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PROLOGUE: My cousin's death
I sat alone in the Golden Hall, examining my sword.
My twin sister Eowyn was slightly jealous because I, even though I was a woman and the niece of the king, just like her, was allowed to fight. And she was not.
I began teaching her when we were children. And now she is almost as good as me, but Theoden won't say anything because he is very ill. He is not himself.
Eowyn and I look nothing alike. I have dark brown hair and deep blue eyes, and she has blonde hair and light blue eyes.
Just then Eowyn came storming into the hall, tears streaming down her face.
"Eowyn?" I stood up. "Are you alright?"
She shook her head. "No... Eolyn, Of course not. Theodred... He is dead..." She burst into tears and I hugged her, tears streaming down my face as well.
"He died fighting, Eowyn. He fought bravely." I told her. "He died for a reason."
She nodded and then led me outside.
We stood at the edge of the hall, looking out onto the mountains.
Just then the flag was torn from the pole and it drifted away.
That was a sign. Rohan is falling.
Just then I noticed three horses approaching Edoras.
"Who are they?" I asked my sister.
She shook her head. "I have no idea." She went back inside.
I watched the riders enter Edoras, then I followed my sister.
...
I heard the sound of people fighting.
I gave Eowyn a worried look, and then we rushed outside.
There was an elf, a man, and a dwarf standing in the middle of the hall, unconscious soldiers surrounding them. A wizard stood in front of Theoden, staff raised.
Eowyn rushed forward. I caught her arm.
I motioned to the wizard. "That's Gandalf the Grey. He is no enemy. He is trying to heal Theoden."
She didn't listen to me and ran towards the king.
"Eowyn-" I tried to call her back. But a man caught her anyways. "Wait." He said.
"If I go, Theoden dies." Came Saruman's voice through Theoden.
"You did not kill me... You will not kill him." Gandalf said, stepping closer.
"Rohan is mine." Came Saruman's voice again.
"Be gone!"
Theoden lunged at Gandalf, but the wizard thrust my uncle back with his staff. When he hit the chair, he groaned and fell forward. Eowyn and I ran to catch him.
"Theoden?" I asked quietly.
Slowly, his face began to turn from old to young.
Soon enough he was back to normal. This was my uncle.
"I know your faces..." He whispered upon seeing me and Eowyn. "Eowyn... Eolyn..."
Eowyn smiled and I nodded.
We stepped away from the king and helped him stand up.
"Gandalf?" He questioned, looking at the wizard.
"Breathe the free air again, my friend." Gandalf smiled and stepped back.
Theoden looked at his hands. "Your fingers would work better if they grasped your sword." Gandalf told him.
Gamling stepped forward and handed the king his sword. He drew it slowly, and looked at it, astonished.
It was then he noticed Grima Wormtongue.
...
Theoden approached the man, sword in hand.
"I've only... Ever served you, my lord..." Grima gasped.
Theoden advanced on him. "Your leechcraft would have had me crawling on all fours like a beast!"
"Send me not from your sight!" Wormtongue begged.
Theoden raised his sword to kill the snake, but Aragorn rushed forward and stopped him.
"No, my lord! No, my lord. Let him go. Enough blood has been spilt on his account."
Grima got up and pushed through the people of Rohan. "Get out of my way!"
I was glad that HE was gone.
"Hail, Theoden King!" We all knelt in respect for the king.
Theoden turned back to everyone that had been in the Golden Hall. "Where is Theodred? Where is my son?"
My smile dropped immediately upon the word Theodred?
"Uncle... I'm sorry. He... He is dead." I said, then I walked back into the hall. Eowyn followed me.
...
I stood beside Eowyn, head down, as Theodred's body neared the tomb.
Tears fell down my face when Eowyn began to sing.
I don't know what she's saying, but it must be some kind of blessing.
I lifted my head and watched Theodred's body enter the tomb. I looked back at the ground, tears still sliding down my cheeks.