Pelennor
Sort of an epic poem written on the battle before Minas Tirith in J. R. R. Tolkien's The Return of the King. Doesn't rhyme. So sue me.
Title: Pelennor
Author: janna_hawkins
Beta: danaems
Summary: Voices rise in defiance of the lidless Eye. The last ride of the Rohirrim begins.
Characters: Rohirrim, Nazgul, Eowyn, Merry, Theoden
Disclaimer: I own nothing related to Lord of the Rings except my hobbit action figures and books.
The smell of smoke lies heavily on the air.
Already so many have been lost and the day has yet to begin.
Horns sound and call Men and Orcs alike from their fights.
Across the fields of Pelennor from the White City a sound arises.
The sound of six thousand riders answering the call of Gondor.
The sky is lightening, the brightness glinting off swords and eyes alike.
A cruel howling arises from the black army below and the horses shy away.
Piercing shrieks from the creatures above chill the blood.
Many will die today to protect those they love.
Many families will lose fathers and sons to the dark hordes in the plain.
As the sun begins its climb over the horizon, a call goes out to the mounted soldiers.
Swords are drawn and courage summoned.
Voices rise in defiance of the lidless Eye.
The last ride of the Rohirrim begins.
Hoof beats sound and shake the ground.
Nazgûl scream and horses answer.
Arrows fly and riders stumble.
Swords and spears flash and Orcs fall.
Riders and horses alike scream against the besieging forces.
Black hordes flee for the river with fear.
Trumpeting sounds from the same direction announce giant creatures stomping onto the plain.
Orders are given and horsemen turn to face them.
Riders are crushed, but the creatures still fall.
A shriek pierces the air and the Nazgûl descends.
A king is swept aside by the horrendous beast.
A Rider stands between and defeats the creature.
The Wraith stands to fight and seems to triumph.
Then the most unlikely two stand against and defeat him.
A king passes to his fathers and a woman weeps.
Across the plain from the river streams a cloud.
Orc and Mumak alike perish as it engulfs them.
The Dead have arrived to claim their freedom.
The Battle of Pelennor is over.
The greatest battle is yet to come.