~The Army of the West~

Aerlaer stood beside Shadowfax, their tales swishing in sync as they observed the large host of men assembled on the Pelennor. "It will be a slow journey my friend." Aerlaer thought to the Meara. He huffed out a sigh.

"Yes, I believe so, for most of the men travel on two feet and they are armour-clad." Shadowfax replied in her mind. "How do you feel about one last swift gallop before we must simply trot in rank?" He asked and gladdened by his offer, she feigned to nip his shoulder before leaping forward, the pale grey Meara on her heels as they raced away from the army. Aerlaer reveled in their unchecked freedom for however long it would last before they were called back. Eventually Gandalf would realize he was missing his mount! For now, though, they could cavort across the grassy plains, as reckless as spring yearlings.

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"Young Legolas, have you by chance seen Shadowfax?" Gandalf asked as he glanced around the milling horses of the Rohirrim. With a knowing grin, Legolas indicated with a pointed arm towards the open fields to the right of the army which were either mounting their horses or merging into formation to march forth in the next few minutes.

Upon the plains he saw Shadowfax racing about beside Aerlaer, pale grey and creamy white legs flashing and manes dancing in the wind as they spun and reared at each other in play. They were a sight to behold and he imagined the young Prince beside him wholly agreed as he too watched them play and race one another.

"Even Shadowfax cannot match her for speed." Gandalf chuckled as Aerlaer raced ahead of the larger and heavier Meara stallion.

"She is truly swift." Legolas murmured with a hint of reverence in his low voice. "At one point during the battle, she let me ride her, I have not moved so quick in all my life." He added quietly and Gandalf turned and smiled at him. Aerlaer did not simply let anyone upon her back unless the need called for it, and she trusted them fully. He was quite sure Legolas was the first elf who was not a part of the herd to be given such a privilege by the young Princess.

"For one of the Edhelroch, to let you sit upon their back is an honor, higher than that of one of the Meara allowing you upon their backs." Gandalf said and the elf nodded.

"I hate to end their wild freedom, but I really do need my steed back." Gandalf took in a long breath and let out a piercing whistle he knew both the Meara and elfhorse would hear over the noise of the soldiers waiting to ride out. The pair paused mid game and the sound of Shadowfax's returning neigh met his ears, followed by the more feminine neigh of Aerlaer as both wheeled and raced in a stretched-out gallop towards the army. Many of the soldiers paused in their conversations as they sat astride their own horses to watch the Meara who had caused quite a stir amongst the soldiers of Gondor as too had the elleth, who he was certain many did not realize was also the horse racing towards them at breakneck speed alongside Shadowfax. Legolas smirked beside him and Gandalf caught a snippet of conversation between a couple of Imrahil's soldiers as they stopped to watch.

"To own a horse like that." One of the men sighed. "You would be untouchable, surely."

"They are not horses, they are Meara, they only allow royalty to sit upon their noble backs." Another man explained and Gandalf held in his own chuckle.

"Oh, surely if one were kind enough, they would allow themselves to be ridden. Imagine charging to war upon one of them."

"Aye, you would feel like royalty." The first man said with reverence and then they fell silent as both Shadowfax and Aerlaer slowed to a canter and then a slow trot; elegantly moving through the soldiers to stop before he and Legolas.

Gandalf stroked Shadowfax's neck fondly as he watched Aerlaer playfully butt Legolas in the chest to which he laughed and spoke softly in his own tongue to her. She did not bother shifting back to elf which was probably a good thing for if she did, he was sure they would be waiting longer while the elves most likely ended up kissing yet again.

Thranduil would throw one of his royal tantrums if he knew his son's actions were not befitting of a Prince of his courtly upbringing. It seemed Aerlaer was just as bad and he had no doubt if her mother was still in Middle Earth, she would have been appalled by her daughter's behavior.

It was surely odd, but now was not the time to dwell on it, although he and Aragorn had spoken of them recently and it seemed Legolas did not understand why he was acting so. Galadriel had hinted something to him about both her granddaughter and Legolas being unlike other elves and they would undoubtedly be drawn to one another but when he had asked her reasoning for such assumptions she had simply smiled mysteriously. He had known Galadriel long enough to not question her further although they had discussed other things at length concerning the two young elves.

