This is a bit of a filler chapter. I decided to shorten it and post so you wouldn't have to wait so long. I don't know when the next chapter will be up, hopefully before the first week of August expires! :) Thanks for the reviews!

Change of Plans

"Lord Adrinnd," a guard dashed into the council room at dawn the next morning.

"What is it?" He demanded harshly. "I am extremely busy this morning."

"Something is going on down on the Pelennor Plains." He said hastily.

"Something?" His eyebrows shot up. "What is happening?"

"It seems to me that Aragorn is assembling an army in the field. They are pitching pavilions as we speak."

"What?" Lord Adrinnd's eyes blazed with shocked fury. "They weren't supposed to know of our location. Who –" He stopped short. "Those blasted hobbits! They escaped and told Aragorn where we were."

"What should we do, sir?" The soldier asked.

"I'll tell you what we will do," he flew into a rage, "We will gather our forces and march upon them at dawn!"

"Yes, sir," the guard bowed. "Shall I inform the troops?"

"Don't be daft, of course you should!" Adrinnd stormed. "Tell Araakk to come here."

"Yes, sir," the man left.

…

Peter, Legolas, and Gimli rode through the night and the next day to reach Minas Tirith as soon as possible. When they arrived, they saw thousands of canvas tents pitched on the plain. Riding up, they spotted Aragorn near the middle of the encampment arranging his men.

"What's going on, laddie?" Gimli demanded as they dismounted.

"We have found the identity and location of our enemy." Aragorn said shortly.

"Where are they?" Gimli shaded his eyes, gazing out over the fields.

"There," Aragorn pointed at the mountain range. "They have a fortress in the mountains. How they got there and established the force no one knows, however I have a lot to do and little time to do it in." He looked at Peter. "Who is your friend?"

"Aragorn, this is King Peter of Narnia." Legolas introduced as the two men shook hands and bowed slightly to each other.

"It is an honor to meet you sir." Aragorn greeted warmly. "I met your brother only last night."

"Edmund?" Peter inquired. "Where is he? How did he get here?"

"He's back in the city, gathering more troops." Aragorn said. "How he got here is too long of a story, but he fit the missing puzzle pieces together with me."

"Missing pieces?" Peter raised his eyebrows. "What on earth is going on?"

"We're preparing to battle our enemies."

"Enemies? What enemies?" Peter asked again.

"The men who took your sister is now threatening to destroy us." Aragorn said plainly.

"Took my sister?" Peter's eyes went wide. "You mean Susan?"

"Yes, but that's another long story." Aragorn motioned him forward. "Come with me and I will explain a bit about what has been going on."

…

Edmund jumped on Feriland as he told the whole story of getting lost in the Western Wild and how he and Peter came to Middle Earth in search of Susan.

"Where is the High King now, your majesty?" He asked, taking flight.

"He was near Isenguard the last time I knew, but he has probably headed here to Gondor by now." Edmund glanced behind his shoulder, watching Minas Tirith's lights fade.

He had spent the day helping Aragorn gather his soldiers. The peaceful silence that hung in the air made him want to drop off to sleep. To forget how sleepy he was, Edmund peered up at the stars, looking for new constellations.

"You're rather quiet, King Edmund." Feriland spoke. "Is something wrong?"

"I cannot help but feel a strange sense of dread." Edmund murmured. "I think it may be because we are flying into danger without being familiar with the enemy or the terrian."

"It may be that you are just tired, your majesty." Feriland suggest.

"Maybe that's it." Edmund yawned. "We should be silent now, we are nearing the mountains."

Araakk sulked into the council room. "What is it, Father? There are many things to do with the battle nearing."

"I wanted to talk about our newest prisoner." Adrinnd leaned back in his chair.

"Rabadash?"

"Yes, I have thought of the perfect punishment that will dispose of him almost immediately." He grinned with malice etched into every part of his face.

"And how," Araakk used a sarcastic tone, "Are you going to accomplish that feat?"

"Well, son," Adrinnd used the same voice, "I am going to send him to the front lines."

"And I assume you want me to carry out the punishment?" Araakk inquired.

"Who else would I ask?"

…

Rabadash cursed under his breath. Here he was trying to find Susan and everything had backfired on him. If only he could get his hands on Araakk! He would teach him a lesson he would never forget.

His cell door swung open and his adversary stepped through the door. "Come on." Araakk barked, pointing out the door.

"What is going on?" Rabadash demanded.

"My father has thought of the perfect penalty for you." Araakk snarled. "You are to serve on the front line of our troops." He held out Rabadash's sword. "Here's your weapon. Now march ahead of me so I can keep my eye on you."

Rabadash took his sword, glaring viciously at the other prince. "You'll pay for what you have done." He muttered angrily.

"And you will die this morning." Araakk retorted.

They went out into the main hall where the soldiers were assembling. Rabadash took his place on the edge of the group as Araakk watched him carefully. The line of men began moving towards the cavern's entrance. As soon as the evil prince was out of sight, Rabadash looked for an escape. Spotting a little alcove, he moved slowly to the hideout and stood stalk still in the shadows. Now, if only he could find the girl he had tried to rescue…

…

Lucy mounted her horse and followed Eowyn to the front of the company. It had been slow moving across Rohan with the large company. The evening before they had been attacked by a small band of foolish orcs and forced to wait out a storm the day before.

Eowyn and Lucy had become the best of friends by the time they had pulled out for their fifth day of travel. Today was the day they planned to reach Gondor and Minas Tirith. The sun had not yet risen and the air was still cool and fresh.

"What do you think will happen today, Lucy?" Eowyn laughed. "We've had a storm and an attack. I wonder what else is in store for us."

"I don't know." Lucy responded. "Hopefully nothing. However, I have a feeling something is bound to happen."

They stopped for lunch on the boarder of Gondor. Everyone was enjoying the refreshments, telling stories, and laughing as two scouts dashed madly to King Eomer. Suddenly, everyone was silent; knowing something terrible must have been discovered.

"Minas Tirith and Aragorn's army is under attack." The riders spoke swiftly. "They need reinforcements immediately."

Eomer was silent for a moment, and then he raised his voice. "Break camp, we leave immediately."

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I apologize for the lame chapter. The next one will be better and longer.