I felt it, said Legolas, cradling Eowyn
against his chest, the pain, when you thought I had betrayed
you; the hopelessness. I felt it.
I am so sorry, Lassui. I do not know how I could ever have
Shhhhh. He hugged her closer, enjoying the
feel of her soft, bare skin against his own. You did not
know what had happened, melmenya; how could you?
But I do know you. And he is nothing like you. He is
Not nearly so handsome.
Lassui! Eowyn pushed herself up, and grinned down
at him. When Lord Fingolfin told me that he was not
my Legolas, I was the happiest woman in Middle-earth. In either
I know. I felt that too. He reached up and
gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
What are we going to do now? she asked. Are
we going to risk trying to get back?
Do you want to stay here?
Of course not. But...
Suppose one of us were to get safely back, and the other
were to drown?
Legolas remained silent for a few moments, staring up at her.
Then he said, firmly, We will not let that happen, melmenya.
There. Eowyn laid down her pen and sprinkled sand
over the wet ink. I have not gone into many details, Master
Elf, she said, shaking the parchment, for I trust
that you will impress upon Prince Legolas the desperate nature
of our situation.
Of course, your Highness.
She rolled the letter and sealed it carefully, stamping the wax
with a heavy gold signet ring. I have heard much of the
fortitude of elves, and of the spirit of their horses, she
said, but even an elven horse must tire on such a journey.
I will lend you my own Brightstarhe is descended from the
Aranwë placed his hand over his heart and bowed his head.
I shall take great care of him, my lady.
The woman rose from her desk and handed him the parchment. Do
not fail us, Master Elf.
With Eowyn and Hentmirë on his arms, and closely followed
by Gimli and Berryn, Legolas descended the main staircase, crossed
the clearing, and ascended the broad wooden steps of the Banqueting
The sky was already darkening, and the intricately carved dome
of the Hall was filled with the soft light of candles. The arrival
of a second Lord of Eryn Carantaur, accompanied by his
strange assortment of friends, brought a chorus of gasps from
the assembled companyand elves who were unused to making
a public display of curiosity shifted in their seats to get a
Legolas double, sitting at the head of the ring-shaped
table between his betrothed and her father, rose and welcomed
his guests. Suilad, gwador nín, he said
to Legolas. Baren bar lin.
Legolas returned his formal greeting, then added, in Westron,
My friends and I thank you for your gracious hospitality.
His double gestured to a row of empty seats beside Alatáriël.
Telo, medo a sogo uin mereth...
Captains Alfgar and Drago, as you requested, my lady,
said Berengar, holding up the tent flap to allow the soldiers
Come in, gentlemen, said Eowyn, rising stiffly from
one of the folding chairs. Berengar has no doubt given you
the newstwo thousand of the dark warriors advancing swiftly
along the Caras Arnen road.
Two thousand! muttered Alfgar.
That is the elfs estimate. And they are less than
two hours away.
She beckoned them over to the map table. I believe that
this gorge is safefor some reason, they do not seem able
to penetrate the wall behind us. So it is the people outside who
are at riskthe women, children and elderly. We must bring
It will be awful tight, said Drago.
I know, said Eowyn. But if we are to have any
chance of protecting them, we have no choice. She turned
to Alfgar. Your men must build a barricade, from
here,she pointed to a steep spur of rock extending
out into the plain, some two hundred yards east of the gorgeto
here,she indicated a deep natural gulley running diagonally
from the forest edge to a second, smaller gorge a quarter mile
to the west.
A redoubt, said Alfgar.
Eowyn nodded. The gulley is all but concealed by brushwood
at its southern end so, if we add some obstacles
We may well take a first wave unawares.
I have heard that these demons can rise up into the air,
my lady, said Drago, doubtfully, and float over such
So have I, said Eowyn, but I have yet to see
proof of it, Captain. And even if it is true, I doubt that
they can float beyond the range of our archers. She turned
back to Alfgar. You have less than two hours to construct
the walltake the carts, demolish the sheds, pile up the
earthuse anything you can find. If the dark people attack
before Captain Drago has brought the women and children safely
inside, it will be up to you to hold the enemy back. Once everyone
is secure, Captain Dragos men will join yours at the barricade,
and along the gulley. In the meantime, my own Guards will be building
a second barrier across the entrance to the gorge
Ready for us to fall back, if necessary, agreed Alfgar.
Who will be leading in the field, my lady?
