I'm really sorry I took so long to update, but I had a terrible writer's block. I'll do my best to post the next chapter sooner!
And thank you for all your nice reviews! hands out Spartan-shaped cookies
14. After the battle
Aragorn and Éomer stood together in the middle of the battlefield.
"I said we would meet again my friend," the Ranger from the North said.
"I have not doubted your word, yet I feared that you would not make it in time. The days have been dark and devoid of hope."
"There is always hope," answered Aragorn. "Who are these red-cloaked warriors? I have never seen their like before."
"You do not know them?" Éomer asked, astounded. "I had thought it was you who sent them."
"I know them not."
"Then who are they?" asked the King of Rohan.
"Let us ride to meet them and find out," Aragorn decided.
So the heir of Isildur and the new King of Rohan sat out with Prince Imrahil of Dol Amroth, Legolas the Elf and Gimli the Dwarf to meet the small group of Spartan warriors.
Meanwhile, the Spartans had tended their wounded and gathered their dead. Now they were standing in a loose battle formation behind their king. He alone had not moved since the battle had ended. He had stood there and watched the others across the ruined land.
Who were these people? They looked human, at least. Except, perhaps, for the small one. The dark haired man and the dark blonde one seemed to know each other. Perhaps they had fought together before. From the way the others treated him, Leonidas thought that the dark haired man was the highest ranking among them.
Perhaps their king or their general. He would definetly be the one to keep an eye on.
Now they were slowly making their way towards them. Leonidas turned to look at his men.
"They do not appear to be threatening us. We will not attack until they do so."
The fact that they should do nothing without his order was left unsaid. It did not need to be mentioned. They were Spartans after all.
Calmly, Leonidas turned again to face the nearing strangers.