Lady Lithoniel: Hello people! I've decided to go ahead with my plan of Faramir/OC so to all you people who disagree, TO BAD IT'S MY STORY NOW MWAHAHAHAHA!

Nostariel: As if they didn't think you were already crazy enough

Lady Lithoniel: Be quiet you already have a boyfriend, now on with the show!

My POV

We galloped through the night and the sun was now rising, lacing the sky with pink and gold. I patted my faithful steed's neck.

"Mae carnen Freyda!" I said and she whinnied in response and sped up slightly. We splashed through a stream and up ahead I could hear Gandalf speak.

"We just entered the realm of Gondor!"

A few hours later we crested a hill and the white city of Minas Tirith lay before us. A colossal city carved out of the mountain, it was breath taking.

"Minas Tirith city of Kings!" I breathed. 'If only you could see this!' I thought to my friends.

Nostariel's POV

I was terribly worried. I can't believe I was going to have to go to the doors of the dead! I took a deep breath and sighed. It had been very quiet since Lithoniel had left; all we could do was wait until the beacons were lit. I gazed at the mountains as I had done for the past two hours, just waiting.

My POV

We galloped through the city gates

"Make way!" I cried as we rode up one level after another. Once in front of the citadel we jumped of our horses. I was surprised that Freyda made such a journey, but there was no time to think about it now. We strode by the white tree that Pippin stopped to look at, I ignored his cries as I straightened out the black riding dress I was wearing. We entered the hall and I saw Denethor upon his throne. We all bowed and I stole Gandalf's line.

"Hail Denethor son of Ecthelion, lord and steward of Gondor. We come with tidings in this dark hour and with council."

He looked up, mildly surprised to see an elf, but none the less he spoke.

"Perhaps you have some to explain this." He said holding up a cloven horn that I instantly recognized as Boromir's and I swallowed hard as the images of the battle flashed through my mind. Before I could speak Pippin bent down on one knee.

"Boromir died to save us, my kinsman and me and an elf maid who was our friend. He fell defending us from many foes."

"Pippin!" I hissed.

"I offer you my services in payment of this debt."

"Get up." Gandalf and I said at the same time. I turned back to Denethor.

"My lord there will be a time to grieve for Boromir, but it is not now. War is coming the enemy is on your doorstep, already I feel Sauron's power grow day by day!" I said then Gandalf continued, "As steward you are charged with the defense of this city! Where are Gondor's armies?" I picked it up again, "You still have friends, and you are not alone in this fight. Send word to Théoden of Rohan. Light the Beacons."

He seemed shaken for a moment, but continued, "You think you are wise Mithrandir and..?"

"I am Lady Lithoniel, of the Northern Sea shores."

Even Gandalf looked at me in surprise for he did not even know.

"Yet for all your subtleties you have not wisdom. Do you think the eyes of the White Tower are blind? I have seen more than you know. With your left hand you would use me as a shield against Mordor, and with your right you would seek to supplant me! I know who rides with Théoden of Rohan. Oh yes! Word has reached my ears of this Aragorn, son of Arathorn, and I tell you now I will not bow to this Ranger from the North, last of a ragged house long bereft of lordship." Denethor snarled.

"Authority is not given to you to deny the return of the King!" I said standing as tall I could, my eyes burning with anger. Must be an elvish thing.

"Rule of Gondor is mine and no others!" he yelled back. Gandalf and I turned away bidding Pippin to follow. I stood on the balcony of my room gazing at the stars, or what stars I could see for the sky close to Mordor had darkened in cloud and I knew that when that cloud reached the city the battle would begin. Yet I smiled. All day the people had been staring at Gandalf, Pippin and I. Rumors spread through out the city that the prince of hobbits and the Queen of Sea elves had come. I had to gently tell them that I was a sea elf, but no Queen and I did not know if there were any more of us left. It was fun while it had lasted though. All of a sudden a greenish white light spiraled into the sky. I looked at it with a mixture of fascination and horror.

"So it begins." I whispered to the dark. I sighed, Faramir would be fighting soon. I had always liked him. 'Is it just me or are all the hot guys in this film taken' I thought, but then I smirked, maybe I could change that. The next morning I saw Gandalf heading up to the beacons. I quietly followed him.

"What are you doing, Mithrandir?" I asked. He turned to me.

"Sending for help, with the help of a certain hobbit."

"Good, what should I do?"

"Go around, convince the people that there is still hope."

"Right away Mithrandir!"

I sped off; I knew it wouldn't be hard to attract attention. All of a sudden a young boy ran up to me. He looked very frightened.

"What's wrong little one?" I said softly.

