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The noise of the battle above had ceased as quickly as it had started. Eowyn abandoned her post at the entrance to the caves and ran to the surface as quickly as she could.
All around her was chaos. Eowyn shielded her eyes against the blinding light, and searched wildly for Lord Aragorn. He had come to her before the battle, telling her that theirs was a love that could never exist. It had broken her heart, but she was strong and she knew that she would overcome this in time.
But Aragorn was nowhere to be seen now. The people surrounding her were helping others to safety and the medicinal care. She saw her uncle, King Theoden in deep conference with Gandalf the White, but there was no sign of Aragorn. Her heart leapt into her throat, and she felt the first nauseating waves of fear pass over her body.
A soft voice behind her whispered, "Milady, are you searching for Lord Aragorn?"
Eowyn turned quickly and found herself gazing at Legolas, the Elven companion of her missing Lord. "Yes, Master Elf, I am. Have you seen him? Do you know what became of him?"
"He is fine, Milady," answered the Elf with cool confidence. There was something about his tone that made Eowyn very confident in his answer.
She took a good look at the Elf for the first time, and almost lost her breath at the beauty she found there. Eowyn had heard of the beauty of the Elven races for many years, and she had laid her eyes upon many elves. But none had a beauty so breathtaking as the man who stood before her. He seemed to be of Heaven, he could not be a mere creature living on Earth.
"Are you alright, Milady?" asked the Prince of Mirkwood, peering at her through fathomless blue eyes.
She snapped back to her senses. "Yes, yes of course." Her words came out a bit breathless.
"Eowyn!" came a call in a familiar and wonderful masculine voice. The Shield Maiden turned around and saw Aragorn standing there, rugged and handsome in his own way. All thoughts of the blonde elf were thrown from her mind as she rushed into his arms.
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There was so much sorrow everywhere, so much suffering. Eowyn walked between the rows of people, tending to those who needed a healing hand, and giving comfort to those who sought it. She was still angry at not being allowed to do her part in the battle that had taken place the previous night, but now her skills were needed. She had to put aside her anger and focus on the task at hand.
As the fair-haired woman bent over to give water to a man gasping from dehydration, she felt a hand on her shoulder. She moved her hand slowly to her waist, where a small dagger was hiding, and then whirled around quickly, bringing the weapon to the throat of her enemy.
She found herself staring into the deep blue eyes of Legolas Greenleaf, an elf who had come with Lord Aragorn to lend aid to Rohan. His expression was calm, but he flinched uncomfortably under the piercing sharpness of the blade at his throat.
Eowyn dropped the dagger with a startled yelp. She hadn't expected to see a friendly face. In fact, she had been hoping that there was an enemy at her back. Then she would have been able to kill it, and prove her worth as a Shield Maiden. But instead it was the elf, who had remained aloof and cold the entire time from when she had first met him.
"Forgive me, Master Elf," she said quickly, giving the bit of water to the gasping man and then turning back to Legolas, "I fear I am still a bit over- cautious from last night's battle. You never know when an enemy can be at your back. I like to be prepared for anything."
His eyes betrayed amusement but his expression still remained serious. "Your uncle the King wishes you to attend a council he is holding with Gandalf the White at this time. I was sent to fetch you and deliver you back to his side." There was still no change of expression, but she could detect a slight bitterness in his tone.
Eowyn cast a glance at the moaning people lying around her. Women and their children were rushing about the fortress searching for their male loved ones. Eowyn's heart went out to the women who would find charred and scarred remains, and she felt even more for those who would find nothing at all.
"I cannot leave at this time," she stated firmly, "Tell my uncle that I shall return to his side when I am done with my duties here as a healer."
"Milady, my instructions were specific. Deliver you to the King and make it quick. I must follow orders from those in a higher status than I."
Eowyn angrily tucked a strand of blonde hair behind her ears. The hair was matted and dirty but it did not matter. She would rather bear the scars of battle than erase all memory of them. "You are an Elf, Master Greenleaf. You do not take orders from mere mortals."
Legolas gazed at her appraisingly. "I was asked to deliver you to the King. It was my choice to accept the orders. And now I shall follow through with my instructions." His tone softened a bit. "Please, milady, come with me. My kin is lying out here too. They are not being tended to, for their loved ones are far away in the Undying Lands. But if their will is strong enough, they shall hold on to life. Leave your people for now. They will still be here when you come back." He extended a hand. "Please, Lady Eowyn, let me lead you to your Uncle."
