Shadow Tavern

[Ademar]

"Take Erendil. The both of you ride to the White City, I shall meet you there, without further questions..GO!" Nestaron's eyes went wide as she spoke at them this way. He would not so easily Abandon her. He was loyal to his companion, but he did not want to anger her. He grabbed the reigns and Tamuril mount the horse and then he got on behind her. Without so much as a word He spurred the horse on away form the orc that where on their way, and towards the White City. But it didn't take long for Nestaron's true plan to unfold. He handed the reigns to Tamuril. "Ride hard to the white city, prepare them for arrival of me and Arien, you must do this, I will stay behind and help her dispatch of the Uruk-Hai"

With that Nestaron held his hand up, grabbing onto a tree's branch and letting himself be pulled from the back of the horse. By now he could hear the truly valiant Arien closing in on the Uruks that were many in numbers. The quick and agile elf took to the tops of the trees, jumping from limb to limb, running across the massive branches, and trying to catch up to the ranger of the north. He was loyal to Aragorn, he had been since he met him all those years ago. And as such, he knew who arien truly was, and he respected her, not only as a companion, but the true princess of Gondor. He would not let her fight on her own, he would make sure she made it to Minis Tirith alive and unharmed.

Nestaron finally found her, but the Uruk-Hai were already at swords length away from her. The battle raged on now between the ranger and the horde of orcs. They were skilled and many more in number than Arien, and she could win this battle on her own, he did not doubt that, but not without being injured out beaten down first. An Uruk approached Arien as her blade was stuck int he corpse of another she had just slain. It looked as tho he would get a good gash on her if not kill her before she could react. But her eyes widened as an arroed found itself lodged into the skull of the Uruk before her. Dropping dead bleeding at her feet she looked up into the tree behind her and there, was perched Nestaron, his bow in hand and another arrow already knocked to it perfectly, ready to aid her in battle.

Arien did not have time to react to his presence tho as she loosed her blade from the body of the Orc, they began fighting off them battalion of enemies together. Skillfully, both of them putting down orc after orc until something caught Nestaron's eyes. "Trolls!"

[ringwraith]

Tamuril did not want to leave Arien either, and she had loyalty in her heart for her new friend, but knew that she would have to go on without them and wait for their arrival, and they would need it by the sounds of the orcs and now a new sound came to her ears - heavy troll footfalls could be heard crashing through the undergrowth. Tamuril brought Erendil to a halt, completely torn bewteen helping her companions and leaving them to be killed. At last she turned Erendil and galloped back towards them and jumped off bringing her bow up to her eye swiftly and taking aim at the troll towering over the pair. She let loose and the arrow pierced deeplt into the troll's eye and it staggered, clutching at its eye as blood spattered the ground below. She brought another arrow from her quiver and shot one after another at each of the trolls, blinding them, giving time for Arien and Nestaron to slice them down. She continued firing at the orcs now who could be taken down easily with an accurate shot to the head. Once she had taken down about 15 of them, she jumped back onto Erendil, saying "I ride to the White City now, good luck Nestaron, Saige." she nodded and kicked Erendil into a gallop and made her way to Gondor and the White City.

It was about a week's ride there, but she did not have time to waste and galloped through the night when she could and only rested when she felt ready to drop.
On the fourth day, as teh sun began to creep over the horizon, she managed to reach Gondor and sighted the White City in the dawn light in the distance, illuminating its bright walls like a beacon of hope. She smiled, and Erendil, sensing her relief, was spurred on so he ran almost as fast a Shadowfax himself. They rode hard and managed to reach the White City in the evening, just as teh stars were coming out. She pulled Erendil to a stop at the gates at last and patted his neck in gratitude, for he had riden hard and fast and sweat was beading down his face and neck as he panted, but was showing no other signs of exhaustion and Tamuril was proud of him. She looked up at teh gates and saw the guards looking down from their high posts looking down at her. "Who goes there?" one shouted. Tamuril answered "I am Tamuril of Rivendell. I have news of the King's daughter" the men up top looked flabbergasted, but a few looked unconvinced. However, hearing that she was an ally, they opened the great gates and Erendil walked though, his head held high. Once through, Tamuril kicked Erendil into a canter and they streaked through the city and wound their way up the many levels, people hurling out of their way. They finally reached the very top, where the White Tree stood, and where Tamuril dismounted. She patted him on the neck again and whispered "Lle ume quel" in his ear before walking up to the white doors and stopped before them. She knew that her news would be a great shock to the King and Queen. She pushed the doors open, and there sat Aragorn and Arwen on their thrones and Tamuril approached before kneeling. "My lord and lady. I have news... of your daughter" she said as she stood again.