Lord of the Rings

6.

Once we arrived, Gandalf gave Pippin a pep talk of what not to say. Eventually he just told the hobbit to not say anything.

We walk into the Stewards room and I readied my bow. We hesitantly walk to the Steward who kept his head down.

As Gandalf spoke, I noticed a slight darkness about the Steward.

Once we noticed Boromir's horn, Pippin pledged his loyalty to pay his debt to Boromir.

Gandalf put a hand on my arm to stop me from shooting the Steward.

I lowered my weapon and put my arrow back in it's place. Then, I lifted Pippin back to his feet.

"Listen!" I yelled at the Steward who stopped yelling at Gandalf. "An army of Sarun's followers are coming. They will attack and you will fall unless you prepare your army."

"Who are you? Who are you to command a steward?!"

"You do not rule this land! You never will either! The rightful king will come and fight! He will win and he will be named King," I exclaimed.

"Leave! Leave at once!"

Instead of protesting, the three of us left the Steward in his own pity. Gandalf and I were furious. The stubbornness of men!

The rest of the day flew in a blur, but Pippin lit the fire and help is on it's way.

But not soon enough, once Faramir was returned almost dead, the steward gave up all hope and commanded the guards flee, then Gandalf beat his up with his staff which brought light to my day.

We all prepared for battle, knowing we would die straight away if we didn't.

Once we got in our positions, we all began to fight.

In the middle of it, Pippin came declaring the Steward was going to kill Faramir.

We rushed over, and pushed ourselves into the room. I shot the steward with an arrow, causing him to fall to the ground.

Pippin pushed Faramir off of the fire and to the ground safely by my feet.

Gandalf's horse pushed the Steward into the fire and ran off.

We all then began back to the fight, with Pippin staying by Faramirs side.

The battle was not ending as the sun rose and I made it to the ground, fighting not only Orcs, but men on elephants. Sarun is stopping at nothing to bring us all down.

Soon, armies came, but no sign of Aragon, Gimli, or Legolas. Sarun, in the form of a man jumped from the dragon and began to fight a short man and woman.

Soon, I realized it was Mary and I began my way over, running, fighting.

When I got there, the battle ended and I was too late. As I rush to find Mary, there was movement in the corner of my eye and I brought out my sword ready for a fight.

It was stopped by another and I looked at who it was.

"Legolas! You're alive!" I exclaimed dropping my sword pulling him in a hug.

"So are you," he sighed in relief. "But the battle is not over."

"I know," I said pulling away. "But we are stronger now."

"Mary!" Pippin cried reminding me of what I was doing.

As we found him, cried were heard from every point of the city. Death taking hold.

We rushed into the city, where Aragon saved the ladies life and we all met in the Stewards last room.

We began discussing a plan, of how to attack Mordor. Legolas was not looking pleasant as the plan was proceeded with discussion.

"The hobbits cannot go," I said as Pippin and Mary were saying how they would help. "It is no offense to you, but we cannot risk your lives for this."

"But Frodo and Sam are," Mary said.

"Yeah, let us do this," Pippin added.

Gandalf looked at them with a smile, then up at me.

"It is truly amazing the bravery of hobbits," I said kneeling with a slight smile. "But you must be careful."