A shocking adventure (LOTR Fanfic)

Minas Tirith

    Orcs left and right came towards Maeve, each and every one going for the kill.

  Maeve struck back and forth. Cutting down the orcs that came for her. She would not parish here, she just absolutely had to be there for the ending. She hissed as a sword partially cut into her bicep. Blood leaked from the wound, covering her arm in it.

"Maeve!" Boromir watched as she dodged different orcs swinging their weapons at her. She uses her agility to weave through the group of orcs around her.

  As the two meet up they go back to back. Taking down the orcs as they came to them.

"Retreat!" Cried Faramir's voice not long later. They were being completely overrun by orcs now, barely any surviving.

   A small group managed to find horses and ride out towards Minas Tirith. Boromir and Maeve were two of the lucky ones. Both sharing the same horse.

   They stay towards the back of the group. Making sure everyone stays together on their way back.

   They all relax to soon as they hear a familiar shriek through the air. The Nazgûl and their Fellbeasts were hot on their tails.

  As they rode on the black riders swooped down and took out a few men and horses. Boromir urged his steed faster as the rider next to him gets snatched from his horse.  

"Gandalf is coming." Came the whispered words from behind him. Maeve had been watching for Gandalf ever since they started this ride. She knew he was their only hope of making to Minas Tirith.

   The men all sighed in relief as Gandalf chased the Nazgûl away with the sunlight. They continued on to the gates of Minas Tirith. Not slowing even once.

   Maeve took a deep breath and relaxed against Boromir's back. The beating of the horses hooves and the slight rocking motion was making her sleepy. She hadn't slept properly since that night in Legolas's tent.

   However Maeve kept herself from falling asleep. She knew now was not the best time, after all she could see them coming up on the gate.

  The gates opened and the riders all made it through. A noticeable drop in tension leaves everyone's bodies and they all sag in relief. They were finally safe again.

   Unknowingly to Boromir Faramir had been injured on their ride back. As the group rode up the spiral of Minas Tirith Boromir tried to search for his brother.

   Maeve softly gasped as she remembered what happens soon.

"Boromir we must hurry, I feel something bad is happened." He glanced back Maeve's worried face and silently moves their horse faster.

   They made it to the top of the tower quickly. Without hesitance Maeve dismounted and tan towards the double doors leading to the throne room.

  Boromir quietly follows Maeve as she burst through the doors. He stops short and feels himself lose his breath.

"Father no!" He yelled and surged forward running to stop the man from setting them on fire. It was too late however as Denethor takes the torch himself and throws it down, catching fire to the large sticks and straw.

  Startled Denethor looks up and laughs happily.

"My son, you've come to greet me in the afterlife."

   Boromir stands their wondering what he could possibly do. The fire had spread now and he couldn't reach either of them.

   The clip of horse hooves sounds as Gandalf comes forward on Shawdowfax. He knocks Denethor off his feet and into the fire. Pippin also riding Shadowfax leaps off of him and onto the wood pile. Grasping Faramir's shoulder to roll him sideways. Pippin manages in getting Faramir to safety and jumping safety himself.

   Boromir kneels by Faramir's side as soon as he hits the ground. He grasps his face in his hands and lightly taps it.

"Wake up Faramir." Tears fell from Boromir's face as he hugged his brothers body.

   Maeve shoved Boromir off his brother and tore back his shirt. Showing everyone that he had been poisoned and was in fact slowly dying.

"He needs a healer quickly."

   Faramir was rushed off to the healers, Boromir quickly following after. He gave a small glance back and Maeve nodded her head. Telling him she'd be fine on her own.

   Maeve turns towards Gandalf and Pippin.

"So what happens now?"

   Gimli shouted in glee as he came upon an alive Aragorn. It seems the elf wasn't wrong in saying Aragorn would be just fine. Gimli gave Aragorn a tight hug and pat to the arm in welcoming.

  Legolas however simply nodded at his friend. All the while softly returning the necklace he'd lost to him.

"Thank you mellon nin." Aragorn softly spoke as he put the necklace back on.

  Legolas walked off with one last nod. He was growing restless. He was tired of being away from Maeve for so long. He simply wished to see her.

   Legolas did not wish to die before at least making her aware of what he feels. He decided he no longer can ignore that longing feeling he gets when thinking of her. Everything about Maeve feels right to him.

  It was the next day before Legolas went and found Aragorn. He and Gimli had found him packing up a horse.

"Where are you going Aragorn?" He stilled at Legolas's question, slowly turning around.

   Aragorn sat them down and explained that Lord Elrond had came to him urged him to go beneath the mountain. That the dead souls should help him as he was the rightful heir to Gondor. 

   Legolas and Gimli nod their heads. Both locking eyes in agreement that they'd be going as well. Someone would need to keep Aragorn out of trouble.

   Few hours later the three were off into the mountain. Disappearing within the dark.