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Title: The White Lady of Rohan (#1774)
Author: EowynRohirrim
Chapters: 2
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Archive: Tolkien
Category: Lord of the Rings
Description: And they thought it was all over...
Five years after the ROTK elf, dwarf and man are called upon to help the Rohirrim.
Published: 07 Apr 2005
Updated: 28 Apr 2005
Warnings:
Type: Humour
Characters: Eowyn; Faramir; Eomer; Legolas; Aragorn; Gimli
Chapter 1 - Shadows on the East
Éowyn gripped Faramir’s waist tighter as they rode across the plains of Rohan.
“You know,” she shouted above the wind, “I never used to go this fast!”
“There’s a first time for everything,” he laughed, “Where’s Éomer?”
“Oh he’s way behind!” Éowyn smiled, “We better not forget to thank Gandalf for lending us Shadowfax.”
Faramir agreed and the couple were silent again as they rode into the sunset.
***
“The sky is red, blood has been shed this night,” Legolas sighed.
“Not again!” Gimli moaned, “I’ve just recovered from Frodo’s epic!”
“Pipe down you two!” Aragorn cried from the kitchen, “Baren is trying to sleep! Arwen’s been up there for hours trying to lay him down. Gimli could you?” he started to say.
“Of course I’ll go and try! Legolassy, you coming?” Gimli replied.
“I’ve already told you I hate that name! I’d love to come, but I’ve got to go and see Gandalf,” Legolas sighed.
“Ok then, I’m going in!” Gimli said in an adventurous tone.
Legolas laughed, “I can’t wait until you grow up!”
As soon as Gimli had headed upstairs Aragorn turned to Legolas.
“If it goes wrong, if you don’t come out alive then…” he trailed off.
“I’ll be fine,” he sighed as he grabbed his finest bow from the striking oak shelf by the door, “I hope.”
When he turned to look at Aragorn he saw tears in his friend’s eyes.
“Whatever happens,” he cried softly, “At least Sauron’s gone.”
Elf and man embraced.
“He’s asleep,” Gimli whispered as he re-entered the kitchen before he noticed tears dripping from his two best friends’ faces.
“What in Isildur’s name is going on here?” he asked bewilderedly.
“It is too late to explain now, Gimli,” Legolas sighed.
“No! It’s never too late,” the dwarf tried to shout through tears.
“He’s right,” Aragorn agreed, “there’s only one solution.”
“And what is that?” Legolas asked, his eyes glowed with hope.
“We are coming too.”
***
Five-hundred miles away Faramir woke to feel the bed trembling softly. He drew away from Eowyn and slipped on his dressing gown. A chill rushed up his spine as he heard an incessant trotting noise from outside the tent. He kissed Éowyn on her pale cheek faintly, before positioning on his armour, picking up his sword and heading out of the tent. The wind whistled through his hair as the trotting noise continued. Suddenly he saw figures on the horizon. He ran back into the tent and woke Éowyn.
“They are coming! Wake up! Get up! We must leave immediately!”
“W-what?” Éowyn groaned, “Is it Éomer? Tell him to-”
“No, it’s not him. It is evil far greater than neither you nor I know and we must leave!”
Eowyn did as she was asked and helped Faramir pack up the tent.
“Quick, let’s mount Shadowfax and leave!” Faramir cried, fear creeping through his bloodstream, a quiver in his voice.
“Yes. Let us leave.” Eowyn replied.
The couple mounted the snowdrop silhouette, Shadowfax, and rode away from the figures that approached them.
***
Aragorn and Legolas stood at the door as they waited for Gimli to arrive.
“What’s keeping you?!” Aragorn shouted at the bathroom door.
“My hair’s all knotted!”
“I find that ‘Ever-blonde super-shine™’ helps” Legolas replied.
“I’m not blonde!” Gimli grunted.
As they were just about to leave there was a piercing scream followed by a loud cackle...
Chapter 2 - Ride to Rohan
Aragorn and Legolas stood at the door as they waited for Gimly to arrive.
“What’s keeping you?!” Aragorn shouted at the bathroom door.
“My hair’s all knotted!”
“I find that ‘Ever-blonde super-shine™’ helps” Legolas replied.
“I’m not blonde!” Gimly grunted.
As they were just about to leave there was a piercing scream followed by a loud cackle.
“Legolas! What do your Elven eyes see?” Aragorn questioned.
“There is a man of Rohan, Éomer! Let us run to him for now we shall learn the meaning of haste!” Legolas answered, running out of the door and up to Éomer.
“Elf, dwarf and man! Something has gone amiss in Rohan! I have left my people under the care of my guards, they are no suitable leaders. We must return!” Éomer shouted down from his horse.
“There may be a day when we refuse, but today we ride!” Aragorn cried, swinging himself up onto his horse, his companions doing the same. They looked to the east, before riding into the sunlight as fast as they could.
“What awaits us in the Home of the Horse-lords?” Legolas asked as they rode.
“Many great perils, I fear,” Éomer sighed, “It is as I feared; the enemy have returned.”
“Being such a lower form as a dwarf I fail to understand,” Gimli’s muffled voice came from behind Legolas.
“I see he’s still here,” Éomer muttered, stopping abruptly when he saw the look on Gimli’s face, “He really should have his own horse by now,” he added quickly.
“Stop your bickering! Middle Earth may be on the brink of destruction and all you can talk about is history! Shadows block the horizon; Éomer, where is Éowyn?!” Aragorn said sternly.
“She rode with Faramir. I am unable to tell you there whereabouts.”
“I fear-” Aragorn started to say, before turning his horse and riding to the South.
“What the-” Gimli started to say.
“No!” Aragorn screamed, speeding up, "We must find your sister, Éomer. I fear she is under threat, Faramir too."
"I thought Sauron has been destroyed?" Gimli asked anyone who was listening.
"He is not the only evil. The rings of power may have started many wars, but there are many more to come. We need to find out what the new evil is planning," Legolas replied.
"Let us ride- wait!" Aragorn shouted, jumping off his horse and picking something up from the grass.
"The pensive of Denathor!" Legolas cried.
Aragorn looked in it, but to his surprose he did not see two aging hands, he saw something he thought he and his compmanions had destroyed; Mordor.
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