That was the first time she had ever heard her name on his lips. His Elvish accent sounded like water on smooth rock. Hearing her name said like that sent shivers down her spine, though she could not determine the reason. But something about that compelled her to accept the elf's hand, and let him lead her through the masses of wounded and into the fortress to seek audience with her uncle, the King.
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"You wished to speak to me, Uncle?" Eowyn asked, curtsying low before her kin. She kept her eyes on the ground, as was proper for a woman holding court with the King.
"You may place your eyes on me, sister-daughter," the King commanded in his booming voice. Eowyn obediently raised her eyes. She saw out of the corner of her line of vision, Legolas the Elf grimacing at the harsh tone being used by her uncle.
"We have lost many lives, but we have won the battle, my dear niece. Your efforts are wasted. Our people are safe. We must take only the strong to survive." He looked at her appraisingly. "Myself and Eomer are leading a company of horsemen to escort Gandalf and Lord Aragorn to Gondor. It is my wish that you stay here and watch over our people."
Her blood ran cold and she stiffened her tongue before she could lash out. "My Lord, forgive me, but I do not think that would be wise. My talents would be much more needed on the battlefield than here, tending to those who can take care of themselves!" She felt her anger start to boil, and worked furiously to maintain control of her emotions.
The King turned his cold eye on her. "Eowyn, the world outside of Helms Deep is much too dangerous for you. We need a strong leader here to maintain control of the people. You are the right choice for the task, as Eomer must come with me. For once, sister-daughter, just please accept my decision and obey your orders."
"No," she said defiantly, and the King slumped in his throne, "I am coming with you, and that is my final decision."
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She stood there before him, cold and bright. Her skin was glowing with power and a sense of pride and self. Her eyes were dark with determination and her jaw was set. She was an image of the grace and beauty of women, yet also of the fierceness and loyalty of a warrior. It was astounding that two such rare qualities were so strongly embedded in the soul of one woman.
Her beauty was not that of Galadriel or Arwen, who were both so astounding that light seemed to bloom from inside them. Nay, Eowyn was not that kind of beauty. Her beauty came from within. She was fair to look at, but not mesmerizing. But she shone with an inner strength that was so rare to come across. There was defiance in her blood, and self-assurance.
Legolas was not the only one to have seen this in the Shield Maiden. He knew that Aragorn, the last true King of Men, had seen this amazing quality in the Lady Eowyn as well. Although Aragorn was currently a lover of the Lady Arwen of Rivendell, his eyes had been glued to Eowyn since they had first seen her in Edoras.
A sharp movement in front of him caught his attention. Eowyn was leaving the presence of the King, and, judging by her expression, she had won the battle. The King was slumped in his throne, head in his hands.
Aragorn had been watching the scene with a playful smirk playing across his lips. The Ranger turned to Legolas with an inquisitive gaze on his face, however, when he saw Legolas' eyes glued to Eowyn's retreating form.
"Captivated, nin mellon?" Aragorn asked in all seriousness. Gimli the Dwarf looked up from his low height and stared at the Elf and the Man.
Legolas reluctantly tore his eyes from her form and stared at Aragorn. "I do not know what you are speaking of, Estel. But I do wish to know what happened. I am afraid I did not catch the end of their exchange."
Aragorn raised one eyebrow but did not comment on this. "Eowyn is to accompany us to Gondor. She is now fetching her sword and dagger, as well as the other appropriate tools that she will take with us."
"Quite temper, that young lass has," Gimli observed gruffly. He winked up at Legolas. "She's a fiery one, laddie. I'd beware if I were you."
Legolas looked down harshly at Gimli. "Do not make assumptions, Gimli. I am by no means taken by the White Lady of Rohan. I merely admire her determination."
The two others exchanged furtive glances. "It was you who said it, laddie, not me." Gimli laughed heartily, and walked away before Legolas could make another useless attempt to knock down any assumptions.
The Elf Prince swore fast and furious under his breath, and Aragorn laughed. "Do not mind him, Legolas, for our dwarf companion is merely testing your limits. He shall not bring up the matter again."
Privately, both of them disagreed with this last statement.
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A company of many experienced and skilled horsemen was leaving Helms Deep. There had been many tearful farewells between husband and wife, as well as father and child. But the assurance of the King that the men would come home safely somewhat diminished the fear.
Eowyn sat tall and proud aboard her black steed. She had chosen a temperamental black stallion to ride, in disrespect to all who had scoffed her off as a joke. Her sword rested valiantly on her hip, and two daggers were hidden beneath the folds of her dress.
