Well HELLO MR/MRS ROSENBERGGGS! ^_^ I'm in a good mood...Here's a prologue to chapter 3...DUN DUN DUN. I have chapter 3 all done and such (by hand in my note book) but I was typing it out and I felt it needs a bit of explaining of the inbetween (Y'all remember where that 'back' button is on your browser?...Gooooooood) I own very little. Except this crappy word program (which still can't get the accents above our Rohirric kings name...) and some spelling/grammar errors...

(Fourth Marshall of the Mark- Thank you :) I definitely have plans to continue this one, I have 3 chapters currently beside me in my note book-I just have to find time to type 'em all out. Glad you love me though :) I love you too! 3

Barbfizzle08—Yesss Grammar errors, I apologize. But as I was saying before I have stuff in my notebooks so when I transfer them over I tend to get really, super overzealous with my typing because I don't have to think/create while I'm typing so I go SUPER SUPER fast. I try to proof read but again, when the overall everything is good and I'm so eager to get them out I tend to miss things...one day I'll edit them all so they're made of as close to perfect as one person can get. :D Thanks for the input! :D I love zingers...and puns...and silly jokes and plays on stuff like that :P And puppy dog eyes make me sad...so ENJOY :D

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Prologue:Haldir had made the decision the moment Eomer had fallen asleep after their bonding that he would NOT tell Eomer. The horse lord, the man he loved, -the HUMAN, MORTAL, being- that he loved could NEVER know. He would kiss him in the morning as he always did, they would ride to war and Eomer would NEVER know. He himself, would shrug his shoulders, let it go and pretend it never happened. Of course...that was laughable. Every second of every day they grew closer. Eomer had very slowly began to realize things were different, but he said nothing.

To some degree, the growing closeness of their minds had allowed Haldir to realize that it was born out of fear that the man was falling so deeply in love with the elf. The elf that would have to go back to the woods and his lord and lady when all this was over. It had escalated into a sick joke held just between the two of them, a perverted not-quite-true wish that the war would go on forever so they would never have to part.

That same growing closeness though, became their dearest friend and in spite of Eomer's not quite understanding, and Haldir's unending desire to have it not be so. They nurtured the connection and fostered it. Eomer clumsily tried to get it to grow, while Haldir guided him in the right direction. They clung to each other almost every second of the day.

It was the 7th day of their bonding On the ride back from the shocking and amazing conclusion of the war. when Aragorn confronted Haldir. And the conversation had been among the hardest and most amazing things he'd ever done.

"I know that you have been dallying with him" Were Aragorn's words, plain, flat, simple in the elf's mind.

"and what of it?" I replied, in my usual, lazy way...trying to portray the voice, words and face of a man who is talking of nothing more then a play thing. Something to warm his bed and take away the stress of battle...though denying my beautiful wild stallion nearly ripped my heart out.

"What has it become?" the would-be king asked me, in that same plain, flat, and simple tone. His grey eyes betrayed almost nothing as he stared at me evenly.

Rangers. Damned. Blasted. Rangers. "What could you mean?" I asked, pushing arrogance and lazy irritation into my voice in hopes of pushing him off of the issue.

"Don't screw around Haldir. I am not a simple warrior." He all but growled and his eyes were sharp and glimmering, cold and almost angry.

"I..." I began but he broke in.

"Eomer. Doesn't know better. Eomer. Doesn't see the signs. He doesn't understand. But I think I do." I closed my eyes and bit my lip, opening my eyes again I just looked at him, head tilted to the side, feeling my blonde hair over my shoulder just waiting for him to continue.

"We had a long conversation today about his mind. He said that he couldn't figure out why he was upset. He had near lost his sister, lost his uncle, gained the crown and the title. But he was talking of a feeling of warmth, glimmering from inside him. He couldn't explain it to me why he was so happy, and so content. Filled with anxiety of course, worry over what he thinks is the title, fear of the title...but is that all he feels?" He asked, in an almost fearful half growl.

I gulped and licked my lips "why don't you speak of it? Surely you know" I growled back.

~"DON'T SCREW AROUND WITH THIS HALDIR"~he snarled in elvish.

~"I NEVER MEANT FOR IT TO HAPPEN"~ I roared back

And we stared at each other in silence for long moments. "I'm not sorry" I said finally.

He continued to look at me, confusion in his eyes "what does it mean, my dear friend?" he asked, sensing something deep.

"It means that I will die. And I will die nigh on the same year that your even star will fade."