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Author's Note: Well hello and welcome to the twisted reality that is my mind! So a friend and me had a Lord of the Ring marathon the other week since she had never seen any of them before and since I am a huge lover of the Lord of the Rings(especially Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli, and Eomer) I have decided to write a nice little Eomer fanfic. So read and please enjoy.
Prologue
All she could hear was the sound of people screaming in terror. People were running to and fro trying to get away from the wild men that were laying siege to their village. A young woman of 18 winters was hiding in the coverage of an overturned wagon.
Tears of terror fell from her blue-grey eyes, her dark chocolate hair formed a half curtain over her face, her dark green dress was torn at the bodice from the disgusting wild man that had used her for his own pleasure before her younger brother of 12 winters had stabbed him in the back, killing him. Only to be killed by another wild man a few moments later for his efforts to protect her.
She knew not where her mother and father were. Most likely dead like so many others. The attack on the village had been going on for so long that the young woman lost track of how long she had been hiding under the wagon. The young woman smelt smoke and knew that most of the village buildings had been destroyed by fires that the wild men had started.
The sun had set a few short hours ago but the young woman dared not leave her hiding place. At some point exhaustion had snuck up on the young woman and she feel asleep only to jerk awake by an unknown sound shortly after dawn. After listening for any sound for several minutes and hearing nothing, the young woman slowly crawled out from under the wagon. She looked around in horror at a mostly burned down village, the lifeless bodies of men, women, and children everywhere, and the debris of a being attacked.
'I cannot stay here. I must find supplies and leave as soon as I am able.' the young woman thought frantically. On her search for supplies the young woman found the dead bodies of her mother and father not far from their home. After filling a few sacks with food, clothing, healing supplies, her father's sword and bow and every arrow she could find, her brother's favorite dagger, and a necklace she took off her mother's body, she went in search for a healthy living horse.
After finding a beautiful, healthy raven black horse that must have belonged to one of the lords of the village, the young woman placed a saddle and all of her supplies onto the horses back, mounted, and rode away from the decimated village that was once a happy and cheerful place. In the far off distance the young woman seen her destination. A tree line that lead to the thick forest of Rohan.
"Always remember, my girl, the forest can provide everything that you need to live. If there is ever a time when you find yourself alone and have no other choice, the forest can provide for you. Food, water, and shelter. Just remember everything I have taught you, and you shall go far in life." the young woman heard the voice of her now dead father in her head. 'I remember papa. I will put everything you taught me to use to keep myself alive.' the young woman thought as she headed towards the place she would call home for years to come.
