Second Book
The One Ring to rule them all
The one ring that would bring destruction down on everyone. Including the Stormborn family. What's left of the them anyway.
So when the company of Rivendell sets out on the journey to destroy the ring. What...
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Atalanta rode forward with Gandalf at one side and Legolas and Gimli at the other. Her nephew was right behind her.
They looked at Mordor ahead of them. Atalanta just gripped the reins a bit tighter. Her eyes flashing a bit brighter than normal.
"The battle for Helm's Deep is over," Gandalf spoke in a wise tone and Atalanta just let her horse trot forward. All eyes going to her as she did so.
"...and the battle for Middle Earth is about to begin." She spoke softly but her face told another story. It held one emotion. One emotion that made them all slightly uncomfortable.
Fear.
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Atalanta was on her horse behind Aragorn through the forest. The fresh air was cool refreshing and letting her cool the anger that is staying steady in her veins since the fight. Since her loss.
Èomer rode beside her as they walked forward. He kept throwing glances at the female beside him. He was curious about the woman.
"Well dragon girl, going to hold a knife to my balls again?" He asked with a cocky smirk on his face and Atalanta turned to him with a smirk of her own.
"You would like that wouldn't, horse master." She drug out the master part. Her accent was heavy and thick with the words. The man dragged his eyes down her in a quick glance and nodded his head. He appreciated how the words sound coming from her tongue.
"No, definitely not."
This caused her to throw her head back and laugh so carefree. The anger within her slowly disappearing as she laughed. It had caused the others to look at her with smiles on their faces.
Gandalf and Theoden looked at each other and gave small barely there nods.
"She laughs even though you can practically see the anger rolling off of her," Theoden spoke and the other nodded his head.
"She has the strength of 50,000 men and could kill everyone here with a blink of her eye and yet she has the heart of a young girl. She cares so deeply that this war is affecting her more than I have ever seen." Gandalf spoke softly so no one could hear unless they were listening. Which they were.
Legolas looked to the woman and analyzed her for a moment. She looked beyond exhausted with her hair frizzled and running out of their braids. Her cloak was pulled tightly to her as she wore a simple shirt and pants provided by Eowyn. She was quietly talking to her nephew who had pointed something out to her and she just took his hand in her guiding it so he could see properly.
"You know lad, if you wanted to become closer and gain her attention, you've just got to tell her," Gimli spoke to Legolas and the elf looked down to the dwarf before looking back up to Atalanta who met his eyes for a split moment and she just smiled at him.
