Part 2 of Walking the Path
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Oh and a note about spelling English (Australian) vs. English (American) I'm Australian so if you are American expect the odd word to be 'wrong' here and there depending of course on your point of view...
Many thanks must go to Imperator for his help with this chapter.
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He needed to plan out his moves carefully. His sorcerers were scattered and the survivors would take time to heed his call. He had initially hoped to chain the spirits of fire that were the Balrog as his weapon of victory, but he had failed. His enemies were too well prepared and with the cursed wizards to counter his sorcery his old plan was too perilous. Now he needed a new plan.
The stone of the hapless…how apt. His brethren could have secured all the items needed to defeat Morgoth, but they had ignored the most important. Buried on the breast of its fallen owner, waiting for a willing hand to reshape its fate.
Chapter 8
Havens of Umbar
Kale cursed as he slid in the loose gravel and nearly fell. His still tender hands were not up to the task of supporting his weight and he nearly ended up face first in the gravel. The barren foothills of Umbar were not ideally suited to walking, but he had not wanted to risk flying any closer, unsure as to what sort of 'official' welcome he might receive. He had an agent in the city that should have already dispatched several ships but given his reverses in Angmar...well, treachery was a well-used tool in the service of Mordor.
So he had landed well out of sight of the road and well away from any of the slave farms before transforming and making his way toward the road that led to the port. There he would see just how loyal his pet sorcerer had remained. Zavek would certainly speed up the process of securing a ship and crew but, if he was uncertain, then he would have to reunite him with his fallen brethren.
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Isengard
"We have never been there so we can't apparate and Tol Morwen is too far to fly so that means a ship," said Luna.
Gandalf didn't need to consider for long, "The Havens would be our best choice. Círdan has the fastest ships still sailing in Middle Earth and the best sailors."
"Good. Then we need to move. I fear that he has far too much of a head start on us at it is," added Harry.
'We cannot leave Isengard undefended given the recent attacks. Even the new wards are not foolproof," warned Luna.
Harry reached over and took Luna's hand as he replied, "I know. Pallando is dangerous and we have no idea what he may have arranged to delay us. However, if we halve our strength we will hand him victory."
Gandalf stroked his beard, "I believe that it would be wise to spread the word that he may be seeking a ship. Perhaps we can hinder him even if we can't stop him. Both Gondor and the Havens could step up their sea patrols. It may be best if we split our force to seek out Pallando as we don't know where he will set sail from."
"So who shall go and who shall stay?" asked Alatar.
"Given his servants are sorcerers we must shoe some pruedence and leave at least one of our number to support the men at arms," said Gandalf.
"I will stay," said Radagast, "Thanks to your tutelage, I have begun learning more diverse magics, but my skills are still rudimentary save in defensive spells. I am more than capable of holding the tower and keeping a close watch on your lands. If the worse occurs, I can help the others escape."
"You do yourself a disservice brother," said Alatar with a warm smile. "From what I have seen your mastery of your powers have grown to match your wisdom."
"I too shall stay to lend my sword and advice to the defense of the tower and the people who dwell here," said Maglor. "We have arms and armor enough to equip those who would fight and if we do find ourselves beset friend Radagast can easily summon aid from Rohan or our other allies."
Azanath made a note to talk to the others about his communication mirrors. They would certainly come in handy if they were forced to split up.
Luna was looking at Harry with a less than impressed expression, "I know what you are thinking Harry, and the answer is no."
"They are ready," said Harry.
"They are young," retorted Luna.
Harry sighed, "I know, but that doesn't change the fact that they are ready and they are already more skilled than the majority of the sorcerers we've encountered. I fear that we'll need all the help that we can get if we can cancel out his numerical advantage like we did in Angmar. Then we can deal with Kale."
"I'm still not happy about it," said Luna.
Harry's expression hardened, "Neither am I. When I envisioned introducing magic into Middle Earth I wasn't planning on my students being soldiers, but if not them who?"
"What if there is a new wave of attacks against our allies rather than here?" asked Maglor.
"We shall have to deliver Portkey's to our allies then," suggested Gandalf.
"What of my communication mirrors?" asked Azanath "I believe that I have the spells correct and they are secure."
"Mirrors?" asked Gandalf, who had not yet seen Azanath's experiments in replicating the magical mirrors Harry had possessed in his old life.
Azanath stood and retrieved two small mirrors from a chest on Maglor's desk. "Forgive me, master Maglor. These were the two I had created for you."
Maglor waved away the apology. "Nonsense, Azanath. The need here is greater than my curiosity."
Azanath handed one mirror to Gandalf and walked to the other side of the room. A moment later the mirror held by Gandalf began vibrating. "Simply tap the mirror."
Gandalf taped the mirror with a curious expression when the image of Azanath appeared he raised an eyebrow in surprise. When Azanath's words issued forth, the Istari almost dropped the mirror. "You…you have recreated the Palantíri?"
Azanath shook his head as he returned to the table, "No, the Palantíri are far beyond my skill. These mirrors can connect only with each other, secure from any others eyes."
'I didn't know that you had finished them," said Harry in surprise. He had known Azanath had been working on them as a project but hadn't been informed of his success.
Azanath shrugged, "My apologies Master, I was going to test them more fully with Lord Maglor and then present them."
"How far can they reach?" asked Gandalf as he examined the small mirror.
"In theory they should work regardless of the distance but I have not tested them over any great distance as yet," explained Azanath.
Gandalf shook his head a look of delight on his face, "Marvellous, my dear fellow. Such a tool will give us a large advantage over our foes."
Azanath's inclined his head in thanks to Gandalf, "I am pleased that you find them so. As for our current dilemma, I was thinking that we could give each of our allies a mirror. If the worst occurs, they can call for aid."
Alatar was passed a small mirror, "That's an excellent idea and it addresses our problem. It appears a simple enough item to make. How long would it take you to enchant enough for our purposes?"
"The smiths have already made me a dozen pairs; I need but enchant them," replied Azanath. "It's not that time consuming."
"Good. That solves one issue now to our routes," said Luna.
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In the end, it was decided that they would prepare to depart from both Minas Tirith and the Grey Havens.
Before they could leave, however the communication mirrors had to be delivered to their allies. So while Azanath worked on the final sets of mirrors and Harry and Luna prepared and planned, the others began delivering the finished mirrors to the allies of the white council.
Gandalf was the first to depart travelling to Rivendell then on to Minas Tirith where he would await those travelling with him after securing a ship and crew.
Alatar was to deal with the Dwarves. Going first to the Iron Hills and then the Lonely Mountain before joining Gandalf in Minas Tirith.
Brada and Ayrica would Portkey to the Greenwood before returning to Rohan. From Rohan, they would return to the tower to accompany Harry and Luna to the Grey Havens.