Turning to Pippin, who had been silent by his side, Gandalf lifted him to sit upon Shadowfax's back, noting the hobbit weight more than he had a day earlier, before leaping up himself and settling comfortably. Legolas was still speaking quietly with Aerlaer and placed a kiss upon her forlock before turning and leaping up into his saddle where Gimli already waited patiently for the army to move out.

Elrohir and Elladan came to stand their mares beside Aerlaer and the rangers, now down to eighteen after losses during the battle, stood mounted facing Aragorn, who looked truly the part of a King as he addressed them all.

"I have been asked to lead this march; however I will ride with each group on our journey." He said clearly and Gandalf was proud to see the ranger finally becoming the King he was born to be.

"I have spoken with Halbarad and we have decided Taurorn will lead the rangers towards this battle." Gandalf noticed the delighted look upon the young ranger's face. "To those of the Fellowship, I ask you to once again ride with me for we have come this far and now we finish this together!" The hobbits and Gimli cheered at that and Legolas grinned while Aerlaer half reared. "Come friends, to Mordor!" Aragorn cried and wheeling Brego who Merry also sat astride, galloped off towards the head of the line along with Aerlaer, Legolas and Gimli. Shadowfax thundered without effort after them, the tails of the horses streaming out like silky banners. The Army of the West fell silent as they watched Aragorn and the Fellowship gallop to the head of the line where Imrahil's men waited, some also mounted on fine horses.

"Are we ready?" Aragorn asked Prince Imrahil who nodded. He then spun Brego to address the entire army.

"We march to the Black Gate!" He cried out and with the sound of horns and the cries of the soldiers, troop by troop, company by company, the entire Army of the West moved out and towards the great causeway towards Mordor.

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As she and Shadowfax had predicted, the going was incredibly slow, even though they lead the march alongside Aragorn. There course was towards Osgiliath along the well-worn causeway. As they travelled along at either a swift walk or a slow trot, Aerlaer flitted between conversation with the horses and Shadowfax, and the Fellowship. Her cousins rode with the rangers, so there were no antics to be had.

Noon came and went and still they marched on although now Aerlaer was certain she could see Osgiliath on the horizon. Legolas had seen it too for he asked Aragorn if the stone buildings he saw were indeed that city to which the ranger nodded. Scouts rode a mile ahead of them and presently one returned to inform them they approached the city and were not far off. At Aragorn's command, he rode off again to alert the city of their coming.

Eventually the city of Osgiliath rose up before them and Aerlaer was surprised at its size for it seemed as big as Minas Tirith, perhaps bigger. It was not built up in steps into the mountain, but on the lay of the land; tall piers and buildings rising high into the sky. Soon she could depict the destruction which had befallen this once majestic structure and as they reached its broken walls, she could see the infrastructure which had been laid bare by the forces of Sauron's armies.

"Curse the one who has broken down such beautifully placed stone." Gimli muttered darkly behind Legolas and Aerlaer had to agree. The builders of this city had clearly put their hearts into each carefully placed stone; their craftsmanship creating elegant stone buildings. She noted the stone itself was darker than that of Minas Tirith but still this city even in its ruin was magnificent. As the army halted at the gates, Prince Imrahil beckoned for a small group of his soldiers to enter with him along with Aragorn and those of the Fellowship. They each dismounted from their horses and Aerlaer shifted, shaking her hair out and flipping it over her shoulder. She felt the presence of Legolas and felt better for having him beside her as they walked just behind Aragorn and Imrahil along the paved road. The city she realised was built on both sides of the wide river. A wide bridge expanded its width so the city could be accessed on either side.

Men were busily working, strengthening ferries and boat bridges along with gathering stores which had been partially sabotaged by the enemy. Many of the workers paused to watch them pass as they followed Imrahil's lead. She was not exactly sure why they had stopped here in Osgiliath, but it was a break from the plains. They had not passed nearly enough trees in her opinion.

