Gondor Calls For Aid Novels & Stories

Just then, Gideon's phone rang. "What is it?" he answered. On the other end, Leopold's anxious voice cracked through, "Mr. Snow, the leader of the Yovarian Guild, Xandor, is back. He's bringing his men to attack us."

She hadn’t realized how much she needed that reassurance. --- Two nights later, a scout burst through the gates—bloodied, panting. “They’re coming,” he gasped. “Crimson Fang… two hundred strong… they’ll be at the borders by dawn!” Panic erupted, warriors assembling, orders flying. Aria ran to Elandra, heart pounding. “We don’t have the numbers to repel them!” Elandra’s face was grim. “Then we call for what help we can. Kael’s warriors—Darkveil—they’ll come if you summon them. If you claim his authority.”

Or listening. She stood, brushing snow off her cloak, and crossed to Theoden’s side. “Something’s coming,” he said without looking at her. “I know,” she murmured. Behind them, Luka and Darius were packing up their things. The camp would be moving again today. They hadn’t said it out loud, but they all felt the pressure. The window of peace was closing. “I called Cassiel last night,” Theoden said. “He said there’s one more piece.”

"Remember when you captured me and I kept bringing up moutains and canyons to block your path?" "Yes…" Junayd drawled. "This areas reminds me of that. Those were good times." Gandr was oblivious to the soldiers glare. "I remember that time a little differently," Junayd responded. The nymph gave a watery call of warning. "Wai says that we are about to come to a stop. She does not want to get too close and risk scaring people." Another exchange happened in the ancient tongue after which Gandr gave a confusing message. "She says that someone will be waiting for us over the next rise."

He still had his eyes closed, but I knew he was just staying like this to stretch the time before we would move out of the tent and help the rebellion with the many tasks that still needed to be accomplished before the end of the month. The corner of his mouth quirked up, and I felt his hand snake up on my back and pull me closer. I tried to get up, but he wasn’t letting me. I giggled and rolled around until we heard someone stop in front of our tent and cough, politely telling us they were there. “What is it?” Growled Xander, trapping me in his arms and swinging his legs over mine. “Scouts have reported travellers coming our way. I’m going to meet them. I was wondering if you wanted to come

If they were to make concessions, they would definitely be exploited. The distinctive ringtone of the Temple of War suddenly rang, signaling trouble again. Alexander answered the call, greeted by what sounded like a fight happening on the other end. "My lord, where are you?" came Green Dragon's voice. Clearly, they were in over their heads and needed help from outside. "You're less than fifty kilometers away," said Alexander, glancing at the screen's location. Others could not locate him, but he could track the members of the Temple of War. "We've hit a stronghold of the Trio Alliance Club, but there's a formidable opponent here, almost a semi-Empyrean being. We need your help, My lord," Gre

"We need to move. Now." The Castle of Dawnfire loomed ahead, its torches flickering in the deepening night. The air was thick with tension, the city locked in an uneasy quiet. The moment they reached the gates, a group of guards stepped forward, their hands gripping weapons tightly. "State your business," one of them called. Elior stepped forward. "We need to see the council. Now." The guards hesitated, but after a moment, one of them gave a sharp nod and turned. "Come with us."

“No need. King Ailduin provided us with what we need. We understand there is a canyon where the battle is planned.” “Correct.” “We’ll set up camp there, unless you have any concerns with us being in position when the vampires arrive.” “None whatsoever.” Riks says, looking at me. I shake my head. I don’t have any concerns either. “Thank you. We appreciate your support.” Angel steps up, reaching her hand toward the Elf, with her palm facing forward, her fingers pointed to the sky. The Elf leader extends his hand in the same way, stopping just shy of touching Angel’s. “King Ailduin sends his regards, Guardian.”

It sounded once more as the King, Queen, and General stared into the forest that lay between them and the Riverlands. General Aengus and King Lorcan turned together and sprang into action. "What is it?" the young queen asked as she followed Lorcan and Aengus. "That horn blast is only used in battle," Lorcan shouted over his shoulder. "Someone is under attack!" "Stay with Boru," Lorcan demanded, as Niamh mounted to follow. Boru, who had been riding past, reined in his horse and looked at the queen apologetically. Niamh glared at her advisor, daring him to stop her. They rode a distance behind the king and the first group of battle-ready Elves.

Damon The Councilors were speaking again. They were always speaking. Reports, figures, meaningless noise that slid over me without registering it. I stood at the window behind my chair – which Asher hadn’t managed to take yet – my fingers resting on the cold sill, watching snow drift down over the courtyard below. The banners of Stormfang hung limp, their colors dulled in the foggy weather. “…the eastern packs request aid, Your Majesty.” “…rebellion at the southern border.”