One Pint Too Many

Laughing Oliphaunt, The

3. The Aging Knight (Amlaith)

Amlaith was the oldest of the group. Heavy, barrel-chested. He had seen his fair share of horrors in battle. He had fought for many years at Osgiliath under Lord Boromir, though he began his career in Pelargir. And he had seen young Men die – he had seen young corpses, bloated green; limbs strewn about muddy fields; filmy, unseeing eyes staring at the sky. He had smelled the stink of rotting flesh. He had tasted orc blood on his tongue as it sprayed forth in battle.

Yet the cry of Nazgûl he had never heard before.

They often spoke of it. Other soldiers, those who had heard it, who had traveled nearer to Minas Morgul, they had tried to describe it. But none could accurately depict the sound – that inhuman wail, that shrieking fear – as it twisted through the heart and raised the hair on the back of the neck. Not until one heard that noise could one ever say they knew true fear.

Amlaith had not looked. He had known better than to look. But the sound alone was enough to chill his blood, to forestall his rebellious war cry, to loosen his grip on the sword.

Amlaith had led the first company over the bridge, at Lord Boromir’s urging. He had saddled the nearest horse he could find, raised his sword, and bellowed in his enormous voice, To me! To me! First and second! To me! Retreat! Pull back to the west bank!

And the swarms of Men had flocked to him, yet Amlaith caught sight of also the poor souls hacked down as they ran. Orcs snarling, spitting, burying their rusted swords deep. And the rain had come forth then – the rain of arrows – nothing as he had ever seen before. Everywhere, everywhere, they were everywhere. And then – there! – the cry, the cry of a Nazgûl as it swept forward, riding its Fell Beast, great black wings billowing out, and the smell – the smell of death – pushed down in a vile current of air, so that Amlaith had used all his will not to retch, all his will not to drop his sword and flee, all his will to lead the Men on, over the bridge.

And the bridge itself – tilting and swaying – pieces of stone crumbling away as the catapults fired into it. And Amlaith had cried, Onward! Onward! Retreat! just as half the bridge exploded outwards, sending Men flying, ruined marble up, up, up, soaring, and then smashing down – crash! – into the river and into the city. And the dust and the screams and the blood streaming down his brow, Amlaith could not see, yet he grabbed at whoever he could find, and pushed them on, all the while urging, urging, urging, Go! Go! Go! And one of the young Men he was jerking forward by the shoulder had received an arrow to the neck, so that his blood spurted out in a high arching stream and blinded Amlaith further and…

“They say the oliphaunts laughed because the Haradrim mistreated them, and so they rejoiced in their defeat.”

Amlaith looked over to the younger Man at his side: Ragnor. The ginger-haired Man stared at his ale, chewed his pipe.

“Know you the story, Amlaith?” Ragnor asked. “’Tis a riddle, I think.”

“Nay, I do not know,” Amlaith replied, sipped his mead. “’Tis only a fable.”

Ragnor smiled bitterly. “If horses may scream with fear, then an oliphaunt may laugh.”

They fell silent.

This is a work of fan fiction, written because the author has an abiding love for the works of J R R Tolkien. The characters, settings, places, and languages used in this work are the property of the Tolkien Estate, Tolkien Enterprises, and possibly New Line Cinema, except for certain original characters who belong to the author of the said work. The author will not receive any money or other remuneration for presenting the work on this archive site. The work is the intellectual property of the author, is available solely for the enjoyment of Henneth Annûn Story Archive readers, and may not be copied or redistributed by any means without the explicit written consent of the author.

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Author: Aeneid

Status: Reviewed

Completion: Complete

Rating: General

Last Updated: 11/22/04

Original Post: 11/06/04

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