Two men ran out purposely from one of the still standing stone buildings and conversed quickly with Imrahil and Aragorn mostly about how the city fared and how Minas Tirith fared and then after more words of foreboding over the task at hand which did not sit well with her or it seemed the hobbits for these Gondor men seemed altogether too pessimistic. She briefly glanced to Legolas; he was the picture of indifference, but she was certain he was in deep thought.

They left the half-fallen city and then marched onward and through the old city of Gondor which truly was in ruins. Then, she smelt it. Raising her head high in the air, she pricked her ears, catching whispers on the breeze. Trees! She could smell trees! Legolas seemed to sense their nearness too and stood up in his stirrups to scan the land across the river as they crossed over an old stone bridge.

"It is part of Ithilien!" He exclaimed. "Elves still dwell here although more towards the South for we are crossing the North which is not as dense and rich as the South. Still, I am gladdened to be amongst trees again."

"I thought after Galadriel's words, your heart no longer rested amongst the trees Legolas?" Gimli asked and Aerlaer noticed a smile play on his lips.

"No, it doesn't, but still I love the trees, that will never go away for they are a part of me and always will be as the sea is now too, I think. Although, the Lady's prophecy was not entirely about the sea." He said, tilting his head at her briefly with a knowing smile before looking ahead again towards the woods, or what was left of it.

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The condition of these lands saddened Legolas. The enemy had destroyed much and barely any creatures dwelt beneath the trees which remained here. He passed Arod close to their trunks and ran his hands gently along them, feeling their lifeforces and their spirits. They stood strong and defiant and he smiled at that. The trees seemed pleased for his presence and that of Aerlaer's too as she touched many with her nose or brushed against them with her shoulder as she passed them. It seemed they were speaking which caused him much joy for it meant elves had been amongst these trees in the past and they remembered them. He halted Arod and placed a hand upon a young pine to listen to its words.

'We rejoice for it has been many years since elves walked beneath our boughs.' He smiled and moved onto another tree, pressing his hand gently against it. This one was a wild fig and its spirit seemed to sigh at his touch.

"Telperion, your light will bring this land from darkness." He paused at that.

"Why do you call me Telperion?" He asked the tree with his mind. The trees of the Greenwood sometimes called him Telperion, he had come to accept it was an endearment of sorts but a tree of Ithilien naming him the very same? He found that strange indeed.

"Because you are." The tree answered and he detected the fig was happy." Shaking his head, he retracted his hand from its trunk and moved on.

"You're talking to the trees, aren't you?" Gimli muttered, clearly uncomfortable with the concept.

"Yes, my friend, but these trees are overjoyed by our presence. They know of elves and are not as the harried trees in Fangorn which are wilder even than some of the trees in the wildest parts of the Greenwood.

"Hmm well I will trust your judgement then." Gimli decided gruffly and he smiled although it did not reach his cheeks as he wondered over the fig's words. He placed his hand against another fir tree, and listened.

"Your light and hers will vanquish darkness." Confused he rode on, peering at Aerlaer, she had shifted to elf form and moved fluently between the trees but she too looked confused by their words. She looked towards him and for a moment their eyes locked questioningly on each other. Her dark brows were slightly furrowed, and then she broke their gaze and continued gazing about the woods.

The sun sat low in the sky and its light filtered through the woods, causing her hair to glow golden. In this landscape she looked incredible in her creamy white and gold dress as the sun lit up the trees around them and what foliage remained.

The trees must simply mean the light of the elves he decided but still, he felt as if he should know something, something which he could not quite grasp on to.

"We will rest here for the night." Imrahil declared and the contingent stopped, and Legolas heard many sighs and exclamations of relief from the soldiers behind them.

"I think some of us should continue on towards the Crossroads." Aragorn said and Imrahil considered this and then nodded.

"Yes, those upon horses can continue to the Crossroads but those on foot need to rest. I will send a group of Gondor men out with one of the commanders from Minas Tirith." He added and Aragorn nodded as Imrahil turned his horse and disappeared into his own ranks.

"Legolas, speak with Éomer of these plans, I will speak with Taurorn, I know the rangers will follow us and I wager Éomer's men will too." Together they turned Arod and Brego and moved down the line of men. He came to the Rohirrim and located Éomer who was speaking with one of the Gondor men.

