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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In the stables, a horse rears. Two men with ropes try to control him. Aragorn approaches. Hali watching form beside Lèod. "That horse is half mad, my lord. There's nothing you can do. Leave him." A Rohan man speaks up.
Aragorn speaks to the horse in Rohirric and Elvish. He takes one of the ropes and it stops rearing. One of the men leaves. Aragorn unties it from the bridle. He continues speaking softly and the horse becomes gentle. The other man leaves.
Aragorn holds the horses bridle "Fæste, stille nú, fæste, stille nú. Lac is drefed, gefrægon." (Fast, quiet now, fast, quiet now. A battle is stirred up, they heard.) "Hwæt nemnað ðe?" (What is your name?)
Èowyn stands in the next stall putting a saddle up, "His name is Brego. He was my cousin's horse."
"Brego? Ðin nama is cynglic." Aragorn says while stroking his nose. (Brego? Your name is kingly.) "Man le trasta, Brego?" (What troubles you, Brego?) "Man cenich?" (What did you see?) Aragorn asks looking deep into the horses eyes.
Èowyn looks on amazed "I've heard of the magic of Elves, but I did not look for it in a Ranger from the North. You speak as one of their own." "I was raised in Rivendell, for a time. Turn this fellow free. He has seen enough of war." Aragorn walks away. Hali steps up on the Rohan solider, "Allow me to set the Lordly beast free" she asks holding her hand out for his rope. "Arrows fly beasts of black the river rushes" Brego mutters nervously, "be still, sweet king of future kings" Hali speaks oh so sweetly to the horse, "No more war for that of nobilities finest" Hali leads Brego out into the open plains, "you hear me my Lady" he whinnies at her, "of course my father lord of horses tis a gift really" She smiles at the horse, "than when you have need of me lady, I shall answer the call" he nuzzles her neck before taking off out into the open fields.
Gríma rides up to Isengard. Inside Orthanc, Saruman listens. "Gandalf the White. Gandalf the fool! Does he seek to humble me with his newfound piety?"
"There were four who followed the wizard. An Elf, a Dwarf a Man and a Woman." Saruman sniffs the air. "You stink of horse. The man, was he from Gondor?" "No, from the North. One of the Dúnedain Rangers I thought he was. His cloth was spoor. And yet he bore a strange ring. Two serpents with emerald eyes. One devouring, the other crowned with golden flowers."
Saruman flips through a book to an illustration of this ring. "The Ring of Barahir. So Gandalf Greyhame thinks he's found Isildur's heir, the lost King of Gondor. He is a fool. The line was broken years ago." He snaps the book shut. "It matters not. The world of Men shall fall. It will begin at Edoras."
Refugees begin streaming out of Edoras. Inside Théoden's chamber, the king prepares to leave. Théoden calls to his man "I am ready, Gamling. Bring my horse." Gamling turns to leave, but is stopped by Théoden. "This is not a defeat. We will return." he clasps his shoulder. Gamling leaves, leaving the king to himself. Théoden whispers to himself "We will return." Inside the hall, Èowyn opens a chest and takes out a sword.
