Betrayed once again! Saruman proved Tahjun's council to be of truth!
Tahjun fought side by side with the Rohirrim in front of the gates of Isengard. Saruman had shown his quality when he unleashed his army on the men of Rohan. They had been overwhelmed and many had been hewn on enemy grounds…far from their homes. Prince Theodred was able to make his escape or so Tahjun thought has he fought off the pursuers so the prince could have time to create distance between himself and the enemy.
Word was brought to Tahjun that Theodred had been caught in a trap by the river. Tahjun rushed to the prince's side and arrived in time to face the enemy. One who Tahjun had dealt with in Isengard stood before him and would not give ground. To the distance Tahjun saw the prince laying on the ground. The urgency of the matter could be no greater! This enemy that stood before him was ready to close Tahjun's eyes for this lifetime. Tahjun did not bother with formal moves in swordsmanship. His bow just sung and it sung loudly! Arrow after arrow took flight and sunk into the enemies flesh. But the enemy was mighty and refuse to fall. Soon they went to hand to hand combat and Tahjun had received several sever wounds as he gave them. Just at its climatic moment when life or death was to be seen a Rohirrim horn was blown and many warriors on horseback charged the enemy. The one who stood before Tahjun ran off.
Tahjun ran to the side of Prince Theodred. He arrived in time to hear his final words. He refused to be moved. His dying wish was to remain where had received his death blow. In death he wanted to remain with his men and keep his word to watch over the borders of Rohan. These final words struck Tahjun profoundly.
Later that eve…back at the Rohan camp the men were somber to say the least. Sadness gripped the hearts of men but not only men but an elf as well. A Rohirrim of quality offered a bed to Tahjun. His body ached and wounds were not tended to…fresh blood still gave way from his flesh. Tahjun knew he would heal quickly but for his heart and mind…that was a different story. He was swimming in suffering as he thought of the men who had fallen that day that he had grown so fond of. The story is always the same: relationships made and relationships lost. He was deeply perplexed and his heart ached as much as his body thinking of all the ones he had lost. A question came forth from his lips that was not intended to be heard out loud, "Why am I still here?"
He closed his eyes and started to meditate. Some time had passed when the vision came! All the one's Tahjun had lost visited him…one by one they came before his vision. He recalled all their personalities and character traits that he held dear. The moving of his heart began. The vision continued as he went beyond the gates of Isengard. The enemy was many and vast. Their war engines matched their numbers. He saw them marching forth from the gates of Isengard. The white hand flags waving in the wind as battle horns sounded off in their ranks. He saw great walls of fortification being wasted to the ground. Many hewn before its fallen stones. He saw the Rohirrim charging into battle as their horns sung out loud before the land they raced across upon their steeds. And than….all fades to black…
When Tahjun awakes he hears a voice in his mind. This is no strangers voice for he has heard it many times over the decades. Hiril Galadriel! "Tahjun, I know of your vision. Come to Lorien."