In the tower, Harry and Luna spoke briefly to Maglor and Miriel before departing to Lothlorien. When they returned, they disappeared into their room with Selene.
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Brada and Ayrica bowed deeply to King Théoden before explaining about the mirror they presented to the king.
"An amazing device," said Théoden with a look of wonder on his face. "Azanath is wise to have foreseen the need." The King handed his son the mirror. "Now, how goes the hunt for the renegade?"
"We depart this eve to seek him, my king," said Ayrica.
"We? Does Harry lead you into battle once more?" Théoden's expression hardened as he waited for Ayrica to answer.
"We will not be the only two. Brada and I shall accompany Lord Harry and Lady Luna from the Grey havens. Azanath will join Gandalf and Alatar in Minas Tirith. Kale seeks his prize on a distant western isle but we know not from whence he will set sail." Ayrica's expression was stoic. She would not abandon her Lord and teacher in his time of need.
Théoden didn't look happy but seemed to accept the explanation while Théodred 's expression could only be described as appalled before he seemed to reach a decision but before he could speak, his uncle stepped forward.
Éomund had been studying the two young witches, "I am not questioning your dedication to your duty, nor your masters decision, but perhaps a few stout warriors might be wise." Turning to the King he winked. "With your majesties permission I would accompany our niece, perhaps with a few or my riders."
Théoden stroked his beard, "You offer wise counsel, Lord Éomund, have you anyone in mind?"
Ayrica's eyes narrowed in suspicion as she studied her uncle.
Théodred stepped up to stand beside his uncle, "Father. I offer my spear to the quest."
Théoden turned his attention to his son, "To what end?"
"To see to the safety of...er Lady Brada...and Ayrica of course and help Lord Éomund," Théodred trailed off but didn't step back.
"I see. Well, perhaps your uncle will see to you getting your sea legs, Lord Éomund would you be willing to take Prince Théodred as a shield mate?"
"Aye, majesty. But perhaps Lord Isengard should have the final say," said Éomund.
Brada was looking slightly confused as she tried to work out exactly had just happened. After a few moments she shrugged. It didn't really concern her, but it seemed that a few extra people may be joining them when they returned to Isengard.
"You had best present yourself to your aunt, Ayrica. But please return to me before you leave," ordered Théoden. "Go with her my son and prepare your equipment. Éomund, please send my Captain to me."
Soon only Brada stood before the king.
"Lady Brada, I wished to speak to you so it is fortunate that you accompanied my niece."
"I am at your service your Majesty," replied Brada politely as she bowed her head. She wondered the king could want with her.
"Your father has long been one of the few leaders of your people with whom we have little quarrel. I am ashamed to admit that my own bias that contributed to this."
"My people have given yours little reason to trust us," replied Brada softly.
"Perhaps. But my people have done similar to yours. No more will I allow old prejudice to determine my policies. I shall send an envoy to your father and perhaps some old wounds can be healed."
Brada didn't know what to say in response to the King's words, but she had to make something clear. "Um…I am sure my father would be pleased to receive an envoy, your majesty. But if you will forgive my saying so, I am not sure what such an act would achieve; my father rules our clan, but he holds no power over the rest of my people."
"Still, it is the right thing to do; your people are our neighbours. Since your master arrived, the White Council has been building stronger bonds with the peoples of Middle Earth. It is foolish to exclude your people and for me to ignore Lord Harry's wisdom."
Brada curtseyed and looked into the king's eyes, "You are wise, King Théoden."
Théoden smiled at the compliment, but before he could say anything else, his Guard Captain walked in and soon the two were in a conversation around outfitting Prince Théodred.
"Father?" asked Théodred from the doorway.
"You are ready?"
"Save donning my armour and weapons," replied the Prince.
"Then you had best farewell your aunt and cousins for I do not doubt that Ayrica and Brada will soon depart."
"Indeed we should," said Ayrica as she walked in with Théodwyn.
Théodwyn hugged Ayrica and then Théodred, "Be safe and come home."
Brada was shocked when Théodwyn pulled her into a hug, "You too, Brada."
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Luna laid a sleeping Selene into her cot before turning to Harry.
"Why?"
Harry sighed. "Why the others?"
Luna's silvery eyes didn't shift from his face. "Yes, why two teenage girls."
"Because they have the ability and the training to help us stop Kale from plunging this world into darkness," replied Harry in a subdued voice.
"And are you ready to deal with the aftermath should you lead our students to their deaths?"
"Have you seen something?" asked Harry.
"No, but I can feel the conflict coming, it's building up like a…a storm."
Harry took his wife's hands, "If we fail then they have no future either."
Luna pulled Harry into a tight embrace, "I know."
"I'll protect them to the best of my ability," promised Harry. "If the worst happens Maglor knows to take Miriel and Selene to Lady Galadriel or Elrond."
Luna sat on the chair near the cot turning her eyes to her daughter, "Lord Lórien warned me that I would face hard choices…the warning hasn't helped."
"We'll win my love," said Harry. "Win and return home to see Selene grow. Trust in the Valar and our abilities."
Luna made an overly theatrical gesture and her staff appeared and her dress morphed into fitted breeches and a tunic covered by a stout leather vest that matched her boots.
Harry smiled and concentrated allowing his clothes to change into sturdy travel attire.
Luna sniffed in exaggerated disdain at his lack of showmanship.
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Harry prepared a Portkey leaving Luna to quiz Brada and Ayrica over the presence of Lord Éomund and Prince Théodred. Truth be told he wasn't that putout. The experienced warrior would probably be of assistance and Prince Théodred would serve as an admirable body guard for the two young women.
"It would appear, husband, that we have company for our journey," said Luna as she walked over followed by the others.
"I can see that, before we leave however I want to make it clear that this journey is likely to be dangerous; very dangerous. If you can't or won't follow our orders, then it is best that you turn back now." Harry waited for a few moments, but nothing was said. He made a point of meeting Théodred's eyes as he spoke. "Good, now you both have used Portkey's before so you know what to expect. This one will take us to the Grey Havens."
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Prince Imrahil's Quarters - Minas Tirith
Prince Imrahil shook his head as Gandalf finished explaining what they had uncovered, "It is a hard thing to accept Mithrandir, this...this madness, how does it benefit him?"
Alatar shook his head and his voice was thick with contempt, "He thinks he will ride the storm and come out on top. Like Sauron before him, he sees himself as king of men."
Imrahil looked out from his window toward the docks before turning back to the three wizards. "Your ship is prepared but if you say the word and I can have a dozen more prepared to sail on the next tide."
"I appreciate the offer, but speed is our best ally. We need to stop Pallando before he reaches the isle. Our best hope is that Pallando is hindered by both his injuries and the fear that he is being hunted," Gandalf fell silent for a moment before continuing," Perhaps we can feed his fear and doubt."
