod.
"Bawuer, son of Denuer at your service."
"I thank you for the loan, Ebon is an amazing horse, a true warrior's steed for he has a stout heart."
"A stout heart, an arrogant disposition, a prideful spirit. It is all the same thing," the man said good naturedly. He whistled to the horse and though Ebon perked his ears, he did not come forward, only looked at his master with a bored look. "Come here you cursed creature," Bawuer said gruffly and a little impatiently. His words were harsh, but Haldir detected much fondness in his voice. The Elf wondered at what kind of relationship the horse and owner shared. An interesting relationship it must be.
Ebon finally approached Bawuer and nipped at the dark blonde hair. The man swatted the horse on the nose to which the animal rebutted by nudging him hard on the shoulder.
Haldir couldn't help but raise his eyebrows in amusement and saw his brother did the same. And interesting relationship indeed.
Bawuer turned his concentration back to the Elves after putting Ebon under some control. "Once more I must say it did my heart good to hear that you had tamed my arrogant one here. There may be hope for you yet," Bawuer called over his shoulder to Ebon. Naturally, Ebon did not even heed his master and gazed in the other direction.
The master and horse started to leave and Haldir called after him. "Master Bawuer, I recommend you have your injury looked at."
The man of Rohan waved the comment off. "'Tis nothing."
'Stubborn men,' though Haldir. He decided to try something else. "One of the healers is an Elf-maiden, called Isilme. Would you mind telling her that we leave by evening. And while you are there, maybe she will take the time to tend your wound."
Bawuer furrowed his eyebrows in deep thought. "I had heard the rumor of this Elf-maiden Isilme." He brightened considerably then said, "It would be an honor to deliver your message." He nodded his head in farewell then limped off, half dragging Ebon behind me.
Haldir felt Rumil nudge his arm. "Elves are supposed to be above such deception."
"Men are too stubborn for their own good."
Just as Isilme had done, Rumil prodded his older brother in the side, earning a groan and a harsh glare. "Elves are stubborn, too, in my experience."
The Marchwarden of Lothlorien was in no mood to argue with Rumil. "Come, we have a task to complete." With grim looks on their faces, the two proceeded to help in the burial of their comrades.
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Author's Note: I hope it wasn't too boring. I really expected to put Boromir in the chapter but already the chapter turned out longer than I thought. Though some might find this chapter boring, I actually had fun writing all the reunions and encounters. I especially like writing about the Bawuer/Ebon duo. Hee hee! I'm putting a little bit, just a *little* bit of my dog's personality into Ebon. My dog sometimes just gets so high and mighty so I thought it might be interesting to put a little of her characteristic into Ebon. Look for more Bawuer in next chapter!
Some serious Tolkien fans will see that I've written some parts from "The Two Towers" which was actually discussed on the way to Isengard instead of at Helm's Deep. But since I'm not going to write much about the actual trip to Isengard, I decided to put down some of the places here.
Some might be wondering, "Isilme's has GOT to be a Mary-Sue now that you've told how 'perfect' she is." The reason I wrote her that way is... well, think of it this way. Eomer and most of the men of Rohan have NEVER seen an Elf-maiden before. So of course, in my feeling I believe that her Elvish beauty is like perfection to them, they who have never met many Elf-maidens before. I hope that makes sense.
One part I'm not sure if I wrote well in this chapter is Haldir's feelings on the deaths of his kin. I'm really not good at writing that stuff so I hope you'll forgive me if you're disappointed in it.
So, I'm really at a dilemma of whether to send Haldir back to Lothlorien. :S I do want to flesh out his character more by having him as a companion to Boromir but yet there is going to be an attack from Dol Guldur in Lorien. As Marchwarden, Haldir's going to be needed back home. But of course, I've added the character of Bawuer, maybe I might have him travel with Boromir instead. Tell me your guy's suggestions!!
Any suggestions, comments, questions, and criticism is most welcome!