"The people say that there is no hope that we will perish!" he said tearfully.

"What is your name?" I asked.

"Arathon."

"Well Arathon, listen to me there is always hope! Spread the word, we will not give up. A wise friend of mine once said to me when I was scared, "No matter how deep the darkness, the smallest light of hope can drive it away." Heed those words, there is always hope!" I said, picking the child up. He couldn't be more then 8 or 9. I walked down the streets talking to him as we looked for his family. Many people stared, but I just smiled and to some I whispered telepathically, "Have Hope friends!" All of a sudden a woman ran up to me.

"Arathon, there you are! I'm sorry," she gasped when she saw I was an elf she bowed her head.

"I'm so sorry Milady."

"Do not be sorry," I said trying to sound mysterious, but then I dropped the act, "Please call me Lithoniel."

The woman smiled and walked away. I smiled as her son repeated what I said and I heard her tell some of her friends. I smiled, the chain was set in motion. All of a sudden a cry went up.

"The beacon, the beacon of Amon Din is lit!"

"Way to go Pippin!"

Nostariel's POV

Aragorn and I sat in silence. I had been watching the horizon ever since Lithoniel left and Aragorn had joined me, smoking his pipe, but I didn't mind. All of a sudden the mountain top was lit up by an orange light. Aragorn and I looked at each other then ran to the Golden hall as fast as we could. We burst the doors shouting.

"The Beacons are lit, Gondor calls for aid!"

We looked at the king who froze for a moment before smiling.

"And Rohan will answer! Muster the Rohirrim!"

A moment later we all strode out of the hall dressed for battle. I quickly mounted the horse with Legolas as we awaited more orders. I looked over at Galadwen who was perched on a dark grey mare, who knew she could even ride? We looked up as Éomer spoke.

"Now is the hour, riders of Rohan, oaths you have taken now fulfill them all! To lord and land!" he spurred his horse forward and we followed him riding to Dunharrow where the army awaited.

My POV

All of a sudden I heard the terrible shriek of the Nazgûl! My friends and I quickly mounted our horses and sped out onto the plains. Ahead of us the ring wraiths were on monstrous winged creatures and they were attacking a small group of men. Gandalf raised his staff and a bright light came out. I blew in my horn and the noise and the light seemed to drive them off.

"To Minas Tirith!" I yelled and we galloped back to the city. We all crowded around the statue and Gandalf, Pippin and I turned to see Faramir in front of us. He was even cuter in person!

"Mithrandir, they've taken the bridge and the West bank. Battalions of Orcs are crossing the river. He stared at Pippin.

"Faramir? This is not the first hobbit to cross your path?" I said and in turn he looked at me curiously and I smiled.

"No." he said breathlessly. Pippins face brightened.

"You've seen Frodo and Sam?"

He nodded.

"Where? When?" I asked.

"In Ithilien, not to days ago."

We all looked at each other happily.

"Milady, Gandalf, they've taken the road to the Morgul vale."

"And the pass of Cirith Ungol?" I gasped. He nodded silently. Pippin looked at our grim faces with worry.

"What does that mean? What's wrong?"

"Law, ú tana uldor ardae!" I cried in elvish. I saw them staring, "Sorry, I am an elf."

"Faramir tell us everything." Gandalf said. We all went to a quiet part of the city. I sat mostly in silence. I asked a few questions here and there, and I noticed Faramir looking at me curiously.

"Thank you Faramir, rest now you will need your strength, war is not far off." I said gravely before disappearing into the nearby shadows. A few hours later I stood on the battlements gazing at the distant city of Osgiliath, which my elven eyes could make out in the dark.

"I melain berio le mellons nin" I whispered in elvish. All of a sudden I heard someone approach. I turned to see Faramir standing there.

"I'm sorry I did not mean to disturb you Milady."

"It is all right Faramir, please call me Lithoniel."

He nodded and joined me at the wall.

"I've met very few elves before, yet you are different."

"Yes, I was born and raised on the Northern sea shores, but I left them long ago. My friends are currently with King Théoden preparing for battle, they will come I know it."

"You look like you're skilled in battle."

"That I am, but nothing can prepare either of us for the battles ahead, the battle for Middle Earth!"

We stood there in silence for a few moments.

"You knew my brother." Faramir said. I was a bit startled by this, but I quickly recovered.

"Yes, I knew him for a time, but he was a very proud man, and a mighty warrior."

"Yes and yet he perished."

