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Chapter sixteen
The siege part I
"Barricade the door! Quick!" shouted King Théoden.
More campers continued to push onto the door. Aragorn, Legolas, Anborn, Araglas, Bregolas, Aragorn I, and Arathorn II took more couches from the living room and shoved it in front of the main doors.
Amarië and Nimrodel stood on the top floor of Lammoth with cell phones and called down the placement of campers.
"We've got about twenty on the side entrance!" shouted Amarië in the cell phone to Kisha.
"Thanks Ama," Kisha replied.
Gwen, Arwen, the hobbits, Nerdanel, Goldberry, Gilrean, Lúthien, Celebrian, Galadriel, Eowyn, Ilmarë, and the female Valar and Maiar boarded up the windows with the bedroom doors from the second and third floors. They then pulled the beds, the dressers, and other personal effects from the room. They stored the personal effects on the second and third floor and used the dressers to block the doors, which they also locked.
"Do you think this will hold them?" Goldberry asked.
Gwen wiped the sweat from her face and stood up.
"I sure damn hope so." She replied.
Dior ran down the hall.
"More barricade materials are needed at the side entrance! They've almost broken through!"
"Damnit! Okay Lúthien and Eowyn, I need you to go up to the third floor and start pulling off doors and bringing down beds. Get a few others to help you if you need it. Gilrean and Nerdanel: go to the living room and pull out the remaining couches and chairs and bring them down to the side entrance. The rest of us are going to help block the door while we wait for you."
They nodded and went off into separate directions. Gwen and the rest of the group ran down the hallway to aid the blocking of the side door. It seemed as if it would buckle any minute now. Gwen thought she heard the sound of an axe chopping against the wood.
"Oh this is not good," Gwen exclaimed.
Yesterday at the beach the idea that Morgoth and Sauron would lead the campers in a revolt against the staff to get back at the hair cream seemed preposterous. But, somehow, Morgoth found a way. Gwen was glad that they sent a group over to the kitchen to pull out any non-perishable food items. The food was stocked on the second and third floor. They all had a plan that if the campers broke through the doors on the first floor they would retreat to the second and third. After that though, they could only pray to Ilúvatar that Morgoth and Sauron would have enough and knock it off.
Over in the main living room the Dúnedain were having an awful time keeping the doors closed. They had already lost Fëanor and his sons to the mob of campers. The eight of them thought they could engage the campers in single combat. They were captured and led off to Ilúvatar knows where.
"They've taken the theatre, the arts and crafts building, the garage, the Great Hall, the dining hall, and the kitchens! We've got nothing left except this building!" exclaimed Gil-Galad running down the hallway.
Gil-Galad, Elrond, Elendil, Elladan, Elrohir, and Elros had snuck out of Lammoth and spied on the campers and Morgoth and Sauron. They found their headquarters. Morgoth and Sauron were located on the top floor of the camper dorms. They even had their own place to store prisoners.
"Where's everyone else?" Aragorn asked.
Gil-Galad arrived in the living room. He had a massive cut above his head. He also had burses everywhere and looked like he had been to hell and back.
"They've been captured. I was the only one able to escape. They're being held with Fëanor and his sons in the Great Hall," Gil-Galad replied.
"Shit," King Théoden exclaimed in a very un-kingly way.
"I think camp life is really getting to him," Aragorn whispered to Gil-Galad.
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"I want you to attack on the south side and then send them a message telling them to surrender. If they don't then intensify the attacks until six, then quit for the night. Got it?" Sauron commanded to the general of the camper army.
Kash Durham nodded as if in a trance and turned to leave. After Kash had left, Sauron strode back to his chair in the living room. Morgoth sat next to him and watched the battle progress outside.
"We're so going to get in trouble for this," Sauron concluded.
Morgoth shrugged.
"What's the worse they can do? They've already attacked us with vegetables and hair removal cream."
"I'm sure Manwë will think of something."
"Well then think of an excuse for this attack aright?"
"Whatever I suggest it won't work."
"Shut up."
"No you shut up!"
Morgoth pushed Sauron off his chair.
"Don't tell me to shut up worm," Morgoth warned.
"Well if you weren't such an idiot then maybe I would. Everyone knows I'm the real power behind the throne!"
"Whatever," Morgoth replied as he rolled his eyes.
"Childish git…"
"Arrogant worm."
Sauron stood up and walked from the living room.
"I'm going to actually do something,"
"How about something useful," Morgoth suggested.
"Oh shove it up your…"
Morgoth jumped out of his chair.
"Don't finish that sentence!"
He exited the living room and then poked his head back in.
"Arse."
