Queen Naehlara (LOTR, Legolas love story)

Chapter 34

Gandalf and Pippin rode into the city all the way to the highest level in Minas Tirith. Dismounting Shadowfax and looking around the courtyard, the white tree of Gondor sitting in the middle of the courtyard, four guards surrounding it. "It's the tree." Pippin whispers, looking towards the tree. "Gandalf, Gandalf!" Pippin yelled catching up to the wizard and pointing backs to the tree.

"Yes, the white tree of Gondor. The tree of the king." Gandalf explained, looking towards the tree. Walking across the courtyard towards the large throne room doors. "Lord Denethor, however, is not the King. He is a steward only. A caretaker of the throne."

Gandalf stopped in front of the door, looking down to Pippin. "Now, listen carefully. Lord Denethor is Brormir's father. To give him news of his beloved son;s death would be most unwise. And do not mention Frodo, or the ring and say nothing of Aragorn either." He turned to the throne room doors then glanced back down to Pippin. "In fact, it's better if you don't speak at all."

Pippin nodded, going towards the door with Gandalf both freezing as the two large doors swinging open. Both look to the girl storming out of the hall, looking saddened and angry. The girl stopped noticing the wizard and the hobbit. "Gandalf? What are you doing here?" The girl questioned the doors shutting behind her.

"Lilith, my dear it is good to see you again." Gandalf greet, walking towards the women. Pippin noticed the way she retracted from the wizard. Her blue eyes were ringed red and her dark blonde hair messily fell around her shoulders. "we are here to speak with Lord Denethor." Gandalf explained, stopping his approach towards her when he noticed the way she retracted.

"I high recommend not doing that. He is in a terrible mood since the news." Lilith said softly, looking away from Gandalf and noticing the small person next to him. "And who are you?" Lilith questioned, kneeling down a little as if she was speaking to a kid.

"Pippin. I am a hobbit, miss." He answered, straightening his back some to seem a little taller.

"A hobbit? I have never met one before. It is a pleasure to meet you." Lilith said, standing up and looking back to Gandalf. "I'll escort you in." Moving to the door and motioning for the two guards to open the door for them. She followed in behind them, standing to the side and watching the two approach the Stewart. She had just left, arguing with him about retracting the troops and bringing them home. Faramir was still out there and though Boromir may be gone she could at least try and protect his brother.

"Hail, Denethor, Son of Ecthelion, Lord and steward of Gondor." Gandalf greeted, but he did not look to the two approaching him, instead kept his gaze on something in his hands. "I come with tidings in this dark hour and with counsel."

Denethor looks up, his eyes red and cold. Glaring at Gandalf as he raised the cleaved horn of Gondor so the two could see it. Lilith had to take a deep breath in to keep a sob from breaking through her again. Boromir, her love, her best friend gone and with no explanation. "Perhaps you come to explain this?" He questioned, his voice bitter and cold."Perhaps you come to tell me why my son is dead?"

Lilith closed her eyes, tilting her head down to the ground. "Boromir died to save us." Pippin said stepping around Gandalf to walk towards Denethor. Lilith's head shot up, curious with how the hobbit knew of his death. The last she had seen of him, he had told her that he was leaving to Rivendell. At request of his father to attend a meeting about the growing power of Mordor.

Lilith would never forget or forgive Denethor for sending his Boromir, pressuring him to go when she knew he wouldn't have left if it was his choice. "My kingsman and me, he fell, defending us from many foes." Pippin explained, watching the pain flicker across Denethor's face.