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Chapter 31
The Alpha of the Omega
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Emily's POV
The moon rose like a great orange disk riding on the mountain tops. It immediately drew the eye and I found my own fixed on it in a kind of morbid fascination. It was the deep crimson of blood, and considering what the men were riding out to do the next day, it seemed horribly appropriate.
All evening as Barbie, Faramir and I watched the armies or what was left of them, massed in preparation for departure. Barbie was in the armory being fitted with new weapons and some loose fitting trousers and shirt. Boromir said that she must wear men's clothing in the battle because she would be a prime target in a dress.
So she appeared in a shirt two size too big and somewhat baggy leggings, (I hate that word, I think I shall just call them pants.) Over the shirt she wore a flattering leather vest that kept all the extra material from getting in her way. She wore her hair in thick braids crossed over her head and a new sword hung from her hip.
"Well…you look interesting." I said. She shrugged and said, "It feels odd to wear pants, I mean I haven't worn them since I was four!"
"You know what Boromir said." I answered. I nodded to the other girls as we packed food packages.
"Oh, I know why it's okay. I just keep getting disapproving glances from all the men and women in the city."
"I can't say I envy you." I said, trying not to look smug as I smoothed my skirt down. I was helping the girls and so I had found a ordinary gown like the servants. Much better.
"Sure, just rub it in." Barbie tossed back. Just then Elrohir and Elladan came up the stairs and Barbie squeaked and hide behind me.
"Just pretend I'm not here." she whispered. I struggled not to laugh as the twins approached.
Throwing aside the silly jokes, and youthful behavior they were all elf now. They had fastened their crowns on their foreheads and grey cloaks were pinned at the shoulder with a bright star like brooch. I noticed that most of the girls paused to cast them an admiring glance. I had to admit, they were terribly good looking.
"Good evening, Lords." I greeted, they bowed as one person and I returned it. Then before things got too formal I said, "You have lovely crowns, are those diamonds?"
"No, they're stars." Elladan answered, he lifted the crown off his head and held it out to me. I felt Barbie jab me in the ribs, I knew she was jealous that I got such a close look. I kicked her silently and she subsided.
"I've never seen anything like it." I said, "They glow all by themselves. Who made them?"
"My Atar said that Celebrimbor did, but even he is uncertain." Elrohir chipped in. "Lord Cirdan gave them to my Atar after the death of Gil-Galad, and when his Kingship was proclaimed."
"I never did quite work that one out. How is it that your father was made King?"
Before either of the twins could answer Legolas and Gimli appeared out of nowhere and Legolas said, "I have the answer to that, and if Barbara was around I could tell her…"
"I'm right here!" she announced and sprang out of hiding. All the four men's mouth's fell open and Gimli spluttered, "A girl! In men's clothing!"
In a flash Elladan had covered her in his long cloak and all the other men had turned away in seeming embarrassment. Barbie stood there in the elf's overly long cloak and looked confusedly from me to them.
I burst out laughing and wheezed, "Oh Valar help me! You should see your faces!"
All the ears of the elves and the back of Gimli's neck were a charming shade of red. Barbie's face matched it too. I was pleased, (although I was laughing rudely at it) a perfect example of Medieval modesty. It was a beautiful thing to see the men trying to preserve my sister's modesty.
"Uh, guys. I think it's safe to turn around. She's completely covered from head to toe." I said.
"I think that maybe I should ask Boromir if I can just wear my jean skirt." Barbie began.
"No, I think that you should just keep yourself heavily cloaked though." Boromir's voice came out of the darkness. He gazed at the backs of his comrades and at Barbie's miserable figure and I could see a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. I mean, he might have been smiling, but it was dark and I just couldn't tell.
"Lady Barbara, if you wish to remain in your own clothing till departure I think that would be fine." he finally said. Barbie breathed a sigh of relief and hurried toward the house stopping behind Elladan to say, "I'll return this later."
"Very well." he returned calmly.
