The two men were on the road again, still sneaking as they had no idea whether the orcs would be trying to pursue them or if they were alone now. None of them could hear anything unusual, only the birds singing in the trees and the wind blowing through the leaves.
Minas Tirith was close and they would surely arrive in safety. Though not knowing the castle was in panic, their king was gone like a blow in the wind, none had seen him leave and there hadn’t been any message from him or any kidnappers.
A search party had been sent out as soon as they found out King Aragorn were missing, and they had not returned yet. Arwen was worried he had been killed, but she couldn´t know as she did not have the powers of feeling the presence of him no more.
Outside the city the two wandering warriors had reached the gate of which had been closed due to the loss of their king. This was no hindrance for the two of them as the king was the one who wanted to enter.
“Halt! Who a