Chapter 26
Gandalf looked out from the second highest level of Minas Tirith. He was instructing the soldiers in Denethor's place. What stupidity had overcome that man? Had he sat in the halls of Minas Tirith so long that he had forgotten the light of day? Had Boromir's death caused him to go mad?
Suddenly, loud murmuring came from behind him and he turned around to see several soldiers looking up at the highest level of Minas Tirith. Gandalf had been so lost in his thoughts that he hadn't noticed. A pale hand was hanging over the edge and at the moment, Gandalf knew that there was only one child on the highest level of Minas Tirith.
With great haste, Gandalf hurried to the highest level and looked for a flat place where a body could lie. He quickly found it for that morning, Elizabeth was dressed in a small child's play dress that had been given to her by a seamstress of Gondor. It was a beautiful light green that stood out against white.
But Elizabeth wasn't alone. Faramir, Denethor's son was standing over her and in one swift motion; the young man lifted the child into his arms and headed back towards Gandalf. Gandalf approached Faramir cautiously.
"What happened?" Gandalf asked immediately.
"My father became angry with her and dragged her by her collar out of the hall and threw her down the steps." Faramir said. "When I exited, she had already pulled herself to the side."
Gandalf took Elizabeth's weak form and transferred it into his own arms. Her eyes opened weakly and she sniffed miserably. The steps had given her the present of a lovely cut across her lips as well as one across her forehead.
"Gandalf," she whispered. "I didn't mean to, I'm sorry."
"Shh, hush, child. Let's get you back to the room. I can help you there." Gandalf said gently. He turned to Faramir. "Thank you, Faramir. I no longer require any assistance."
Faramir nodded lightly and headed down to gather his soldiers and tell them what was to happen. Gandalf followed but went the opposite way and entered the room that Denethor had "kindly" given them.
Laying Elizabeth onto the bed, Gandalf leaned his staff against the bed post and removed his cloak. He filled a bowl with water and dipped a cloth into it.
Gandalf unbutton the first two buttons on Elizabeth's shirt and softly wiped the bruise around her neck where she'd roughly been dragged. She winced at the coldness and pain when the cloth touched her skin, but did not cry out.
"What did you say to him?" Gandalf asked softly.
"I told him he was stupid." Elizabeth answered truthfully, but hoarsely. Gandalf poured her a glass of water and helped her drink it slowly.
"Why did you tell him that?" Gandalf asked.
"Because he's gonna send Faramir back to that awful place just because he thinks that Boromir could have done a better job. He said that he wished Faramir had died instead of Boromir and that Faramir was disloyal." Elizabeth said quickly.
Gandalf sighed. "I do not want you to say anything to Denethor anymore, understood?"
"Why?"
"Because, child, he reacts in the strangest of ways now. He is unpredictable and I do not want you hurt again." Gandalf said. He hung the cloth on the side of the bowl. "Your injuries are minor. They will pass."
Elizabeth let out a deep breath that she'd been holding in. It wasn't that she felt relieved because she wasn't injured badly. It was because she still hated Denethor's guts. She'd been hurt for telling the truth. Her mother had always told her to tell the truth and speak her heart. Apparently Denethor didn't want the truth.
Gandalf stood. "I must go for awhile. Is there anything you want me to tell anyone?"
Elizabeth looked up at him. "Tell Faramir that his Father loves him and even though it doesn't seem like it, it will soon."
Gandalf smiled. Words of wisdom from a child of innocence. That was a good thing to have around. Gandalf studied Elizabeth once more before leaving the room. Behind her happy eyes, the wizard could see a desire, a want, for her parents. Even the most innocent things have sadness beneath their eyes.
Aragorn awoke with a start. That dream. The one about the Evenstar stone breaking. He'd had it again. He wished Gandalf was around. Or at least Elizabeth. Either of them would have been good enough to give him hope or cheer him up.
"Sir?" a guard asked. "King Théoden awaits you my lord."
Aragorn left his tent in his simple red shirt, black pants and boots. He walked across the way and entered the tent to see Théoden leaning over to speak to a hooded visitor. For one moment, Aragorn feared that Sauron might have bewitched the king once more, but he quickly brushed that thought aside.
Théoden glanced at him. "I take my leave."
And with that said, Théoden left his own tent to leave Aragorn and the hooded visitor in peace. Once Théoden was gone, the hooded figure stood to reveal himself. It was Elrond.
