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- 1-The Moonhorse
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The
Moonhorse 3
Faramir
weary brushed a stray lock of his auburn hair away from his eyes.
The last four
days and the weeks before had been trying to say at best. In his lap rested the
small head of one of Aragorn�s daughters. On his left shoulder leaned the head
of another, their brother had snuggled up to his back and in his arms the man
held the baby daughter of the pair. Faramir didn�t mind to be used as a pillow
replacement from Arwen�s and Aragorn�s children; too much he missed his own son
all the time.
They had
taken to the man like water to a river.
Fast,
deeply and without any restrain. Boromir too was a usual recipient of the
children�s snuggle attempts to receive some comfort in the late. As his brother,
he didn�t mind them much. Their exhausted parents rested not far from the
beleaguered friend of them who currently minded their children lovingly. The
old dwarfen tunnels reached through the entire mountain behind Gondor�s back.
All but forgotten by a handful people and even less knowing in the beginning,
they had lain unused for the most of the time since the foundation of Gondor.
Anorion had
actually been the one to tell the brothers, just in case they needed a way out
of the town other than the usual. Before he and his guards had ridden out to
call for help for the current royal family. Now his foresight had paid off them
all. All the last days they had pressed on. Boromir had been restless in his
pursuit to get as much distance as possible between their group and his former
home city. The group had managed, by following the instructions of Anarion; to
cover more ground as before believed that they could.
Boromir�s
and Faramir�s father had known about them but had not believed them to be in
any good shape anymore to be used. He had been wrong. True, the most tunnels were
out of question and beyond any usage now but the main tunnel had survived the
time in a surprisingly good shape. So good in fact, that Boromir had destroyed
the way back at some point to prevent others to follow them. Now all of their
hope lay in moving forward and to trust that the old entry to these caverns was
still open.
Boromir
eased down next to Faramir tiredly only to have Eldarion fast abandon his place
on Faramir�s back to make himself at home in the lap of his new �uncle�.
Faramir
gave a chuckle at the sight. �Don�t know what they did to raise them so.� His
brother groused well naturally meanwhile he awkwardly moved the boy around so
that Eldarion did not have to rest directly on his cold armor. �They all are
rather cuddly, don�t you think so too, little brother?� He gave Faramir an
amused look. The latter nodded. �Yes.� He agreed in his often silent manner.
Reaching
out to stir the fire before them Faramir mused calmly. �They are frightened for
their uncle as they call Anarion and for their parents. So what do you expect,
brother?� He gave Boromir a troubled look. Then both looked over where Aragorn
and Arwen rested. He was much better since yesterday but would need a long time
to recover as best as he could. And she had gained a little more weight since
they traveled. Both brothers tried to make the journey as easy on the pregnant
Arwen as possible.
Next to the
couple lay Anarion on his bedding. Pale and still very much between life and
death the former king looked not much better as before. �At least the worst of
his wounds have closed now and have stopped bleeding, Fara.� Boromir noted in a
whisper. The younger of the two sons of Denethor nodded at that. He had noticed
as much.
��Maybe there is still a hope for him, I feared
for the worst. Luckily the herbs worked or else he would have met his maker for
a second time already.� A new voice cut in. �And we still have to find horses
once we are out of here. No one of them is in any shape to travel by feet.�
Both shared a look with the Ranger who had spoken the last words. Mablung
looked not better off as Boromir and Faramir when he sat down next to them and
the now sleeping children.
�You found
the doors than I take?� Faramir deducted from the short words of the older
ranger who nodded. �Yes, and as you both thought, no one was there. No wonder
though, they will at least need three weeks to get to the end of the tunnels
whereupon we needed only a few days, taking the direct route through the stone
and they need to ride around the entire mountain to reach us here. Even if they
make full haste, they will need the time. At this time of the year all others
are closed from snow and weather. And the road is treacherous.��
The others
nodded. �Aye, they will. I have ridden that route often enough in the past to
know that well myself. Thank the Valar for that!� Boromir told the others
whilst shifting Eldarion a little to stretch out his left leg carefully so not
to wake the boy. As did Faramir did know it too, he too had ridden that route
often in his youth and later. At this time of the year, early winter, the most
other roads were already closed until the springtime of the next year.�� But we now need to cross the Riddermark without
horses in this weather and I don�t think that King Eomer will be happy about it
that we are there. Not since the latest events in his lands.� Faramir noted
calmly.