"You can all go now if you want." Boromir said. He stood with his arms crossed behind his back, like a general in command. As if he had said, "At ease men." all the embarrassed elves and dwarf sagged in their stance and made their way toward the steps. Just as they reached them Legolas turned and said smarmily, "What if I want to stay?"
"You can all go." Boromir said emphasizing the words "all" and "go" with a glare. The maids filed away tiredly as snickers went around as the men followed, Gimli said something that made them all laugh loudly.
"Someday that dwarf will say something that…ufp." I had started to say something, but I don't remember what it was. At least not anymore, because I found myself in a rather interesting kiss.
I wrapped my arms around Boromir's neck and returned it happily. We never had enough time together and they were leaving tomorrow. (Sometimes I really hate Sauron, but perhaps not for the reason one would first think of.) His arms snuggly around my waist, I felt loved. (Sighs happily.) He pulled away and buried his face in my hair.
"You're beard scratches my lips when you kiss me." I said. He chuckled deep in his throat and said, "Should I never kiss you again? Because my beard comes first in this relationship you know."
"My marriage ruined already?" I asked planting a kiss on his temple. His arms tightened around me, and I announced to the waiting food packs, "That's right my lords, my husband loves his beard more then me."
He kissed me again and only when we remembered that we needed to breath did it end. I sighed and leaned against his chest. I was quite happily married. As always he began playing with my hair that was just pass my shoulders now.
"At least I don't look like Aragorn anymore." I said.
"What? Look like Aragorn? I should say not." Boromir said, "You're lovely."
"Thank you. You're a bit of alright yourself." I answered.
He frowned slightly and said, "Only a bit?"
"Well, perhaps more then a bit." I teased. He laid his cheek against my hair and said rather unromantically, "You smell like my mother's closet."
"I'm wearing her clothes. But how would you know what your mother's closet smells like?" I asked. I looked into his laughing brown eyes and he said, "Whenever Faramir or I were in trouble and we didn't want to get punished we'd hide in mother's closet. It was the only place no one ever looked."
"But you weren't a bad boy, were you?" I asked. He feigned shock and said, "Of course not."
"Actually, I was in more trouble then Faramir. Father," and here his voice caught, "Said that it was in my nature to seek out mischief."
"When will you tell him? About your father, I mean?"
"He already knows. Aragorn said that we should wait, but I know Faramir would do more harm to himself if he was tormented by not knowing." Boromir answered.
"How did he take it?"
"As well as you can take finding out that your own father tried to kill you. Thank God Pippin and Beregond were there!" a shudder went through Boromir and I smoothed my hand along his face saying, "You look exhausted, you should try to sleep before tomorrow."
He shook his head a few stubborn hairs falling into his eyes, "I can't, there is so much to be done before we can ride. Aragorn wants to leave before sun rise, I should be down there even now."
I kissed him again and said, "Thank you for visiting me, it does get a bit wearisome to have nothing to do in helping you."
He considered me a moment and toying with my hair said softly, "You've done so much already that more is not required. Go rest and for Valar sake don't let any of the men see Barbara in that outfit until it's too late to return to Gondor!"
He gave me another peck on the lips, a wave and headed for the next level gate of the city. Things were going to be horrible once they rode away, especially for me.
Because I wasn't going.
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The Dark Lady Of Rohan's POV
"Excuse me…"
I turned away from my horse. A tall person in Swan Knight armor, was staring at me.
"I hate to bother you, but do you know where Prince Imrahil's banner is? I can't seem to find my place."
"I have no idea." I sighed "Weren't you here five minutes ago?"
"I'm not sure…" he trailed, and clanked away, looking confused.
I turned back to my horse, and began to tighten the straps. I had been up since early morning, and every minute since breakfast had been one of hurrying, scurrying confusion. The situation with the Swan Knight was a common one, as all the men attempted to find their proper places.
For the life of me, I couldn't see why everyone could just line up and start the march. It had to be nearly noon, and it didn't seem like we were going anywhere soon.
"Excuse me?"
