Chapter Eight: The White CityThe army charged toward the Orcs pursuing Gandalf and Faramir. The elves and the Swan Knights ploughed into the beasts first. Tuor of Dol Amroth and Daetirion led them, while Captain Althamus and his rangers followed close behind, firing arrows into the evil host. The Dwarves and Gondorians lagged behind, but when they stuck, their vengeance was just as terrible. Woodpecker and Drax Gravis unsheathed their swords and hacked apart the Orcs and evil men. The enemy cowered in fear at the might of the Western lords, and soon the army was retreating. “They’re fleeing!” cried Gravis. “Yes, but more will come. Sauron’s army is much larger than this,” said Tuor. “Quickly, let us get inside and help the wounded!” shouted Althamus.
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As the last members of the army entered Minas Tirith, the generals sought out Gandalf. “Mithrandir!” shouted Woodpecker, “We must speak with you!” “I have little time now, and what I have is precious. But, I have greatly wanted to speak with the leaders of this large host,” Gandalf said. “We wish to pledge our aid to the White City in the coming storm,” Althamus said. “While we would warmly receive any support you could give, your strength is needed elsewhere. Orcs creep in all corners of this fair land. You must ride to the rescue of the beleaguered Gondorian people,” Gandalf stated. “I suggest you stay for a few days to gather your strength, then leave.” “Very well Mithrandir, we will be guided by you in this matter”. Daetirion said. |
