Chapter Seven: The Waiting Game

The next days were nothing more than waiting. Gandalf had to get to Minas Tirith and speak to Denethor, the Steward of Gondor. What Kendra had heard of him, he didn't believe that the king had any right to return to the throne of Gondor. Aragorn had told her about his time in Minas Tirith, serving under the Steward, Ecthelion, Denethor's father. He had been a little more open than his son. And Kendra didn't believe that the shadow of Mordor was the excuse that had made Denethor different from his father.

Besides being told about Minas Tirith, and how different it was from Rohan, Kendra worked on her fighting. She knew her tactics would have to change for fighting here. While fighting in her home streets, most of her tactics were run, turn, strike, turn, and run again. They would fight over short distances, trying to avoid going out into the open. It was going out in the open that had killed her team.

Working with Aragorn and Legolas, she learned to use a sword and bow. Also, her knife skills improved as she sparred with Legolas. On several occasions, she had gotten a hit in against him. But Legolas was still her better, being that he was far older than her. When she wasn't working with them, she would find a quiet place and work with her powers.

Today was one of those days, finding her just outside the gates of Edoras. She was working on her wind powers. The winds that traveled over the plains were wild, but she was slowly working on gathering a small part of the wind and creating a wind funnel. Soon, the wind funnel was about waist height before she let it go.

"Impressive," a voice said from behind her.

Kendra turned to face Aragorn, who was standing there with a cloak over his shoulders. He was also holding her coat, which she had laid down while she practiced.

"Not really," Kendra said, walking towards him.

He handed her coat over and started walking back with her into the city. They moved silently through the city.

Finally, "Why did you not go with Gandalf?"

Kendra looked over at Aragorn.

"You know you do not have to stay with us. You could have gone with him and seen Minas Tirith before it was attacked."

"Yes, and then been caught in the city when it was attacked. What would they do when they are attacked?"

"Close and bar the main gates. Fight from the walls."

"I would prefer to be out in the midst of things, fighting close, not from afar."

"Is that why you are traveling with us?"

"I have this feeling that I will see more interesting things if I travel with you."

"Among your powers, you don't happen to see the future, do you?" Aragorn asked, laughter evident in his voice.

Kendra shook her head, "No. Just call it a sixth sense. You seem to have a knack for finding interesting things."

That finished that conversation for a while. They continued walking in silence.