I turned around again, to see the same Swan Knight standing there.
"I was looking for Prince Imrahil's banner you see, and I was wondering if you had any idea where it was." he said hopefully.
"No, I don't. I'm with the Rohirrim." I said tersely.
"Oh. Thanks anyway."
Once more the solider wandered off, losing himself in the crowds of people, saddling their horses, slinging on packs, and testing weapons. I had seen Aragorn somewhere earlier, but in this jam of people, I had lost everyone, especially since I had to be the shortest person marching to Mordor, and everyone else seemed to be six-six.
Jackie Chan (my horse) shifted uneasily, and was trying to back away from me. Someone cursed, and came charging around him.
"Your deleted animal just stepped on my foot! If you can't handle a horse…" the Rohirric soldier trailed slowly off. His eyes bulged when he realized that I was a girl.
"I didn't know…" he stuttered, all colour draining from his face "You see, I thought…"
"Never mind." I said "I should've had better control of Jackie. He's a little skittish sometimes. I hope your foot's ok."
"It's fine." he said immediately, and began to edge away "Don't worry about it."
With that, he disappeared.
"Looks like we're never going to be going here." I told Jackie "Everyone seems to be-"
"Excuse me?"
I had a feeling I knew who this was going to be.
"Yes!" I snapped, glaring at the Swan Knight "What is it this time?"
"I was just looking for Prince Imrahil's banner, and I was hoping that someone here might be able to direct me to it." he said, and leaned forward expectantly.
"No!" I exploded "You asked two minutes ago!"
He jumped away, and gave me a look that clearly said that he thought I was crazy.
"Very well." he muttered, with an air of offended dignity, and marched away.
"Weirdo." I shook my head in disgust.
To tell the truth, I had nothing left to do. I had checked all my supplies. One clean shirt, check, two full canteens, check, food, check, extra knife, a roll of bandages I had pinched from the Ward of Healing, and ( my personal favorite) a whetting stone.
My saddle was secure, the reins were looped securely around the saddle horn, and I was simply waiting for the signal horn to be blown. Jackie tried to shift again, but I tightened my hand on the cheek strap, and pulled him up short. I wasn't up to a repeat of the earlier incident with the Rohirrim soldier.
"Excuse me?"
I didn't even turn around this time, but gritted out
"No. I do not know where Prince Imrahil's banner is, but I hear they're giving out brains at the armory, why don't you try there?"
"Oh, thank you, I hadn't thought of that." was the unbelievable answer. The familiar clunking noise of the Swan Knight faded.
"I think I'm starting to lose my temper." I muttered to Jackie, who snuffled sympathetically, and leaning over, stepped on my foot.
"Of all the! You-you!" my courage deserted me "You stupid animal!" I finished lamely. I bit my lip, and resisted the urge to begin hopping up and down in pain as my foot throbbed mercilessly.
Therefore, it was not a silly reaction, when, a polite "Excuse me?" interrupted my thoughts, that I whirled around.
"Get away from me!" I yelled "Back off!"
The hapless Swan Knight's mouth fell open.
"I was just…" he began miserably
"Away from me!" I ordered, pointing dramatically "Demon!"
The Knight's face fell, and he walked away, with a distinct air of wounded dejection.
When finally it seemed that I was to be left to myself, gentle tapping on my shoulder assured me that I was not. Prince Imrahil himself loomed over me. The same, delighted, smile he always wore light his face as he said cheerfully
"Ah, hello Barbara, I'm so glad they let you come. Now, I was just wondering if you could give me some directions. The blamed herald who's supposed to have my banner doesn't seem to be anywhere, and I thought perhaps you knew where…"
At the look on my face, he began to back away hastily.
"Never mind!" he said, bumping into people in his hurry "I think I'll go look in the armory!"
At the very moment I was about to launch myself in his direction, the signal came. A long, clear note from a Gondorian horn rang out through the air. Everyone stopped, and stillness swept over the jostling hordes of men, and horses. There was a pause, until it was blown again.
