The Ride of The Rohirrim
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Lord of the Rings Movies › Het - Male/Female
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Adult
Chapters:
15
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To Helms Deep.
The raised voices and the barely veiled anger caught her attention. Beléniel entered the hall as King Theoden made the decision that everyone would take only what is necessary and depart for Helm’s Deep. One look at Aragorn told her that he was not particularly pleased with the decision. The King left the Hall to prepare, and Eowyn hurried after him.
Gandalf headed for the doors. “We must hurry.” The men rose and followed him out to the stables. Beléniel followed quietly, not wanting to intrude. She knew that when the wily wizard got onto something he was like a charging beast that would not give up.
They were discussing what to do as Gandalf put the bridle onto the most glorious white steed she had ever seen, and sped out of the stables telling them to look towards the East on the morning of the fifth day. He was going to find Eomer! Her heart sped up at the prospect of seeing the golden Rider once more.
“You are miles away,” Aragorn reprimanded her when she started at his touch on her arm. “A dead Ranger is one who is not aware of his surroundings. You were never careless, Beléniel. What has your attention?”
Flushing she waved a dismissive hand. “You have never asked me if I carry a message from the Lady of Rivendell.”
Tilting his head to one side he regarded her curiously. “Do you?”
She nodded. “Her choice was made, and will not be unmade. She will wait as long as need be.”
Turning to his horse he began to saddle it. He said nothing, and she sighed as she turned for the Hall. She needed to gather her things. They began the long trek to the fortified stronghold within the hour. Beléniel walked with many others, remaining near the front.
“You are kin to Aragorn?” Legolas, the Mirkwood Elf walked by her side.
“My grandfather, Elrond, adopted him as his own son. My father is Elrohir,” she replied. “Always did I consider Aragorn an uncle, and love him as thus.”
“I have never met a female ranger before now,” he stated. “Are there others?”
“Nay,” she replied. A small smile played about her lips. “My kin was not pleased that I would choose this life. They would have preferred I wed an Elf and raise a family. My father let me decide, and though not entirely happy with the choice he supported me. My mother was of the race of Man, and strong was her blood. She loved adventuring, and I have inherited that trait as well as her coloring.”
Legolas hurried to the nearest hill, and drew his bow, letting fly an arrow. Twirling he shouted, “Scout!”
Beléniel sprinted up beside him, and drew her own bow. The two of them began to ply the enemy warg riders with arrows. She heard the rumble of many horses coming up behind them, and turned in time to catch the arm Aragorn held out to her. From her position behind him she plied her bow again until the enemy and her allies met with a clash of steel and the chances of hitting Men became too great. Thus her sword was unsheathed, and when Aragorn was taken from the horse’s back she guided the destrier with her knees. She had to trust that her kin would be safe as she helped to protect the unarmed that Eowyn led away to the safety of Helm’s Deep.
Gandalf headed for the doors. “We must hurry.” The men rose and followed him out to the stables. Beléniel followed quietly, not wanting to intrude. She knew that when the wily wizard got onto something he was like a charging beast that would not give up.
They were discussing what to do as Gandalf put the bridle onto the most glorious white steed she had ever seen, and sped out of the stables telling them to look towards the East on the morning of the fifth day. He was going to find Eomer! Her heart sped up at the prospect of seeing the golden Rider once more.
“You are miles away,” Aragorn reprimanded her when she started at his touch on her arm. “A dead Ranger is one who is not aware of his surroundings. You were never careless, Beléniel. What has your attention?”
Flushing she waved a dismissive hand. “You have never asked me if I carry a message from the Lady of Rivendell.”
Tilting his head to one side he regarded her curiously. “Do you?”
She nodded. “Her choice was made, and will not be unmade. She will wait as long as need be.”
Turning to his horse he began to saddle it. He said nothing, and she sighed as she turned for the Hall. She needed to gather her things. They began the long trek to the fortified stronghold within the hour. Beléniel walked with many others, remaining near the front.
“You are kin to Aragorn?” Legolas, the Mirkwood Elf walked by her side.
“My grandfather, Elrond, adopted him as his own son. My father is Elrohir,” she replied. “Always did I consider Aragorn an uncle, and love him as thus.”
“I have never met a female ranger before now,” he stated. “Are there others?”
“Nay,” she replied. A small smile played about her lips. “My kin was not pleased that I would choose this life. They would have preferred I wed an Elf and raise a family. My father let me decide, and though not entirely happy with the choice he supported me. My mother was of the race of Man, and strong was her blood. She loved adventuring, and I have inherited that trait as well as her coloring.”
Legolas hurried to the nearest hill, and drew his bow, letting fly an arrow. Twirling he shouted, “Scout!”
Beléniel sprinted up beside him, and drew her own bow. The two of them began to ply the enemy warg riders with arrows. She heard the rumble of many horses coming up behind them, and turned in time to catch the arm Aragorn held out to her. From her position behind him she plied her bow again until the enemy and her allies met with a clash of steel and the chances of hitting Men became too great. Thus her sword was unsheathed, and when Aragorn was taken from the horse’s back she guided the destrier with her knees. She had to trust that her kin would be safe as she helped to protect the unarmed that Eowyn led away to the safety of Helm’s Deep.