All three
men fell silent.
For the
third time this night Haleth cursed his natural curiosity!
Those Spies
from two days prior hadn�t gotten out of his mind and so the youth had taken the
way back to the village to then move into the other direction for the now. The
stallion and the foal still followed him�and not only them in the late. Since
yesterday the count of horses had risen by four more. Where they had come from,
the boy had no clue but in the last morning they had suddenly been there and
now the small herd followed him on the mare like they had nothing better to do!
It made it
harder for the boy to keep undetected from the spies and whatever else was
running around in the Mark lately.
Just what
exactly did those three times cursed Easterlings search for in the Riddermark?
Besides
that he wanted to confirm his suspicious that the troupe from before near the
road was the same one that had killed the people of the village near the former
Golden Wood. If they were, there would be a hell to pay when Eomer was told
about it, Haleth was certain. Currently around seven horses and one human boy
were creeping around a camp of three spies to reach the other side of the road.
Surprisingly silent if one was pressed to note.
The horses
that had taken to follow the boy and his three were all war steeds. Some saddled
still and some looked rather wild. Haleth had noted and that they needed not
much commands from him to stay silent or to follow a given path, much to his
luck. The foal was another story but luckily it followed the older horses without
to make much trouble through the under bushes. When he finally reached the
other side, sweat had broken out on Haleth�s skin and made his attire clammy
and cling to his frame.
If those Easterlings
had spotted him�he did not want to think about it. Those were no usual spies
that much he had learned in the last days. Those men of the east were all
warriors, armed to the neck and obviously experienced. He had almost to no
chance to survive a fight with them without wounds not to mention that his
success of avoiding them and looking for whatever they did search in the mark
if he was caught was none. It was sheer luck that they had been drinking their
own brew of spirits this night and so, been distracted.
Silently he
mounted the mare again and made haste to get away from them.
She had not
let him ride another of the stallions and mares or them near to what she had
obviously decided was now �her� human. Not that he did mind, who did not want
to ride such a horse but she did belong to someone, he was sure and he could
never in his wildest dreams afford such a horse until he inherited all of his
father�s gold.
This would
lead to troubles right in the future, Haleth shook his head and set out in the
grassland to find out what these men searched in his homeland.
Two days
later he was still none the wisest and the number of the herd had grown by five
more horses�much to his chagrin. Why suddenly every loose running horse of the
Riddermark seems to flock to his strange herd was a miracle to him that made
him wonder. Maybe he had wished for a horse too much in the late? He shook it
off when a well known voice reached him from his left.
�Haleth�
Bey!! Wait.�
And with
that, Sajid finally found the youth after tracking him for the last almost full
week. That Haleth was more near to Gondor as Meduselt was what made the man
wonder.
He had
tracked Haleth since he had found the youth�s footprints by the river near the
Golden wood by tracking back Haleth�s uncles. First backwards, as he found out
later in the destroyed village and then forward all the more determined then to
find his young Lord. He too found the camp full of Easterlings near the road to
then trace the barely there tracks of the horses to the youth in the middle of
the plains directing to Gondor�s mountainside. Right after sending the man who had
been traveling with Sajid so far, back to Meduselt with the horrifying news to
tell Eomer earlier.
Dismounting
he took in the flock of horses that seem to follow his young Lord. How curios,
he thought. Pointing at them he gave into his curiosity. �Why do they follow
you around? Not that I mind, they covered your tracks from the Easterlings.�
For the first time in days Haleth gave a loud laugh. �I honestly don�t know, my
friend. Somehow�they grew in number?� He scratched his head whilst saying that.
Slightly uncomfortable with the entire event. His friend broke out in a
heartfelt laughter. �Only you, my Lord, only you!� Sajid sobered, �Why didn�t
you ride straight to Edoras, my Lord? We found the leftovers of�� He trailed off, seeing the grief flash
shortly over the fair features of Haleth.
�I saw
spies ride away in this direction all the time. They search after something or
someone here and I wanted to know what or who!� Sajid looked at the mare Haleth
was riding; she was a precious one indeed. Pointing at her he couldn�t help but
ask. �And she? Did she follow you too?� The youth gave another nervous laugh.