Then with a snap the stillness was broken as everyone began to move at once. I swung onto Jackie, trying to remember Eomer's orders to his men that morning. There was confusion when one Gondorian soldier bumbled into our ranks, and more cursing, and some laughter as the embarrassed rider found his correct place.
"This is it." I whispered to Jackie, who was already tensing.
"It" did not actually come until ten minutes later, when Imrahil's deleted! herald made his flustered arrival, and the silky banner floated to the head of the Swan Knights, beside Imrahil's horse.
The horn was blown one last time. The horses began to move.
The march to Mordor had begun.
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Emily's POV
I gave my sword to Hadrien.
I knew that he would need it and since he understood what it said I figured it would be best to hand it over to him. Oh, and he knew how to use it.
I had found him arguing with Kessla in the Houses of Healing. She was trying to convince the warden that he should stay and Hadrien was afraid she was succeed.
"But Lord Hadrien you could be killed if you go to war with a wound!" she said her hands on her hips.
"So could any man whose going to war tomorrow. I will not be kept back by a mere scratch." Hadrien said moving his arms around to show that he was well.
"But your…you…I…" Kessla looked at the Warden helplessly. He shrugged and said, "He's right dear. I can say that for a bad a wound as he received he healed wonderfully fast, thanks to Lord Elfstone."
Hadrien looked happily at the girl who broke into tears and said, "Then go to war and die, see if I care!" and she ran off down the hall her long curly hair bouncing behind her.
"Well, that went great." I said. They both bowed respectfully and I said, "The sword suits you well Hadrien."
He touched the curved hilt gently and said, "I thank you my Lady, I have never had such a fine weapon in my life."
"But I hear that Lord Boromir had to force you to take it." I teased. Hadrien blushed, the Warden cuffed him lightly and said, "What? You would pass up such a wonderful gift?"
The Warden clucked his tongue and muttered something about the "foolishness of youth." Eomer came sweeping down the hallway in full dress armor clanking and jingling as he went. He saw Hadrien and said, "Aha! Keeper, I am glad to see that you may join us. How fairs your health?"
"I am very well Sire. The Lord Elfstone healed me as I slept." Hadrien answered proudly. The Warden sighed with exaggerated disgust, he was tried of hearing what a wonderful healer Aragorn was. I had to feel bad for the poor guy, imagine working hard at your job all your life and suddenly a seeming upstart replaces you in a minute. Poor old guy.
I came back to earth when Eomer and Hadrien bade me farewell.
"Oh, yes, goodbye. The Valar be with you." I said. They had reached the door when Hadrien came running back and said, "My Lady may I speak to you a moment?"
"I have to be going, the battalion will be massing soon and I still have to find all my men. Goodbye Lady Emily and fare well." He turned to go and as if remembering something said, "Remember me will you?"
"Certainly." I said. He nodded once and ran after Eomer. I would go down to the fields soon. The men were leaving and I wanted to be right there when they left.
It's not about me anymore, it's everyone. Everyday Frodo and Sam walk and stumble closer to Mordor.
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Frodo's POV
Nothing existed before the Ring.
I live and breath for the Ring. Everything I have done over the past months has been for the Ring. As I walk my hand grasps it, as I breath my lungs are filled with the smell of the hot metal in my palm.
All my senses are failing me as I come closer to the mountain, every sensation is painful. The back of my neck is deeply cut and crusted with scab from the biting chain. The chain, where did it come from? I don't remember, just the Ring.
Always the Ring.
I must destroy it…I must. The horrible, black mountain, belching fire and ash high into the air. I must get there, I must crawl my way there.
"Here, have some water." a voice at my elbow says. What? Who is this? Sam?
He is still with me then? I thought I'd lost him long ago, the Ring had said he'd left me.
The Ring, I must protect the Ring!
Stale acrid water flows passed my lips and I swallow the fluid and am suddenly aware that my lips are parched, cracked and bleeding. I look at Sam and his face blurs slightly, my eyes are weak.