Aragorn bowed his head. "My lord Elrond."
Elrond had tears in his eyes. "I come on behalf of one that I love and to enquire of another that lies in my heart."
Aragorn looked at Elrond, fearing the worst. Was Arwen dead? Was she dying at that very moment?
"Arwen is dying," the elf said sadly. There was a small silence as Aragorn digested Elrond's words. "She will not long survive the evil that now spreads from Mordor. The light of the Evenstar is failing.
"As Sauron's power grows, her strength wanes. Arwen's life is now tied to the fate of the Ring." Elrond continued morbidly. "The Shadow is upon us, Aragorn. The end has come."
"It will not be our end, but his." Aragorn answered confidently.
Their conversation continued until Elrond revealed the sword of Elendil. Anduril, Flame of the West, forged from the shards of Narsil. Aragorn accepted the sword and decided to take the Dimholt Road. He thought the conversation over, but Elrond stopped him.
"Where is she?" Elrond asked softly.
"Who?" Aragorn asked, in return.
"You know of whom I speak."
Aragorn frowned, but then allowed his frown to fade. It dawned on him that Elrond spoke of Elizabeth. He vacantly wondered how she was doing, what she had done.
"She travels with Gandalf."
"She could have stayed behind and stayed in safety. Why did you allow her to go to Minas Tirith? Surely she will die in war there." Elrond said.
Aragorn looked around hesitantly. "She looked into the Palantir."
Elrond frowned. "The child is wise. She would not do such a thing."
"She was trying to help Pippin."
Elrond raised an eyebrow. "The hobbit. Of course. She befriended them from the start. I should have known she'd sacrifice her freedom for them."
"What do you mean?" Aragorn asked.
"She is in Minas Tirith, close to Sauron. If he captures her, and poisons her mind, than he shall wield more power than he ever would with the Ring. And with both the child and the Ring, he will be unstoppable." Elrond concluded.
"Gandalf will protect her." Aragorn replied confidently.
"Gandalf can only help her so much. He will and always has occupied the body of a male. His only rival is the Witch King of Angmar and Sauron himself. No one else challenges his power that we know of." Elrond said. Aragorn's face fell.
"Why do you tell me this?" Aragorn asked.
Elrond looked at Aragorn grimly. "She is in grave danger."
"Than let us hope her spirit helps her." Aragorn said softly.
Elrond understood what Aragorn meant and he nodded. "Aye, let us hope."
"Where are we going?" Elizabeth asked, slightly short of breath as Gandalf hurried to the highest level of the White City.
"I want you to stay with Pippin and the tower guard, understood?" Gandalf ordered. Elizabeth nodded.
"Yes," she said softly. "What's happening?"
Suddenly a rock hit the wall just behind her and Elizabeth screamed. Gandalf ignored the damage and continued up the stairs. The moment he saw Denethor, he hit him over the back with his staff.
"Prepare for battle!" he shouted to all of Minas Tirith. He turned to Elizabeth. "Stay with Pippin."
Gandalf left the upper level on Shadowfax and brought the soldiers back to their posts. Elizabeth watched from above with Pippin until suddenly she was aware that she and Pippin were following the tower guard into battle. But suddenly, the tower guard scattered and Pippin and Elizabeth were left alone together. The nine had arrived.
The terrible, high-pitched screech of the Witch King's dragon echoed over Minas Tirith and Elizabeth found herself in agonizing pain as she felt his blade once more. Not to mention the sound of the screech hurt her ears. Pippin leaned against the wall next to her, covering his ears and crying out. The screeching hurt him too. In fact, it hurt everybody.
The battle had begun.
Rocks crashed to the ground not a yard away from Pippin and Elizabeth. The two were shoved to the ground as citizens came rushing to escape. Finally, Pippin pulled himself and Elizabeth to their feet and headed in the direction that most of the soldiers were going. They staggered down the stairs, swords drawn but laying motionless in their hands.
"Peregrin Took!" Gandalf shouted. "Go back to the citadel! And take Elizabeth with you!"
"They called us out to fight." Pippin said, unable to believe all the killing around him.
But Elizabeth had been in Helm's Deep with Haldir. Only he was with Aragorn. She knew she had to be brave, but she liked the other choice much better: find a good hiding place and wait for the battle to end.