�Looks like it.� Both laughed this time. �She must have belonged to the
unfortunate villagers.� He said no more and turned back on his former track.
Suddenly
much more silent.
His friend
joined him just as silent. �They will pay for the taken lives.� Haleth nodded. Four
hours later, both came to a sudden stop upon a hillside.
�Just what
in the name of every god I know of and the Valar of the elves too is this?!�
Shielding his eyes from the midday sun Haleth tried to get a better look at the
sorry looking caravan of people down there in the plains of Rohan. Beside him
Sajid shook his head in wonder and whistled. �This, my Lord I fear is what
those pigs are searching after. And from the looks of it, I dare to say;
something must be indeed very wrong in Gondor to have their King to flee in
such and undignified manner! Look! They carry injured with them�.and children
too!� Looking at each other confused for a moment Haleth whistled to the horses
and corralled them in to follow Sajid then down meanwhile the latter already
rode fast down the soft hill to greed the people down there.
�Boromir! Riders
of the Mark and one looks like a knight of King Eomers court to judge from the
armor he wears!� Mablung gesticulated to the hill in front of the traveling
group. They had pressed onwards on foot. The group need to get more space
between their sure pursuers and them, it was overwhelming their need to rest.
Boromir too looked at the approaching rider with trepidation. What could he
tell the man? He indeed looked like one of Eomers Knights. Next to him, Faramir
grinned suddenly.�I know that one! That is Sajid!�
�Sa�who?�
Boromir turned to his brother. �Sajid, err, a long story. And all happened
after you�. Anyways, he is a friend.� With that Faramir took off to greed the
newcomer.
When Haleth
finally reached them the horses in tow, Sajid was already engrossed into a talk
between two men he had never seen before, Lord Faramir and the queen of Gondor.
Dismounting
he simply took to listen in and to not say anything for the now.
��what do
you mean to say is that he took over?� Sajid looked wide-eyed at the prince of
Ithilien. The latter nodded grimly.�Yes! I fear he has also been the one to
hand out the rumors that ended in this debacle.� Faramir looked behind them at
the two carriers containing the injured Aragorn and Anarion. �He also tried to
starve Lady Arwen and the little ones!� The one called Boromir told Sajid with
a throw of his arms in the air in his obvious frustration. �You should have
seen how pitiful they looked when Mablung and I found them! If I ever get my
hands on that, that sorry excuse of a son of Elendil�� Arwen stopped the tirade
just in time before her curios eldest could hear more.
At that a
picture flashed before Haleth�s inner eyes. A man, regal looking and very tall
looked at two other men that resembled him more or less with sorrow. One looked
at a strange ring with the look of one possessed while the other seemed to be
hunted by the shadows of the wraiths of Sauron. He gave a shudder and was back
in the real world. His line of sight ended on one of the injured men. With
horror he took in the battered face; it was the one hunted by the shadows.
��through
the entire mountain?! Was there no other way?� The one called Boromir shook his
head. �Sadly, no. it was the only way out. To think that we had to flee the
very city we once have sworn to protect�� Boromir shook his head with a
grimace. �We had no chance or any other option my friend. What do you think
will King Eomer do and just who is that?� Asked Faramir.
This moment
Sajid seem to remember Haleth and turned around to him.
Waving the
youth over, he introduced him to the others. �My Lords, this is Lord Haleth,
son of Hama, currently the head of the house of fire of Rohan and my Lord. This
is a long story why we are here, forgive me, I kind of forgot for a moment.�
The last was stated at the red haired young man behind him with a bow. Haleth
regarded the others as warily as they regarded him.
When his
eyes settled on the Queen he thought to himself that this wasn�t exactly how he
had pictured it in his mind to meet her to give her the package that he still
carried with him!
�How much
longer until we reach Edoras, Breos of the Mark?� The warrior who was spoken
too turned his steed nearer to that of the King, right through the group of heavily
armed Greenwood warriors that surrounded Thranduil. �Not much, my Lord. We
should reach it in a nick of time, maybe two hours from here.� The woodland
King nodded and rode on silently. The Marshal followed him just as silent in a
respectful distance. He was still trying to recover from it that he was
actually really leading the famous King of the woodland realm to the Hall of
Meduselt. Trying to shake of his awe he was glad that these warriors weren�t
his enemies, for they and their King looked rather fierce in their anger.