Azanath looked puzzled, but both Imrahil and Alatar looked as if they were considering Gandalf's words.
"How so, Master Gandalf?" asked Azanath.
"Send ships to patrol as far west as we dare. If Pallando has departed from a Corsair port, such patrols may delay him."
"And it will feed his fear. He will be wondering what we know," finished Alatar.
Prince Imrahil considered the plan before conceding it's benefits. However as far as he could see the Wizards had failed to consider one thing, "A good plan but have you considered what you will do if he has a body of men with him. He will at least have his ship's crew. Please take a few of my men; a few skilled blades may save lives if he has a corsair crew."
"Very well," conceded Gandalf.
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The Houses of Healing – Minas Tirith
Sirius endured the gentle hands of the healer as he prodded and tested the nearly healed wound on his side. His situation was something he would have avoided had not both Prince Imrahil and the Lady Ivriniel insisted he attend. Indeed, Lady Ivriniel had accompanied him on the walk to the House of Healing. On arrival, his indignities continued when Ivriniel refused to leave the room citing that she wished to inspect the wound. The cursed healer hadn't even objected when the she had run her smooth long fingered hand along his bare skin.
"The wound looks near healed Captain, you are lucky that you heal quickly. You removed the stitches yourself?"
Tirith tried to hide a grimace thinking that the healer would be annoyed, "Um...yes I did. They had started to pull at the skin."
"Good, good did you clean the wound beforehand?" asked the Healer as he poured a yellow liquid onto a clean cloth.
"Both the knife and the skin with good brandy," replied Tirith.
"Well whatever you did I think it has worked, hold still a moment," asked the Healer before wiping the pad across the scar. Whatever was on the pad felt like it was burning for a few moments before the feeling faded away, "A distillation of my own Captain although I wouldn't recommend drinking it." The Healer warned Tirith with a smile.
"Am I well enough to return to my full duties?"
"Oh yes, Captain of course."
"Excellent," added Lady Ivriniel, "Would you give the Captain and I a moment?"
'Of course My Lady," replied the Healer before leaving the room pulling the doors shut behind him.
"It's probably best if you let me dress my Lady," suggested Tirith.
Ivriniel frowned searching Tirith's face, "I have a question for you Tirith."
Tirith was conscious of the fact that his shirt and tabard lay on the nearby bench as he faced Ivriniel's scrutiny.
"Yes, My Lady."
"Do you feel nothing for me?"
Tirith actually cringed as she spoke, "My lady...I...I am flattered, but you are far above my station."
"I see you are flattered at my attention," replied Ivriniel. Her tone and the emphasis on the two words left little doubt that she found his words inadequate, grossly inadequate.
Tirith cringed again, "My Lady... Ivriniel, please...I do have feelings for you but would you honestly believe that your brother would allow it? Only the Valar know what he do if he found out that I sought out the arms of his beloved sister."
Rather than being placated Ivriniel seemed to grow angrier, "You...you arse, he would give his blessing. He has given his blessing, but you refuse to see me as anything but 'my lady!"'
Tirith watched as tears formed in Ivriniel's eyes. He should do something, but his mind stayed blank as the realisation that Prince Imrahil had not been against their relationship. Eventually he found his voice, "I don't know what to say."
Ivriniel stepped forward and embraced Tirith, who found his arm going around her pulling her close. After a few moments of enjoying his embrace, Ivriniel tilted her head to look at Tirith.
"I'm sorry," said Tirith.
For the first time in a long time, Tirith felt a sense of contentment. Before he could think through what was happening Ivriniel was kissing him. Tirith lost himself in the kiss as his hands caressed her back, sliding up her sides.
Ivriniel paused for a second moaning into his mouth before he realised where his hand was. With a mental curse, he pulled his hand away.
"Please...don't stop," whispered Ivriniel with a slight moan as her own hands roamed across his bare back.
"I...I think we should, for now. This might not be the most discrete place to continue," said Tirith with a smile and a raised eyebrow.
Ivriniel shuddered and kissed him again, 'You're right of course," her hand slid around to his chest as she stepped back. "There are far more discreet places we could be, discrete and far more private." With a sultry smile, she stepped back and straightened her dress. "Of course you will need to seek my brothers' permission. He has given his blessing but let's do this the right way."
Tirith watched as Ivriniel walked over to the door her hips swaying before she looked back over her shoulder. "You've wasted a lot of time making me chase you Tirith, I'd speak to him soon." With that, she was out the door pulling it closed behind him.
A memory from his old life emerged and he found himself repeating the odd words.
"Bloody Hell."
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Tirith had barely reached his quarters when a page knocked on the door.
"His highness wishes to see you urgently Captain, in his quarters." The page dashed off not noticing Tirith's suddenly pale face.
Tirith pulled on his tunic, forgoing his armour instead of a tabard bearing the arms of Dol Amroth. He quickly fastened his sword belt before leaving his room. The corridors leading to the Prince's quarters seemed much shorter than usual as he walked briskly toward his lord's door. Had Ivriniel told the Prince or had someone seen them, for the love of the Valar had the Prince seen them?
One of the Tower guard standing outside the Prince's door nodded in greeting, "He's waiting for you, sir."
Tirith took a deep breath and opened the door stepping into the room. He half expected an angry Prince, sword drawn. He did not expect three wizards.
"Ah Tirith excellent timing," said Gandalf. 'We were just discussing your role."
"Have the healers given you their writ?" asked Imrahil.
"Yes, Highness," replied Tirith as he stood at attention and tried to work out what was going on.
"Good, "said Gandalf before pausing and studying Tirith, "Goodness, Captain! You're rather pale. Are you sure you are well?"
Imrahil studied Tirith with narrowed eyes what was the matter with his Captain. Surely, he wouldn't have been so foolish as to return to his duties with his wounds not fully healed. He knew as a fact that his sister had given herself the job of accompanying the good captain to his healer's appointment to make sure he attended. After all, she had a vested interest in Tirith's health given her pursuit of the poor, oblivious man.
"The Lady Ivriniel will be most displeased if you have gone against the healers wishes," said Imrahil with a smile.
"I...she kissed me," Tirith admitted to his Lord looking like a man awaiting his execution.
Imrahil grinned in sudden understanding, "Ah, I see. Well, I suppose that I should say about time. She was getting rather insistent that I intervene."
"I'm sorry Highness I should have...wait...what?"
The three wizards were hiding smiles as Imrahil grinned. "Did you think I was unaware of her wishes?"
Tirith's mouth opened, but words appeared to fail him.
"We shall see to things more formally later. For now, I need your assistance," said Imrahil as he walked over to the map table with Tirith following.
Imrahil and Gandalf explained the situation.
Tirith considered the guardsmen most suited to the voyage before realizing that he was one of the best fits. His exposure to magic and his familiarity with the Wizards made him the perfect choice. "If I may Highness I'd like to volunteer. I may not be a wizard but I've been practicing my spells and I know enough about magic to not hinder."
