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In Gondor	By : Sighs4l Category: Lord of the Rings Movies > Het - Male/Female Views: 2193 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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5. Hope is Kindled

Night
had fallen. The Countess came in to the
room they’d been given.
“Pippin, wake up. Look at
this.”
Pippin jumped up out of the bed and
straightened it out a bit; she then laid out on the bed the livery she’d
been given to bring to him. “A
uniform fit for a guard of the Citadel,” she said, smiling at him.
Pippin smiled weakly at the things on the
bed, picking up the scabbard and pulling the sword out of it. “So I imagine this is just a ceremonial
position,” he said hopefully to them.
“I mean, they don’t actually expect me to do any
fighting. Do they?”
“You’re in the service of the
Steward now,” Gandalf called in to him.
He was standing out on the balcony, looking toward Mordor, smoking his
pipe. “You’ll have to do as
you’re told, Peregrin Took,” Gandalf said, beginning to cough
slightly.
Pippin went to the table and poured a
goblet of water and brought it out to Gandalf, who was muttering to
himself. “Guard
of the Citadel.” Pippin
handed Gandalf the goblet and looked up at the sky.
“There’s no more stars,”
he said quietly and looked up at Gandalf.
“Is it time?”
“Yes,” said Gandalf.
“It’s so quiet,” said
Pippin, going up to the balcony railing.
“It’s the deep breath before
the plunge,” said Gandalf.
“I don’t want to be in a
battle,” said Pippin. “But
waiting on the edge of one I can’t escape is even worse.”
Gandalf put the goblet down onto the table
and went to stand by Pippin. The
Countess sat on the bed, watching them lean against the railing, listening to
them talk.
“Is there any hope, Gandalf?”
asked Pippin. “For
Frodo and Sam?”
“There never was much hope,”
said Gandalf. “Just
a fool’s hope. Our enemy is
ready, his full strength gathered. Not only orcs but men as well. Legions of Haradrim from the South,
mercenaries from the coast; all will answer Mordor’s call. This will be the end of Gondor as we know it. Here, the hammer’s stroke will fall
hardest. If the river is taken, if the
garrison at Osgiliath falls, the last defense of this City will be gone.”
“But we have the White
Wizard,” said Pippin.
Gandalf’s dark mood was now making even him uneasy. “That’s got to count for
something. Gandalf?” he said,
trying himself now to lighten the Wizard’s mood.
But Gandalf could not return the
hobbit’s hopeful smile; he only straightened and looked up to gaze at
Mordor again. What could he do? What would he do? “Sauron has yet to reveal his deadliest
servant, the one who will lead Mordor’s armies in war. The one they say no living man can
kill.”
The Countess looked up at Gandalf but said
nothing. Was this why he had brought her
with him? Since their arrival in Minas
Tirith, she’d been expecting him to send her on her way to Mordor but
he’d said nothing about her proceeding in furtherance of her own mission
on this world.
“The Witch King of Angmar,”
continued Gandalf, looking down at Pippin.
“You have met him before.
He stabbed Frodo on Weathertop.
He is the lord of the Nazgul, the greatest of the Nine. Minas Morgul is
his lair.”
Suddenly there was a bright light and
thunder from Mordor. She jumped up off
the bed and hurried out to the balcony, joining Gandalf and Pippin in time to
see a bright line of white light go from behind the wall of Mordor’s
mountains up to the clouds. They could
hear and see the people of the City running to the walls, exclaiming in
surprise at the sight. Pippin’s fright
was palpable and Gandalf put a hand on the hobbit’s shoulder to try to
comfort him.
“We come to it at last,”
Gandalf quietly told them. “The great battle of our time. The board is set. The pieces are moving.”
Great irritation flared in the Countess
and she turned on him. “Always
your kind call it a game!” She glared at
him. “Saruman was right about you;
you can sacrifice anyone because we’re only pieces to be moved in your
game!”
Pippin closed his eyes, wishing to be
anywhere else; this was no time for them to argue.
But Gandalf only turned to her, studied
her for a moment and said “Lady, it will be day soon. You should rest. Soon we will need all your strength.”
She looked at him through narrowed eyes,
but nodded and went to the bed, cleared off Pippin’s new outfit and was
soon asleep.
Gandalf watched and waited until he was sure
she slept and then put his finger to his lips and, after picking up
Pippin’s cloak, led him out of the room.

It
was light out when the Countess woke with a start; dawn had broken; she had not
slept long, unusual for her, she thought.
She got up out of the bed and looked around the room, then walked out to
the balcony. Gandalf and Pippin were
gone. She turned to look over to
Osgiliath and saw that the fighting had begun there.
She waited for a while to see if Gandalf
and Pippin would return but they did not; her restlessness would not let her
stay in the room long. As it was
daylight, she put on her hooded cloak and went out into the City to find
them. She found only Gandalf standing on
the corner of the street and went to him.
“Where’s Pippin?” she asked him with a frown. Gandalf only looked up and she followed his
gaze up the tower to the tiny figure, almost at the top now.
She glared at him as anger welled up in
her, though she remembered to keep her voice lowered. “How could you ask him to do
that?” She clenched her
fists. “I could have done
that! You could have done that from down
here! Why him? You won’t be content until
they’re all dead?”
“I do what I must,” said
Gandalf evenly.
They watched, trying not to draw too much attention
to themselves, Gandalf innocently smiling at the people passing by in the
street; the Countess pacing back and forth, trying not to stare up at the tiny
figure of Pippin high on the beacon’s tower.

Pippin had made it to the top successfully
and he had set the beacon at the top of the tower alight. Gandalf left the Countess to go to a low wall
and look over the mountains.
She watched him go but didn’t follow
him; she did nothing but watch anxiously as Pippin’s tiny figure came
down the tower. She heard someone behind
her shout “The Beacon! The Beacon
of Amon Din is lit!”
Other people took up the cry and those in
the street pointed up at the flames. The
great beacon fire was burning and, in the distance, she could see another fire
had come alight on the mountain.

Legolas and Gimli were already on Arod,
watching the soldiers of Rohan get ready, waiting for King Theoden’s
signal to leave Edoras for Minas Tirith.
They had all taken turns watching the
beacon high on the mountain, even Eowyn taking a turn, watching with Merry.
Legolas had felt no surprise that the beacon they had been observing had come
alight on Aragorn’s watch.
Legolas did some calculating. One night and the next day for the signal
light to get to Edoras from Minas Tirith.
King Theoden would have his armies muster at Dunharrow; it would take
them two days to get there. Pushing as
hard as they could, the third day after that, they could be in Minas Tirith.
“Horsemen. Huh!” said Gimli, trying to take
Legolas’ mind off his concern for his Lady. “I wish I could muster a legion of
dwarves, fully armed and filthy.”
“Your kinsmen may have no need to
ride to war,” Legolas told him.
“I fear war already marches on their own lands.”
And he prayed as hard as he could. “Please dear Valar, Orenin is still
there.”
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