The Mordorien - LOTR/Aragorn Fanfic

II. The Quest for Ecthelion

"Impossible." Ecthelion said.
The men were baffled. Ecthelion looked over at Thorongil, but Thorongil stared me down. He first looked at my eyes as if trying to read me, then to my dark lips, down my chest and stopped at my feet.
"What's impossible?" I then asked. "That the Mordorien came to offer you help?"
"You simply cannot be the Mordorien." Thorongil said. "No one has ever seen him before, or knows if he even exists. It's a myth..."
"Ah I see." I said out loud and tapped my nails together. "That's it. You can't believe that the Mordorien is a woman." I said and scoffed. "Typical." I muttered under my breath.
"Even if you were the Mordorien..." Ecthelion said. "How do you think I would trust you? Especially if you are from Mordor yourself!"
"My word should be strong enough! I know of Mordor and I see the darkness moving in there. It needs to be stopped." I said, but I knew they still didn't trust me. "What must I do to make you believe me?"
Ecthelion scratched his chin and sighed loudly, knowing that I was right about Mordor. He looked at Thorongil, and he shook his head, but the Steward waved a hand at him.
He returned his gaze to me and held up a single finger. "If you are really the Mordorien, then you should have no problem going back... Bring me the head of an Orc from Mordor, and we will see then if I will consider your offer." He said.
I just shook my head at him. "No. If I am to bring you the head of an Orc, then you have to promise me a seat next to your steward throne. If that can't be so, then my offer of help is gone and I will leave Minas Tirith..."
The Steward shrugged and Thorongil nodded his head. "That is the condition. You're lucky there is one... We don't need any more darkness here in Gondor." He said, and curled his lip when he mentioned the dark.
I just nodded at him. "Maybe you're right, Thorongil. Maybe you'd be better off without me... but when Mordor is alive again and Sauron is strong once more, you will wish that you had me on your side."
I turned around and began walking away. I put my hood back up and bowed my head.
The Steward just grumbled and stood up. "Fine!" He said, his voice echoing in the room.
I stopped walking, the room silent now, but I didn't turn around.
"Bring me the head, and I will take in your mettle for the betterment of Gondor." He said.
I slowly turned around and stared at both the men, and then slightly bowed forwards. They looked at me suspiciously and then Thorongil spun his head over to Ecthelion, whipping his hair over his face.
"But Ecthelion—" Thorongil said.
"I said what I said, and it will be." He said and held up his hand to quiet him, and kept his eyes on me. "You have until midday tomorrow, Mordorien. You will not be allowed inside the walls of the Hall of the Kings even a second late."
"Thank you, Ecthelion." I said. "You shan't regret your decision."
"We shall see..." Ecthelion grumbled at me.
I just nodded, turned back around, and took my leave. As I walked down the grand hall, I heard Thorongil also take his leave and begin walking towards a corridor that led outside.
I decided to give him a surprise that he wouldn't expect and shouldn't suspect me of. I slowly raised my hand underneath my cloak and muttered under my breath.
"Avis." I whispered, silent to the human ear.
I flicked my fingers to the right, towards the corridor, and a second later I heard the flutter of wings. A swarm of grey crow suddenly flew into the corridor, and I heard Thorongil shout out and swat at my birds. They cawed in unison, circled around him, and then flew back out.
"Thorongil, what is it?" Ecthelion called out.
A few guards ran over to him, but I kept on walking.
"Nothing. It 'twas nothing." I heard Thorongil mutter.
I reached the door and put my hand on the handle, and glanced over my shoulder. Peering past my black hood, I noticed Thorongil surrounded by guards but he was intently watching me. I just grabbed the edge of my hood and pulled it over my cheek. I then turned around and left the building, with my cloak flowing in the air around me.
The grand door to the Hall of the Kings thudded shut and I looked up at the sky. The sun was still high and bright, no clouds were in sight, and then I looked forwards towards the black clouds of Mordor in the distance. I must go back into Mordor, find myself an orc, and be back by next morning.
"Simple enough."