Fem Percy Jackson x The Hobbit & LOTR
@theallylayne for the inspiration and this is in no way a copy cat of their works and therefore I credit them to the original of a Fem Percy Jackson x Hobbit/LOTR works in which I felt the inspiration to write u...
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They ride across country for the forest of Fanghorn, coming upon the the city Legolas' eyes catch the filtering golden roofs of the"Meduseld; Golden hall to there dwells Théoden son of Thengel, King of the Mark of Rohan. We come with the rising of the day the road lies plain before us but see to that we ride in warily for war is abroad" Gandalf speaks to company. The get ever closer to the city of men taking notice of seven mounds to their left and nine to the right graves of king and family, lives passed for more then five hundred years. "So many lives" Legolas speaks "it is uncommon for that which is immortal to realize that of the path in which man and death walk hand in hand" Hali speaks up from the back, having taken in the account of the Gods lives and now her own as she was made "immortal"to help defend Middle Earth till her last leaf and stone. Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli look at her with ashen faces.
All the while inside the hall Èowyn let's the king know his soon has passed, than leaves him to grieve by her cousins bedside when the snake enters and tries to comfort her only for her to throw back in his face his words of poison. She rushes out of the hall and stands at the top of the stair case and sees upon the horizon the riders.
"You'd find more cheer in a grave yard" Gimli whispered out from behind Legolas as they ride though the gates looking at the people of Edoras. Hali catches up to Gandalf, "something does not sit right with me, the people look too in grief as if the king does nothing, something is afoot Gandalf and I don't like it" she watches closely over each shoulder before they are met at the bottom of the steps to the King's hall. The five of them continue on through the small wooden town of Edoras before making it to the doors of the golden hall where they are stopped by Hema a guard, "I cannot let you see the king so heavily armed, not even you Gandalf, by order of Grima Wormtonuge" the guard beggingly protested, they all hand over their weapons except for Hali who kept concealed daggers in her boots. "You would not part an old man with his walking stick would you" he rasped leaning more onto Hali while Legolas takes his other arm as they are led into the darkened hall of the king, "the hour is late why now am I visited by you old Stormcrow" the king mutters with a voice as harsh as sharp rocks, "a Just question my Liege" a battered and weather looking hunched man in a black cloak much to big and sullied covering him. "Keep your forked tongue behind your teeth I did not travel through fire and water to be swayed but brandy coked words of a witless worm" Gandalf all but hisses at the meekly and sick looking Grema Wormtongue, he begins yelling at his trusted guards to seize the guests, Aragorn, Gimli and Legolas take on the guards while Hali grabs the cowarding worm and holds him by his hair with a dagger to his throat. "I think not dear worm" she whispers into his ear a promise of a more painful out come upon her lips.
"I shall draw you Saruman like poison from a wound, you did not take me you will not take him. BE GONE" with a harsh white light thrust out from Gandalf's staff the king is thrown back into his throne but he is released from the black magic that held him in darkness for so long, his ever loving niece rushing to his side, he looks upon her " I know your face, Éowyn" his kisses the brow of his niece. "Come old friend you hand would know it's strength better if it was told hold it's own sword" Gandalf commends the king as Helma brings forth the kings sword. Théoden's fingers grip the hand and slowly raises his arm brandishing the shining iron in the sunlight.
Grima is tossed from the halls doors down the first flight of stone steps, "your leach craft would have had me crawling on all four like a beast" the king hisses and raises his sword to strike down the greasy little henchman. "No my lord, enough blood has been spilt on his account let him leave" Aragorn whispers to the king before he turn and asks where his son is only to be told that he is dead.
The crowd kneels before the King.
"Where is Théodred? Where is my son?" Théoden calls out.
Rohirrim are gathered for Théodred's funeral.Théodred's body is carried toward the tomb on a bier made of shields and spears. He is dressed in his fine rohirrim armour. His father in his finest kingly robes, the men also in their armour while the women are in black. Èowyn sings while the men pass the body to the women, who place it into the tomb.
(An evil death has set forth the noble warrior A song shall sing sorrowing minstrels)
"on Meduselde þæt he ma no wære, Þæt he ma nowere is, þurh niedig rest."
(in Meduseld that he is no more, That he is nowhere anymore, for his necessary rest.)
"And mægen deorost. Bealo..."
(And that he is the dearest kinsman. Killing took him...)
Théoden stands, with Gandalf and Hali at his son's shut tomb. "Simbelmynë, ever has it grown on the tombs of my forebears. Now it shall cover the grave of my son." the king looks out at the native white flowers, "Alas, that these evil days should be mine. The young perish and the old linger. That I should live to see the last days of my house."
Gandalf consolses the king "Théodred's death was not of your making." Théoden states in greif "No parent should have to bury their child." Théoden starts to cry and covers his face. "He was strong in life. His spirit will find its way to the halls of your fathers. Westu hál. Ferðu, Théodred, Ferðu." (Be-thou well. Go-thou, Théodred, go-thou.)
Hali turns and sees Èothain and Freda riding a horse. Èothain falls off the horse. Taking off over the hill she runs up to the horse, "Easy dear guardian, easy. You've done well great guardian be still now no more fear you have protected your masters well" She takes hold of the horses reins staring straight into the beasts eyes, pulling him along to the stables as the children are brought inside.
Inside the Golden Hall the two children are eating. Èowyn is by their side.
Èowyn huddles with the children, "They had no warning. They were unarmed. Now the Wildmen are moving through westfold, burning as they go, every rick, cot and tree." "Where's mama?" the young girl asks only for Èowyn to hush her.
"This is but a taste of the terror that Saruman will unleash. All the more potent for he is driven mad by the fear of Sauron." Hali barters with a fierce snarl of her lip, drawn back to flash her four k9's.
"Ride out and meet him head on. Draw him away from your women and children. You must fight." Gandalf persuades. While aragorn informs the king, "You have two thousand good men riding north as we speak. Èomer is loyal to you. His men will return and fight for their king." "They will be three hundred leagues from here by now! Èomer cannot help us." Théoden denies. "I know what is that you want of me. But I would not bring further death to my people. I will not risk open war." He says once more. Aragorn argues "Open war is upon you, whether would risk it or not."
Théoden walks to Aragorn. "When last I looked, Théoden, not Aragorn, was king of Rohan." Hali grimly looks at both kings. "Then what is the king's decision?" Gandalf asks,
People gather outside the Golden Hall.
Háma yells out as he rides through town. "By order of the King, the city must empty. We make for the refuge of Helm's Deep. Do not burden yourself with treasures. Take only what provisions you need." Gimli growls with distaste, "Helm's Deep! They flee to the mountains when they should stand and fight. Who will defend them if not their king?"
They enter the stables. "He is only doing what he thinks is best for his people. Helm's Deep has saved them in the past." Aragorn states, "There is no way out than that of ravine. Théoden is walking into a trap. He thinks he is leading them to safety, but what he'll get is a massacre. Théoden has a strong hold but I fear for him. I fear for the survival of Rohan. He will need you before the end, Aragorn. The people of Rohan will need you. The defenses have to hold." "They will hold." Aragorn a sures Gandalf.
Gandalf turns to Shadowfax. "The Grey Pilgrim. That is what they used to call me. Three hundred lives of men I've walked this earth and now, I have no time. Good luck. My search will not be in vain. Look to my coming, at first light, on the fifth day. At dawn, look to the East."
"Go." Aragorn ushers Gandalf to move with haste. Shadowfax sprints out of the stable.
