Chapter Fourteen: Minas Tirith
The sun rose to find them sailing with a strong wind. A strange feeling was in the air, giving Kendra an uneasy feeling. She had slept a little after her conversation with the King of the Dead. She had had no dreams, which was a first. Now, she sat on the side of the ship and watched the sky. She couldn't explain it but there was something evil in the air. It seemed to be all around her but she didn't know from whence it came. Everyone was on edge, even the dead seemed to sense something.
"Will you be ready to fight once we land?" Aragorn asked her, sitting down beside her.
"I will be. What is the plan?"
"We are going to hide when we first pull up. I have a feeling that we will be met at the docks by orcs or something else."
"Are orcs just like uruk-hai?"
"Not as bad. Uruk-hai are stronger than orcs, but they are still just as bad."
"Lovely."
"We are going to have the element of surprise, so it won't be so bad."
"That's a comforting thought, Aragorn."
"Glad you agree."
"So what are we going to do? Jump over the side and start striding towards them like we own the battlefield?" Kendra asked, a bit of sarcasm in her voice.
"I never thought of that," Aragorn answered, looking extremely thoughtful.
"I didn't mean for you to take it seriously," Kendra suddenly said, trying to get Aragorn not to take her seriously.
"Aragorn, we are coming up to the docks."
"Here we go."
"Late as usual. Come on, you sea rats. Get off your ships!" a harsh voice shouted.
Other voices joined in and soon it sounded like a mob. Aragorn was soon up and over the side of the ship. Legolas, Gimli, and Kendra followed. There were about fifty orcs standing there, not counting the many that could be seen a little further behind them. The four of them started towards the orcs, who seemed shocked to see a man, a woman, an elf, and a dwarf instead of the Corsairs. The Army of the Dead soon caused the orcs to run. And Kendra saw the besieged city of Minas Tirith for the first time.