The men were laughing at her, waiting for her to turn back from the ride. They whispered about how strange she was, thinking that she would be an asset to this company of riders. But she planned to prove them all wrong. She, Eowyn of Rohan, would have a kill count higher than any of them, and she would survive to see the end of this war, good or bad, while they would be sent to early graves.
Legolas, with Gimli on his back, and Aragorn rode slightly in front of her. They were all chatting idly, not paying a spec of attention to their surroundings. Eowyn had never seen this side of the Elf Prince, she had always though him cold and aloof. But seeing him joking and laughing with his best friends was a joyous sight. She could not explain why this brought such happiness to her heart, but it did.
There was a sudden disturbance to the side of her, in the trees. She could see shapes moving amongst the shadows, but could not make out if they were friend or foe.
"Uncle!" she called out, searching frantically for the King, "Uncle!"
Theoden shifted in his saddle so that he could look at his niece directly. "This is not the best time, sister-daughter. Your matter of importance can surely wait while I discuss military tactics with Gandalf."
"But Uncle," she protested, "This is very important!" She did not want to shout out her discovery, lest the shadows were enemy forces and she alerted them to her knowledge of their presence.
"It can wait!" the King thundered decidedly, "Leave us alone now, Eowyn!"
The men around her snickered evilly. Eowyn shut them all with glaring looks, but then continued to look desperately for someone to help her. Her eyes fell on Legolas and Aragorn. The latter was still conversing with Gimli, but Legolas was staring at her, as if he knew that her eyes would fall on him.
Now determined, she urged the black horse up, and pulled alongside Legolas. He peered at her through concerned blue eyes. "What is wrong, Lady Eowyn?"
Hearing her name on his lips again sent chills down her spies, but she paid it no mind. "There are shadows following us. In the trees." Legolas pricked his pointed ears, and seemed to be sniffing the air.
His eyes widened in the tiniest of fashions, and he turned quickly to Aragorn. He said something very quickly and very harshly in Elvish. His hand dropped to the bow and arrow that lay awaiting by his side. Aragorn turned his head slightly towards the forest, and seeing the shadows, nodded to Gimli, who picked up his axe, and put his hand on the hilt of his sword.
"Theoden King!" called Aragorn, and the King turned around impatiently, "There are creatures waiting to attack us. They now rest in the bushes."
The rustling in the trees stopped immediately, and the progress of the horsemen halted. Eowyn caught sight of the men suddenly brandishing their daggers and other weapons. She put her own hand on her sword, holding it up with all of her might. Gimli's axe was at ready position.
The thrill of the coming battle coursed through her veins. She felt her body come alive with anticipation. She, Eowyn of Rohan, would finally have a chance to prove her worth to her people and her uncle. They would finally listen to her.
Aragorn pulled his horse up besides Eowyn, as did Legolas. Gimli quickly dismounted from Arod's back, giving Legolas more room to move and placing Gimli in a more comfortable position. With Legolas on one side and Aragorn on the other, Eowyn felt invincible. A cool grin of determination settled across her face.
A giant cry erupted from the previously silent woods. Eowyn's heart thudded in her chest. She readjusted her grip on the sword. She felt Legolas' gaze turn onto her for a second, and she dared to return the look.
"They are coming," said Gimli grimly, bracing himself.
Aragorn nodded. "Aye. Be ready, and be swift."
Legolas murmured a sentiment in his native tongue under his breath. Then he turned to Eowyn, just as the Uruks began to charge. "Be careful milady. I could not bear to see anything happen to you."
There was so much commotion and noise around her that she could not be sure of what he had said. Aragorn and Gimli appeared to not have noticed. Eowyn let her gaze rest of Legolas for one more second, before returning her attention the attackers now heading straight for her.
To Be Continued.
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Author's Notes: This story is going to be MOVIE-CANON! Please do not tell me that I should read the books based on my story, because I have indeed read all of them. This fic takes place after the Battle of Helms Deep and will continue up through the end of Return of the King. Seeing as how RotK is not yet released, I shall be mostly working on chapters leading up to that movie. Because of that, updating might be slow, and the story will really get underway after RotK comes out. But please do note that this story is to be based on the movies, not the books. Most of this story will also be Alternate-Universe, so either accept that from the start or turn away now. Please leave a review!
.x. Moonlit Tears .x.
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The noise of the battle above had ceased as quickly as it had started. Eowyn abandoned her post at the entrance to the caves and ran to the surface as quickly as she could.
