Hey all! New chapter up again, we're getting close to the end of this now! Just to add a little note, in this chapter I put in a note that I mention in this chapter about the death of Dori but put in one of the earlier chapters about him being alive, it wasn't until I looked it up the other day I knew that Dori actually dies a few years before the War of the Ring, which came as a total shock to me because I thought he was still alive! So I will be editing this story at some point and will be changing that to match this! I would also like to congratulate PotatoMonstah for being my 100th reviewer! Congrats and thank you for staying with me for so long! Even after the long pauses while I got better!
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The Battle of Pelennor Fields
We travel along the river for the rest of the day and through the night without any rest, all of us eager to get to Gondor before it is too late. I can only hope and pray that the men of Gondor are holding their own and that Théoden will get there in time.
I stand at the front of the ship alone for some time as I keep a look out, keeping watch for any enemies or just waiting until the White City comes into view. Feeling the comforting presence of Legolas beside me, I lean into him slightly as I keep my gaze fixed ahead.
"You'd think it would get easier, wouldn't you?" as he looks to me, I elaborate. "War. . .fighting. . .no matter how many times you have done it, you would think it would get easier. . .but it seems to get harder with each battle you go to."
"No one said war was ever easy, Faron. But, we go into it hoping for a brighter future, fighting for the peace the people deserve." he then looks to me again. "Is that not why you figh after all? To bring peace to Middle Earth once more?"
I smile as I nod. "It is. . .I just wish it could be simpler."
He smiles at me. "Nothing worthwhile ever is. Like you."
I grin as I look to my hand which he took into his own, lacing our fingers together. "Are you calling me complicated?"
"You were raised by dwarves, I believe that is complicated enough."
I giggle at this, grateful that Legolas could make me smile and laugh at a time like this.
"I will give you that one. I was raised by them and even I think they're complicated."
He chuckles as I lay my head on his shoulder as we sail down the river towards the battle.
A few hours later, Minas Tirith finally appears on the horizon. As we get closer to shore, the dead disappear and Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli and I duck out of sight of the Orcs that are swarming the port.
"Late, as usual! Pirate scum! There's work that needs doing." I hear one of the orcs shout out. "Come on, ya sea rats! Get out off your ships!"
Aragorn leaps off with a cry, followed closely by Legolas, Gimli and I, and onto land, in front of the orcs, who are quite surprised to see a man, two elves and a dwarf in front of them instead of the pirates. That surprise soon turns to amusement as we start stalking towards them.
"There are plenty for both of us! May the best dwarf win!" Gimli says to Legolas as he raises his axe.
I grin at this as I draw out my blades and we charge in for the attack, the dead army appearing behind us, which soon wipes the smirks of their faces as they are soon cut down.
The battle rages on, the tide turning on our side thanks to the dead army fighting with us. From next to me, I can hear Legolas counting as he kills the orcs, which makes me smile, even more so when I hear Gimli shouting his counts from by Aragorn.
"Fifteen, sixteen, Seventeen."
"Twenty-nine."
"Legolas really needs to catch up." I think to myself with a grin as I continue fighting side by side with Legolas.
I watch as both Aragorn and Gimli take down an orange coloured orc together.
"Faron! Legolas!" Aragorn suddenly yells.
Spinning around, Legolas and I see a Mûmakil running towards us. I dodge out of the way as Legolas runs straight to it, leaping on it and climbing on its back as it stomps off. As I'm fighting with Aragorn and Gimli, the Mûmakil that took off with Legolas soon returns towards us. Turning to it, I watch as the platform full of Easterlings falls right into the dead army before Legolas shoots the creature in the skull. As it falls, Legolas down its trunk. He lands softly on the ground, with a smirk, right in front of Gimli and I.
"It still only counts as one!"
I just laugh as we continue to take care of the stragglers, the army of the dead swarming the city to take care of the orcs there.
Killing the orc in front of me, I breath a sigh of relief as I stop and take a look around at everything. The fields are full of the bodies of orcs, men, Easterlings and a few Mûmakils. My heart goes out to the men of Rohan who bravely and selflessly gave their lives to bring us victory. I also think sadly of those waiting for them to return. . .but sadly they won't be.
"You alright, namad?" Gimli asks as he walks over to me.
I smile as I nod. "I'm fine, don't worry. Just. . .taking it all in."
He nods as he surveys the land with me. "Quite a battle we had."
"Yes, it was."
Aragorn and Legolas soon walk over.
"Are you both alright?" Aragorn asks.
We assure him that we're alright before we make our way towards Minas Tirith, the army of the dead soon gathering in front of Aragorn, the King in the front.
"Release us." the King orders Aragorn.
Looking to him, I see Aragorn hesitating and I fear he's going to go back on his word.
"Bad idea." Gimli grumbles, causing the King of the dead to glare at the dwarf. "Very handy in a tight spot, these lads, despite the fact they're dead."