Imrahil looked relieved, "I hadn't wanted to order you to go, but you were my first thought as well. Pick three men to accompany you, will that suffice Mithrandir?"
"Aye, how soon Captain we had hoped to leave with the tide this afternoon."
"I can be ready by then; I will have the men report to the docks."
Imrahil clapped a hand onto Tirith's shoulder, "Send them to me and I'll issue the orders. Captain make sure you say your farewells to my sister. I shudder to think what she would do to you should she think you tried to slip away."
Tirith left the room issuing orders to a page to summon three of the senior guardsmen to report to the Prince. It was already mid-morning and he had a lot to do if he wanted to be ready. There was one thing he had to do first.
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Ivriniel was far from pleased but seemed content that he had come first to her.
"From a kiss to a farewell," whispered Ivriniel as he embraced her.
"I'm sorry, but duty calls," said Tirith with genuine regret.
"My feelings are not going to change, Tirith. I will be here when you return."
"I wish I'd not been so stupid, we could have..." Tirith trailed off as Ivriniel pressed her fingers to his lips.
"I will wait in peace knowing that you will come back to me," said Ivriniel. "Time must be short but do you have a few minutes?"
Tirith grinned, "An hour, perhaps before I'll be missed."
Ivriniel wrapped her arms around Tirith's waist, "Hmmm an hour you say. Let's...talk for a while."
An hour later a disheveled Tirith made his way back to his room to prepare for his rapidly approaching departure with a silly grin on his face.
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The Grey Havens
Círdan had a swift sailing Elven ship crewed and ready to sail before they had even arrived so they were led straight to the ship. For Harry and Luna it was a simple walk to the dockside for their companions it was eye opening. Although all were familiar with Rivendell, the Grey Havens were different, grander than Rivendell but amidst the grandeur there was a hint of sadness, an echo of kingdoms lost in times passage.
"It's beautiful," said Ayrica as she walked beside her uncle.
"Aye. It is, lass. But I fear we'll have no time to look around," replied Éomund.
Théodred looked around with a puzzled look on his face, "I agree, cousin. It is beautiful, but where are the children playing in the streets? The musicians and markets?"
Brada shook her head, "Gone. Like most Elven settlements, the elves of Lindon decline in numbers each year, or so Master Maglor told me. There are no Elven children being born and more of the Eldar seek the undying lands."
Brada sounded saddened at the Elves' fate and Théodred gently squeezed her shoulder in support. Turning she gave him a smile of thanks for his support before continuing. "Although many Elves still abide in Middle Earth, eventually they will dwindle in number until all too few remain. Once, this was part of the Kingdom of Gil-galad; the last king of the Noldor. I wonder if one day all that history will be lost."
The four fell quiet as they considered Brada's words.
"Come, Lady Brada. Let us talk of other things," said Théodred in a jovial tone, trying to lighten Brada's mood. "I know this quest is vital but I'm still looking forward to sailing on an Elvish ship. Something I never even thought of doing. It's like a tale from one of the loremasters."
Unseen by the other three, Éomund rolled his eyes. Théodred was a brave and strong lad, but he was far from anything familiar. Éomund had been on a ship once before. In his youth, he had accompanied the king to Minas Tirith and had been onboard when the Steward had taken the king on a short voyage to Dol Amroth. His recollection was a tad hazy, but he distinctly remembered spending the first day vomiting over the side of the ship, feeling wretched. Théodred had no idea what could await him. The singers rarely mentioned sea sickness in the ballads.
As for the two young women, Ayrica was quiet and rather determined as was her nature and Brada...well she was quite the surprise. He had initially held concerns over a Dunlending dwelling in Isengard. But after meeting her, he had found himself reconsidering. The young woman was intelligent, brave and as a sorceress, powerful in her own right. A combination that would bear fruit for any man wise enough to recognize it. Indeed, she would make a fine, strong wife for a man capable of understanding the worth of such things. His wife was a testament to the value that intelligence was in a partner. Théodred was apparently besotted with the young woman and if his infatuation became something more, there would be a possibility that the king may allow it.
He smiled as Brada laughed at some quip made by Théodred. Putting political musings aside, he turned his attention to Ayrica.
"I'm sorry. My mind was elsewhere."
"I said, it appears that we've reached our ship," replied Ayrica. She had a feeling where his mind was and could not blame him. At first, it was amusing to see her cousin's reaction towards her new friend but now she was looking forward to seeing where it would lead. Assuming both her Uncle and Brada's father could put aside their differences and see how happy they are together.
The ship was a hive of activity as its crew moved about their duties.
A single elf jumped from the railing to the stone dock landing lightly and bowing, "Ah, you are here. Welcome friends; the Seabird is ready when you are," He spoke the common tongue but with a slight accent.
"Thank you, Captain. We are ready to depart," said Harry offering his own bow to the Captain.
'"Good, good let us get you aboard, Mynar a gangplank if you would."
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"I've never been so ill in my life," complained Théodred as his stomach heaved again. He was surprised that he had anything else to throw up after the first night at sea.
"Lord Éomund look's little better," commented Brada airily. "I just saw him run to the rails."
Ayrica and Brada shared a smug look.
"How is he?" asked Luna sticking her head into the small cabin where the elves had deposited the seasick Prince.
"About the same," reported Ayrica.
"Hmm. Well, we can't have him vomiting up his toenails, can we ladies?"
Luna quickly incanted a spell designed to calm motion sickness. She had learnt it at her father's knee after their first, disastrous sea voyage.
"That should do it," Luna said with a smile. "How do you feel, Théodred?"
"I...feel better, actually. Thank you."
Brada handed him a clay flask. "Here. Rinse your mouth out."
Ayrica smiled and patted her cousin's arm before standing and joining Luna as she left the room, "How is Éomund?"
"I've already done him, so he's fine now. I could have cast the spell earlier, but I think it's important for a young man to experience sea sickness first hand; it gives them a bit of empathy for morning sickness. Come join me on deck."
Ayrica nodded and they made their way to the main deck there seemed to be a fair amount of activity on deck.
"Over here," called Harry.
Harry, Éomund and Captain Limraedor were already gathered around a map spread out on a table.
"What is it?" asked Luna.
"We are about to enter the western current," explained Limraedor. "There are few ships of men that can navigate it as well as my people. So we should save many days' sailing on our journey westward. Normally this is beyond where most captains' sail. Unfortunately, we found this." The captain pointed to a barrel on the deck. "It was spotted alongside so I had it brought on board. The marks tell a disturbing tale."
The captain signalled and sailors carried the barrel over. On the lid of the poorly made barrel was a symbol burnt into the wood.
"The Corsairs of Umbar," explained the captain. "It's not been in the water long; at most two days."
