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You heard the call almost spontaneously. You and Legolas immediately ran towards the king’s chambers; to where Aragorn’s voice was flooding from. If your Elven ears served you well, you had sworn to hear that the beacons were lit. And that they were.

Legolas entered before you, meeting the eyes of his beloved friend. Aragorn nodded, and the relief that left your body was astounding. Gondor and Rohan will help each other whether King Théoden would allow it or not.

All three of the Fellowship stood in silence, looking at Théoden with begging eyes. At this time, most of the warriors involved were waiting with tension in the air. The King looked at you before meeting Aragorn’s stare. “And Rohan will answer.”

You smirked, raising an eyebrow down at Gimli who gave you a knowing grin. Maybe you got through that King’s thick skull after all? “Muster the Rohirrim.” He gave his orders with a new found confidence as others rushed to get ready.

Théoden nodded at the four of you before turning around to get everything coordinated. You quickly ran down the stairs and into the warm air towards the stables. There were many riders already galloping towards the entrance and even more with their spears and shields on foot.

You reached your beloved horse Ahnvae, patting her dark body as she neighed. “Battle is on the horizon.” You whispered as you readied her with armor before hopping onto the saddle. “Continue to serve me well.”

Your bright blue eyes watched as Eowyn and Aragorn conversed, ears twitching. You immediately assumed she was to sneak herself into battle; for the women of men were not to take place in war. For Elves, the story was different.

“Now is the hour! Riders of Rohan, oaths you have taken!” Eomer chanted loudly. “Now fulfil them all to Lord and Land!” Finally, the large group of fighters made for Gondor. You rode beside Legolas and Gimli to the front of the line.

The riders arrived to where others have been setting up. “Grimbold, how many?” The King called. You were looking around, narrowing your eyes. This was too few. “I bring 500 men from the Westfold, my Lord.” He answered as you passed.

“We have 300 more from Fenmarch, Théoden King!” Another called. You gave Aragorn a worried glance. “Where are the riders from Snowbourn?” The King demanded. Your ears twitched as you heard none have come.

Your horse made trek up the zig-zag rode of the mountain, bringing you to the higher point with much larger tents and perhaps less people. You jumped off of Ahnvae, combing out her mane with your fingertips as you secured her rein to a tree.

Ahnvae, however, started to shake her head and whine in discomfort. Legolas and Gimli, who had tied their horses up near, noticed you having trouble. “This place is indeed eerie.” The Elf spoke calmly behind you.

You hummed in agreement, continuing to stroke your horse in order to calm her. “The horses are restless, and the men are quiet.” Legolas muttered to another. You turned around, eyes catching Eomer’s. “They grow nervous in the shadow of the mountain.” He explained.

You followed his eyes to a large crevice in the mountain wall; just big enough for a horse. “That road there… where does that lead?” Gimli asked hesitantly. “It is the road to the Dimholt.” Legolas started. You glanced at him, furrowing your brows in confusion.

“It is the door under the mountain.” You and Gimli exchanged an even more confused look. “What is so strange about such a thing?” You asked. The two taller men looked directly at you. Eomer sighed, “None who venture there ever return.”

Eomer turned around, ready to walk away. “That mountain is evil.” He muttered. You crossed your arms, pouting loudly. “How reassuring.” Legolas and Gimli smirked at you. Settling down in front of your tent, you let Ahnvae lay your muzzle across your lap.

You smiled, petting her as you leaned your head against the tree trunk, dark locks falling from your shoulder. Day had turned to night, causing you to stir. You sensed a familiar aura. Standing up, you decided to get away from the crowd.

You sat in a small field of weeds; your feet dangling off the edge of the cliff. You could still hear the noise of men; granted your Elven hearing or not. A battle would be upon your Fellowship- to those whom you’ve grown to love.

Getting yourself worked up, you stood up to stretch. Turning around, you walked back to where Legolas and Gimli were. You noticed Aragorn walking by with his horse, and you gave the two a knowing nod. He would not get out of this one alone.

“Just where do you think you’re off to?” Gimli asked as Aragorn walked past him. “Not this time. This time you must stay, Gimli.” Aragorn spoke. You gave a light scoff from behind him as Legolas came into view, holding the reins of both his horse and yours. “Have you learned nothing of the stubbornness of Dwarves?”

Aragorn looked at the both of you, then Gimli, shaking his head. “You cannot get rid of us after what we have gone through.” You purred teasingly. “You might as well accept it.” Gimli laughed. “We’re going with you, laddie.” Aragorn held back a smile, sighing as he nodded in defeat.

You smiled softly, jumping onto Ahnvae’s saddles with ease. After Gimli was securely behind Legolas, you brought your black horse into play behind them both as you galloped slowly in a straight line. You knew where you were going, you were just unsure of why.

People, even in the darkness, gathered around to watch the four of you pass. Your ears twitched at the murmurs and accusations of the Fellowship abandoning battle. Your grip on the reins tightened in annoyance, for why would you come as far as to just give up?