Special thanks to:
*Taryn Whittle* ~ I'm sorry I didn't have a little note for you in the previous chapter! Anyway, I hope you're continuing to enjoy my story! Boromir is soooo cool, isn't he? ^_^
*you-know-who* ~ hey, hey, hey! I know this chapter may be 'boring' in your standards, but I hope you like it anyway.
*Spry Sprite* ~ Yup, Haldir is definitely the 'coolest-Elf-who-tames- horses' in my opinion. ^_^ Sorry, no Boromir in this chapter! But he IS coming up full force next chapter, I promise! "A wizard is never late!" *wink*!
*Boromir Defender* ~ Glad you liked the 'sort-of Boromir/Aragorn reunion', though Boromir was the only one to recognize the other. Yeah, battle scenes are VERY hard to write so I'm glad it was good enough that you enjoyed it. Saruman's not gonna be in RotK! *sniff sniff* He was such a good bad guy. *wink*! Anyway, I hope you like this chapter!
*Soledad* ~ Thanks so much for reviewing, and so many reviews! And from another die-hard Boromir fan no less! I'm pleased that you enjoy my Boromir, Galadriel, and Haldir characters. Yeah, it's true. Boromir needs all the friends he can get. One of the reasons I included dear Bawuer into my version. Boromir as a matchmaker is sweet, I have some more ideas on how to expand on the idea. I hope you continue to enjoy my story!
*Diadora* ~ Hellow! Oh, please, don't worry about not reviewing! I would NEVER want you to get in trouble for reading my story during work! Hee hee! Your secret it safe with me. I really like the two descriptions you gave of Boromir: beloved Gondorian warrior and handsome warrior. That's our dear Boromir all right! I hope you like this update, I have a really cool idea for Legolas, which I'm sorry to say is for later chapters. Enjoy! Thanks for always reviewing!
*Maria* ~ Hello Maria! Sword-swingin' chapter indeed! Sorry, no sword- swingin' in this chapter. And no Boromir! *have mercy!* ^_~ Don't hurt anyone doing your little Boromir-famous-sword-twist. Yeah, I understand what you mean about Eowyn keep switching her 'beloved ones'. But I promise, I've gotten the whole thing worked out in my head. I hope it comes out well as I write it out. Yeah, I'm really glad you're not depressed or disturbed by people like Aragorn, we'd have a REAL problem with you at school! :S Well, so far I've not gotten any sudden attack of nerves. Hopefully it won't come back for a while, hopefully never! Anyway, I hope you like the chapter!
*ironeyes24* ~ Hi again! What I was saying about an attack of nerves was that I just got so nervous about my writing skills as an author. Just a loss of self-confidence but fortunately, I'm all fine now. Boromir is up for the next chapter!
*Daisy Brambleburr* ~ Unfortunately, I'm thinking of pushing Boromir and Aragorn's reunion to a later time since I think it'll come out more powerful that way. I hope that doesn't disappoint you. But till then, there'll be more Boromir! And I'm pleased that you liked Eowyn in the beginning of the last chapter. I was wondering if I should write it out at all, but since I want to put more of her character into the story, I knew I had to flesh out her character a bit more. I hope you enjoyed this chapter!