"Damn. Could they be ahead of us?" asked Harry.
"Maybe not. It could be that they are sweeping the coast. Searching for any ships travelling west."
"How do we find out?" asked Éomund.
The captain shrugged, "Not easily, we keep a close watch and we ready ourselves to run." Seeing his passenger's confusion the captain explained further. "Corsair ships will carry twice our crew. Speed is our best defence."
"There may be a way," said Luna. "I could search them out."
"I won't risk coming within sight of a corsair fleet," said the captain.
"You won't need to," said Harry as Luna shifted in to her owl form.
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In the end, both Luna and Brada took to the air flying far out of arrow range as they circled searching for any other ships.
Harry, Éomund and Théodred stood with the captain searching the skies for the two flyers.
"Do you think they found them?" asked Théodred.
"We'll know soon enough the Raven returns," said Éomund as he pointed to the sky.
Brada landed and transformed stumbling slightly as the deck pitched beneath her feet. Harry reached out and steadied his student who looked exhausted.
"Thank you, Master," said Brada. "I spotted a ship. It's a fair distance to the north out of sight anyway and it's sailing away from us. Luna went more to the west than I did."
"Well we now know where one potential enemy is let's hope they are alone," said Éomund.
"Are you alright?" asked Théodred as he offered Brada a blanket.
Brada smiled in thanks but shook her head, taking her staff from Ayrica. A moment later a cleaning and then a drying charm returned her to normal, save for her tangled hair.
Ayrica grinned at her cousin's concern before schooling her expression, "Théodred, why don't you escort Brada to the galley I'm sure she could use some of that soup now."
Brada shot Ayrica a quizzical look before being practically dragged off by her escort.
"Do you think she will acknowledge the attraction?" Harry asked with a grin.
Ayrica matched Harry's grin and a smug expression, "Oh yes. I'm sure she likes him and his attention well enough. I think it's the…what did Luna call it….cultural differences? Although that doesn't seem to be of concern to Théodred."
Éomund nodded, after all Ayrica's concern would be quite a concern in normal circumstances given that Brada's father was a leader of an enemy of Rohan. The reality was a bit different, though. Brada's father was quite a moderate enemy and she was an apprentice sorceress under Lord Harry of Isengard and thus a valuable ally. For now, he would keep an eye on matters.
"The Istari returns," reported an Elven lookout.
Luna landed with far more grace than Brada and quickly cleaned and dried herself before turning to Harry.
"There are two ships ahead of us well to the west, in sight of each other I expect. There may have been a third far to the north."
Harry nodded, "There was. Brada spotted it. Which direction were they headed in?"
"This way, although they are well out of sight still," replied Luna.
The Elven Captain cursed in his native tongue before starting to call out orders to his crew. After he was satisfied that his crew was moving about their work he turned back to his passengers.
"That was not the news I had hoped for, my Lady. As things stand, the wind favors them. If we don't change course, they could be on us in the night."
"What will you do?" asked Harry.
"Turn further west. Tol Morwen lies West of here, but I had hoped to make a different approach as there are some dangerous shoals as you draw close. I doubt a human captain would risk it; at least that's my hope. With luck, we'll pass by Tol Himling and drop anchor in the shadow of Tol Fuin. Until we have the light we will not risk the shoals surrounding Tol Morwen."
"Do people live on the island?" asked Éomund as he pointed toward Tol Himling on the map.
The elf shook his head sadly, "No while it doesn't have the same dark reputation as Tol Fuin, it's a place few of my people visit. There is no water save an old well in the ruins and it's long been tainted by seawater."
Éomund raised an eyebrow in surprise, "Ruins?"
"Before Beleriand sank beneath the waves, Himring was a hill where a citadel was built by Prince Maedhros. Only the ruins are left above the waters now and it has been renamed Himling," explained the elf.
"According to Maglor, they are some of the oldest buildings in Middle Earth still in existence," said Ayrica.
The elven captain turned and stared at the young women for a moment before speaking, "They say Prince Maglor was once a great singer and loremaster."
"He is," replied Harry. He turned to the others. "Come on. We should get something to eat and leave the captain to his work."
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Tol Himring was a small island less than a mile long and only half that wide. A few trees grew on the sea battered shore but, for the most part, it was lifeless. The fading light of early evening showed just why the waters were so very dangerous with waves breaking over unseen rocks.
"It's not very grand, is it?" said Théodred as Ayrica and Brada stood at the rails beside him looking over the forlorn island as the ship sailed past.
Ayrica agreed, "No. It isn't, although it was once a mighty fortress before it fell. It feels a bit like a memorial to those that once defended these lands."
Luna smiled and snuggled closer to Harry as they listened to their student's talk with the young Prince of Rohan.
"We should contact Gandalf. I'd be interested to see if they are facing the same sort of things we are."
"Then let's go below," suggested Luna.
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Tirith had to grab hold of a rope as the ship tilted alarmingly as it turned in to the wind. The ship, the Leaping Hart, was aptly named as it 'leapt' over another wave.
Once the deck settled down, he quickly made his way to the cabin door and pulled it open and went inside.
"Tirith. What did the Captain say?" asked Alatar.
"We are apparently making good time since clearing the Cape of Andrast. According to the captain, the storm has blown itself out. The lookouts haven't seen anything suspicious, just merchant ships since this morning. He thinks that they may be heading on a more north-westerly course."
"While we sail north," said Azanath, who still looked a bit miserable but was gradually adjusting to the ships movements. Luckily they had avoided the worst of the violent storm last night.
"I still wonder if we should have chased the other ship down. Or at least identified it," said Tirith.
Alatar frowned and considered for a moment before he shook his head. "If Pallando were aboard, it would be heading west. I think the captain was right; they are probably seeking to blockade a warship or maybe we were lucky. It looks like we have avoided the enemy."
"Could he have used the storm?" asked Tirith.
"I doubt any ship would survive being used in such a way," said Alatar.
Gandalf went to light his pipe when a buzzing noise sounded. Reaching in to his robe he pulled out a small silver mirror, "Ahh, Harry. How do you fare?"
"We are already passing Tol Himling," replied Harry's image. "We have at least three ships attempting to intercept some other ships approaching the islands. Our captain has avoided them so far by sailing close to dangerous waters. How long until you reach here?"
A few days; probably four or five even with the favorable winds," replied Gandalf.
"We'll probably be on the island by then. Damn! We have no real way of knowing where Kale is or what he has planned, do we? He could be on a ship; he might conceivably be ahead of us."
"Then my friend, you must go after his prize and deny it to him. Delay will not help our cause. If we spot Pallando, we will attempt to at least delay him."
"Thank you and be careful," said Harry as his image disappeared.