“Lord Aragorn!” A desperate call came as the dark enveloped around him as you entered the crevice in the mountain wall. You felt multiple chills go up your spine as Ahnvae whined lowly. “Shhh…” You soothed gently.

Light had started to funnel down to the road ahead as the mountain top started to separate, becoming a small valley. Very few vegetation dwelled where you rode; rock and gravel took up all your sight. It had simply become a bore to stare at.

You felt as though you would doze off into an uncomfortable slumber before you heard your Dwarven friend speak. “What kind of army would linger in such a place?” Gimli asked cautiously. “One that is cursed.” Legolas answered simply.

Legolas continued on, looking ahead once again. “Long ago, the Men of the Mountains swore an oath to the last king of Gondor… To come to his aid… to fight. But when the time came, when Gondor’s need was dire, they fled; vanishing into the darkness of the mountain.” You stayed quiet as you heard the tale. The air seems much thicker…

“And so Isildur cursed them, never to rest until they had fulfilled their pledge.” The Elf spoke softly, glancing around as the light dulled. “Cursed…? Melamin… you do not mean of the entity kind, surely?” You mumbled lowly. Anything that would involve such evils as ghosts did not excite you in the least bit. Legolas glanced back at you, giving you a gentle look of security.

Your horses continued to gallop as the mountain walls got closer, making you squirm in unease. Just as you neared a single line of dead trees, Aragorn ordered to abandon riding the horses; for we were close. You climbed off of Ahnvae reluctantly.

Blue eyes glared as you neared a large rectangular opening to the mountain, darkness seeping from its corners. “The very warmth of my blood seems stole away.” Gimli hissed. You hummed in agreement, shyly glancing around.

“The way is shut…” Legolas whispered. “It was made by those who are dead, and the Dead keep it.” You immediately froze, glaring daggers into their backs. Just then, a deadly breeze attacked the Fellowship, causing the horses to neigh loudly.

“Ahnvae!” You gasped as she struggled from your grip, rushing away with the other two horses. “Brego!” Aragorn called for his horse. Nothing. “I do not fear death!” Aragorn growled, storming into the darkness of the opening.

Legolas followed suit, leaving you and Gimli to stand outside in fear. “If it were not for this fear of ghosts…” You hissed, clenching your fists. “Well, this is a thing unheard-of!” Gimli whined. “An Elf will go underground where a Dwarf dare not!?”

You both looked at each other, nodding as you rushed in after the two. “We would never hear the end of it.” You reminded him lowly. Gimli nodded in agreement as you listened to the shuffling of footsteps, following in pursuit. Of course, Aragorn and Legolas would never hear the end of this from you, either.

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You heard the call almost spontaneously. You and Legolas immediately ran towards the king’s chambers; to where Aragorn’s voice was flooding from. If your Elven ears served you well, you had sworn to hear that the beacons were lit. And that they were.

Legolas entered before you, meeting the eyes of his beloved friend. Aragorn nodded, and the relief that left your body was astounding. Gondor and Rohan will help each other whether King Théoden would allow it or not.

All three of the Fellowship stood in silence, looking at Théoden with begging eyes. At this time, most of the warriors involved were waiting with tension in the air. The King looked at you before meeting Aragorn’s stare. “And Rohan will answer.”

You smirked, raising an eyebrow down at Gimli who gave you a knowing grin. Maybe you got through that King’s thick skull after all? “Muster the Rohirrim.” He gave his orders with a new found confidence as others rushed to get ready.

Théoden nodded at the four of you before turning around to get everything coordinated. You quickly ran down the stairs and into the warm air towards the stables. There were many riders already galloping towards the entrance and even more with their spears and shields on foot.

You reached your beloved horse Ahnvae, patting her dark body as she neighed. “Battle is on the horizon.” You whispered as you readied her with armor before hopping onto the saddle. “Continue to serve me well.”

Your bright blue eyes watched as Eowyn and Aragorn conversed, ears twitching. You immediately assumed she was to sneak herself into battle; for the women of men were not to take place in war. For Elves, the story was different.

“Now is the hour! Riders of Rohan, oaths you have taken!” Eomer chanted loudly. “Now fulfil them all to Lord and Land!” Finally, the large group of fighters made for Gondor. You rode beside Legolas and Gimli to the front of the line.

The riders arrived to where others have been setting up. “Grimbold, how many?” The King called. You were looking around, narrowing your eyes. This was too few. “I bring 500 men from the Westfold, my Lord.” He answered as you passed.

“We have 300 more from Fenmarch, Théoden King!” Another called. You gave Aragorn a worried glance. “Where are the riders from Snowbourn?” The King demanded. Your ears twitched as you heard none have come.

Your horse made trek up the zig-zag rode of the mountain, bringing you to the higher point with much larger tents and perhaps less people. You jumped off of Ahnvae, combing out her mane with your fingertips as you secured her rein to a tree.

Ahnvae, however, started to shake her head and whine in discomfort. Legolas and Gimli, who had tied their horses up near, noticed you having trouble. “This place is indeed eerie.” The Elf spoke calmly behind you.

