A/N: sorry it is short and i appologize that it took a long time to get up.

Enjoy!

Chapter Three:

Kilana tossed and turned in her bed, nightmarish dreams plagued her mind. The screeches and high pitched cries of the creatures filled her ears. "Balin," she said in a heavy breathed voice as her breathing quickened till it was almost an equal pace as her heart. Her tears had begun to fall more and more.

(Screeches)

"Kilana! Run!"

"Fall back! Fall Back!"

"BALIN!"

With a scream Kilana jerked awake, gasping for air she looked around. She saw nothing but her darkened room causing a long but strenuous sigh of relief. (A/N: if that is not how Balin died please forgive me.) Her body was covered in a thin layer of cold sweat. She removed the covers and walked over to where the bowl and pitcher were and splashed cold water on her face.

Kilana glanced down and saw her hand was shaking; she grasped it in her other and held it. Trying to make the shaking stop, but it did not work.

The door opened slowly but Kilana paid no attention to it, "Kilana?"

She knew that voice, and quickly wiped away the remaining water and tears from her face. But she stopped when she felt Eomer's hand upon her shoulder, and began trembling as the memory's flooded back to her. "Please, tell me what is wrong."

"Goblins," she said finally "They killed them. They killed my family."

She turned and held onto Eomer tightly as she continued to cry. Eomer held her close, gently comforting her. "It's alright Kilana, it's alright." He whispered softly as he stroked her head, trying to sooth and comforts her. Eomer held Kilana till she had cried herself to exhaustion. He stayed by her side until she had completely fallen asleep.

Eomer looked down at the sleeping woman in his arms. She still clung to him with tears still lingering under her eyelashes, threatening to fall free. Gently he reached up and wiped them away; his fingers accidentally becoming entangled in her long hair. He was surprised at how soft her hair was, and he could not resist touching it.

He gently ran his ungloved hand through her hair, while his eyes still lingered on her beautiful face.

"Eomer," she said in a soft voice just barely above a whisper. Was she dreaming about him? He wanted to hear her say his name again, the way it sounded as it flowed past those soft and delicate lips. It made a shiver run down his spine, causing a slight knot to form in his throat.

He nestled into the bed with her, knowing full well that she would never let go of him. So, he succumbed to sleeps spell, allowing his eyes to close.

Kilana awoke the next morning to find Eomer still asleep by her side; he looked so peaceful.

He had stayed with her? She couldn't help but smile as he began to stir.

His eyes opened to reveal his lovely hazel eyes.

"You, you're awake." He said in a half asleep voice. "Did I wake you?" She asked softly as she found herself stroking his cheek.

"No, you did not." He found himself becoming entranced, "You're eyes," he reached up and cupped her face with his hand. "They are so beautiful."

Their faces began to draw closer and closer. Right as their lips were about to touch "Eomer" he groaned "Lord Eomer."

Kilana sighed, "You must go before they find you here." He nodded softly as he sat up and headed towards the door.

"Eomer" he looked at her as she now stood beside the bed. "Thank you," he smiled and walked out of her room.

Sometime later Eowyn came running into Kilana's room crying.

"What is it?"

"Eomer, he's been banished."

She ran to the window and saw a group of men ridding away.

Kilana ran outside just as Eomer turned and looked at her. The wind caught her hair and blew it across her face as she mouthed words to him. He nodded in understanding before he rode off with those loyal to him.