Elf Dream

Chapter 5. Edoras

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Chapter 5. Edoras         Or          To Helm's Deep

The sun was just rising as I awoke. I sat up and rubbed my eyes, marveling in the beauty of the plains.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Legolas murmured, echoing my thoughts. He was sitting, gazing out towards the direction of Edoras.

“Yes, it is.” I agreed. I went over and sat next to him. We sat in a companionable silence, watching the sunrise, for a few minutes until Aragorn, Gimli, and Gandalf woke. We packed up camp quickly, and once more mounted the horses. My leg ached as I leapt onto the horse behind Legolas. Because I was now conscious, it was easier for him to ride in front. Once everyone was on the horses, we set off at a gallop.

“We should be able to see Edoras soon.” Gandalf told us as we rode. I scanned the horizon for a glimpse of it.

“There!” I pointed. It was still too far away for Gimli, Aragorn, and Gandalf to make out, but Legolas saw it.

“We should arrive within the hour.” he predicted. We rode hard and fast, over the waving hills of grass. Legolas was correct. Almost an hour later, we were at the gates of Edoras.

“Edoras and the Golden Hall of Meduseld.” Gandalf announced. “There dwells Théoden, King of Rohan, whose mind is overthrown. Saruman’s hold over King Théoden is now very strong.” We rode through the gates and up to the hall. We dismounted as Gandalf requested to see the king. As Legolas helped me off the horse, I noticed many of the guards staring at me. Perhaps it was the clothes… They were torn, dirty, and bloodstained. Maybe we could buy some things here. 

“I cannot allow you before Théoden-King so armed, Gandalf Greyhame. By order of Gríma Wormtongue.” the guard at the door stated. Gandalf nodded and signaled for us to give our weapons. Aragorn handed him his sword, dagger, a small throwing knife concealed in his boot. Gimli reluctantly handed over his axe, giving the man a glare before releasing it. Legolas handed him his bow, and, with an impressive twirl, handed over his double daggers. He pulled out a hunting knife and handed that over as well. I carefully took my swords and handed them to him. I thought I had a dagger somewhere… I felt around my sleeves until I pulled out a throwing knife. I then reached over my head and behind my back, pulling out my dagger that Legolas had given me for emergencies. Gandalf smiled at him.

"Your staff.” the guard gestured towards Gandalf.

“Hmm? Oh. You would not part an old man from his walking stick?” Gandalf looked at the man innocently. The man frowned and motioned for us to follow him. Gandalf winked at me before following the guard.

“The courtesy of your hall is somewhat lessened of late, Théoden King.” he boomed. On the throne sat an old man. He looked ancient. A man with greasy black hair knelt next to him, whispering in his ear.

“Why… Should I welcome you, Gandalf Stormcrow?” the archaic man wheezed.

“A just question, my liege.” the man said, walking towards Gandalf.

“Late is the hour in which this conjurer chooses to appear. Lathspell spell I name him. Ill news is an ill guest.”

“Be silent!” Gandalf commanded. “Keep your forked tongue behind your teeth. I have not passed through fire and death to bandy crooked words with a witless worm!” He raised his staff.

“His staff! I told you to take the wizard’s staff!” the man yelled, backing away, even as Gandalf strode forward. Guards stationed around the room leapt at us, hoping to take us by surprise. A quick jab here, a punch there, and soon they were all taken care of.