His Queen

Chapter 35 - Kitra

As the group continued their march, the mood had shifted from quiet reflection to growing tension. The hills of Rohan stretched out before them, their rolling green slopes dotted with wildflowers and tall grasses swaying in the gentle breeze. The people moved slowly, their fatigue evident in each weary step they took. Kitra walked alongside Aragorn, her eyes scanning the horizon for any signs of trouble. Alana was a few paces behind, her bow slung over her shoulder, ever ready for any sudden threat.

Hama and Gamling rode past them confidently on their sturdy steeds, their eyes sharp and experienced as they scanned the landscape for any danger that may lie ahead. The wind carried with it an eerie silence that set Kitra on edge, and she exchanged a quick glance with Aragorn, her instincts prickled with unease.

Above, on a hillock overlooking the vast expanse of Rohan, Legolas stood watch, his keen elven eyes ever vigilant. He saw the two horsemen ride past but paused, sensing something amiss. His sharp gaze darted across the horizon, and suddenly, a shift in the wind made his breath catch. On the cliff face above Hama and Gamling, a massive Warg and its rider appeared, charging down the slope with terrifying speed.

Kitra's heart leapt into her throat as she saw the monstrous creature hurtling towards them. Without hesitation, she called out to Aragorn and Éowyn who were nearby, her voice filled with urgency. They immediately tensed upon hearing her cry and prepared for battle

Without warning, the massive Warg slammed into Hama, its powerful jaws closing around him with a sickening crunch. Kitra's heart stopped as she watched in horror, feeling helpless and afraid. She quickly drew her sword, her hands trembling as she tried to steady them. But chaos erupted faster than she could process. Gamling valiantly fought against the Warg rider, his sword clashing against the creature's tough hide. From atop the hill, Legolas moved with deadly speed, his bow already drawn and an arrow fitted onto the string.

With precise aim and unwavering determination, Legolas released the arrow and it struck the Warg right between its blazing eyes. The creature let out a guttural growl before collapsing to the ground, lifeless. Legolas then swiftly moved forward and finished off the rider with his twin knives.

Aragorn sprinted up the hill towards the commotion, his eyes scanning for any other signs of danger. "Wargs!" Gamling's voice rang out, a warning to all.

Kitra's blood ran cold at the mention of Wargs - fierce and cunning scouts that often traveled in packs. She tightened her grip on her sword, knowing they had to be prepared for more enemies. Just as Aragorn rushed back down the hill towards them, Legolas appeared from the opposite direction, his expression grave and determined.

"A scout!" he called out, his voice tense with urgency.

Kitra followed Legolas' gaze and saw more Wargs appearing on the horizon - far too many for their small group to handle. Aragorn immediately turned and started running back towards the people gathered below, where Théoden was already approaching on horseback.

"What is it?" Théoden demanded as he rode up to Aragorn. "What do you see?"

Aragorn barely paused to catch his breath before responding urgently, "Wargs! We're under attack!"

Panic began to spread through the people of Rohan as they realized the dire situation they were in. Mothers clutched their children tightly, while the elderly looked around in confusion and fear. Kitra's heart hammered in her chest as she saw the tension and fear on everyone's faces. They needed to move quickly if they were going to survive this unexpected assault.

The roaring of Wargs and the clashing of weapons filled the air as chaos descended upon the battlefield. Aragorn's commanding voice cut through the din, his urgent movements revealing the gravity of the situation.