*Daughter of Olorin* ~ Whew, I'm so humbled that you would take the time to write so many reviews for various chapter in my story! Thanks so much, here's a big hug! *SQUEEZE*! Ahem... anyway, I'm going to give feedback on all the questions, comments, and suggestions you gave me. If I've forgotten anything, please tell me! 1) First off, thanks for giving me hints on how to improve my story. I'm thinking of going over my whole story and reworking it to fix typos/and repetition of words. Yeah, synonyms are a beautiful thing, I've got to study a bit more. In fact, I just got a dictionary of synonyms to help with my writing! Hopefully it's gonna help. I don't mind constructive criticism at all, keep it coming! *wink*! Thanks so much for telling me! 2) I must admit I was scared at first to write an original character, especially Isilme since she will become the love- interest of Haldir. I was afraid everyone would take her as a Mary-Sue but fortunately, so far everyone has liked her. 3) I checked up the word 'balcony' in the dictionary, and it means 'a platform that projects from the wall of a building surrounded by a parapet or railing.' But when I rewrite my story, I'll make sure to clear it up better. 4) Yes, Boromir is such a sweet matchmaker (I have more ideas for that. ^_^) 5) Flashbacks are fun to use as a nice literary device. I'm not sure whether I'll use it again but I'll try to figure out more ways to use it since you liked it. 6) Yup, Elanorcil is VERY cool! 7) Well, I'm kinda mixing up elements of both book and movie character descriptions, though basically I'm using people in the movies since it's easier to visualize that way. But sometimes I mix it, like Boromir's 'greenish-grey' eyes, Sean Bean's eyes are green and Boromir's eyes are grey. 8) "Goldeney": Sean Bean running around looking absolutely amazing. GREAT description! Hee hee! 9) You were right, I wanted Eowyn feeling like she just needed someone in her life, not just a romantic interest. Both her uncle and brother are gone, Aragorn doesn't return her affections, and probably it's hard to have friends when you are of the royal family. 10) I LOVE eagles! I'm definitely having more of them in my story! 11) "The Three Musketeers" IS a sweet movie, in fact, I've seen it twice just this week! Porthos IS funny, but Athos and Aramis in my opinion are more handsome. LOL 12) Glad you liked the 'claustrophobia'. Also my reunion between Isilme and Haldir. 13) I'm not sure if I'm going to write this more in detail, but Rumil and Isilme were able to get into the battle because they came in with the rest of the Elves. In this chapter I mention that Isilme has the same cloak as the Elves had. If you feel I should delve more into it, I'll mention in the next chapter. 14) Dunharrow I believe is a stronghold because Theoden mentions that if all goes ill, Dunharrow is where the last defense will be made. So I think that it's probably a pretty good stronghold to make a nice defense. 15) As for whether Eowyn and Faramir will hook up, that's the eternal question! Sorry, but I'm not going to disclose how I'm going to handle it now that Boromir has shown up. But thanks so much for your ideas, they will be most helpful! 16) YES, I could listen to Craig Parker (Haldir) talk all day! This is the truth, but I have a cousin who sounds EXACTLY like him, which is pretty cool! Have you seen the video where he talks about the swordfighting? He has SUCH a lovely accent.
So, now you've caught up and I hope I've caught up with everything! I really hope you enjoy this latest chapter. And as I said, if you write a review, please, I will accept ANY criticism! ^_^ Thanks once more for all your reviews!
*Alex92* ~ Reunion time, but it's probably not the reunion you were expecting. Sorry! But, Boromir IS coming up in the next chapter, I hope you enjoy!
*Aelimir* ~ Hello! Thanks so much for the horse tips, I'll probably use them in future chapters. Talking about horses is making me wanna go riding so bad! Boohoo, riding in Japan is SOOOO expensive. I hope you liked this chapter! Thanks for always reviewing and being a great 'horse suggestions helper'! ^_^ P.S. If you liked the scene where the guys galloped down the ridge at Helm's Deep, you HAVE to see "The Man from Snowy River" and "The Return to Snowy River". Some of the best horse photography and riding I have ever seen!
*Melodist* ~ Glad you're liking my story so far! Don't worry about not reviewing all the time, I appreciate just the fact you took the time to write the previous review. Hee hee! 'Boromir fix' indeed! Lol!
*Melian the Maia* ~ Hi, glad you're liking the story! I'm surprise you're liking my Haldir and Isilme, but I'm pleased you are! Enjoy!
*iwantboromir* ~ I'm flattered you think my version of Boromir is the greatest. *shy grin*! But in my opinion, almost ANY version where he is COOl is totally GREAT! Yeah, Eowyn seems obsessed. I'm going to flesh out her character more in future chapters, now that sweet Boromir is in the picture! Thanks for you tip on Young Guns, I gotta check it out!
*galadriel wannabe* ~ Welcome back! Don't worry about correcting my mistakes, strangely enough I like criticism (as long as it isn't TOO harsh if you get what I mean). Your log in name reminds me, I gotta have a few more Galadriel scenes, huh? *wink*!