Chapter 8
Time to make a stand
The king of Gondor, Aragorn, though weary of her and her fellbeast, seems to be allright with helping Gondor.
The king of Rohan, not so much. Certainly not since she has arrived with Mithrandir, his eyes following her around with mistrust.
"And she confirms Mordor marches on Gondor ?" Gandalf answers affirmatively. "And what is she ?" Theoden says, his eyes falling on said girl.
"I am the Witch-King's daughter." Miwlir answers in Mithrandir's stead. "You do with that information what you will."
She turns around and is out of the throneroom in moments. The sun on her face makes her feel better than the stuffy room they were in. She could barely breathe in there.
Gandalf soon joins her. "We ride out tomorrow. Whatever you said, it worked."
Her eyebrows raise in surprise. "I did not say anything of use. But if it worked, so much the better."