Suddenly another bridge fell onto the wall and more orcs came pouring out. One was headed straight for Elizabeth and Pippin. Pippin stood there, scared as a kitten, but Elizabeth brought her sword up and began utilizing the skills that Haldir had taught her.
Gandalf stepped in to help her also as the orcs ran towards the frightened hobbit. Gandalf killed one orc after another. Elizabeth killed a few, but came close to death several times only to be saved by Gandalf.
"This is no place for a hobbit," Gandalf said breathlessly. "Or a child."
Left and right, an orc or two fell to the ground after saying a very quick hello and goodbye to Elizabeth's elven sword. Gandalf was by her side, using not only his sword, but his staff as well. She thought he was a very good fighter and it made her happy to see that he was protecting she and Pippin.
Suddenly, movement caught Elizabeth's eyes. Gandalf's back was turned and an orc had chosen that moment to strike. She turned around and thrust her blade into its stomach at the same time Pippin did. Gandalf turned around to meet his foe and his sticky end, but found his foe dead and his life prolonged. Pippin stared at his blade but Elizabeth just smiled triumphantly.
"Guard of the Citadel, indeed." Gandalf said, smiling. "Now back, up the hill, both of you. Quickly—quick!"
Pippin nodded and pulled Elizabeth with him up the hill. Elizabeth watched her dearest friend as he turned away and continued to fight. She had to do something.
As she and Pippin headed up the stairs, a vision flashed before Elizabeth's eyes. She stopped dead in her tracks. She whispered frantically in elvish and then continued on her way.
"What was that?" Pippin asked.
"What? Oh, that funny stuff I was chanting?" Elizabeth asked.
"Yeah," Pippin answered.
"I don't know. I saw this huge hairy spider and then the words just came to me." Elizabeth said. "Sorry."
"No, it's ok," Pippin said. "Come on, we've got to keep going."
It was dark now. The fighting had been going on for hours. It was surprising how long both sides could hold out. Of course, with the amount of action the orcs did outside, they might as well just start themselves a 2 hour poker game. All they did was stand there and shout some rubbish about Grond. Elizabeth didn't understand what Grond was, but whatever it was, the army or orcs were beginning to sound like a broken tape recorder playing over and over and over again.
Elizabeth and Pippin stood on the highest level, looking out at the battle field and wondering what would happen next. Something caught Pippin's eye, though. The two short ones turned around and saw Denethor leading a group of people out of the houses of healing. Surely Faramir wasn't dead. He couldn't be.
But it was indeed Faramir that the servants were carrying away. Pippin motioned for Elizabeth to follow him as they in turn followed Denethor and his servants.
Pippin and Elizabeth crept slowly into the tomb-like room and saw Faramir lying on wood. Denethor's servants were surrounding him with wood. Oil was most likely nearby and the fire was already present. They were going to burn themselves alive.
As Pippin and Elizabeth entered the room, they heard Denethor talking to himself. Surely, this man was mad!
"He's not dead!" Pippin said loudly. Denethor looked up and saw the Hobbit and Elizabeth inside the room.
Denethor swiftly took both Pippin and Elizabeth by the backs of their shirts and dragged them out of the room.
"Farewell, Peregrin, son of Paladin, I release you from my service."
"NO! HE'S NOT DEAD!" Pippin and Elizabeth shouted together.
"Go now and die in whatever way seems best." Denethor said and shut the door in their faces.
Pippin and Elizabeth sat up. This time, it was Elizabeth who pulled Pippin to his feet and began leading him through the lower levels of the city. Wounded did not stop her frantic cries. For once, she ignored what scared her the most and searched frantically for her friend.
"GANDALF!" she cried. Pippin also began calling for the wizard.
The sun was coming out.
"WHERE IS GANDALF!" Pippin screamed.
"GANDALF!" Elizabeth yelled.
Finally they found him atop Shadowfax. They approached him quickly. Elizabeth pulled her sword to make sure no crazy creature came upon them from behind.
"Denethor has lost his mind!" Pippin shouted. "He's burning Faramir alive!"
Gandalf frowned worriedly. "Up! Quickly! Elizabeth, up!"
Elizabeth felt herself pulled onto Shadowfax and sat down in front of Pippin, but behind Gandalf. Suddenly she realized what was going on just as Shadowfax began to gallop. The Dream she'd had...the Witch King...Gandalf had to be warned!
"Gandalf, wait, the Witch King—"
"Hush, Elizabeth!" Gandalf cried. Elizabeth winced.