"Aragorn asks if you would like to continue on with him to the Crossroads?" Legolas murmured and the Rohan Lord nodded immediately.

"We will go wherever Aragorn leads us." He said and to that Legolas smiled.

"I will inform him, my friend." He replied as he moved Arod further down the line to where the rangers stood astride their tough horses watching while Taurorn, Aragorn and Halbarad spoke. He saw Legolas and looked questioningly at him.

"Éomer and his riders will accompany you." He said and Aragorn looked relieved. He made his way back up the line, the rangers following and then the Rohirrim joining them until they were grouped at the head of the line in a small clearing. Aerlaer stood beside him. Her hand resting against his arm comfortably and he relished her touch for they had only briefly come into contact since they had left Minas Tirith mid-morning.

He watched as an armored and gallant looking Gondor man, he supposed was the commander Imrahil spoke of rode forward on a showy, black horse. The man was not facing him, but Legolas immediately recognized his snake charming voice and groaned inwardly. It was Bregon. Of course, it is Bregon. He wondered if he asked nicely enough and explained his reasoning if one of the trees would knock him from his horse with a well-timed swipe of a branch. The image of such a wonderful thing happening caused him to grin. A grin he realised the man he was imaginarily plotting against saw and frowned disapprovingly at him. Ha I will not let him darken my mood. Perhaps Aerlaer could have a word with his black horse, convince the high-strung looking creature to buck him off. Although he had the feeling any such actions displayed by the black horse would not end well for the magnificent creature looked rather nervous as it was, froth dried on his chest from where he had undoubtably been chaffing at his bit, head pulled in.

The Gondor riders walked forward and with a farewell to Imrahil who would remain with the foot soldiers, the large group of riders set off towards the Crossroads which was still many miles ahead of them. Aerlaer remained between Arod and Shadowfax as they cantered through the trees and he was gladdened for it for not too many paces behind them Bregon rode, leading his riders.

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"Do you suppose the Cross-road is safe from the enemy?" Gimli muttered warily as the group of nine slowed to a silent halt.

"Soon we will find out." One of the Gondor riders replied as he quietly slid down from his horse.

"Be silent all of you, if I call out in distress, two of you race back to the rest of the herd and inform Shadowfax." Aerlaer instructed the seven horses who each agreed to follow her command if they should come across the enemy. She then shifted back to elf form.

"I do not know if I will ever become accustomed to that." The other Gondor man whispered quietly to the one who had spoken to Gimli while the small group withdrew their weapons.

"Think yourself lucky she does not shift from elf to a fearsome and unbelievably large bear." Halbarad, who had accompanied the scout group, reprimanded the young Gondor soldier.

"There are beings that can shift to bear form?" He asked in wonder and fear and Halbarad chuckled.

"Indeed, there were."

"Well, I think once this is all over I need to indulge in some travelling for I feel quite naïve of our world. Never have I seen hobbits or elves or dwarves! You elves especially make us look like an uncouth and backward bunch!" Legolas chuckled quietly at the young man's comment as too did Aerlaer and Gimli.

"What is your name, laddy?" Gimli asked him kindly.

"Hasdir." He introduced himself. "And my companion here is Dimaethor." The other Gondor soldier inclined his head, but he seemed wary of them, although Legolas did not miss the admiration also in his eyes for Aerlaer.

"Shall we split up or stick together as a group, my Lord?" Hasdir asked him uncertainly looking to him. And it begins. He held back a wry half smile at the use of a title.

"We will go in as a group. Aerlaer, Halbarad, Aerlaer and I will flank the five of you." Legolas ordered, realizing the small group had come to a silent agreement he would command them. He received eight nods and then they moved into formation.

He hoped Aerlaer would not notice he had purposely taken the outer flank to shield her if they were ambushed. Although he was confident none of the enemy awaited them, he was not taking any risks; not like the last three times he had thought she was safe. He turned to her in the dying light and she flashed him a confident grin, her eyes dancing. He purposely let the back of his hand brush against hers, feeling small sparks as their skin touched. With his other hand, he signaled the others to move forwards into the denser trees.

