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**The Ice Queen of Rohan**

He pushed me against a tree trunk and pressed his body hard against mine. I wanted to scream but I could not for his hand was clamped on my mouth. He was so strong and tall that I felt powerless; and I am not a woman to be underestimated. Yet this is no mortal man I am dealing with.

This is an Elf.

I hate the feeling of being under this elf's tall figure. He bind my hands behind my back with thick ropes, wraps cloth across my lips and starts violating my untouched body. I heard the ripping of the front of my dress and felt a hand on my right breast; he molds it against his palm like clay and suckles like a babe. I don't know what to do. There's no point in my muffled screaming for no one knows where I am and what is happening to me. This Elf brought me in this forest; no one is here except from him and myself.

I don't want this, I never did. My heart belongs to Aragorn, and him alone. Even if this elf is handsome he's not the one I desire to be with for eternity.

"Beautiful… and mine," I hear him say, I can sense the raw possessiveness in his tone and I feel cold fear squeezing my heart.

I don't want you. Let me go, stranger!

I don't know how it happened but he easily rid me of my clothing and simply stared.

He stared at my body, everything exposed to his hungry gaze.

Tears stream down on my cheeks. I can't take this anymore. It hurts. I am humiliated. What have I become now? Nothing more than a whore.

The elf rises up to meet my gaze, placing a kiss on my forehead. I try desperately to move away, but the ropes are tied too tightly. "What happens in this forest will remain in this forest. You will not speak of this. If you do, death shall unmercilessly befall you. Do you understand?"

I know not what I have done so terribly wrong that I deserve this punishment.

He gave me a smile that spoke of lust and danger before returning to feast on my exposed body.

Tis the nightmare I will never forget.

"Sister, you are not with us again."

Eowyn looked at her brother from the other side of the table. The look on his face said that he knew she was not listening to their important conversation. 'Important,' she scoffed, because their uncle King Theoden planned on wedding her to a man she had not yet met. She did not yet know the reason behind this but it seemed that both men were not aware that she, Eowyn of Rohan, is not a betrothal material. And will never be.

Eowyn was beautiful. Many had told her so. She had golden-blonde hair that reached past her waist and pale green eyes to match. They always looked icy and blank, her complexion pale and smooth. If one saw her from a distance, she looked almost like a polished white statue of a maiden, never smiling.

She was a cold beauty. She had many suitors, none of which had managed to chip through her walls of ice. Eowyn had not always been so, before she had been a happy, carefree maiden. She had been very close to their mother, and she took pride in her mother's eyes and hair that had manifested themselves in her features. But years ago, their parents died, her father in an orc attack, her mother of grief.

That was only one of the reasons for her to lose her spark. The other one she chose not to recall.

"You must give us your full attention, sister-daughter. This is about you and the man you shall marry," King Theoden said, sitting down in his high backed chair between the siblings.

Eowyn remained unfazed. "I am listening, Uncle. But must I really marry?" She loved her uncle Theoden, just as she had she loved her parents and brother. He was the one who took them in after their parents died. But she hated to be forced into something she did not wish to do.

"Child, I noticed the coldness in you for the past years," Theoden told her. "I think it is right for you to settle down. You can dwell in the past no longer."

Somehow, Eowyn did not like how his statement sounded. "What are you trying to imply, Uncle?"

"He is a good man, Eowyn," Eomer answered instead, waiting for his sister to look at him before continuing. "Ehren is the right man for you." He took the goblet from the table took a sip.

"Ehren? Is that the name of this man you wish for me to marry?" she asked, for once not caring how disrespectful she sounded. "How are you certain that he is the right man for me, brother?"

"Because I chose Ehren," Eomer replied. "He has my permission to wed you."

She finally snapped. "Because you chose him? That is your reasoning? How dare you!" She rose up from her seat, hands clenched into fists at her side. "I am not a damsel to be tied down or told what to do!"

"You will be calm, Eowyn," Theoden said in a loud voice that echoed in the large room, seriousness written all over his face. "This is done for your own good." She whirled to the King. Her facial expression remained unchanged but her eyes softened the slightest bit. "No! This is not good for me." She shook her head. "You know nothing of what is good for me. Do not assume." At this, she stormed out of the dining hall; her long white dress flowing gracefully as she strode quickly away.

Tears stained her cheeks but she did not bother to wipe them away.

"I wish to join you in the battle to the North, Uncle," she said, stopping quickly and turning to him.

But the King of Rohan did not deign to look up at his niece as he spoke. "Battle is not for women, Eowyn." He rolled the parchment closed and gave it to Hama. "You will stay here with the others."

Eowyn found it hard to swallow as she felt her throat tightened in the pain she was feeling because of rejectection. "Rohan does not have enough knights to ride. I am an able fighter and I could be of help."

Theoden waved his hand in dismissal. "I will hear no more of this. Return to your quarters right now, sister-daughter. We depart within the hour." Eomer looked over at her, staring with concern at her face, once again a cold mask, hiding what she was feeling. "This is for your own good, sister."

"Very well," Eowyn sighed heavily and turned her back on him. "I will be a 'dutiful' woman and do what I am told, then. Would it be so hard to give me a choice in my own fate?"

Neither responded.

She went straight to her quarters and locked the door. Leaning heavily against it she finally let everything out. There, inside her sanctuary no one could see her and she could rid herself of the ice she wore every day. There are times that her own defenses backfired and she felt pain from not showing emotions aside from apathy and anger. It hurt so much that she almost collapsed, she did not know when it would disappear. Not until she was gone far from here, she knew. She did not mean to be angry at her brother or Uncle, for they were the only family she had and she did not want to lose them. But she felt trapped, a chain wrapped around her limbs and deprived of freedom to do what she wished. Their protectiveness did her no good anymore.