I shall, said Eowyn. I shall be directing the
battle from the plain.
Alfgar glanced at Drago.
The other man shook his head. You will not be safe there,
None of us will be safe, Captain Drago, said Eowyn,
once they attack. None of us.
Hentmirë turned to her neighbour and smiled warmly. Maer
aduial, híril nín. Hentmirë i eneth nínthough
I do not speak very much Elvish as yet.
Who are you? asked Alatáriël, coolly.
Another of his women?
Hentmirë cleared her throat. I am one of Legolas
friends, yes. I live in Eryn Carantaurhis Eryn Carantaur.
He calls me his adopted aunt.
Alatáriël looked at Legolas, deep in conversation
with Lord Fingolfin. How strange, she said.
Eowyn stood at the mouth of the gorge, surveying the preparations.
Captain Alfgar, the most capable of Faramirsof herofficers,
had rounded up the able-bodied refugees and set them to work.
The men and women, many of them skilled artisans, were scavenging
timber from the camp, and wood from the forest, and were constructing
a rough, irregular wall of overturned carts, planking, and fallen
branches, interweaving it with brushwood, and shoring it up with
earth and rocks; the warriors were rapidly digging a trench along
the inside of the barricade; and even the children were fetching,
carrying, and running errands.
We will need light, Captain, said Eowyn. She looked
up at the sky. The night is darkwhich is in their
favour. We must set a line of braziers beyond the barricade...
Lord Fingolfin glanced across the Banqueting Hall.
The young Lord of Eryn Carantaur appeared to be arguingheatedlywith
his future father-in-law, whilst the elves around them tried tactfully
to ignore the altercation. When do you intend to leave us,
my lord? Fingolfin asked Legolas.
Legolas followed his gaze. As soon as possible, he
Fingolfin nodded. Then might I invite youand Princess
Eowynto join me in my chambers later tonight? I have a fine
old red of Dorwinion I think you will enjoy...
Aranwë the messenger brought Brightstar to a sudden halt.
He had been making good progress along the sheep-herders
trail, keeping far to the west of the Caras Arnen road, hoping
to bypass the dark army unseen, andhaving come perhaps twenty
miles, through dense forest, without incidenthe had just
begun to think that he was safe, when something up ahead alerted
his elven senses.
The forest was dark. Aranwë carefully scanned the trees,
tracing the dim outlines of trunk and bough, looking for any sign
of warriors waiting in ambush. Brightstar, whether sensing danger,
or merely responding to his riders alarm, suddenly whinnied.
Shhhhh. The elf patted the horses neck
and, after calming him with a few gentle words of Elvish, he drew
his bow from its strap and nocked an arrow. Then he urged the
horse forwards. Tolo, Brightstar...
The horse, though nervous, walked bravely down the trail.
Aranwë heard a faint click.
He spun in the saddle, loosing his arrow at a dark shape that
had suddenly appeared in the branches of the nearest tree; the
shadow let out a muffled cry, and fell to the ground with a soft
Aranwës hand flew back to his quiver Noro!
he cried, digging his heels in the horses flanks. Noro,
The horse broke into a gallop and Aranwë turned, loosing
again and bringing another shadow crashing down from the trees,
just as something sharp stung his bow hand.
He dropped his gaze. A tiny crossbow quarrel had embedded itself
in his flesh!
And, as he went to remove it, the elf could already feel a numbness,
like liquid lead, flowing up his arm and into his body. His bow
fell from his paralysed fingers, and he slumped forward in the
saddle, using up the last ounces of his strength in a desperate
attempt to lock his good arm around the horses neck.
Noro, Brightstar, he mumbled, find the
elves... Find... Eryn Carantaur...
Why do they not attack? asked Berengar.
The two hours had come and gone. Drago had brought hundreds of
refugees into the comparative safety of the gorge; Alfgar had
completed the barricadeas best he couldto a height
of six feet in some places and backed with a deep trench; the
warriors of North Ithilien were armed and ready.
They hope to break our nerve, said Eowyn.
Berengar, staring in the direction of the Caras Arnen road, craned
his neck forward in a futile attempt to see through the dark.
They are succeeding.
The woman turned to the young manonce her rival for her
husbands love, now the closest thing she had to a friendand
placed her hand on his arm. You should not be here,
Berengar, she said. Go up to the campI know
you want to avenge himwe both want to avenge himbut
your place is up there. No one can juggle men and stores and set
up chains of supply like you can. I need you up there, in the
Healing Tents and the Mess Tent, finding help for the wounded
and food and shelter for the refugees. She smiled. It
is where he would have stationed you.
