𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕱𝖔𝖗𝖒 𝖔𝖋 𝕾𝖆𝖚𝖗𝖔𝖓

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔗𝔴𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔶-𝔈𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱

"Any luck with him?" I ask.

"Not yet Gimli." Aragorn sighs.

"He's almost as stubborn as a dwarf." I huff.

"Let him come to us when he's ready." Aragorn says.

"And how long will that be?" I ask.

"I don't know yet, Master Gimli." Aragorn says.

"There you two are. I want you to come with me." Theoden King says.

I nod. We walk with Theoden to the outer gate. I look around with my axe held. My thoughts to Legolas. He's distance. He's quivering like an arrow flying. His mind is disoriented. He's acting like a bird with a broken wing.

"We will put defenses along the outer rim. These walls have never fell. I don't expect them too either." Theoden King says.

"These aren't a band of mindless orcs. These are Uruk-hai. Their spears are sharp, and their swords are broad." I say.

"I have fought many wars Master Dwarf. I have seen much." King Theoden says to me.

I nod respectfully. Still, he might be in over his head. 

"Get some rest you two. The night is going to be brutal." King Theoden says.