Meanwhile
in Meduselt everyone was in a flurry of movements to get the hall ready for an
unexpected guest. Legolas had reached Eomer just a few hours prior to warn him
in time that his father had chosen to meet him and to inform him of what he
knew of what was happening in Gondor at the moment.
�And it is
certain that they have driven Aragorn to flee? Impossible! The gall of that
cursed man! And Boromir is alive again too? Truly?� He thundered. Next to him,
Legolas cringed at the sheer volume of the surprised King�s voice. Not that he
had thought the King to react differently. Long enough he was a friend now to Eomer.
And the news he had brought excused easily his reaction. A short while before
he had reached the Hall, another messenger had reached it. Fully exhausted and
ready to fall out of his saddle at any moment.
The man had
told Eomer about what he and Sajid had found out near the former Golden Wood
and Easterlings camping next to the road leading to Gondor.
To his
horror, Eomer now had to ready his people for a possible invasion from the
looks of it, as well as for war! And his best ally had just turned into one of
his foes�no, that wasn�t right. Aragorn hadn�t turned his back on him, but he
was currently fleeing from the one that had orchestrated the confusion as it
looked.
�This is
soo wrong that I actually lack the words to describe it, Legolas!� He told the
Prince when Eomer recovered a little from his shock. Not to mention that Eofine
had reacted just as expected and literally beaten the shit out of his uncle to
gain information�s�not that Eomer longer cared. The man had more than deserved
it as it turned out. Eomer had needed six warriors to keep the young man in
check. Currently Eofine was ordered to muck out the stalls, not to punish him
but to keep him busy and away from the dungeon.
Right at
the moment the now prisoners of Eomer recovered from a sudden and very bad case
of stomach flu that had practically chained them to the lavatories for the past
two days.
He
shuddered. Ealfreda�s work no doubt on that. She was as bad as his sister in
these matters.
Along with
the sudden pustules that all of them sported since this morning and were
driving her uncle and followers insane from the itching since they had appeared,
Eomer was sure. She would have poisoned them if he wouldn�t have forbidden her
to do so directly.
And
speaking of Eowyn, she was currently hunting down every possible spy inside his
ranks and Eomer was once more glad that she and Faramir had broken off their
marriage a few years prior. He turned to the elf that walked silently next to
the fuming and scheming King of Rohan. �What is with my nephew? Will your royal
father bring him too?� Legolas softly shook his head. �No, I think not. We both
found it safer to leave the boy with my sister and my brothers in Greenwood.
But rest at peace my Lord; my family has taken a great likening in the boy.� He
laid one hand on Eomer�s shoulder. �He will be safe there. I promise, and have already
told so to his Lady mother too.� Wearily Eomer rubbed his eyes before he gave a
pat on the hand of his friend and turned to stride into the great hall.
Later in the
same night as Thranduil finally reached Edoras with his host of warriors, a
large group of white ships silently reached the hushed and abandoned havens
that faced the shores of Aman far in the west. Once the ships had docked, a
lone rider onto an impressive white stallion was dispatched into the direction
of Rivendell far in the east of the Grey Havens in haste and later a lot others
also leaved the now busy looking town in several different directions.
The next
morning greeted a wryly grinning Haleth, Boromir and Arwen with again new
horses added to his little herd. The guards had noticed them coming right out
of the night around them in the early morning hours and had watched amused the
horses trot straight over to the red haired young man to simply stay near him then
until he woke up from the laughter of Sajid and Boromir.
�Maybe we
should rename you into The Horse caller, my Lord. � Sajid joked at seeing Haleth�s
wry grin. �Yes, one would think they are in love with him.� Boromir added with
barely suppressing his own mirth. The young warrior shot both jokers a mock
glare before he bend to examine the hooves of the horse right in front of him
as he always did when he saw a new horse. He always checked for possible
injuries first. And the legs were prone to them more than the rest he had found
out after a while. Many horses lost the iron shoes in the wild, if they ever
got them from the smiths.
Finding none
on all four he checked the horse over before directing it to Sajid to put on a
makeshift saddle for the horse for it to carry a rider.