You hummed in agreement, continuing to stroke your horse in order to calm her. “The horses are restless, and the men are quiet.” Legolas muttered to another. You turned around, eyes catching Eomer’s. “They grow nervous in the shadow of the mountain.” He explained.

You followed his eyes to a large crevice in the mountain wall; just big enough for a horse. “That road there… where does that lead?” Gimli asked hesitantly. “It is the road to the Dimholt.” Legolas started. You glanced at him, furrowing your brows in confusion.

“It is the door under the mountain.” You and Gimli exchanged an even more confused look. “What is so strange about such a thing?” You asked. The two taller men looked directly at you. Eomer sighed, “None who venture there ever return.”

Eomer turned around, ready to walk away. “That mountain is evil.” He muttered. You crossed your arms, pouting loudly. “How reassuring.” Legolas and Gimli smirked at you. Settling down in front of your tent, you let Ahnvae lay your muzzle across your lap.

You smiled, petting her as you leaned your head against the tree trunk, dark locks falling from your shoulder. Day had turned to night, causing you to stir. You sensed a familiar aura. Standing up, you decided to get away from the crowd.

You sat in a small field of weeds; your feet dangling off the edge of the cliff. You could still hear the noise of men; granted your Elven hearing or not. A battle would be upon your Fellowship- to those whom you’ve grown to love.

Getting yourself worked up, you stood up to stretch. Turning around, you walked back to where Legolas and Gimli were. You noticed Aragorn walking by with his horse, and you gave the two a knowing nod. He would not get out of this one alone.

“Just where do you think you’re off to?” Gimli asked as Aragorn walked past him. “Not this time. This time you must stay, Gimli.” Aragorn spoke. You gave a light scoff from behind him as Legolas came into view, holding the reins of both his horse and yours. “Have you learned nothing of the stubbornness of Dwarves?”

Aragorn looked at the both of you, then Gimli, shaking his head. “You cannot get rid of us after what we have gone through.” You purred teasingly. “You might as well accept it.” Gimli laughed. “We’re going with you, laddie.” Aragorn held back a smile, sighing as he nodded in defeat.

You smiled softly, jumping onto Ahnvae’s saddles with ease. After Gimli was securely behind Legolas, you brought your black horse into play behind them both as you galloped slowly in a straight line. You knew where you were going, you were just unsure of why.

People, even in the darkness, gathered around to watch the four of you pass. Your ears twitched at the murmurs and accusations of the Fellowship abandoning battle. Your grip on the reins tightened in annoyance, for why would you come as far as to just give up?

“Lord Aragorn!” A desperate call came as the dark enveloped around him as you entered the crevice in the mountain wall. You felt multiple chills go up your spine as Ahnvae whined lowly. “Shhh…” You soothed gently.

Light had started to funnel down to the road ahead as the mountain top started to separate, becoming a small valley. Very few vegetation dwelled where you rode; rock and gravel took up all your sight. It had simply become a bore to stare at.

You felt as though you would doze off into an uncomfortable slumber before you heard your Dwarven friend speak. “What kind of army would linger in such a place?” Gimli asked cautiously. “One that is cursed.” Legolas answered simply.

Legolas continued on, looking ahead once again. “Long ago, the Men of the Mountains swore an oath to the last king of Gondor… To come to his aid… to fight. But when the time came, when Gondor’s need was dire, they fled; vanishing into the darkness of the mountain.” You stayed quiet as you heard the tale. The air seems much thicker…

“And so Isildur cursed them, never to rest until they had fulfilled their pledge.” The Elf spoke softly, glancing around as the light dulled. “Cursed…? Melamin… you do not mean of the entity kind, surely?” You mumbled lowly. Anything that would involve such evils as ghosts did not excite you in the least bit. Legolas glanced back at you, giving you a gentle look of security.

Your horses continued to gallop as the mountain walls got closer, making you squirm in unease. Just as you neared a single line of dead trees, Aragorn ordered to abandon riding the horses; for we were close. You climbed off of Ahnvae reluctantly.

Blue eyes glared as you neared a large rectangular opening to the mountain, darkness seeping from its corners. “The very warmth of my blood seems stole away.” Gimli hissed. You hummed in agreement, shyly glancing around.

“The way is shut…” Legolas whispered. “It was made by those who are dead, and the Dead keep it.” You immediately froze, glaring daggers into their backs. Just then, a deadly breeze attacked the Fellowship, causing the horses to neigh loudly.

“Ahnvae!” You gasped as she struggled from your grip, rushing away with the other two horses. “Brego!” Aragorn called for his horse. Nothing. “I do not fear death!” Aragorn growled, storming into the darkness of the opening.

Legolas followed suit, leaving you and Gimli to stand outside in fear. “If it were not for this fear of ghosts…” You hissed, clenching your fists. “Well, this is a thing unheard-of!” Gimli whined. “An Elf will go underground where a Dwarf dare not!?”

You both looked at each other, nodding as you rushed in after the two. “We would never hear the end of it.” You reminded him lowly. Gimli nodded in agreement as you listened to the shuffling of footsteps, following in pursuit. Of course, Aragorn and Legolas would never hear the end of this from you, either.