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The offensive stopped around six at night. The Tolkien characters in Lammoth gathered in the living room and sat on the floor eating a quick supper. Amarië and Nimrodel remained on the top floor as lookouts. Around five Morgoth had sent a messenger over with a note telling them to surrender or face the consequences. They sent the messenger back with their own note saying that they would never surrender. After that the offensive got stronger until six when it suddenly ceased. Gwen didn't think that Morgoth would attack them during the night. His armies happened to be teenage campers who needed sleep to function.
"We should sleep in shifts. Seven or eight people should be on watch for an hour and then shift to a different set of people," Aragorn said.
"Who wants first watch then?" Kisha asked.
It was then decided that Manwë, Tulkas, Ulmo, Eomer, Gandalf, Aragorn, Faramir, and Gimli would take first shift. After dinner the left over rations were brought to the second floor and locked up. Gwen went up to the third floor to join Amarië and Nimrodel.
"Anything new?" Gwen asked.
Amarië shook her head.
"No, except that it seems as if the campers have gone to bed. I don't think the Great Hall is being guarded by a lot of campers so you could run an offensive and rescue the prisoners," Amarië suggested.
Gwen nodded her head and smiled.
"Great idea, I'm going to go down and get together a crew. Keep your line open to my cell in case something changes okay?"
"Okay."
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"She's right. If we're going to do it we have got to do it now," Faramir added.
Gwen had come down from the third floor ten minutes ago and explained the situation to the group. After much deliberation they decided that it would be a good idea to rescue the prisoners. It was determined that Aragorn, Legolas, Gwen, Amroth, and Beren would go out and rescue them. Gwen kept her cell phone on and grabbed her hands free head set to keep in constant communication with Amarië.
They exited Lammoth through a side window not visible to the camper dorms. The five of them rounded out to the side and crouched waiting for Amarië's voice.
"Okay you're clear. There's no one near Lammoth," her calm voice said over the phone.
"Okay we're good. Let's go," whispered Gwen.
The five disappeared through the woods and emerged near the Great Hall. They could see the back of it. The lights were off and they waited.
"Ama, what do you see near the Great Hall?" Gwen asked.
"Nimrodel tells me that there are three in the front and two on the left side. The woods side is not being guarded. I don't know, it could be a trap," Amarië answered.
Gwen swore under her breath and paused for a moment.
"We're still going to go in. Let us know on any changes," she finally replied.
"Okay will do."
The five slinked up to the window and Legolas looked in.
"What do you see?" Aragorn whispered.
"They're there all right," Legolas whispered back.
"Well how do we get in?" Beren asked.
"There's a side door on the left side. It's being guarded but it's the best bet in," Gwen replied.
"Alright let's go then," Amroth said.
Gwen led them to the side and she looked around the corner. She quickly flattened against the back wall.
"How many?" whispered Legolas.
"Two at the moment," Gwen replied.
"Legolas and I could silence them real quick," Aragorn suggested with a smile.
Gwen shook her head and inwardly laughed. The whole situation reminded her of the television show 24. At the moment she felt like she was Jack Bauer and on a special rescue mission.
Today really does feel like the longest day of my life, she thought with a smile.
She was brought back to reality when she noticed that Aragorn was looking at her funny.
"You alright Gwen?" he asked.
She nodded her head and remembered what Aragorn had suggested.
"No killing, can you knock them out?" Gwen asked.
They nodded.
"And not alert the others?"
"We'll be as silent as a bird," Legolas promised.
"Some birds are not silent," Gwen whispered.
"We'll be the quiet kind," Aragorn replied.
The two waited for the two camper guards to turn around and they quietly snuck behind them. Fifteen seconds later the two were out like a light and Aragorn and Legolas pulled them towards the back of the Great Hall.
"Good job," Amroth said with a smile.
They shrugged.
"Twas nothing," Aragorn said.
"Is there anybody walking towards the left side?" Gwen asked Amarië.
"No, you're clear. The three in the front are at the other side. Once you go in I can only tell you whose coming. It could be an ambush inside there," Amarië answered.
"Thanks Ama, we'll be fine," Gwen said.
The five slide their way to the door. Gwen turned the handle and saw that it was locked.
"Oh that's not good," Beren commented.
"Don't worry. I have the key," Gwen said pulling a shiny key from her pocket. She unlocked the door and silently pushed it open. It was pitch black inside the room.
"I'm starting to think this is an ambush," Amroth whispered to Aragorn.
Gwen fumbled for her flashlight and flicked it on. She kept it pointing it downward as to not alert the outside guards. It flashed over Elrond's face and he stirred. His hands were bound.
"Shit," Gwen said bending over. She undid his hands.
"Okay they're here. Take your flashlights out, point them downward and undo their hands. Elrond's was bound so I'm sure everyone else's is."
The other four fanned out and found the rest of the staff.
