This I Promise You ~ (A Legolas Love Story) *Completed*

Chapter Fourteen

*AUTHOR'S NOTE:  Hehehe... I finally finished the cover for the story.. ^~^ hope you like it...  and ALSO I have added new parts to the chapters already posted... I forgot to add them or that I really wanted to add them... For readers who have been reading this from the first posting of my story I sincerely apologize. though they are not vital scenes... And for new readers, this will not happen again... besides me editing my grammar and all that jazz. Again I'm sorry >_<

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~Chapter Fourteen~

The Ruling Steward of Minas Tirith

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The rhythm of the thundering hooves of Shadowfax and Eruanna through the Foothills of the White Mountains. Thin dark trees towered scraping the night sky above. It had been two long days since the departure from Edoras. Gwiliweth and Gandalf steered their horses side by side south dodging around trees in their way. The wizard had a protective arm around the sleeping hobbit as Shadowfax continued to crash through the forest. 

"How many days left, Gandalf?" Gwiliweth questioned the wizard. The red-head had not been known to be so impatient. Although after her vision all she wanted was to be in Minas Tirith to prevent the Ring from getting handed over to Sauron. 

"Two." Gandalf replied calmly, earning in response an agitated huff from the red-head. 

Along the countryside they continue to ride through the night into the dawn. Pippin awoke from his long sleep huddled in front of Gandalf. The wind sailed through their hair as the sun slowly rose from behind mountains, "We have just passed into the realm of Gondor!" The wizard announced.

The horses gallops up onto a low ridge, an magnificent scene comes to view. Before them is the dark mass of Mount Mindolluin as its tall white face whitened in the rising sun. Upon it's out-thrust knee is the guarded city: Minas Tirith. Seven walls of white stone, so strong and old that it seems to have been not built, Minas Tirith looks craven by giants out of the bones of the earth. The great city of Minas Tirith built on seven levels, each delved into the hill, and around each was set a wall, and in each was a gate. But the gates were not set in a line: the Great Gate in the City wall was at the east point of the circuit, but the next faced half south, and the third half north, and so to and fro upwards; so the cobblestone road that climbed toward the citadel turned this way and that.

"Minas Tirith... City of the Kings." 

The Sun climbs over the eastern hills, sending forth a ray of sunlight that gleams against the face of the city. The Tower of Ecthelion stands high within the topmost walls. White banners flutter from the battlements in the morning breeze. Gandalf and Gwiliweth steer their horses up the steep streets of the White City. Frightened stares of Gondorians watch the foreigners as they thunder by through the winding streets. 

Eruanna and Shadowfax carry Gandalf, Pippin, and Gwiliweth towards the seven level of the massive tower. A towering bastion of natural rock shaped like a sharp ship's bow bisects the city from the second level to the top. Climbing the last slope of rock the riders arrive at a great citadel on the summit of the city about 1,000 feet above the Pelennor Fields. Quickly they dismount, leaving the guards of the citadel to tend to Eruanna and Shadowfax. 

Gandalf hastily approaches the citadel with Gwiliweth and Pippin following behind him. In the middle of the court stood a dead white tree four solemn citadel guards standing sentry around it, "It's the tree." Pippin whispers, "Gandalf! Gandalf!"