"So, if they are already passing Tol Himling, even with poor winds they'll beat us to Tol Morwen," said Alatar. 'I think you are right. We need to keep Pallando away from the isles if we can. If he has departed from Umbar, he has a much longer trip. Thank the Valar! We may be able to stop him before he can start this madness."
"I hope you are right," said Gandalf as he lit his pipe. "Tirith, you had best inform Captain Farrin."
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Tol Fuin was a dark shape in the night. Far larger than Tol Himling, the island was also the least visited of all the other islands. Having a foul reputation that went back to when it was a part of Beleriand. The captain had insisted that they anchor for the night to avoid the many navigational hazards surrounding Tol Morwen.
After a simple meal augmented by an Elven beverage known as miruvor, all save the night watch had sought their places of rest. The Captain had warned them to get what sleep they could as the evening may grow rough since there were dark clouds on the horizon.
Many hours later, Luna awoke with a start.
Something was wrong. Bad enough that it awoken her from a deep sleep. Closing her eyes, she let her senses extended outward seeking what her unconscious mind had detected.
Trapped….hatred…fear…hatred…anger…hunger…longing…
Luna opened her eyes and reached down to the bunk below her to tap Harry on the head, "Harry, wake up."
"Hmm? What is it, love?"
"We have a problem. I need you awake."
Harry sat up as Luna dropped to the floor from the top bunk. She was already holding her staff.
Harry stood and gestured and his sword appeared, belting his sword around his waist he picked up his staff. "What did you sense?"
"Something very, very angry, Harry. Wake everyone up." Luna kissed Harry as she moved passed him making her way to the deck.
A few minutes later, Harry joined Luna on deck followed by the others. The captain was on deck having been alerted by Luna.
"There is something on the island," warned Luna. "And whatever it is, it is sentient."
"I thought I sensed something a few moments ago; like a shadow passing in front of the moon," said Brada with a shudder.
"Are we likely to be attacked?" asked Théodred, looking concerned.
"I don't know. But you would have to surmise that whatever it is, it cannot swim or it would have left the island," said Luna. "Whatever it is, it's not friendly…I'm not sure it's even alive. It could be a restless spirit of some sort."
Harry scratched at the stubble on his chin. "Perhaps we should try to put it to rest. Maybe a Patronus might dispel it?"
Luna stared at the island as she sensed something 'seeking' what had disturbed it. There was a sense of something malevolent in the thoughts of the dark presence. "No. Whatever dark spirit dwells there I fear shall have to remain trapped. Still, we shall need to keep a sharp watch for it is only my assumption that it cannot leave the island."
"Have no fear, my lady. We shall assist the crew keeping watch. I doubt any of us could find our rest now," added Éomund.
A few hours later the sky began to lighten as dawn approached. Théodred, who had been watching the island as he spoke quietly with Brada and Ayrica, suddenly pointed toward a low point of the rocky shoreline.
"Look! There is someone on the rocks!"
There was indeed a figure standing motionless, looking across the waves, headless of the spray from the breaking waves.
"Who could it be?" asked Éomund.
Harry studied the figure before turning to Luna. "I think we are seeing our mysterious friend making an appearance."
"It's not human," warned Luna as she raised her staff and cast a Patronus. Harry raised his staff doing the same.
"But what then…" A white faced Éomund trailed off as the figure seemed to swell in size. Its shape twisted in to something that resembled the previous figure but now far larger than before. A forlorn cry carried across the waves before the figure fled into the trees.
"What in the name of the Valar was that?" cried a wide-eyed Ayrica.
"A dark spirit. That is why it could not abide our Patroni" replied Luna. "Alas, my master told me of such. Who it was and how it became trapped here in death is a mystery that shall have to remain so."
The Elves seemed interested in the figure rather than fearful as they peered into the trees. The captain looked away from the forest with a raised eyebrow, "Should we move away?"
Luna shrugged as she turned away from the island, "Perhaps. I have no idea if it poses a risk to…" Luna trailed off as she turned back to the island. "Oh, bloody hell! Harry!"
Walking across the water was a glowing figure.
Harry raised his staff sending his Patronus barreling toward the figure. "Alright. Brada! Ayrica! Patroni now! Let's try and drive it back. Captain, you need to get us out of here!"
Luna added her own Patronus to the attack and watched her hare crash into the figure causing it to flinch and falter but continue forward. "It's not enough."
"Then let's see how well it like's fire," said Harry as he raised his staff in to the air as he began an incantation. With a gesture, he sent a ball of flame toward the figure. Halfway to its target, the fireball burst in to an enormous burning hawk. As the hawk and the figure collided, they disappeared in a mixture of flame and steam.
The ship's crew watched open-mouthed as the figure walked out of the cloud of steam. It was no longer white but rather a bright orange.
All four magic users could sense the waves of hatred emanating from the figure that seemed to be moving faster.
"Cut the anchor free!" ordered the Captain "Get the ship underway!"
Harry and Luna released blasts of magical energy that struck the figure in a blinding flash of light causing it to screech before fading away.
Théodred felt a wave of relief as he released his sword hilt. The Wizards might take such things well but the thought of facing the spirit or whatever it was had been terrifying. As he turned away, he saw movement out of the corner of his eye but before he could focus on it there was a flash of orange and then a suffocating blackness. Panicked he mentally screamed and tried to do something, anything.
The spirit now occupying Théodred's body had to work quickly as the boy was already fighting her possession. Slowly she forced the boy to draw his sword as and then strike.
"Is it…ugh," Brada was cut off as he was hurled backwards to collide with the mast.
Ayrica screamed as Théodred slashed at her barely missing her throat.
Éomund parried the next blow but staggered under the force of the stroke.
"His eyes! They're orange!" warned Éomund as he defended himself. He did not want to risk an attack that would harm his nephew.
Harry and Luna both launched stunners at Théodred. He avoided one of the spells but fell lifeless to the deck as the second struck him.
"Tie him up," ordered Harry, who kept his staff aimed at the unconscious prince.
Two Elven sailors quickly secured the Prince, tying him firmly to the mast.
Not a moment too soon, Théodred's eyes opened with the same orange glow.
"You cannot stop me," hissed Théodred. His voice sounded sinister.
"Oh I disagree," said Harry coldly. "I think we can."
"This new body is weak, but it will serve to take you, Brother." The word 'brother' was twisted and filled with hate. "You can't stop me. I will slay you and then I shall seek out my master."
"I'm no brother of yours, fallen one," Harry spat out, as he took a step forward raising his staff. "Your master is gone through the door of night; banished until the end of days."
"Then the world shall be mine," hissed Théodred.
"I know who you are sister and it saddens me to see your beauty fallen to this," said Luna as she shook her head sadly.
Théodred laughed, "Pity yourself, slave of the Valar! You cannot hold me! Kill this vessel and you slay this child. I'll take another until all lay dead at my feet. It will all be mine!"
"No, it won't," Luna replied sadly as she raised her staff and began chanting.
