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Thank you to everyone who read my last fan-fiction of the Stable girl and also a very big hug and thank you to Nimthiriel and quizzabella for reviewing.
Hope you all love this new one!
Stable girl's thoughts after Éomer and all the riders of Rohan have gone to the battle of Pelennor fields.
A cloud of black smoke blew and whipped across the surface of the green fields, turning the grass yellow and bloodied. The distant sound of screams and clashing metal echoed along the flat ground. The air was still yet cold, and the sun struggled hopelessly to rise over the mountains as the shadow from the East rose and covered the last of it's light. The last of the hope for Middle-earth.
She woke suddenly, sitting up abruptly in a cold sweat. It had been two days since the King had led all the remaining men, and boys, of Rohan to the aid of Gondor. Still no word if the battle had been won or lost. She got to her feet slowly and pulled the blanket around her shoulders tightly. The chill of passing winter still lingering sharply in the air. Ignoring the bitter biting of the cold stone from her bare feet she walked over to the stable doors and pushed them open slightly, peering out. The courtyard was empty of all life apart from the occasional prowling cat. The moon glowed mistily above the mountains and her breath steamed in the frozen air. The sweat that had soaked her face now started to solidify on her forehead and cheeks.
Stepping back inside, she wiped the droplets away with the corner of the blanket she gripped. All was turning to ash and dust and hope had set out with the men of Rohan. She let her head drop, wishing that she could see him again, or hear the soft padding of his footsteps. The empty stalls did nothing to ease her heart.
He had pitied her that evening. The rain was bitterly hard and relentlessly hammered onto her, as she wrestled to bring one of the rider's mounts in. It was panicked and frightened from the bloodshed it had witnessed. All had looked on as the stallion reared up and yanked at the reins, paining her weakening arms. No one moved to help her bring him in, most wouldn't even look their way, but would hurry inside their warm dry homes. Eventually, after what seemed a lifetime of tugging futilely, a warm strong hand clasped around hers and pulled with her. Once they had put the stallion to rest in his stall she flopped down, out of breath onto a bundle of hay. Her chest heaved and her arms burnt agony. It was only when a pair of muddy boots stepped into her lower view that she forgot her arms. Looking up, she suddenly remembered that it had been several minutes since she last took breath and sucked in some air hastily. His wavy blonde hair was plastered to his face from the down pour, his face looked weary from a long day of hard riding. A hand reached down and wiped her dripping red hair from her face, her voice coming out as a mere whisper to thank him.
Now there were no heavy rain clouds readying to burst, and no unruly stallion to wrestle in. Everything was empty and silent. Looking around, the fading smell of horses, the stillness of the empty stalls made her heart sink. She fell to her knees and wept, her sobs muffled as she buried her face into her blanket. What hope is left for Rohan?
Thank you for reading, hope you enjoyed it! Please review so I know what you thought of it. There may be more from the Stable girl soon, but that depends on what sort of feedback I get. Tell me what you think of it and I welcome any suggestions or ideas for a longer fan-fiction.