Merry, Pippin and Aragorn rode wearily on the horses. "How much longer now?" Pippin moaned. Aragorn did not answer, but pulled out a parchment with numbers crossed out on them. "15 hours? Almost there then." Merry said wearily.
They trod along the muddy path tiredly, as if the very earth were pulling them down. Merry chuckled weakly at that idea. The earth pulling them down? That would require the earth to be alive – and the earth isn't. They weren't even halfway there yet. A grey mountain range streaked across the horizon in front of them. The misty mountains. Pippin would not have thought he would have seen such a sight again. Deep down in him, a part of him always wanted to get back out into there world again, to see more than any hobbit (excluding Bilbo, of course; that old hobbit went everywhere and back 3 times over) has seen before. Should he have felt guilty about leaving the Shire and going on silly (as the old gaffer would say) nish-nosh and trips to nowhere?
A part of him said no. You were born to this role, Pippin! Your destiny was told. Then another part of him said yes. You're only a hobbit – a Took. Destiny? What a load of bad potatoes – there is no thing. You were simply there at the right time and place. The last Took that went adventuring, he never came back! Don't go sticking your nose into stuff that doesn't seem right to you. But this journey did seem right to him. Perhaps that was why he was inclined to jump head-first into adventure once again. Of course, he wouldn't have gone without Merry. I don't know what I would do without him. Pippin thought fondly as he looked at the dozing figure on the horse.
His thoughts were shaken loose by a sharp voice. "Elessar! Elessar!" The scouts have returned. The king rushed forward with surprising agility on his horse. "Bergon? What news do you bring from the mountains?" The pair of scouts went off their horses and walked gravely towards Aragorn. There was a lot of shaking of heads and pointing of mountains. After about 5 minutes, Aragorn nodded and ordered the two rangers to head on their horses again. He shouted, "We do not stop until we reach Moria!" The men behind followed and shouted in assent "For the king!" And put on a great burst of speed. Their horses (Merry and Pippins) Also were roused into speed as the horsemen rosed and followed the king, galloping to the mountains.
__________Legolas________
The doors stood empty, but voices of crude, echoing speech was heard down the hallway. How many minutes till they get here? He tried to capture where the sound was, but the echo was too loud and chaotic to pinpoint exactly where the sound was. All he knew was it was getting louder and louder. The rockfall had saved him and his defenders, but it also cut off any way of escape – and even worse – Gimli's dwarf crew.
Legolas had been in this situation before; many times over the past years of his life. The most recent one stood raw and painfully in his mind.
He could still hear his father yelling at him to go. "They'll never breach our haven." He promised before Legolas boated down the stream with the weak and elderly. His eyes were dangerous and wild. "Promise me they will be kept safe." He said to him before he sent him down the stream. The situation was hanging perilously – waiting for yet another dear figure in his life either to die or to survive, not to do anything about it. 50 years of traveling the world with Gimli – seeing all the wonders of the world. It was probably one of the best periods of his life, He shook his head. He was suppose to be a prince, to lead his people – not one of the victims. Plus he had a battle to fight.
He readied his bow to the doorway, once again. He looked around to see what people they have left. Half a dozen archers and around a dozen warriors. He gave a speech to his people – not that he was the type to give speeches, but he couldn't stand the wave of silence and anxiety. "We defeated the orcs at Helms Deep," He said in elvish to his troops. "And we will defeat them again!" The elvish warriors stood silent and listening.
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Of Swords and Fire (Percy Jackson/LOTR)
Fanfiction[Regularly updated] Middle - earth is on its knees. The east is in the hands of the enemy. The shire is now a fortress in these dark times. In New York, Percy was eating Mcdonalds with Nico, when he is once again shazamed by the gods and thrown in a...