"A single arrow may slay the mightiest man, Boromir was pierced by many. I was there; in fact I looked into his eyes as he took his last breath." I turned to Faramir whose expression was unreadable. 'You're brother died with great honor, for he took many of his foes with him. He was one of the greatest warriors I've ever seen.' I said in my mind to him. I laughed softly, "The lady of the Golden Wood is not the only one who can speak without words."

"You've been there?"

"Yes, and I hope I shall return one day. Behold the horn of the Galadhrim!" I said showing him Galadriel's gift. He gazed at it in wonder.

"There is always hope Faramir, that is the lesson I have learned, especially during the Battle of Helm's Deep. We were greatly out numbered, yet we triumphed and my sword took 44 Uruks!" I said laughing grasping the hilt of my sword.

"Well done." He smiled. I nodded and thanked him. I was very tired after everything that had happened so I decided to get some rest.

"I bid thee goodnight Faramir, elf friend." I smiled as I turned to go to my room.

"Goodnight Lady Lithoniel." He said, "I will cherish our moments together."

He is so sweet! I thought to myself and I couldn't help, but smile. Something he made me do a lot when I was around him. Dawn came with sadness. Faramir and his men were going back to Osgiliath. The horses marched in silence down the streets. I ran up to him.

"Faramir! Your father's will has turned to madness! Do not throw your life away so rashly!" I said. He looked at me, sorrow in his eyes.

"Where do my loyalties lie if not here? I would gladly give my life to this city, her beauty, her memory. Farewell Lady Lithoniel, I wish we could have gotten to know each other better. "

"A noble sentiment, but you will be no use to this city dead!"

He didn't answer, but rode on.

"Your father loves you Faramir." I called after him, and then whispered to him telepathically, "and I do to. But your father will remember he loves you before the end. I have already realized it."

He stopped and turned to me. He smiled sadly and bowed his head before riding off. I turned and fled to the battlements, my long cloak billowing out behind me. I stood at the wall and watch them go to the ruined city. I turned away as the orcs loosed their arrows. Tears rolling down my face. 'What if something different happened? What if Faramir didn't come back?'

Nostariel's POV

Galadwen and I walked alongside the king surveying the army before us.

"Six thousand spears," he mused, "less then half of what I'd hoped."

"Six thousand will not be enough to break the lines of Mordor." I said grimly.

"More will come." He said.

"Every hour lost hastens Gondor's defeat. We have until dawn, and then we must ride!" I said dramatically. The king nodded and Galadwen and I took our leave. I met up with Legolas and we walked together, Galadwen went off on her own. We watched as the horses reared and were restless.

"The horses are restless and the men are quiet." Legolas mused and I nodded in agreement. Éomer walked up to us.

"They grew nervous in the shadow of the mountain."

Then Gimli joined us.

"That road there, where does that lead?" he asked.

"It is the road to the Dimholt, the door under the mountain." I said.

"None who venture there ever return." Éomer said. I gazed at the fissure in the rock and shuddered, why did I have to go there? I thought bitterly. I sighed, O well at least I get to hang with Legolas. That night I awoke to see a cloaked figure riding into the camp.

"Lord Elrond?" I gasped. He turned to me and nodded. I bowed and let him on his way. About an hour later I was saddled up with Legolas and we were riding onto the narrow road in the mountain. 'Remember to go with the king Galadwen.' I said to her in my mind.

'No prob' was the reply. We had to dismount off the horses for the road got very narrow. Just ahead was a door with skulls in the wall around it and I shuddered. Legolas put a comforting arm on my shoulder. I looked up and saw symbols above the door and Legolas read them.

"The way is shut, it was made by those who are dead and the dead kept it, the way is shut!"

All of a sudden a gust of air blew out of the darkness and made a terrible noise, like someone drawing their dying breath. The horses reared and fled. I called after them, but to no avail. Aragorn turned to the door un-afraid.

"I do not fear death!" he said before disappearing into the dark. Legolas followed and I quickly followed him, grasping his hand in the dark.

Galadwen's POV

I sighed, I had not heard from Nostariel in hours and I was beginning to worry, but I had other things to take care of. I got on my horse and rode to join up with the others. We started the charge. I had my spear that I held proudly. All of a sudden I saw Merry getting swooped up by another rider and I realized it was Éowyn! I rode next to her.

"Ride with us." I said winking. He grinned in return.

"My Ladies!"

We galloped off to Gondor, and war!

Lady Lithoniel: Wow this is getting more and more fun to write! I'd like to thank all of my reviewers, especially Marinawings and Darkness Knight. I've decided I will make this Faramir/OC (I've always thought he was extremely cute!) hope you enjoyed this story as much as I have.

Elvish:

Mae carnen Freyda! – well done Freyda!