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woodlandprince
3. Who needs your protection, even if they won't admit it?
It was a call that he could not ignore. The men of the west, fools or courageous warriors was questionable, but this day they stood at the gates of Mordor to challenge the rule of Sauron. Keen eagle eyes had watched the days of battle. Men fought but the eagles forever remained neutral. This day when the brown wizard came to speak of the betrayal Gwaihir was not as certain of the stance his kind took in the world. The world was ripe for the taking by the evil that so long had stayed beyond the black gate.
Gwaihir turned his eyes to the west. Across the miles he could see the stance of men before the gate. Fear and courage mingled in the absolute need to survive in freedom. Nothing was hidden from the eyes of the Lord of all Birds. Through smoke and fire he saw the small figures picking their way through dark rocks. A question lay in the Eagle's mind but he dared not voice it. The enemy had many ears still in this world. If things were as he precieved the enemy need not be made aware because of curiosity.
The others had joined him. Soft wing beats carrying heavy bodies to the ground as light as snow fall. They waited for their leader to speak but they too looked to the west. Gazes long at the sight before the black gate. Gwaihir would not be immune should the blackness spill from the distance. He too would be a slave in the end or they would die and be forgotten in the darkness. His head turned to stare directly back at those who had come. Nine in number as was the fellowship so many months before.
"Tell your brother the Eagles come to the aid of man." Gwaihir's voice rang in a harsh "Keeha" sound. It was the call of an eagle in distress. All their numbers would know battle was being waged. His eye followed the small moth that moved with swift speed. Radagast flew on wings. He was the father of birds and could be trusted to the end.
Gwaihir opened his wings. "Fly swift. The Nazgul come."
His eyes could see the black beasts mounting their winged monsters beyond the sight of the men who fought and died. He beat his wings with all the strength he had. Miles flew below as inches passed under a charging horse. The Eagles used clouds to mask their approach but they could see. They could hear the cries of the long dead kings who were taking to the air. Gwaihir dove from the clouds in a steep stoop. A Nazgul aimed for the white wizard. He did not see death came for him. At the last moment Gwaihir spread his wings and brought his talons forward. The impact jarred his body but eagles were designed to dive. The slippery serpent-like beasts could not absorb the impact. Bones splintered in the force shoving the wounded beast from the target. Around him he heard toe others enter the fray. Battle cries, sharp and piercing did not drowned the cheer from below.
Gwaihir pushed his wings to turn his body and chase the beast. He cried out and stunned the already faltering mount. Another impact and it fell from the sky.
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woodlandprince3. Who needs your protection, even if they won't admit it?
It was a call that he could not ignore. The men of the west, fools or courageous warriors was questionable, but this day they stood at the gates of Mordor to challenge the rule of Sauron. Keen eagle eyes had watched the days of battle. Men fought but the eagles forever remained neutral. This day when the brown wizard came to speak of the betrayal Gwaihir was not as certain of the stance his kind took in the world. The world was ripe for the taking by the evil that so long had stayed beyond the black gate.
Gwaihir turned his eyes to the west. Across the miles he could see the stance of men before the gate. Fear and courage mingled in the absolute need to survive in freedom. Nothing was hidden from the eyes of the Lord of all Birds. Through smoke and fire he saw the small figures picking their way through dark rocks. A question lay in the Eagle's mind but he dared not voice it. The enemy had many ears still in this world. If things were as he precieved the enemy need not be made aware because of curiosity.
The others had joined him. Soft wing beats carrying heavy bodies to the ground as light as snow fall. They waited for their leader to speak but they too looked to the west. Gazes long at the sight before the black gate. Gwaihir would not be immune should the blackness spill from the distance. He too would be a slave in the end or they would die and be forgotten in the darkness. His head turned to stare directly back at those who had come. Nine in number as was the fellowship so many months before.
"Tell your brother the Eagles come to the aid of man." Gwaihir's voice rang in a harsh "Keeha" sound. It was the call of an eagle in distress. All their numbers would know battle was being waged. His eye followed the small moth that moved with swift speed. Radagast flew on wings. He was the father of birds and could be trusted to the end.
Gwaihir opened his wings. "Fly swift. The Nazgul come."
His eyes could see the black beasts mounting their winged monsters beyond the sight of the men who fought and died. He beat his wings with all the strength he had. Miles flew below as inches passed under a charging horse. The Eagles used clouds to mask their approach but they could see. They could hear the cries of the long dead kings who were taking to the air. Gwaihir dove from the clouds in a steep stoop. A Nazgul aimed for the white wizard. He did not see death came for him. At the last moment Gwaihir spread his wings and brought his talons forward. The impact jarred his body but eagles were designed to dive. The slippery serpent-like beasts could not absorb the impact. Bones splintered in the force shoving the wounded beast from the target. Around him he heard toe others enter the fray. Battle cries, sharp and piercing did not drowned the cheer from below.
Gwaihir pushed his wings to turn his body and chase the beast. He cried out and stunned the already faltering mount. Another impact and it fell from the sky.
Words: 554