All around her was chaos. Eowyn shielded her eyes against the blinding light, and searched wildly for Lord Aragorn. He had come to her before the battle, telling her that theirs was a love that could never exist. It had broken her heart, but she was strong and she knew that she would overcome this in time.
But Aragorn was nowhere to be seen now. The people surrounding her were helping others to safety and the medicinal care. She saw her uncle, King Theoden in deep conference with Gandalf the White, but there was no sign of Aragorn. Her heart leapt into her throat, and she felt the first nauseating waves of fear pass over her body.
A soft voice behind her whispered, "Milady, are you searching for Lord Aragorn?"
Eowyn turned quickly and found herself gazing at Legolas, the Elven companion of her missing Lord. "Yes, Master Elf, I am. Have you seen him? Do you know what became of him?"
"He is fine, Milady," answered the Elf with cool confidence. There was something about his tone that made Eowyn very confident in his answer.
She took a good look at the Elf for the first time, and almost lost her breath at the beauty she found there. Eowyn had heard of the beauty of the Elven races for many years, and she had laid her eyes upon many elves. But none had a beauty so breathtaking as the man who stood before her. He seemed to be of Heaven, he could not be a mere creature living on Earth.
"Are you alright, Milady?" asked the Prince of Mirkwood, peering at her through fathomless blue eyes.
She snapped back to her senses. "Yes, yes of course." Her words came out a bit breathless.
"Eowyn!" came a call in a familiar and wonderful masculine voice. The Shield Maiden turned around and saw Aragorn standing there, rugged and handsome in his own way. All thoughts of the blonde elf were thrown from her mind as she rushed into his arms.
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There was so much sorrow everywhere, so much suffering. Eowyn walked between the rows of people, tending to those who needed a healing hand, and giving comfort to those who sought it. She was still angry at not being allowed to do her part in the battle that had taken place the previous night, but now her skills were needed. She had to put aside her anger and focus on the task at hand.
As the fair-haired woman bent over to give water to a man gasping from dehydration, she felt a hand on her shoulder. She moved her hand slowly to her waist, where a small dagger was hiding, and then whirled around quickly, bringing the weapon to the throat of her enemy.
She found herself staring into the deep blue eyes of Legolas Greenleaf, an elf who had come with Lord Aragorn to lend aid to Rohan. His expression was calm, but he flinched uncomfortably under the piercing sharpness of the blade at his throat.
Eowyn dropped the dagger with a startled yelp. She hadn't expected to see a friendly face. In fact, she had been hoping that there was an enemy at her back. Then she would have been able to kill it, and prove her worth as a Shield Maiden. But instead it was the elf, who had remained aloof and cold the entire time from when she had first met him.
"Forgive me, Master Elf," she said quickly, giving the bit of water to the gasping man and then turning back to Legolas, "I fear I am still a bit over- cautious from last night's battle. You never know when an enemy can be at your back. I like to be prepared for anything."
His eyes betrayed amusement but his expression still remained serious. "Your uncle the King wishes you to attend a council he is holding with Gandalf the White at this time. I was sent to fetch you and deliver you back to his side." There was still no change of expression, but she could detect a slight bitterness in his tone.
Eowyn cast a glance at the moaning people lying around her. Women and their children were rushing about the fortress searching for their male loved ones. Eowyn's heart went out to the women who would find charred and scarred remains, and she felt even more for those who would find nothing at all.
"I cannot leave at this time," she stated firmly, "Tell my uncle that I shall return to his side when I am done with my duties here as a healer."
"Milady, my instructions were specific. Deliver you to the King and make it quick. I must follow orders from those in a higher status than I."
Eowyn angrily tucked a strand of blonde hair behind her ears. The hair was matted and dirty but it did not matter. She would rather bear the scars of battle than erase all memory of them. "You are an Elf, Master Greenleaf. You do not take orders from mere mortals."
Legolas gazed at her appraisingly. "I was asked to deliver you to the King. It was my choice to accept the orders. And now I shall follow through with my instructions." His tone softened a bit. "Please, milady, come with me. My kin is lying out here too. They are not being tended to, for their loved ones are far away in the Undying Lands. But if their will is strong enough, they shall hold on to life. Leave your people for now. They will still be here when you come back." He extended a hand. "Please, Lady Eowyn, let me lead you to your Uncle."
That was the first time she had ever heard her name on his lips. His Elvish accent sounded like water on smooth rock. Hearing her name said like that sent shivers down her spine, though she could not determine the reason. But something about that compelled her to accept the elf's hand, and let him lead her through the masses of wounded and into the fortress to seek audience with her uncle, the King.