"Gwen! I think they know you're in there! There's a group of twenty heading to the Great Hall! I think a few of them are Nazgul!" Amarië shouted over the phone.
"Damnit! Thanks Ama, you're a lifesaver. Okay everyone pick up the pace! We've got twenty bogies heading our way. There may even be Nazgul involved!"
Every time they found and undid the bounds of a captured person, they would tell them to run out through the side door and head back to Lammoth. The only ones left were Fëanor, Curufin, and Caranthir. Their bounds were tied on extra tight on both the hands and legs. It appeared as if they had already attempted escape.
They heard theturning of the front doors being opened.
"Throw them over your shoulder! We gotta get out of here!" Gwen whispered.
Legolas grabbed hold of Fëanor and threw him over his shoulder. Beren took Curufin and Amroth took Caranthir. Gwen and Aragorn took the front and waited for them to leave the Great Hall.
"Ten are at the front doors and five are heading to the left! Nimrodel tells me that three out of the five are Nazgul!" Amarië shouted over the phone.
"Bloody Ilúvatar! We have to get out of here now!" Gwen shouted.
Legolas, Beren, and Amroth escaped from the Great Hall and ran into woods. By the time Gwen and Aragorn made it outside the Nazgul were already there. They backed into the Great Hall and ran for the front door but that flew open and a group of seven campers led by Thuringwethil and Tim the Witch-King entered.
"This can't be good," Aragorn said.
Gwen nodded.
"You know I was just thinking the same thing."
"Maybe we can use a window?" whispered Aragorn.
Gwen nodded and the two ran across the Great Hall and began pounding on the glass of the window. Aragorn punched the window and the glass flew everywhere. His hand had already begun to bleed but he thought nothing of it as he jumped out of the Great Hall through the window. Gwen followed suit just missing Tim grabbing at her ankle. Aragorn and Gwen were off and running. Gwen knew they wouldn't make it back to Lammoth.
"Aragorn! Follow me! Don't ask questions!" Gwen whispered.
Aragorn gave her a very confused look but followed her none the less. The Nazgul gave up chase when they got deep into the woods.
"Don't come back to camp yet. The Nazgul have surrounded Lammoth," Amarië said over the phone.
"Don't worry I have a place for us to go," Gwen said. "I'm going to hang up the phone. Call me if you find out anything new."
"Okay, stay safe," Amarië said before hanging up the phone.
The two continued running until Gwen stopped suddenly in front of a tree.
"Okay climb up," Gwen said.
Aragorn looked around and couldn't find a way up. He looked at her confused.
"How?"
Gwen rolled her eyes and grabbed a rope that was swinging down. Aragorn didn't see it at first.
"Where did that come from?"
Gwen started climbing up. When she reached the top she motioned for Aragorn to come up. After he climbed up the tree and landed on the platform. Gwen pulled the rope into the tree. Aragorn looked around.
"What is this place?"
Gwen pulled out the blankets and pillows from the wooden box. She handed Aragorn a pillow and blanket.
"My friend and I made this three years ago. This is the second time I've had to use it this year. No one has ever found it. You're the only person besides my friend and I that have set foot here. Don't worry about keeping watch either."
"Are you sure that's wise?" Aragorn asked.
Gwen sat on the mattress.
"The last time I was here was when Morgoth and Sauron went after me the night everyone was drunk. They looked all over and couldn't find me."
"Oh."
"Good night. Tomorrow morning I'm sure we'll be able to sneak back into Lammoth," Gwen said pulling the blanket close.
"I'm sure we will," Aragorn agreed as he sat down. He examined his hand and wrapped part of his shirt that he had ripped off around his wound.
"It's like the lottery, hey you never know," Gwen said after she yawned.
"The what?" Aragorn asked.
Gwen shrugged.
"Oh never mind."
"No really, what's the lottery?"
Gwen rolled her eyes and sat back up.
"It's a very stupid game played by really stupid people. They give money for a handful of numbers and on certain nights on TV a lady, or gentlemen, pulls numbers from a big round circulating object and if you match all the numbers you win a lot of money. It's pointless really."
"Oh, have you ever won?" Aragorn asked.
Gwen shook her head.
"No, I only play when Kisha plays. We split the cost of the tickets," she replied.
"I see."
Gwen layed down on the mattress and sighed.
"Good night Aragorn."
"Night Gwen."
Gwen was almost asleep when she heard Aragorn's voice.
"Gwen, how much money would you win in the lottery?"
She let out a very frustrated scream.
"Can't you just go to bed?"
"I'm not tired."
"GAAA!" Gwen screeched. She was pretty sure the camp, and everyone within five miles, heard her fustrated scream.
"Was it something I said?" Aragorn asked.
"Just please go to bed!"