�This one
has iron shoes and seems in good condition, I think it could easily bear the
heavy Boromir, what do you think, Sajid?� Grinning the young man waited for the
exclamation that sure was to follow from the tall Gondorian and he wasn�t
waiting in vain.
�Eh? I am
not heavy you imp! I just happen to carry a heavy armor, and what is that grin
for, hm? Faramir! Your new friend is telling others I weight too much!� Boromir
took on the teasing of the younger man. �Well, he does have a point here, Boro.
You sure look like you have eaten a little too much lately�� The elder of the
two brothers sputtered for a moment before he broke out into a booming laugh and
began to chase Faramir around said horse that calmly chewed on a bunch of grass.
Around them the most others laughed too, just a few did just grin at the scene.
One who grinned was a newly awake Aragorn since the morning.
He still
had trouble to laugh or to do much else as to lie and recover, too weak was he
to begin with.
They had built
two travois like carriages to transport him and Anarion upon them. The children
would ride in front of the rangers and others. Now as it looked, they even had
enough horses to give the most of the few people each an own horse. What was
fortunate since they would have to make haste this day to get away from the
spies looking for their group. And only a few had experience in riding bareback
without a saddle and bridle, like Sajid, Lady Arwen and Haleth.
�We will
have to make it to the lake today in order to avoid them as long as possible,
Lord Boromir.� Haleth told the tall warrior he already liked much when Boromir came
to stand near to him again. Curiously watching the young man wrap one leg of a
mare for protection up with Sajid holding the a little nervous horse, Boromir gave
a whistle. �That wrap looks more like a compression as a protection wrap.� The young
man nodded. �It is. She favors her leg a little, most likely a misstep has
strained a muscle since I found no sprain or equally dangerous damage.� He finished
the wrapping up and set the hoof carefully back down before rising slowly to
put a cloth over the back of the mare. �This will help her to step easier. She
will have to carry one of the carriages of the injured. It would be too bad for
her to carry a rider. This way she will have not so much weight put directly on
her back and the hoof and more leverage to pull the carriage.� He gave her a
final pat on the neck before Sajid finished to close the belt under the mare�s
belly.
Turning the
young man began to walk over were Anarion still lay without a movement on his
transport carriage.
Kneeling next
to it Haleth checked a last time the binds that held the sleeping man on the makeshift
cart. They had worked on them the entire night, using some of the small trees
near the hillside. �You know, I saw this one and another two in a vision
yesterday when you spoke of them. He was the one who was hunted by Ring-wraiths
in my dream.� He fell silent to wrap the man tighter into the blanked upon his
prone form before rising and turning to fix his stare to Boromir�s surprised one.
�Since I was a child I�sometimes see things. This vision was most strange. There
was this older man in armor with the tree of Gondor on the front. He looked a
lot like the two younger, he stared at them with sorrow in the eyes, and half
of him lay in the shadows. The other looked like a possessed man at a small golden
ring in his hands and the third you know.� He shook his head.
�Was there
something else you saw?� Boromir had fallen uncharacteristically silent at the
admission of the young Lord. Haleth shook his head again. �No, not that I remember.
But the Wraiths trouble me.� He told the man in a calm voice. What made Boromir
shudder slightly.� I don�t know what to make of them, since they are supposed
to have vanished with their foul Lord years past. But since even the death came
back, as you prove so well�.I cannot help to ask myself the same questions all
the time.� Haleth secured his leather helmet under his chin and bend to take
his small pack to secure it onto the back of his mare that he had , in silence,
begun to call, Ruscondil. What meant Fox friend in elvish as far as he knew it and
seem to fit the mare perfectly. Since she was uncommonly sly and colored like
one.
�What
questions, Haleth?� It was Faramir who had come over and who asked Haleth this
in an equally calm voice.
The young
man didn�t answer right away. First he slipped onto Ruscondil�s back. Straightening
he gave both brothers a pensive stare than he shrugged. Patting her neck he
finally murmured.
�If Boromir
and Anarion came back, why shouldn�t other creatures do so too? And if I am
right, than whom exactly will we have to face in the future and when did they come
back to live and how?� He gave both again a worried glance.
�And
finally, what the hell is going on here that brings death people and maybe else
back from beyond the cycles of the world and why?!�
End of
chapter three.
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