Prequel to my version of The Lord of The Rings trilogy

Return to Edoras

On the wide, sweeping plains of Rohan, a determined company of riders surged forward, their horses galloping in formation, led by Gandalf the White. The sunlight glinted off their armor as they rode swiftly toward Edoras, the seat of Rohan's power and the home of King Théoden. Their mission was urgent: to rally and strategize for a battle that would shake Middle-earth to its core. In the distance, the Golden Hall of Meduseld loomed, its mighty pillars reaching towards the sky, sheltering those who awaited the riders' arrival. Within the hall, beneath the glow of torchlight, friends and allies gathered, discussing their plan with a shared intensity.

Liv sat quietly on a bench in the corner, cradling her daughter Gabby in her arms, softly humming as she nursed her. Around her, Gandalf, Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli, Théoden, Éomer, David, and Haldir debated the next steps to draw out Sauron's armies. Their voices mingled with the hum of the hall, each voice carrying a unique weight.

"We need to draw out Sauron's armies," Gandalf declared, his wise eyes gleaming with the urgency of his vision. "If we do not force his hand, he will choose the time and place, and Middle-earth will pay the price."

"And how exactly do you suggest we do that?" Aragorn asked, his brow furrowed as he met Gandalf's gaze. "Sauron is not easily baited, nor is he a fool."

Liv shifted slightly, glancing at Gabby as the conversation caught her attention. "We need some kind of distraction," she chimed in softly but firmly.

David, standing near her, rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "Smoke bombs," he suggested. "If we create enough chaos, it could draw his forces out, make them think they're under attack from multiple fronts."

Théoden nodded slowly. "Smoke could be effective... a dark shroud to keep the enemy guessing."

"Smoke bombs could work," Liv agreed, "but we would need a massive supply—more than a few hundred, maybe thousands. I'd have to ask Tenten to help create them."

At the mention of "Tenten," Haldir raised an eyebrow. "And who, may I ask, is this Tenten?"

"She's a weapons expert from my homeland," Liv explained. "Crafty and skilled in creating various explosives. She could outfit us with enough devices to give Sauron's forces quite a surprise."

"And what about numbers?" Haldir continued. "We can create all the smoke we want, but Sauron's army is vast. We'll need soldiers—many more than Rohan can offer alone."

Liv considered the question carefully, then spoke up. "I could reach out to the Hidden Leaf Village. Lady Fifth might be willing to lend us some of her shinobi for this fight."

Gimli looked up, curious but skeptical. "The Hidden Leaf Village? What's that, some mysterious elf refuge?"

Liv chuckled. "Not quite, Gimli. The Hidden Leaf Village is home to skilled ninja warriors—shinobi who possess unique abilities and powerful techniques. They're highly trained and would give us a serious advantage."

Aragorn, his gaze focused, leaned in closer. "And you think this 'Lady Fifth' would help us?"

"She might, especially if I'm the one to ask her," Liv replied confidently. "She was my teacher after all."

Gandalf nodded approvingly. "If you have that connection, Liv, it could make all the difference."

"And how long would it take to get them here?" Théoden asked, his voice weighted with concern. "Time is not on our side."

"Well," Liv replied, "I could use my Rinnegan to teleport them here, but that takes a lot of chakra. It would drain me, but if it means the difference between victory and defeat..."