Post by alatariel on Jul 25, 2005 13:03:21 GMT -5
Gandalf leaned forward on his steed, Shadowfax, as the great horse gallopped madly accross the Plains of Rohan, heading for Helm's Deep. Following him as swiftly as their horses would allow, 2000 soldiers of the Rohirrim raised a blood-chilling battlecry. Gandalf knew that they were almost there, for he could see the peak of the stone fortress in the distance. He only hoped that he had brought enough help, and in time enough to turn the battle that had looked like a hopeless defeat into a victory.
Gandalf thought of his choice to leave the Men of Gondor under the leadership of Aragorn. True, the Man was an excellent soldier and a skilled commander, but he lacked hope and faith in himself. Those two qualities were often the deciding factors in strategic battles, and Gandalf had been taking a risk by 'abandoning' Aragorn, though he knew his task was necessary.
Gandalf slowed Shawdowfax a little, hoping to ride near enough to Eomer, the comander of the Men he rode with, to talk...
Gandalf thought of his choice to leave the Men of Gondor under the leadership of Aragorn. True, the Man was an excellent soldier and a skilled commander, but he lacked hope and faith in himself. Those two qualities were often the deciding factors in strategic battles, and Gandalf had been taking a risk by 'abandoning' Aragorn, though he knew his task was necessary.
Gandalf slowed Shawdowfax a little, hoping to ride near enough to Eomer, the comander of the Men he rode with, to talk...