She saw the mans handsome face distort with terrible grief,
saw the pain threaten to overwhelm him, then watched in admiration
as, with an heroic effort, he regained control of his emotions.
I shall do as you command, my Lady, he said.
Eowyn squeezed his arm. Good luck, Berengar. May we both
live to see the dawn.
Lord Fingolfin's chambers
Legolas leaned back in his chair. The wine is, as you say,
my Lord, excellent, but I do not believe it is the real reason
you asked us here.
No... Fingolfin looked slowly from Legolas to
Eowyn, and back again, then said, I do not want either of
you to think that I am being disloyal to Lord Legolas.
I believe in his leadership; I believe in his vision for this
colony He suddenly looked down at his hands, which
he had been unconsciously wringing, and clasped them tightly together.
My lord? prompted Legolas, gently.
Recently, said Fingolfin, still staring at his hands,
he has seemed... He searched for the right word.
He has seemed to lack confidence. And some of his decisions
Are you saying, asked Legolas, that he is being
influenced by his future father
No! Fingolfin shook his head. No, my
lord. Quite the opposite! I would say that he is deliberately
avoiding that by vetoing any policy that might favour Angarátos
business interestssometimes to the detriment of the rest
of the colony. I am not saying that he has lost his integrityfar
from it. I am saying that, sometimes, it seems that he can no
longer think clearly.
Legolas set down his wine glass. Why are you saying this
to us, my lord?
Because I had been thinking for some time, said Fingolfin,
that Lord Legolas feelings for Alatáriël
were not natural.
In what way?
The older elf cleared his throat, delicately. Granted,
she is a very beautiful elleth, and he has always had a reputation
forer,he cleared his throat againexcess
Legolas gaspedhis face betraying a mixture of surprise
He is still young, explained Fingolfin, quickly.
But their relationship, which has always been quite public
Eowyn blushed deeply, and reached for Legolas hand.
appears to have no foundationbesides physical
desireother than a slight affection on his part and a hunger
for status on hers. When Princess Eowyn told me how the Harvest
potions had been tampered with on your world, I realised that
the same might have happened here. And if Alatáriëlor,
rather, her fatheris still plying Lord Legolas with potions,
then that might explain his strange attachment to the elleth,
and his generally blunted faculties.
Legolas turned to Eowyn. You have spent time with him,
melmenya. Do you think he is being drugged?
Eowyn bit her lip. What Legolas double had admitted to
her, beside The Aelvorn, had not strictly been told in confidence,
and to disclose it now was almost certainly in his own interest,
but, still, it felt like a betrayal.
You have my word, said Fingolfin, sensing her discomfort,
that nothing you say to me will be repeated outside these
walls, my Lady.
I cannot say whether he is acting strangely, said
Eowyn, but he did tell me that he has been dreaming
of my double. He says he hardly knows her, and yet he has been
dreaming about choosing her at the Harvest Rite and making her
Dear Valar, whispered Fingolfin. He turned to Legolas.
Can I ask you, my lord, to stay here a day or two longer?
To what purpose, my lord?
To spend some time with him. I am sure that if he were
to discuss these matters with you
I seem to annoy him, said Legolas. In
fact, we annoy each other.
Perhaps if you were both to spend time with him...
Will you allow us to sleep on itas men sayLord
Fingolfin? said Eowyn. We will give you our answer
in the morning.
Eowyn climbed onto the escarpment, and peered through a gap in
the wooden barricade. Where? she asked.
About three hundred yards, my Lady, to the right of the
beech copse, said Alfgar, softly.
So close... She scrambled back into the
trench. Light the braziers, she said, decisively.
Make ready to light the braziers! cried Alfgar.
Twenty hand-picked men nocked prepared arrows; twenty comrades
applied a light to twenty arrowheads. Alfgar raised his hand,
then, LIGHT THE BRAZIERS! he cried, bringing it down
in a swift, chopping motion.
The twenty archers loosed, and all found their targets. There
was a long moment. Then twenty piles of pig fat-sodden kindling
caught and flared.
Cries of pain went up all over the plain, from hundreds of dark
shadows, stumbling about in the sudden light, some shielding their
eyes, others raising their heads and staring bravely into the
Gods, cried Eowyn. Loose! Loose! Stop them!
