Chapter Seventeen: Plans
Kendra found herself standing in the throne room of Minas Tirith. This throne room was totally different from the Rohirrim throne room. The ceiling was high and the colors were white and black, not the earthy colors that the Rohirrim favored. Everything seemed to be militaristic in its making. There was nothing that would give comfort or ease a person's heart here.
They had been standing here, for about half an hour now, trying to come up with a way to help Frodo get through to Mount Doom. There were still scores of orcs in Mordor, not to mention the rest of the Ringwraiths. They had to do something that would help Frodo and Sam.
"No. There is still hope. He needs time and safe passage across the plains of Gorogoroth."
"How?" Gimli asked.
"Draw out Sauron's army. Then we gather our full strength and march on the Black Gates," Aragorn finally suggested.
"A diversion," Legolas simplified it.
"Certainty of death, small chance of success. What are we waiting for?" Gimli asked.
"How do we know that Sauron will take the bait?" Gandalf asked, fear for Frodo evident.
"Oh, I think he will," was all that Aragorn said.
The next morning, they were riding towards the Black Gates of Mordor. It was the combined armies of Rohan and Gondor. Leading Rohan was their new king, Eomer, for Theoden had fallen on the battlefield. Aragorn was dressed in the livery of Gondor and led her army. It was truly impressive to see the two armies marching as one, just like they used to many years ago. It was going to be a hard fought battle for now the men of Gondor and Rohan had tasted victory and they wanted it to be a true victory.