For a moment, it looked like nothing was happening and then Théodred screamed. Slowly, a glowing woman emerged pulled forth by Luna's power. Once clear of the body, she rushed forward hands extended like claws to strike at Luna, a manic gleam in her eyes.
Luna raised a hand and the figure screamed, falling to her knees. Her taller form shrank down to a slim petite figure with long wild hair fanning out around her.
"You have much to answer for Yaliene, but I am not your judge. By the power of the Valar, I banish what is left of your spirit."
"No! You cannot!" screamed the ghost-like Yaliene as she started to fade. "None but the powers can touch me!"
"We are their agents, Yaliene. May you find peace, sister," said Luna as she raised her staff. "In the name of the Valar I banish you."
"NOOOOO!" Yaliene wailed. Her face was defiant and filled with rage as she struggled to lift her hands toward Luna.
Luna looked on sadly with tears in her eyes, but continued, "In the name of the Valar I banish you."
Yaliene screams faded and then were gone.
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"Who was she?" asked Éomund as a weary looking Luna returned to the deck.
Luna sighed sadly, "A Maia, one of the servants of the Valar. If I am right, she was once known as Yaliene of the flowing hair servant of Lord Lórien. Sadly, she was seduced by the dark and fell to this. It is no wonder that the island was feared. It has been haunted by her spirit even back to when it was the hills of Dorthonian. Somehow, her spirit lingered on long after her body was destroyed."
Théodred shuddered. He was starting to come around. "I feel…unclean from her touch."
Harry laid his hand on Théodred's shoulder and smiled in understanding "I once experienced what you went through Théodred. It will pass my friend."
"Will Ayrica and Brada be alright?" asked Théodred.
Luna smiled reassuringly at Théodred. "They will, Prince. Ayrica's wound was easily healed and Brada has naught but a headache that will pass shortly."
"So what now, is it light enough to try for Tol Morwen?" asked Éomund.
Captain Limraedor smiled as he approached the group, "Indeed it is. I was just coming to tell you that we are beginning out run to the island now."
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Captain Limraedor grimaced as the lookout atop the mast called out a warning.
"What is it?" asked Éomund.
"A shipwreck! There are bodies and debris ahead," the lookout called out. Harry turned to the Captain. "Should we search for survivors?"
The captain's expression was solemn, "We will…but I would say that the storm drove the ship into the island. With the shoals and the wind, a survivor would have little chance of making it to the island."
"Captain!" called one of the crew. "We have wreckage and a body on the port side."
"Please retrieve the body," ordered the captain.
Once the body was on deck, the captain cursed in Elvish. "Unless he has poor choice in art, the tattoos mark him as a Corsair." The captain pointed to a tattoo that showed an eye surrounded by flames. "That is the mark of Sauron; the lidless eye."
Harry studied the dead man for a few moments, "So a Corsair ship then. Damn! We need to get ashore soon. Kale could already be here."
"Once in sight we will be able to apparate ashore," said Luna "The stone of the hapless lies at the highest point of the island."
"Then we had best prepare ourselves," said Harry.
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Harry and Luna appeared atop the grassy, windswept hill to find it empty save for a stone marker. The Elvish script was carved in two different hands and bore a simple message.
TÚRIN TURAMBAR BANE OF GLAURUNG
NIËNOR NÍNIEL
Here lies also Morwen Eledhwen
"The Stone of the Hapless," said Luna.
"Then Pallando has yet to arrive," said Harry. "We had best get moving."
With a gesture, Luna conjured her patronus and sent a message to the others that it was safe to apparate.
Two muted cracks announced the arrival of the others.
Éomund looked around, studying the empty hill before looking at the stone. It was worn by the passage of time, but the words were still legible even if he couldn't read them.
Harry saw Éomund's expression change to awe as he realised the significance of the stone. Recording as it did the tragic end of one of man's earliest heroes.
"It just…it just seems strange. I am no bard, but the lay of Túrin Turambar is one still told," said Éomund as he shook his head.
"Túrin Turambar, Bane of Glaurung. Niënor Níniel. Here lies also Morwen Eledhwen," recited Harry in common. "The family of Húrin the Steadfast, the man who defied Morgoth. His saga is still song by the elves in the blessed realms. Come, my friends, we have won the race and must complete our task."
"And now we shall defy one of his servants," said Luna as she gestured with her staff vanishing a section of the earth in front of the stone.
After three more spells, a skeleton was uncovered. It was still clad in the armour of ages past and on its breast was a large black sword seemingly untouched by time.
"By Béma… Gurthang," whispered Théodred.
Harry knelt and gently took the sword from its resting place.
As he stood, Luna waved her hand and a slab of stone appeared covering the uncovered grave, "May Mandos grant him peace."
"We need to get ourselves back to the ship and let the captain know we are right to leave," said Harry as he passed Luna the black sword.
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"Something is wrong," warned Luna. "Nobody is on deck."
Harry studied the ship. The captain had apparently used a spare anchor as the ship was secured by a single line. The sails were furled and the ship did indeed appear abandoned. With a silent curse her turned to Luna, "I think you are right, create a Portkey back to Isengard and I'll check the ship."
Luna knew her husband and he would not abandon the Elvish crew without doing what he could. "I'll prepare the Portkey, but we leave together."
Harry nodded and turned on the spot to apparate only to find nothing happened.
"I have a very bad feeling about this place," said Ayrica. "We should be on guard."
Luna nodded, "Here Ayrica take the sword and the portkey; you need to protect it no matter what, if anything happens use the portkey." Luna chanted and transformed a length of twine in to a portkey.
Ayrica nodded and took the sword and the twine.
"You didn't think it would be that easy did you wizard?" Pallando sneered as he shimmered into existence.
Harry gestured and a stunning spell rocketed toward Pallando only to dissipate harmlessly before reaching him.
"A ward that protects me from magic, it appears to disrupt your spell casting quite nicely," Pallando explained as he leaned forward lowering his voice mockingly. "I owe you for the idea of course."
Harry gestured sending a blasting curse toward Pallando, who winced, "I actually felt the magic in that, Lord Isengard, even with the warding."
Luna studied Pallando before shaking her head, "Quite ingenious, you have placed the ward on yourself?"
Pallando smirked as he nodded, "Indeed, now to business, the sword please."
Harry slowly and deliberately shifted his staff to his left hand and drew his sword with his right, "I think not. Flee this place, wretched one."
Pallando pushed his hand out and Ayrica was flung backwards and slumped to the ground unmoving.
"Do not force me to kill you all," warned Pallando as the others raised their weapons.
Harry lunged forward with his sword leading and his staff swing toward Pallando's feet.
"Get Ayrica and move clear," ordered Luna. "Harry and I will deal with him."
Whatever was protecting Pallando from magic didn't stop Valar forged steel and Pallando was forced to defend himself from both sword and staff.
