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Return of Kronos

Ch.7

KEY: emphasis(in Quotation), thought, author's note, in quotations=singing

A/N: I'm Back! I got something special also... A New Chapter!

"The thing about the Rohirrim is that they are nigh on fearless when riding in to battle. The way they do not falter is worthy of a lay to be sung by the finest of the bards. They sweep through their enemy like death sweeps over people in a plague, like a wave washes away any trace of foot prints on the shore. You almost feel pity for their enemies for they know they are doomed yet they cannot retaliate for when it crosses their minds it is too late, far too late. As the Rohirrim slaughter through their enemies, the Rohirrim's courage never falters. Nay, it only increases as they see the enemy run from them. But to no avail is their frantic scattering, for they cannot escape. Aye, their enemies cannot escape or fight. They can only die," I muttered, staring as the battle raged on .

Jake stared at me and asked, "Where did this come from?"

I glanced at him and said, before returning my gaze to the battle, "The Rohirrim?"

"No. The way you're acting. Where did that come from?" he asked slightly annoyed.

For once I laughed. Something I hadn't done in a long time. "That is how I think. That is what was going through my mind watching the Rohirrim tear apart the Orcs. That is were it came from."

For a long time we sat there overlooking the battle. When I was thoroughly convinced I said, "Well the battles over. Tell King Theoden that we are deep within his debt. Now though, I must retire." With that I staggered to my room and fell asleep on my bed, dreaming of Kaylie.

Unknown to me Kaylie came later that day, and said to me while I was still asleep, "Thank you." Then she kissed me and left.

I woke up hours later when the sun was going down. I saw Chiron looking at me from across the room. He said, "I'm very Grateful for what you have done here." I smiled. "However I want you to give command back to your father." My smile faded.

"But..." I began. "how will Mr. D. maintain the troops, the order, the rum?

"Rum?"

"Aye. We have rum. We've had it since the soldiers joined us, what, a month, 2 months, 10 months ago? Time begins to melt together after being so long in here. It will feel great to stretch again out in the open."

"Well you can start stretching out in the field while we dispose of the bodies." said Mr. D, standing in the door way.

"Yes Father," I said sullenly, for now Father had a large quantity of rum and with the gods still missing, it wouldn't last long. Wait, if Father is here are the rest of the gods back? It might be safer if I ask Chiron than Father. As Father left the room, I asked Chiron if we had word of the gods yet.

"No. We found Mr. D. at a party in San Francisco in one of the Gondorian camps. He was drunk,surprisingly on rum."

"Well he better not get into the rum here. It wouldn't be good to be led by a drunk even if that drunk is a god," I said.

"Yes it would be disastrous," Chiron agreed. He left after a minute, and I followed him out the door and I saw the out come of the battle.

Corpses were strewn across a large section of the forest the Orcs had cut down. People were piling and burning the dead, while others helped plant new trees and the Demeter children were trying to make it grow,but the Orc blood was hindering the process. Floyd son of Poseidon was trying to wash away the blood but Orc blood doesn't go away easily.

After doing my part of cleaning the field and planting trees, I went to spy on what was going on at a post-battle meeting. It was taking place in the top floor of the tower that the Big House became. Its members were Chiron Theoden Father Gimli and Aragorn. I grew a vine right up to the top floor and I climbed up it, right outside a window. And then I grew a thick platform for me to stand on. I silently listened to what they were saying.

"I want to talk to the kid. What was his name? Kree! At least he wasn't a drunk fool." a voice said. I recognized it as Gimli's.

"Now, now, be-" I heard a hiccup. "-polite. You don't want to-" hiccup, "-insult a god." That voice was obviously Father's.

"God or not, I want a sober person in command!" This voice was Theoden's.

"Fine. If you want Kree here he is." Father said. Immediately I was pushed trough the window and into the middle of the room by a wall of force. "See? Now what does he have to say about it?"

"I, I... I... I, I..." I stammered.

"I think that you should give him a position as one of the officers. He rightly deserves it," Chiron said.

Gimli said, "I agree."

Theoden agreed as well. Then Aragorn agreed.

Father grumbled, "Fine. But he will start as a lowly captain and work his way up." I turned to leave, "And," he continued, "You're not allowed to leave camp for two weeks. Now you may go."

"Sir?" I asked Father.

"Yes?" he replied.

"I want to make a suggestion about the morale of the troops."

"Go on."

"As you know we achieved a great victory today. However we have actually suffered a decrease in morale because of how close we were to being destroyed. The fact that we needed help also decreased it. Now there are times such as the Revolutionary War when having something to fight for made the troops more efficient and negated the effects of low morale. What I'm proposing is somewhat extreme, but with the gods gone we have no better choice. I propose that we as a whole create a midway between our worlds. I propose we make a new country." With that I finished my speech and I made for the door.

But I left to go to the woods, or what was left.

Nothing eventful happened that week. I stuck with Kaylie most of the time, hugging her, kissing her.