"When we reach the center ask a tree if it has seen anything of interest to us." He murmured so quietly only another elf would have known he had even spoken. Aerlaer gave him a slight nod. He could feel the tenseness of his small party but Aerlaer seemed calm as she sought out anything unusual in the trees ahead of them, bow and two arrows in hand.

The trees were quiet as they continued on and came to the heart of the roads to which the two Gondor soldiers cursed angrily under their breath. A mighty statue of a king had been beheaded and now upon his proud shoulders rested the crude head of an orc. He felt anger well up within him for the injustice. This was why they marched to Mordor. This was why he had stood up all those months ago in Rivendell and pledged himself to the Fellowship, so Middle Earth would not come to see the fate of orcs ruling over the lands, laying all in their path to waste.

Legolas quietly called to his small group to halt before the great statue. Aerlaer walked to the side of the road and pressed her hand against a tree and he beckoned the group to follow and guard her as she spoke with the fir at length. He kept his eyes focused in the trees around them, seeking out any danger but there was none to be seen and Aerlaer stepped back from the tree, a smile playing on her lips.

"We are quite safe, orcs fled back towards Mordor early morning, but none have passed through these cross-roads since." Aerlaer reported, but it seemed she held something back.

"What of the Easterlings?" He asked.

"None have been seen and the quaking of earth by the heavy footfall of the mumakil have not been sensed. I believe we may have finished them off." She replied but still, something was amiss, yet her eyes sparkled.

"Did they mention anything else of interest?" He pressed, searching her eyes. She only shrugged.

"It is going to rain lightly during the night, but they welcome the presence of elves and are excited to learn two more of our kin are yet to arrive. As long as only dead wood is used and the shifty dwarf does not raise his axe to trunk or root, we may stay here safely and light a fire."

The men laughed quietly at Gimli's expense and he turned to glare at Aerlaer.

"It's as if elves can do no wrong." He grumbled. "But dwarves! Well we just have to think about taking our axe from its holster and nature is against us! Bah no trust despite traipsing around the countryside with the pointy ears!" He ranted. "I'm off to let Aragorn and company know it's safe." He declared and made to leave.

"Do you forget the horse also does not have trust in you or you he?" Legolas asked nonchalantly and Gimli stopped in his tracks and huffed.

"Well you better come with me to steer the damn beast, elf."

"No, Hasdir and Halbarad shall go. We will need that axe of yours, my friend, to chop through some of the dead wood to build a fire." He said and begrudgingly Gimli came back as the two men walked back the way they had come to their horses.

As the four men of Rohan and Gondor set about gathering firewood, Gimli drew out a fire in the very center of the crossing of the roads. Legolas took the moment to find out what Aerlaer was not telling him and sauntered towards where she was standing before the fallen head of the statue king.

"I know you did not tell me everything from the tree." He stated calmly and she continued looking to the head before her, a smile again playing on her lips.

"The King, the enemy may have tried to take his honor, but even the plants know they are wrong for it, that this evil is wrong. Look, they have grown him a new crown." Legolas looked and she was correct, the King did have a crown of vine and flowers. Still she had not answered his question.

"Aerlaer?" Without a word she beckoned him forward and they knelt before the statue's head. Legolas had no idea what the purpose of this was.

"See anything unusual?" She asked casually and he immediately began looking at the yellow and brown leaf matter before them. The light was almost gone from the sky, and the moon was rising but despite the faded light, he noticed a half dried and curled strange, dark green leaf. Reaching out, he picked it up to examine.

"No wind could have blown the leaf of a mallorn tree so far from the Golden Wood." He said with a wide grin. The hobbits had been here!

"Green leaves don't fall idly, not until they turn to gold." Aerlaer said sagely and he snorted in laughter. The relief and glee he felt over having physical proof Frodo and Sam had passed this way, despite having already known from Faramir, had suddenly piqued his humor and as her words sunk in even more he laughed outrightly now, causing Gimli to look strangely at him. Aerlaer too looked as if she thought he had completely lost his acorns and raised a perfect elegant brow at him.

"Do you realize what you said?" He managed to ask between laughter and after a moment she grinned and joined in laughing, her melodious voice a joy so close to Mordor. He was meant to be the responsible leader but right now he did not care.