"But—"
But it was too late. They were going down THE corridor. The one in her dream. They came out and the Witch King stood before them. Shadowfax reared and Gandalf held his staff before him.
"Go back to the abyss!" Gandalf shouted. Elizabeth knew it. This was when she'd seen his death. But surely, she could stop it. Gandalf could not die. The Witch King on the other hand, well, she'd give him up for a lime tart (even though she hated them).
The Witch King hissed.
"Fall into the nothingness that awaits you and your master!" Gandalf shouted.
"Do you not know death when you see it, old man?" the Witch King asked. For some strange reason, Elizabeth's wound was not being afflicted at the moment. Perhaps it was because the monster was not flying and screeching at the same time.
Pippin screamed and hid his head, pushing his ear against Elizabeth's head. He didn't care if it hurt her, he didn't want to hear the foul King's voice.
"This is my hour!" the Witch King cried, pulling out his sword and lifting it into the sky. Fire seemed to be drawn from the sky to the sword and Elizabeth felt a slight pain coming upon her.
Elizabeth felt Gandalf raise his arms, in which he held his staff, for defense. Suddenly, Elizabeth knew his staff had broken and the three were thrown from Shadowfax. Gandalf lay flat on his back with Elizabeth behind him, but Pippin had quickly gotten to his feet and hugged the wall.
"Gandalf!" Pippin shouted. "Elizabeth!"
Gandalf struggled to get up, but the beast the king rode took a step forward and roared in his face, forcing the wizard back onto his back. Pippin rushed forward, pulling his sword and screaming. This was Elizabeth's chance. She pulled herself in front of Gandalf's tired form and waited until the monster was no longer focused on Pippin.
"You have failed," the King said. Suddenly Elizabeth stood up.
"NO!" she cried. "YOU SHALL NOT HAVE HIS LIFE AS YOU DID IN MY DREAM!"
"Elizabeth!" Gandalf shouted. "No, get out of the way!"
The Witch King laughed. "Silly girl. The master has interest in you. Perhaps I shall spare the wizard's life if you come with me."
Elizabeth looked at the Nazgul. "Will you?"
The Witch King smiled under his hood. "Of course,"
Gandalf's face became horrified as she slowly lowered her sword. Surely she knew that she was being manipulated, that the Witch King would kill he and Pippin as soon as she was captured.
"You promise?" Elizabeth asked. The Nazgul nodded.
"I promise." He said. Little did Elizabeth know that he had no intention of letting the old wizard live.
"Elizabeth, no! Do not let him win!" Gandalf shouted.
Elizabeth did not turn around and look at Gandalf. She simply raised her sword and thrust it into the flying beast's neck, causing it to rear and scream. The Witch King hissed and Gandalf breathed a sigh of relief softly.
"You're a liar!" she screamed.
"Cowardly wench!" the Nazgul yelled. His beast flung Elizabeth and her sword against the wall. She hit it straight on and sunk to the ground, unmoving.
Gandalf glanced at her and then looked back at the Nazgul. The Witch King was laughing.
"Foolish child you have there, old man. Had she used her powers against me, I would be dead." The Nazgul laughed. "You have failed for a second time and now the world of Men will fall."
He lifted his sword high and began to bring it down to destroy Gandalf, but a horn stopped him. It was the horn of Rohan. In a flash, the Nazgul lord and his beast were gone and were heading down to where the real battle was about to begin.
Gandalf struggled to his knees and crawled over to Elizabeth's still form. He touched her cheek gently and found it pale and cold.
"Elizabeth," he whispered. She did not respond, neither did she breath.
Suddenly a little ball of light emerged from inside Elizabeth's chest (it originally came from her heart) and formed the shape of a fairy.
Gandalf stared at it along with Pippin. The male fairy smiled. A crown was upon his head and he wore elegant robes to show his royalty.
"Gandalf," he said kindly. "I am Keshavan, the prince of faeries. Long ago, I was banished from my home world and given the task of helping Elizabeth with her destiny."
The prince of faeries looked at Elizabeth sadly. Gandalf wanted to ask Keshavan if she had died, but remained silent. Elizabeth looked strangely peaceful when she was sleeping or unconscious.
"She is dying. Not dead, no. But dying. And if you will not except my help, she will never live again."
Gandalf gazed down at his fallen friend. "Do what you must."