Stop them now!
LOOSE! roared Captain Alfgar, and the cry
was relayed along the barrier as archers began their desperate
work, whilst support crews ran back and forth along the trench,
bringing arrows and bowstrings and replacing broken bows.
It is not our responsibility, melmenya, said Legolas,
quietly, as they made their way back to their lodgings.
Why do you say that?
You think it is?
Eowyn paused beside a small garden flet and, leaning against
the walkway rail, gazed out across the aerial city. It was not
her real home, but its beauty still brought a lump to her throat.
We have no idea, she said, how the two worlds
co-existfor all we know, events in one may influence events
in the other.
If that were true, melmenya, said Legolas,
dryly, our relationship should already have brought
him to his senses.
Eowyn turned her back to the handrail and smiled up at him. Perhaps
it has, Lassui. Perhaps that is what he is seeing in his dreams.
Legolas shook his head. You never let me win an
Eowyn grinned. I love you. Especially when you admit defeat.
Come on, then
Where are you going? She grasped his arm.
We are over there. She pointed to the guest house.
Legolas cursed under his breath. We will ask the others
if they are willing to stay a few days more, melmenyaif
they are not, we will return home immediately.
Look, gasped Eowyn, it is true!
The advancing warriors were shrouding themselves, disappearing
within strange globes of darkness and, here and there, some were
rising several feet into the air and floating towards the
barricade. Eowyn narrowed her eyes, trying to make sense of what
she was seeing. Aim for the centre of each cloud,
she shouted. Do not let the flyers cross the wall!
We cannot see the centres, my lady, said Alfgar,
as more and more of the dark army disappeared. The clouds
Some of his archers had stopped shooting, and stood in confusion,
wildly aiming and re-aiming as their targets disappeared before
Shoot the darkness itself! shouted Eowyn, at the
top of her voice. Shoot into the darknessdo
not stop! You must hold the darkness back.
Alfgar relayed her orders. Then, We risk wasting arrows,
my lady, he added, quietly.
Eowyn shook her head. No! They have no long-range weapons,
Captain, just small crossbows, and swords. If we can hold them
back, we retain the advantagesee how the darkness begins
to thin? They are dying Captainwounded or dying. The darkness
is some act of will... She leaned over the barrier. The
more we can kill before they get in close, the better our chances.
It is worth risking the arrows
Alfgar pulled her down into the comparative safety of the trench.
Leave it to me, my ladyKEEP IT UP, he roared,
keep shootinghold them back!
A frantic war cry went up behind themfrom the gulley, their
western defence. Eowyn scrambled from the trench and ran across
the tongue of land between the lines, her hand on her sword.
A horde of dark warriors, some mounted on huge lizards, had swept
out of the forest and were attempting to cross the natural ditch.
With no parapet to protect them, the ordinary men, women and children
of Emyn Arnen were risking their lives, pounding the enemy with
rocks, felling them with heavy logs, and drenching them with boiling
Eowyn drew her sword and prepared for hand-to-hand combat.
Three enormous lizards, running on huge, clawed feet, plunged
into the ditch and emerged unscathed, their dark riderswielding
long, curved swordsslashing the defenders to right and left.
Eowyn stood her ground.
The foremost creature lurched towards her, snapping its wide,
Eowyn waited, sword raised.
The rider veered left, pulling back on his reins, aiming to bring
his sword arm within range of her. But the manoeuvre raised his
mounts head, and exposed the soft, loose skin of its throat.
Eowyn ducked past the creatures cruel jaws and slashed upwards
in a long, overhand stroke, slitting its gulletthen threw
herself to her knees to avoid the sudden gush of gore, and rolled
clear of the falling carcase.
The dark rider, his leg crushed beneath his mount, struggled
to release himself from his elaborate saddle.
Eowyn froze, momentarily taken aback by his beautyby the
delicate, almost feminine features, the pointed ears, and the
thick white hair. Then the thing raised his head and stared at
her, defiantly, with his fiery red eyes, and she remembered Faramirs
mangled body, and calmly finished him off.
Now the chaos was all around her, but her warriors were not overmatched
and she knew that, if she could regroup the men, form them into
a wedge, they might still drive the dark demons back into the
Eowyn raised her sword aloft. Fall back to the centre,
she shouted, and Captain Alfgar, running to her side, took up
the cry. The humans started to manoeuvre themselves into position
And, suddenly, everything changed.
