Denethor bared his teeth at the hordes in front of them in a fierce smile.
And what a smile that is! Orcs will cower in apprehension before those teeth!
Théoden clasped his hand. “And I am honored to face this day with you, my brother.” “My brother,” echoed Denethor, and there was wonder in his voice.
FEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELS. I have them.
At their head was a figure cloaked in gray, riding a white horse
Could it be? GANDAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALF!
“Today we strike a blow for freedom together! And as you have cast in your lot with mine, I swear that if I survive this day I shall cast in my lot with yours, and stay to help build roads and cities that would make any Westerner weep with envy!”
“And if I survive this day,” said Legolas, I pledge to help reclaim this barren waste and turn it to fertile ground once more. Trees shall flourish on the Plateau of Gorgoroth, and the free people of Nurn will plant gardens in the ruins of Barad-dûr!”
MOAR FEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELS! And also, EXTRA FEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELS BECAUSE GARDENS HAVE A PARTICULAR MEANING IN THIS FIC AND now I am reminded of Thorin and his mountain garden again and and I can't.
Estel’s face blazed with joy through the black blood stippling it. “Glad tidings indeed!” he breathed. Then new determination squared his jaw. “The Black Gate must be opened, and the people of Nurn saved!”
*squishes him * I am so glad for his sake.
A falcon arrowed down and landed on her outstretched forearm,
Aaaaaand inspiration strikes.
“Stupid orc boots,” muttered Bilbo, and bent to pull them off as well.
Poor Bilbo. Must have been hell, on top of all the other stuff.
And then all hope died as a huge dark shadow fell across them like a miasma of fear,
Oh my, I had completely forgotten about the existence of ringwraiths. Kudos to you, I was so wrapped up in your universe, the thought didn't even appear.
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*shivers *
Denethor bared his teeth at the hordes in front of them in a fierce smile.
And what a smile that is! Orcs will cower in apprehension before those teeth!
Théoden clasped his hand. “And I am honored to face this day with you, my brother.”
“My brother,” echoed Denethor, and there was wonder in his voice.
FEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELS. I have them.
At their head was a figure cloaked in gray, riding a white horse
Could it be? GANDAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAALF!
“Today we strike a blow for freedom together! And as you have cast in your lot with mine, I swear that if I survive this day I shall cast in my lot with yours, and stay to help build roads and cities that would make any Westerner weep with envy!”
“And if I survive this day,” said Legolas, I pledge to help reclaim this barren waste and turn it to fertile ground once more. Trees shall flourish on the Plateau of Gorgoroth, and the free people of Nurn will plant gardens in the ruins of Barad-dûr!”
MOAR FEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELS! And also, EXTRA FEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELS BECAUSE GARDENS HAVE A PARTICULAR MEANING IN THIS FIC AND now I am reminded of Thorin and his mountain garden again and and I can't.
Estel’s face blazed with joy through the black blood stippling it. “Glad tidings indeed!” he breathed. Then new determination squared his jaw. “The Black Gate must be opened, and the people of Nurn saved!”
*squishes him * I am so glad for his sake.
A falcon arrowed down and landed on her outstretched forearm,
Aaaaaand inspiration strikes.
“Stupid orc boots,” muttered Bilbo, and bent to pull them off as well.
Poor Bilbo. Must have been hell, on top of all the other stuff.
And then all hope died as a huge dark shadow fell across them like a miasma of fear,
Oh my, I had completely forgotten about the existence of ringwraiths. Kudos to you, I was so wrapped up in your universe, the thought didn't even appear.
EVIL EVIL cliffhanger.