"Arise!" screamed Pallando and released a wave of dark magic that sent both Harry and Luna stumbling backward just from the feel of the tainted magic.
From both sides of the beach where the rocks had hidden their presence, two groups appeared.
Pallando laughed, "The dead rise to do my bidding, wizard."
"Inferni," whispered Luna.
Pallando shook his head before adopting a look of false concern, "And with your magic denied to you, I fear you have little choice but to bend to my will."
Harry focused his magic and his staff disappeared. His clothes shimmered and were replaced by finely wrought chain mail. On his hands two rings appeared.
"I am the messenger of Manwë," Harry held up his left hand where a Mithril Ring caught the sun. "I bear the blade Alata gifted to me by Manwë so that I may carry the Valar's will, "The blade sparkled and emerald green flames danced over the blade. "You are a traitor and a fool if you think I am so easily defeated." Harry leapt forward, his sword a silver and green blur.
Pallando parried with his staff and battle was joined.
"We must hold back the dead until Harry defeats Pallando," said Luna as she moved to where the others surrounded the fallen Ayrica.
Éomund nodded and stood alongside Luna. Théodred drew his own blade and stood with them as Brada guarded her fallen friend.
Pallando managed to parry Harry's attack and used his staff to channel his sorcery in to Harry's blade, the destructive energy seeking a weak point. For a brief moment, he thought he had succeeded as the flames dimmed, but then emerald flames renewed themselves and the blade was again a blur as Harry attacked.
Harry gestured with his left hand and with a brilliant red flash, sent a blasting curse at Pallando even as he forced the staff back.
Once again the wards protected Pallando from the magical attack but again he winced as if in pain.
Harry had a sudden insight as he pushed forward with another flurry of lightning swift blows. Pallando's wards were tied to himself rather than a ward stone. It was a great way to protect yourself when mobile but by powering it with your own magic you had it constantly drawing on your own power.
"Hit him with magic! It's draining him," yelled Harry as he attacked again.
A blast of magic caught Harry and sent him tumbling backwards but before Pallando could advance he came under a barrage of magical attack from Brada and Luna.
Harry had somehow managed to hold on to his sword so he got to his feet and charged as Pallando turned to face the others.
Luna clubbed a dead Corsair over the head with her staff causing it to stumble a few steps toward Théodred who beheaded it. Éomund spun and cut off the arm of another shambling corpse before kicking the dead thing in the stomach sending it crashing in to two of its fellows and sweeping them from their feet.
Before another Inferni could approach she heard Harry's voice ring out, "Hit him with magic! It's draining him."
Harry tumbled across the rocks as Pallando raised his staff.
Luna cast a blasting curse at Pallando as Brada sent a stunner at the sorcerer.
Seeing the spell fail followed by a visible flinch had her casting her next spell.
Harry managed to open a deep wound on Pallando's shoulder as he staggered back from one of Luna's spells.
"Curse you!" Pallando screamed as he pointed his staff toward the two witches who were keeping him under a constant stream of spells. A blast of energy struck the rocks in front of them, sending fragments toward Luna and Brada. Luna raised a magical shield, but Brada was struck and sent spinning to the ground.
Harry struck again as Pallando turned back to him; his staff was slow deflecting Harry's sword so that it slid through his thigh muscle.
Pallando cried out and stumbled back a few steps, "Damn you, wizard!"
Harry didn't bother replying as he advanced on Pallando.
Pallando pointed his staff and a ball of light struck Harry in the chest sending him flying before crashing in to the rocks. Harry tried to get up, but his vision began to dim. A distant screaming echoed in his ears.
Luna saw Harry lying motionless and sent a blast of fire toward Pallando. Rather than fizzle out, the fire struck him, setting his clothing aflame. Pallando staggered. Screaming before he dispelled the flames sending a ragged bolt of lightning toward Luna, who summoned a bright shield. Before Luna could cast again, a blasting hex sent Pallando tumbling in to larger rocks that marked the right side of the beach.
Luna turned to see a pale and bleeding Ayrica slump to her knees a small, triumphant smile on her face.
With a gesture, she sent fire to destroy the inferni who were quickly reduced to ash now that Pallando's ward no longer protected them.
A bloody faced Éomund carefully made his way down the beach to where Pallando had disappeared in to the rocks. He frowned, "There is no body here!"
"He has fled," said Luna with a sigh. "Help me with the wounded."
Théodred was sporting a gash on his leg where he had fallen against a jagged rock and a large lump on his head but was quickly healed. Brada bore a large cut on her temple and a small pool of blood had accumulated on the ground. Théodred had feared her dead, but Luna had quickly healed the cut and pronounced that she was simply unconscious.
Ayrica appeared to have broken her arm and she too had struck her head.
"It is amazing that you are not unconscious. Your arm is badly broken, but we can deal that for now," Luna conjured a splint and immobilized Ayrica's arm.
Harry was out cold and Luna was not prepared to awaken him, "I suspect that he struck his head. As with Brada, I am unwilling to force them back to consciousness. For now let them rest. Ayrica watch over them while I check the ship."
Luna apparated to the ship to find the crew scattered on the deck at the stern of the ship. Casting an enervate on the Captain it only took a few seconds before the elf blinked and sat up.
"What happened?"
"Pallando somehow rendered you and your crew unconscious. We have what we came for, captain. You are free to depart once I've woken your crew."
"You won't be travelling with us?" asked the captain.
"No. Once we have seen you safely away we will return directly to Isengard," explained Luna.
"Then we had best get to work," said the captain with a smile.
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"We have the sword," said Luna as Gandalf's face appeared in the mirror. "But Pallando was here, on the island."
"I take it that you defeated him," said Gandalf.
"Yes, but he escaped after we fought off a dozen or so corpses he had somehow reanimated."
Gandalf's face twisted in disgust at that revelation. His former brother had fallen very far indeed if he was now dabbling in necromancy, "And the others?"
"Harry and Brada are sleeping off concussions but otherwise we are all whole and hale."
"I see do you think Pallando is still on the island?"
"Perhaps. But if he is here, he has not returned to bother us and we are in no position to challenge him at the moment. We will return shortly to Isengard to secure the sword, but I fear that our hunt for Pallando must continue. He is far too dangerous to be allowed to freely plot against us," said Luna.
Gandalf sighed, "Alas, I fear you are all too right, my dear. We must find Pallando and deal with him. We shall continue to search for him. Can we call on you for aid?"
Luna nodded, "Once the sword is secure."
"Till then, Lady Isengard," said Gandalf before the mirror went blank.
Luna tucked the mirror in to her pocket and turned to where Éomund and Théodred stood watch. "Come gentlemen let's get our sleeping friends home."
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And there it is another chapter. Next chapter we will see the hunt for Pallando continue.