"Mr. Frodo? Come on we have to keep going, we're nearly there." he says. A strong hand grips my arm, pulling me up. I lean against the strong one, and think only of the Ring.
I must go on because of the Ring
For the Ring
The Ring.
Always the Ring.
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Sam's POV.
Frodo is grasping more and more tightly to my arm. But his hand is cold, and fragile, almost transparent.
I'm trying my best to support him, but every time I come nearer, he shies away, eyes brightening with fear. He doesn't realize that his grip on the Ring is so tight, blood is slowly seeping from between his clenched palm, and whitened knuckles. I'm not sure he knows, anything, now.
Not even you
I try to ignore the poisonous whisper, but I can't. He doesn't know me, even though I've been with him, since the start. I was there when he started to change. Suspicious, fearful, angry, questioning and accusing.
And now that is all gone. He doesn't even pull away when I put my arm around him, half-dragging, half-carrying him up the mountain.
I'm not sure I could help him, but for the memories. Over the harsh, cracked ground, the Shire's green meadows arise. Farmer Maggot's fields are there also, the faint rustling indicating that Merry and Pippin fear no hobbit, punishment, or pitchfork. And my garden, my poor garden is there too.
This is the only way I can continue on, or the weight of the land would come crashing down on me, as it has on Frodo. The thought repeats itself. He doesn't see the meadows, or the fields. For him, the choking heat and weariness are not lightened by the thought of past rains, or the clean, sweet smell of the earth afterwards.
Frodo is gone. It's not really him you know
It has to be the Ring. The possession that now possess the owner, stranding him with no thought, but of itself. No love, but for itself, no self but itself.
You are strong Sam, you could return to the Shire
"No." I grit out, blinking away dust from my eyes "I made a promise."
Frodo, his hand, dusty with drying blood, tightens around the Ring. Defensive reaction, he's protecting it from an enemy. No, the Ring is defending itself. Frodo is the tool, but he is there. Frodo is there.
It is for him that I go on.
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Aragorn's POV
I do not know what strength lies in my blood, but I will not let the white city fall. I look at the young and old men, the dwarf, and my brothers. I see Legolas proud and ready for battle. Barbara sorry to leave her sister behind. I see Imrahil and his singing knights.
I see Boromir with the men, heartening them onward and casting encouragement my way. He is a friend true and solid. I see Pippin with Gandalf, his little face a study of emotion. Calmly Gandalf rides, his staff held high.
Eomer, grief stricken yet at my side a tower of might and faithfulness. His banner flying beside that of mine. We ride forward, ever forward toward the black lands and yet I feel ready. I have done all that I can do and now Frodo holds our lives in his hands. I can only pray that they made it through unharmed.
The continual sound of the trumpets and heralds calling and shouting, shatter the evil quiet of Mordor's outer lands. My hand grips my sword hilt. These are no longer Sauron's lands, but the lands of my fathers, and their fathers before them.
These are my lands!
This is the reason I was born, this is the time. I have reached the point of no turning back. I will go on to the end. It is in my blood to do so, and I can never fail while I follow it. Ilúvatar has given me strength and I will use it. Even if I die, I will gladly do it for my people.
"Estel? Are you well?" Legolas's voice breaks my reverie. His ageless face is crossed with concern.
"No, I am fine. I ache to think of all the evil dwelling here where Gondor's people should be flourishing."
"I know, I feel it too." He scans the sky as the sunlight flickers. "They hunt us even now." he whispers.
The Nazgul." I answer bitterly, "They may carry news of us back to their master so he may fear in his tower."
"I should say!" Imrahil's rich voice booms behind me. He calls to the heralds and gives them a new call. "Say not, "The Lords of Gondor" but the King Elessar! It will give the enemy more food for thought if they use that name!"
The heralds cried and Boromir roused the men and Eomer's trumpeters joined the call. Cheering and shouting broke out as they called my name to all of the enemies of freedom.
Truly I have been the most blessed of all my kin to have such mighty men behind me in this…the last fight for Middle earth.