I do agree with Gimli there, they are handy in a tight spot, we could have done with them in the Battle of the Five Armies. But as I think about this, I also think about the fact of my father going back on his word to the people of Dale and just hope Aragorn won't do the same.
"You gave us your word!"
"I hold your oath fulfilled. Go, be at peace."
The King smiles, a weight seeming to have been lifted from his shoulders as he and his army dissipates into the wind.
Turning around, we see Gandalf and Pippin standing behind us. Gandalf bows to the new king. The search begins among the bodies to look for any survivors. As I'm shouting, I look up as I hear a screaming to see Èomer falling to his knees and pulling a body towards him. I gasp as I see it's his sister, Èowyn. Aragorn and I immediately rush over, we find she's alive but unconscious. Aragorn takes her to Minas Tirith, Èomer following. After watching them leave, I look to where she was laying and my heart drops as I see the body of Theoden, his dead horse covering half of his body.
"Théoden. . ."
I fall to my knees, closing his still open eyes as I silently weeping for my friend. The friend I saw grow from a young boy to the fine man he became. I was there for him when his father died, when he lost his wife as she birthed their son, when his sister and father-in-law died and we fought many times together.
Feeling a hand on my shoulder, I look up to see Gandalf standing behind me, his face full of grief as he looks on at his friend. I stand by his side as we both look on the King of Rohan.
"He is with his family now." I speak my thoughts aloud.
Gandalf squeezes my shoulder slightly. "That he is. How are you doing, my dear?"
I let out a breath of air. "Exhausted. Emotionally more than physically. But, I know it's not over yet. I'll be fine."
He nods as he looks to me. "I'm relieved you are alright, Faron."
I smile at him. "As am I for you."
He smiles back as he turns and walks towards the White City. I decide to stay outside as Legolas and Gimli follow to see if there's anything more I can do out here. After giving another glance to Théoden, I walk away.
Day soon turns to night and I've helped gather the survivors together with the rest of the men from Rohan as they take them to the city when I hear my name being called. Looking around, I see Pippin looking at me, kneeling beside the body of a dead Mûmakil. Running over, I stop for a moment as I see Merry injured on the ground.
"Merry!" I shout as I fall beside him.
The hobbit looks up to me and smiles. "Faron. . .you're alive."
I smile as I gently place a hand on his cheek. "Yes. I'm so relieved to see you alive. . .both of you." I finish as I smile at Pippin, who smiles back.
Gathering Merry into my arms, I stand and go back to the city with Pippin right behind me. Reaching the top level of the city and get Merry to the Healer's and set him down on one of the beds where the Healer starts to heal him. From where I am, I see Èomer and Èowyn, luckily, Èowyn looks to be alright.
That night, I'm given a spare room to sleep. Changing into a nightgown I am given, I lay down on my back on the bed and just think about the past few months and what has happened. What comes to the forefront is Moria and finding out about Balin, Oin and little Ori. I mostly think about poor Nori in Erebor, hoping beyond hope for some news about his little brother, the only family he has left since Dori passed away a few years before. This is going to kill him. . .how can I give news like that to him as well as Dwalin and Gloin. I sigh before turning onto my sleep and fall into a restless sleep.
The next day, Aragorn, Gandalf, Legols, Gimli, Èomer and I are standing in the Throne Room as we are in council.
"Frodo has passed beyond my sight. The darkness is deepening." Gandalf says.
Aragorn, who is standing with his arms folded and back to us speaks up. "If Sauron had the Ring we would know it."
"It's only a matter of time. He has suffered a defeat, yes, but behind the walls of Mordor our enemy is regrouping."
Gimli sits on the steward's throne, puffing on a pipe. "Let him stay there. Let him rot! Why should we care?"
"Because ten thousand Orcs now stand between Frodo and Mount Doom. I've sent him to his death."
Aragorn turns to the wizard. "No. There's still hope for Frodo. He needs time, and safe passage across the Plains of Gorgoroth. We can give him that."
"How?" Gimli asks
"Draw out Sauron's armies. Empty his lands. Then we gather our full strength and march on the Black Gate."
Gimli ends up choking as he takes a puff from his pipe.
"We cannot achieve victory through strength of arms." Èomer points out as he steps forward.
"Not for ourselves, but we can give Frodo his chance if we keep Sauron's Eye fixed upon us. Keep him blind to all else that moves."
"A diversion." Legolas and I say at the same time.
"Certainty of death. Small chance of success. What are we waiting for?" Gimli says.
Gandalf turns to Aragorn. "Sauron will suspect a trap. He will not take the bait."
"Oh, I think he will."
That night, preparations a prepared for us to march upon the Black Gate before we all sleep and ready for the battle to end it all.
That's it for this chapter, just got a couple more to go until the later life of Faron is complete! After that, I'll be writing up a prequel, deleting A Light in the Darkness and redoing it to add onto the prequel and making that one long story for you, so enjjoy A Light in the Darkness for now before I do take it down. Please R&R and I'll see you again soon!
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Namad - sister