A/N thank you everyone for reviewing, this is my first story EVER and I know it's a bit shaky and jumpy at points. I'm going to go back and edit once the story is done. Thank you for the support! Keep Reviewing.

Also, I looked at a map of middle earth, and everything I say is COMPLETELY inaccurate, forgive me all you die hard LOTR fans. I know the characters, but now I am only just beginning to learn about the land!!

Journey

The company set out from Minas Tirath at noon that day. She had her horse, Chestnut prepared. He had been a gift from her brothers on her eighteenth birthday.

They rode hard and fast for six straight hours, and only stopped briefly once in order to give the horses a bit to drink.

To Déorwyn, the journey was bittersweet. She absolutely loved seeing the countryside of Gondor and into the different realms, but the cause was not desirable. She could not help but think of what she was going to even say to Boromir when they encountered him. She knew that she was the only person who could get him to come home, but would that be enough. Boromir had been sent out on a mission from his Steward. Yes, the steward happened to be his father, but that didn't even matter. He would more likely break a vow made to his father than to his steward. She tried not to think about it. Although, if she wasn't thinking about what to say to her brother, she was thinking about how sore she already was form the ride.

Just then, Grayson- who had been leading the pack, handed off navigating to another officer and he slowed down to talk to Déorwyn and see how she was doing.

"How do you fair, Lady Déorwyn?" He asked.

"Lady Déorwyn?" she asked, not used to his formalities. " We are now on a formal basis? Why did you not inform me, Master Grayson?" she poked.

"Funny, " he said dryly, " I only use your title to have the other soldiers show you respect. We are not in company of Captains and Lords, but Pages and low ranking Soldiers."

He had a point, she knew this. Although, she didn't like it one bit. She did not wish to be treated like a glass doll on this journey. She would make it a point to address all her fellow travelers about her wishes at camp that night.

She just rolled her eyes and evaded the topic for the time being. " to answer your initial question, I am doing alright. I have never been on a horse for this long and at this pace, so this is new to me. But, I am not complaining. I just wish we knew exactly where my brother was." She said.

" That would be too easy. At LEAST we know his end point, and you are lucky enough to be with the best navigator in Minas Tirath. We will be in Rivendell in no time. But I fear, the sun dwells to close to the horizon and in a few hours we will need to break for the night and make camp." He said.

She was not thrilled about stopping, time sitting around was time lost in the attempts to find Boromir. But, she knew that riding throughout the night would be hard on her, the horses and the other men.

In another hour, they had found an empty patch of grass in a meadow to camp in. They traveled light, and only had blankets to sleep under and a pan to cook whatever they could find in the wilderness.

As four of the men hunted for a wild rabbit to eat, Déorwyn began readying an area for a fire. Two other men went to gather wood, and Grayson and the other three men sat around maps figuring out the best way into Rivendell, as well as the possible routs Boromir could have taken. At dinner, she did make a point to have the men just call her Déorwyn, but it didn't take. Within 10 minutes of her request, they were calling her Lady again. She shrugged. It would be no use to keep correcting them, so she let it go.

Their next few days carried on just as they had on that first day. Ride for the entire day, with brief stops, and camp at night. She was tired, and dirty. She Hated being dirty. Not in a prissy way, but she just didn't like going a few days without a proper wash.

Déorwyn was getting worried that they were lost, and went to question Grayson about it one night at camp.

"Grayson, my friend, we have been traveling for 4 days now. Forgive me for questioning your navigation skills, but shouldn't we be caught up to Boromir by now?" she questioned.

"that was my plan, milady, but I figure, Boromir left from Osgiliath, and we from Minas Tirath. We are not on the same path. If it is alright with you, Déorwyn, I plan on taking the company directly to Rivendell to either meet or wait for Lord Boromir." Grayson asked.

Déorwyn was getting so anxious to see her brother. She needed to know that he was okay. She realized that what Grayson had said about their paths was probably true. She had him point out on their map their general location and Rivendell. She assumed that they would be in Rivendell in less than a week. She did the same calculations for the distance between Rivendell and Osgiliath, and figured out that Boromir should be arriving the same time if not sooner. She nodded to her friend and accepted his request.

"You look tired my friend" He said.

"And probably so dirty that you can't even recognize me." She added. They had a laugh. It was good to know that they could keep their friendship and openness after what had transpired between them a few days ago.

"yes, you do. Why don't I take you to the stream where you can wash your face off. Surely that will make you feel better?" he asked.

She beamed. "I would appreciate that so much, Grayson!" Finally! I get to wash she though.

He laughed at her, and informed the men of their plans to go and wash and if anyone were to wish, they could join them. A few men took them up on it, and they set off toward a nearby stream.

The water felt amazing on her skin. She had been sweating in the heat and dirt that had flown up form the horses was caked onto her face and hair. She washed her face and brushed out her hair an re braided it. She took a long time, only because she needed to relax. She took off her riding boots and dipped her bare feet into the stream as well, and just sat there. The Men were taking about their battles, and stories of their lives. Although she wasn't really paying any attention, she enjoyed their company. It was nice to have something take her mind off of Boromir, Riding and the war for a little bit.

But that little bit of distraction was not enough to prepare her for what happened next.

Without warning, a blood-curdling scream was herd from back at their camp. Without even putting her boots back on, she got up with the rest of the men and rushed back towards the sounds. When they got there, they could not have been more surprised, and unprepared for what was going on.

A small clan of about 12 Orcs had ambushed their camp. With leaving only six of the men there, they were completely outnumbered. Quickly, the remaining men ran toward their horses and pulled out there weapons and went to kill the orcs. Déorwyn froze. She had never been this close to a real life fight before and was completely caught off guard. All around her she saw her own men and orcs fall to the ground dead. She did not even realize when one of the orcs spotted her and chased after her. Grayson, caught up to it and cut it from its left shoulder into its right abdomen. He said, "Déorwyn, RUN! Get on the horse and ride as fast as you can that way, " he pointed to his left, " I will catch up to you!" he said and hussled her off to her horse.

She Ran, and didn't know why but she looked back once she mounted Chestnut. She wish she hadn't. As she began galloping into the night, she looked back and saw Grayson, her one true friend, other than her brothers, stab his own blade in to the last orc at the same time that the orc blade glided through his left chest- his heart. Yes, the orcs were all dead, but so went all her company, and Grayson.

Tears poured down her face as she rode into the night. By morning, she was to tired and scared to even stop to rest, she reduced her speed to a light jog and eventually, fell asleep atop Chestnut. She bobbed in and out of consciousness. She was riding like this for what seemed like days, without food or water. She finally drifted into a deep sleep.

When she awoke, she was surrounded by trees and light. She knew not where she was, but had a feeling. Was this Rivendell?

Here eyes were foggy, and throughout the bright rays of the sun, she made out the body of a tall, blond man, with his bow pointed right at her. unable to keep her focus on the man, she fainted and fell off Chestnut- only to be caught by the mysterious figure.