An order seemed to pass along the dark ranks, and the demons
began to withdraw, retreating down the gulley and melting away
into the treesthe humans had no trouble finishing off the
few caught at the centre of the battlefield. The fight had mysteriously
gone out of them.
Eowyn looked up at the sky.
Dawn! she thought.
That is exactly how he behaved, said Gimli
to Hentmirë, when I first met him. As stiff-necked
an elf as ever there was
Good morning, elvellon, gwendithen, said Legolas,
walking briskly into sitting room. Ah, I see our host has
provided us with an excellent breakfast!
This sounds ominous, said Gimli, quietly.
Come, gwendithen, said Legolas, drawing out a chair
for Hentmirë. I have something to ask youall
of yougood morning, Berryn, come and join us. He seated
Eowyn, then took his place between the two women.
Gimli offered Hentmirë some porridge; she shook her head.
Lord Fingolfin, said Legolas, has asked us
to stay for a few days.
Why? asked Gimli, ladling a good measure of porridge
onto his own plate.
He has asked me to spend some time with my double,
To talk some sense into him, I hope, said
Hentmirë, buttering a slice of bread.
What makes you say that, gwendithen?
He is civil enough, said Hentmirë, adding
some strawberry jam, if a little proud. But his lady is
quite rude. He could do so much better.
To talk some sense into him, then, admitted Legolas,
with a smile. But I have my doubts about the idea,he
smiled at Eowynand we shall not stay if anyone objects.
What do you say, Gimli?
From what I saw last night, replied the dwarf, every
elf in this colony would profit from a few days fighting
orcs in the Mines of Moria. He thought for a moment. I
say stay. If nothing else, it will give Hentmirë and Berryn
a chance to get a good rest before they have to go back into that
Berryn laughed. Thank you Gimli! I have no objections
to staying, my Lord. It is fascinating to see the differences
between the two worlds. As for the inhabitants slight frostinesswell,
that is nothing I have not experienced before.
The little woman laid her piece of bread on her plate, and wiped
her fingers on her napkin. If you can persuade them to give
me my own clothes back,she held out her arms to indicate
the borrowed elven gown that made her look like a short, stout
ArwenI shall be quite happy to stay for a few more
days, she said. Perhaps I could have a quiet word
with your double.
Legolas gave her a hug. Then I shall tell Lord Fingolfin
that we will stay for another two days, and then we will go home.
You need some sleep, my lady, said Berengar, following
Eowyn into her tent.
The woman waved his supportive hand away. How many casualties?
Berengar sighed. I estimate eighty dead, some of them women
and elderly men, he said. We are recovering as many
bodies as we can. As for their dead, I have not yet decided
what to do with them, nor with your lizardperhaps we can
eat it... We have over a hundred injured and, of those,
the healers say at least ten will not live
They will return Berengar, said Eowyn. They
will returnperhaps tonight. We must shore up the
barricade, fortify the gulleyit was the weakest point in
our defencesand we need arrows
Berengar caught her by the hands. If you do not take four
hours sleep now I shall drug you myself! He led her
into her bedroom and started to unlace her cuirass.
If you are going to behave like a warrior, expect to be
treated like one. He removed the leather breastplate, and
lifted her mail hauberk over her head. Sit down. He
unlaced her boots and pulled them off. Nowlie down,
he said, lifting her feet and dumping them unceremoniously onto
the bed, and sleep! I will organise the repairs. And...
He sat down beside her and took her hand. You said earlier
that you were using me as Faramir would have used me. Well, Faroth
would have trusted me to give him advice. And that is why I am
advising you to send for your brother immediately.
When there was no protest, he glanced down at her face.
She was fast asleep.
Very well, he said. I shall send for your brother.
Legolas answered the door.
I am on my way to inspect the guard post this side of Eryn
Brethil, said his double. Perhaps you would like to
Legolas could not keep the surprise from his face.
I know that Lord Fingolfin has invited you to stay a while,
the other elf explained. He thinks that we will each benefit
from hearing the opinions of the other...
Ah. I see. Legolas nodded. In that case, yes.
Let me take my leave of Eowyn, and fetch my bow.
Berengar scanned the Mess Tent. Captain Alfgar, may I join
The captain was a good man, Berengar knew, but he thought the
world of Eowyn, and had never hidden his hostility to the secretary
who had supplanted her in her husbands affections.