Keshavan nodded. He placed his hands on Elizabeth and murmured in his native faery language. It looked like the prince was struggling until the very end with Elizabeth's healing. Gandalf hoped that he would be successful.
Suddenly the prince withdrew and promptly turned back into a little ball of light and Elizabeth coughed. She sat up and looked at Gandalf.
"Are you ok, Gandalf!" she asked frantically. "Did you beat him?"
"No," Gandalf said seriously. "The horn of Rohan drew him away just as he was about to strike."
Elizabeth sighed in relief.
"Now hurry! We must make haste and save Faramir!" Gandalf said.
"But your staff." Elizabeth said, looking at one of the pieces. She picked it up and began chanting.
"Never mind about my staff," Gandalf said impatiently. "We have more important mat—"
The wizard stopped short in his words. His staff was reforming in Elizabeth's hands. She stopped chanting and handed it to her friend.
"There," she said. "Just like new."
Gandalf smiled down at the little girl that he'd first met in the Shire. But then his face grew serious. He pulled Pippin and Elizabeth onto Shadowfax and they galloped off to save Faramir's life.
((A/N: Well, I updated again. I'm very proud of this fic. But I think I'll rewrite a few of the beginning chapters. You know that feeling you have when you want something, but you can't figure out what it is? That's how I feelright now. So ya. I've been thinking and what exactly IS Gandalf to Elizabeth? He's not exactly a father figure because he loves her a lot more. I can't say he's a grandfather cuz that just doesn't sound right. So what is he?
Anywho, thanks to my reviewers:
(6 reviews) Nerwen Elendil (now known as Merle Elendil): Thanks for the review! And believe me, no matter how old you get, there is always someone older than you. So you're not old at all. In fact, you should consider yourself quite young! What are you confused about, hon? Just lemme know. Whatever it is, I'll explain it.
(1 review) Mirkwood's Dreamflower: ...I'm not...exactly sure what to say...did you want Haldir to die? Sorry about that...did you want me to die as well?...thanks for reviewing anyhow...
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(7 reviews) Ms Unknown: thanks for the compliments! Oh yes, I finally got the plot planned out and believe me, I think what happens to Elizabeth in the upcoming chapters will surprise a few of you. And maybe it won't, but I know that know one else has tried this. Ya, Haldir kinda wanted to intervene with Theoden's orders, but ya know, you've gotta maintain the peace. Uhm, actually I've changed that. She's going BACK to the Undying Lands at 15. The first time she goes there will be in this first story. Thanks again!
(8 reviews) Insane Child of the Night: Yes, poor Elizabeth indeed. I know these first reviewers reviewed quite a few chapters back (b'cuz I've been so darn lazy), so I'm sorry if you don't quite understand why I talk about Helm's Deep when I'm clearly in Minas Tirith at the moment. Anywho, yes, as you might have read, Elizabeth did fight in Helm's Deep although she was unsuccessfully kidnapped by the Uruk-Hai to be taken to Sauron. That was the first attempt. The second one was in this chapter when she was tempted by the "Dark Side" of Middle Earth/the Force. so many similarities when it comes to evil...anywho Holidays sooo rule...I didn't go to school today cuz my back hurt. Gosh, this is the fifth time I've been absent because of medical problems. Either the 7 years since I've been sick/injured are catching up with me or I'm doing something different. A new playmate? probably not...but I'll think about it!
(8 reviews) IwishChan: I'm glad you love this so much. I believe Eowyn sees a little bit of herself in Elizabeth when she is not allowed to fight. But unlike Eowyn, Elizabeth did something about it. Maybe I didn't stress that bit enough so that others could understand that. Well, I suppose that's the reason I'll be rewriting some of the chapters I don't like. Yes, bad Theoden, bad! Yes, there is some definite similarity between Eowyn and Elizabeth. Not only do their names start with 'E' but they are both girls and they are both not allowed to fight. Gosh, wouldn't it totally suck to be them? I mean, the frustration of knowing you could help win the battle but you're being kept in a "cage" because of one person!The servant is shy because she's like 8 years old and isn'tused to nobility treating her as an equal. Think about it. Wouldn't you be shy is the Queen of England begantreating you like an equal?Ya, flying is so cool! I need a better way to describe it though...it sounds corny when I do now...yep, I didn't think that Grima should've died. Although I have NO clue as to what he'll do now...maybe feeding the pigs will work...so ya...Elizabeth is in Minas Tirith...remember? Thanks for the reviews!
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