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A/N: Oh my gosh. I had no idea how to write this chapter. Literally I drew a blank the whole time. Plus as much as I love Aragorn and the others talking about war and doom and such. I didm't want that for this chapter. SO, I hope you enjoy this!
When she woke, it wasn't to someone's voice or presence. Nothing nearly that sweet or tender, it was pain. Red-hot burning pain that pulsed through her arm. Her muscles screamed in protest at movement and yet she hadn't even moved. Her chest burned from the effort of drawing air into her lungs, but nothing else ailed her for which Calemir had to be thankful for. She finally opened her eyes. Her vision was blurry before finally settling. Voices chattered around her and upon looking around her. Calemir saw healers rushing around. Dozens of men were laid on the floor with different degrees of wounds.
She sat up, using only one arm to support herself. Her other arm was tightly bound and hung in a sling. Aragorn's handy work she knew from the Elvish style. Swinging over the edge of the bed Calemir stood and not a moment later the bed was taken up by a wounded man. Not that she minded. He needed it if the odd angle of his leg was to go by anything. She looked around her for her things but only found her purple cloak. She draped it over the white gown they had put her in and left the House of Healing in the city of Gondor.
She wandered. The halls were all but deserted. Cries of pain and sorrow could be heard drafting behind closed doors. Each sound made her flinch and walk faster. She had to find the throne hall. Where, no doubt, Aragorn was at least. Legolas would not be far away either. Calemir's thoughts drifted to Eowyn. The woman appeared dead last she remember and Eomer was clearly alive. Her eyes slid to the floor as she thought of the Rider. The look of pain on his face had been heart breaking.
Calemir gasped when she hit a solid presence. She looked up startled only to see the Rider himself. Eomer looked startled to see her as well. "Little Elf." The name made her heart swell and Calemir bit her lip. Schooling her features to a more neutral expression. "Eomer." She greeted. "You awake. That…that is great." He breathed a sigh of relief and his body relaxed. "Yes. Oh! You're sister, is she well? Last I…" She shook her head, not wanting to think of the dead woman. "She is mending in the House of Healing. Thanks to Aragorn." Calemir nodded, her own tense body relaxing.
"That is good." She mumbled. Eomer stepped out of her way and they walked beside one another. Calemir almost jumped out of her skin when she felt his warm hand on her back. "How did my sister end up on the battle field I wonder?" He asked her and Calemir shrugged innocently. "I do not know…she fought as well as any man that is for sure. She is a shield maiden through and through." Eomer hummed and nodded. She looked up at him. "You are distracted?" It was clear on his face. "No." He assured her. Calemir didn't believe him.
"Well then, perhaps you could tell me what happened after I fell. I know I broke my arm." She held up her broken arm. "Yes, the bones in your arms snapped but Aragorn set them for you personally. You looked worst then you actually were. Gave everyone a scare. Your armor took the brute of the damage. It was punched full of holes by the Witchking's mace. The spikes only cut the first layer of skin. No lasting damage, just a lot of bruises." Calemir nodded, feeling the bandages that hid the bruises. "And yourself?" She asked him. "Some cuts and bruises. Nothing I cannot handle."
They came to a fork in the halls. "I suppose you wish to see Legolas. He is in the throne hall with Aragorn." Eomer pointed to the left. He looked almost downcast. Calemir shook her head. "No, if he is with Aragorn. I don't wish to bother them." Calemir gestured to the right hall with her head. "Walk with me?" She asked, a blush starting to work its way on her face. Eomer nodded and they walked down hall silently together. Eomer's hand present on her back again. Calemir didn't jump that time.
They came out into a garden and despite its dying state. Calemir was happy to see it. She was happy to be among trees and plants. She sighed and closed her eyes as a breeze swept through. When she opened them, Calemir found Eomer looking at her from the corner of her eye. She turned to face him and he turned away. "Eomer." She said and the Rider looked back at her curiously. She gazed at him for a moment. "You're distracted again. I can see it in your eyes." She whispered.
"I am not." He offered her a half smile. "I do not believe you." Calemir bit back. Now starting to become angry. "Tell me what is on your mind." She demanded softly. Eomer sighed and looked away. "Eomer." She touched his shoulder. Worry grew in her. When he spoke it was in Rohirrim. "Pardon me?" She asked in confusion. "What is on my mind…is you."
Eomer suddenly turned at Calemir and his lips were on hers. His dark beard brushed against her skin and tickled her chin. He pulled back as quickly as he came. Calemir was left in a daze, as he looked on worried. Realizing her silence wasn't helping Eomer any. Calemir blinked and cleared her throat. She refused to meet his eyes. She could just feel the blood rushing to her face. "That was…unexpected." She said finally, "Calemir. We must speak."
Calemir watched from the House of Healing with Eowyn beside her. Watching as Aragorn and his friends and followers made their way to Mordor. Eomer and his army were among them. Calemir shuddered and clutched the cloak closer. The mere word Mordor was enough to chill her to the bone. "So…" Eowyn started and Calemir could almost hear the excitement building in her. "You talked with my brother?" The woman asked innocently. Calemir scoffed. "Yes." She said curtly. "And?" Eowyn pushed. "We talked, the future is uncertain and I don't if he will even return." She said.
"But if he does?" Eowyn asked with a certain happy tone in her voice. "We did not get that far." Calemir said. She looked to Eowyn and something behind the woman caught Calemir's eye. "Eowyn, I believe you have an admirer." She said and Eowyn turned to the Man of Gondor. When their eyes caught. Calemir took the chance to slip away.
A/N: And that's the chapter. Also the man of Gondor is Faramir. In case anyone forget. Ugh, I just realized I write Legolas and Calemir...which is what i had planned to do. Darn Eomer, always so distracting.
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