A/N: My 'Magnum Opus' aka my 'greatest work'. I'm very proud of this fic,
so please, please Review. :)
Chapter 1
A Departure
It was cold, and the wind was blowing. The City of Edoras seemed deserted, except for a large group of riders, gathering outside the palace. Nearby, in a small house, a group of women were huddled together, talking anxiously in quiet voices. A girl of about 12 stood outside, staring up into the sky. Suddenly, she turned, and ran down the steps toward the riders.
'Éomer! Éomer!' she was calling. A man, who was mounting his horse, turned. She ran up.
'I want to go with you. There's nothing for me here now.'
He smiled. 'You are brave and strong, Indis. I do not doubt that you could stand the hardships that we will face. But you must stay. For you have no errand to the west.'
Éomer placed his hand on her shoulder, and gave her an encouraging look. Then he turned, and mounting his horse, rode off, the riders following. The girl was left alone. A single tear trickled down her cheek, but she angrily brushed it aside, and ran back into the house.
The next day, the girl was sitting at a loom, when there was a loud and anxious knock on the door. She got up and went to open it. When she did, she started with surprise. A guard from the palace stood there.
'May I help you?' She asked.
'I am looking for one called Indis,' he said.
'I am she.'
'I was told that you are skilled in the craft of healing.'
She paused. 'My- my father taught me some of his craft, yes. But I am not skilled, as he was.'
' You must come with me. The prince Théodred is dying, and there is no other healer to be found in the city.'
'But what of old Erugond, the palace healer?'
'Murdered.'
'Murdered? How-'
'There is no time now. Get what things you need. I will wait outside. Make Haste!'
Indis turned, and ran to the room that she shared with two other girls. In the corner stood a chest that had belonged to her father. She hastily opened it, and brought out a large leather pouch.
'What is it, Indis? There is a guard outside the house, and he is as silent as a stone!'
Another girl stood in the doorway.
'I don't have time.' Indis replied shortly.
'Time for what? Really, Indis. You look as if you've seen a ghost!'
Indis sighed. 'I love you Menelwen, but please, let me alone!'
She picked up the pouch, threw on her cloak, and ran out the door.
Mâb le i nagor,
Bâd gurth vi ngalad firiel.
Dorthach vi mar han?
Dagrathach go hain?
The war is upon you,
Death moves in the fading light.
Are you part of this world?
Will you join their fight?
(From TTT soundtrack, limited Edition)
Chapter 1
A Departure
It was cold, and the wind was blowing. The City of Edoras seemed deserted, except for a large group of riders, gathering outside the palace. Nearby, in a small house, a group of women were huddled together, talking anxiously in quiet voices. A girl of about 12 stood outside, staring up into the sky. Suddenly, she turned, and ran down the steps toward the riders.
'Éomer! Éomer!' she was calling. A man, who was mounting his horse, turned. She ran up.
'I want to go with you. There's nothing for me here now.'
He smiled. 'You are brave and strong, Indis. I do not doubt that you could stand the hardships that we will face. But you must stay. For you have no errand to the west.'
Éomer placed his hand on her shoulder, and gave her an encouraging look. Then he turned, and mounting his horse, rode off, the riders following. The girl was left alone. A single tear trickled down her cheek, but she angrily brushed it aside, and ran back into the house.
The next day, the girl was sitting at a loom, when there was a loud and anxious knock on the door. She got up and went to open it. When she did, she started with surprise. A guard from the palace stood there.
'May I help you?' She asked.
'I am looking for one called Indis,' he said.
'I am she.'
'I was told that you are skilled in the craft of healing.'
She paused. 'My- my father taught me some of his craft, yes. But I am not skilled, as he was.'
' You must come with me. The prince Théodred is dying, and there is no other healer to be found in the city.'
'But what of old Erugond, the palace healer?'
'Murdered.'
'Murdered? How-'
'There is no time now. Get what things you need. I will wait outside. Make Haste!'
Indis turned, and ran to the room that she shared with two other girls. In the corner stood a chest that had belonged to her father. She hastily opened it, and brought out a large leather pouch.
'What is it, Indis? There is a guard outside the house, and he is as silent as a stone!'
Another girl stood in the doorway.
'I don't have time.' Indis replied shortly.
'Time for what? Really, Indis. You look as if you've seen a ghost!'
Indis sighed. 'I love you Menelwen, but please, let me alone!'
She picked up the pouch, threw on her cloak, and ran out the door.
Mâb le i nagor,
Bâd gurth vi ngalad firiel.
Dorthach vi mar han?
Dagrathach go hain?
The war is upon you,
Death moves in the fading light.
Are you part of this world?
Will you join their fight?
(From TTT soundtrack, limited Edition)