Berengar laid a sealed letter on the table. Lady Eowyn
has already written to Lord Legolas, asking for his aid
And that is all well and good, continued the secretary,
but he is an elf and, since the Ring war, the elves have
shown little interest in the affairs of men.
I have written to her brother
Wild Eomer King.
The same. And I need a strong swimmer, said Berengar,
to deliver the letter.
The captains surly expression suddenly changed. A
Capable of swimming at least ten miles along the Anduin,
against the current, said Berengar. At Parth Forod
there is a farm that FarothPrince Faramirused to visit
regularly, when hunting orcs along the northern border. The farmer
there will supply our messenger with a horse.
That is a clever plan, said Alfgar, nodding. Does
Lady Eowyn know of it?
No, Berengar admitted, for he anticipated no further
resistance from Alfgar. Do you know of a swimmer,
The Eryn Brethil road
Have you found it to be true, what they say about the passion
Legolas, who had been enjoying the slow, silent ride through
the carantaur forest, turned to his double in surprise.
His double shrugged. You cannot blame me for being curious...
I fell in love with Eowyn the moment I saw her,
said Legolas, pointedly, as she ran into the Golden Hall,
intent on protecting her uncle. Why did that not happen to you?
The other elf ducked gracefully beneath a low branch. How
do you know that it did not?
I was certainly aware of her charms...
That is not what I mean, and you know it.
What you mean, said his double, is that if
your precious union with an adaneth really is approved
by the Valar, why did it not happen here, too?
Yes. You are not as confident in your choice as
It is not I who is dreaming of Alatáriël!
His double drew in his reins and brought Arod to a halt. What
do you mean by that?
You are dreaming of Eowyn. Or of her double. You
His double suddenly gestured for silence. Two riders,
he whispered, pulling his bow from its strap and nocking an arrow;
a split-second later, his double did the same.
They sat, side-by-side, astride their horses, staring intently
through the red-dappled gloom, their arrows trained, unmoving,
on a bend in the forest trail, thirty yards ahead.
Moments later, his own bow at the ready, a very familiar figure
emerged from the trees, leading a magnificent black stallion bearing
an unconscious elf on its back.
Valandil! cried Legolas. And Brightstar...
He lowered his bow and dropped lightly to the ground. What
We do not know, my lord, said Valandil, looking uncomfortably
from one Legolas to the other. We caught the horse galloping
south along the old sheep-herders trail. Aranwë was
already unconscious. He looked down at Legolas, clearly
awaiting an explanation. My lord?
This is a distant kinsman of mine, said Legolas
double, dismounting. He is paying me a brief visit. But
I was not expecting Aranwë until tomorrow, at the earliest,
and he should have brought men... He came up beside Legolas,
who was gently examining the messenger for any signs of injury.
I sent him to Prince Faramir, with a letter demanding he
send an armed escort to fetch his wife.
Why is he riding Brightstar? asked Legolas. Eowyn
loves this horse...
He is carrying a message, my lords, said Valandil.
I thought it might be urgent.
Legolas carefully opened the leather satchel, removed a rolled
parchment, and handed it to his double, who broke the seal and
quickly scanned its contents.
There is a tiny wound on his hand, said Legolas,
almost like the insect bites I have seen on men
What is it?
Prince Faramir is dead.
In battle. He read from the letter:
We do not know where these demons have come from, only
that, until now, they have shunned the daylight and attacked at
night. Your messenger, however, has reported seeing an army of
two thousand, in the vicinity of the Divor Rocks, running north
along the Caras Arnen road. I shall leave it to him to provide
further details He raised his eyes. When
will he wake?
I do not know, said Legolas. But his pulse
is strong, and its speed is no different from mine...
His double continued reading:
I have sent repeatedly to King Elessar for assistance
but none of my messengers has reached him. The dark army clearly
intends to strike immediately, perhaps with their allies from
Caras Arnen, in a two-headed attack. If we endure this night I
doubt that we can survive a another... I beseech you, Lord Legolas,
to keep the promise you once made, and join me in this desperate
Your former comrade in arms,
Eowyn! Legolas grabbed the letter and stared at the
signature. It was identical to the one he knew as well as his
own. It will take uswhat?two days to raise an
army and to march it north to Emyn Arnen. How many warriors can
you call upon?Eomer! Why has she not sent to Eomer
for help? Why? He turned to his silent double, suddenly
aware that the other elf was not responding to his questions.
You do not intend to answer her call...