"I did not think elves were ones to cause a racket." Gimli said as he strode up to them but when he caught sight of the leaf Legolas was holding up, his eyes widened.

"Well this is a joyful and comforting thing to see! Aragorn and Gandalf will be glad to learn of this!" Aerlaer stood and held her hand out to him and Legolas took it and upon rising pulled her into a chaste embrace before reluctantly letting her go to help with the gathering of dry, dead wood beneath the trees.

...

With no need to pitch tents for none were brought, the company of riders settled quickly, however Imrahil had riders go to each end of the crossroads and there they had blown their horns announcing a warning to their enemy; the company of the west were on their way.

The noise they made was fearsome, Aerlaer thought as she walked through the horses, checking all were well and bore no injuries. She had healed a swollen fetlock on a sorrel chestnut mare of Gondor, along with a bruised heel of a steel grey gelding and the tight shoulder of a bay mare. Not one of the horses of the Rohirrim or the rangers and of course of the three elves, had a single injury. It was just these Gondor horses and to Aerlaer it was a clear indication who was the better horse masters. The Gondor horses were more nervous also although she had not seen one step out of place since they had ridden out. As she passed by a long legged, black horse, she felt wariness radiating from him and paused and turned back to him. He possessed strength tempered by elegance.

"My friend, what worries you? I promise we are safe." She lowered her face to his nose and gently blew into his nostrils as way of greeting and he returned the gesture. Only then did Aerlaer lay a hand gently against his neck and felt the strong horse lean into her palm, as if he were seeking comfort as a small foal would a mare. The action worried her.

"Yes, we are safe here but it is not the location which worries me, rather those I must share it with." He said.

"Your rider?" Aerlaer guessed and received a downhearted yes.

"He has no patience. I was trained to do my best and it is all I strive to do yet he harries me and even raises his hand or a stick at me." Aerlaer hissed in annoyance between her teeth. She had a mind to crack a stick over his rider's head.

"I tried bucking him off before we left but he beat me. There's a burr stuck in my saddle blanket."

"And you've been traveling with it all day?" Aerlaer asked incredulously. He nodded. "You are very strong to endure it for so long. Especially with such a terrible rider. His balance is not so great, you have great patience." Aerlaer murmured as she moved around the tall horse and located with dismay the red raw welt which was weeping just behind his offside shoulder. If I had to endure that rider for but a single moment and this, I would have bucked him off and trampled him. She thought to herself.

"I will heal this, and I will check over your saddle blanket and remove the burr." She said as she tenderly laid her right hand over the wound, the surrounding muscles spasming from the pain he felt.

"What is your name, my friend?" She asked as she set to work

"I am called, Tondir." He said and Aerlaer nodded to herself for indeed he was tall, surely nearing seventeen hands. Tall like Aerthor and her father. She finished healing him and stepped back to his head.

"I will speak with Prince Imrahil and Aragorn and ask a word be had with all the riders of Gondor as a collective group before we ride out tomorrow and I will keep an eye on how your rider treats you." She thought to him and once she had found out which saddle and pad belonged to him, she easily found the burr and discarded it. How in Arda Bregon had not noticed this burr or treated the wound was beyond her.

Bidding Tondir and the other horses a good eve, Aerlaer made her way back towards where Legolas and her other companions were setting out bed rolls for the night as were the rest of the camp, while some of the soldiers roasted conies and pheasant they had managed to shoot amongst the trees and brush as they had waited while the crossroads had been scouted.

Aerlaer ignored the scent of the cooking flesh as she passed around the crowded campfire towards her companions. Elrohir appeared beside her and pressed something into her hand. She looked at it in surprise and then at him.

"Lembas? How?"

"I completely forgot I had an extra store of it in my left saddlebag. I also forgot I carried something for Legolas, wrapped and strapped to my saddle." He chuckled and immediately she was curious. What could he have for Legolas? He seemed to read her mind for he chuckled again.

"Eat up, you'll need your strength, Tithinriel; I have bets to place and take." He answered mysteriously and laughed as Aerlaer increased her pace, eager to find Legolas, and whatever he had received.

Hey all, and thank you to the following reviewers! You rock! I'm starting back with individual replies from chapter 61 onwards now I'm back in the game!

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