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"You wished to speak to me, Uncle?" Eowyn asked, curtsying low before her kin. She kept her eyes on the ground, as was proper for a woman holding court with the King.
"You may place your eyes on me, sister-daughter," the King commanded in his booming voice. Eowyn obediently raised her eyes. She saw out of the corner of her line of vision, Legolas the Elf grimacing at the harsh tone being used by her uncle.
"We have lost many lives, but we have won the battle, my dear niece. Your efforts are wasted. Our people are safe. We must take only the strong to survive." He looked at her appraisingly. "Myself and Eomer are leading a company of horsemen to escort Gandalf and Lord Aragorn to Gondor. It is my wish that you stay here and watch over our people."
Her blood ran cold and she stiffened her tongue before she could lash out. "My Lord, forgive me, but I do not think that would be wise. My talents would be much more needed on the battlefield than here, tending to those who can take care of themselves!" She felt her anger start to boil, and worked furiously to maintain control of her emotions.
The King turned his cold eye on her. "Eowyn, the world outside of Helms Deep is much too dangerous for you. We need a strong leader here to maintain control of the people. You are the right choice for the task, as Eomer must come with me. For once, sister-daughter, just please accept my decision and obey your orders."
"No," she said defiantly, and the King slumped in his throne, "I am coming with you, and that is my final decision."
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She stood there before him, cold and bright. Her skin was glowing with power and a sense of pride and self. Her eyes were dark with determination and her jaw was set. She was an image of the grace and beauty of women, yet also of the fierceness and loyalty of a warrior. It was astounding that two such rare qualities were so strongly embedded in the soul of one woman.
Her beauty was not that of Galadriel or Arwen, who were both so astounding that light seemed to bloom from inside them. Nay, Eowyn was not that kind of beauty. Her beauty came from within. She was fair to look at, but not mesmerizing. But she shone with an inner strength that was so rare to come across. There was defiance in her blood, and self-assurance.
Legolas was not the only one to have seen this in the Shield Maiden. He knew that Aragorn, the last true King of Men, had seen this amazing quality in the Lady Eowyn as well. Although Aragorn was currently a lover of the Lady Arwen of Rivendell, his eyes had been glued to Eowyn since they had first seen her in Edoras.
A sharp movement in front of him caught his attention. Eowyn was leaving the presence of the King, and, judging by her expression, she had won the battle. The King was slumped in his throne, head in his hands.
Aragorn had been watching the scene with a playful smirk playing across his lips. The Ranger turned to Legolas with an inquisitive gaze on his face, however, when he saw Legolas' eyes glued to Eowyn's retreating form.
"Captivated, nin mellon?" Aragorn asked in all seriousness. Gimli the Dwarf looked up from his low height and stared at the Elf and the Man.
Legolas reluctantly tore his eyes from her form and stared at Aragorn. "I do not know what you are speaking of, Estel. But I do wish to know what happened. I am afraid I did not catch the end of their exchange."
Aragorn raised one eyebrow but did not comment on this. "Eowyn is to accompany us to Gondor. She is now fetching her sword and dagger, as well as the other appropriate tools that she will take with us."
"Quite temper, that young lass has," Gimli observed gruffly. He winked up at Legolas. "She's a fiery one, laddie. I'd beware if I were you."
Legolas looked down harshly at Gimli. "Do not make assumptions, Gimli. I am by no means taken by the White Lady of Rohan. I merely admire her determination."
The two others exchanged furtive glances. "It was you who said it, laddie, not me." Gimli laughed heartily, and walked away before Legolas could make another useless attempt to knock down any assumptions.
The Elf Prince swore fast and furious under his breath, and Aragorn laughed. "Do not mind him, Legolas, for our dwarf companion is merely testing your limits. He shall not bring up the matter again."
Privately, both of them disagreed with this last statement.
( ( . : . ) )
A company of many experienced and skilled horsemen was leaving Helms Deep. There had been many tearful farewells between husband and wife, as well as father and child. But the assurance of the King that the men would come home safely somewhat diminished the fear.
Eowyn sat tall and proud aboard her black steed. She had chosen a temperamental black stallion to ride, in disrespect to all who had scoffed her off as a joke. Her sword rested valiantly on her hip, and two daggers were hidden beneath the folds of her dress.
The men were laughing at her, waiting for her to turn back from the ride. They whispered about how strange she was, thinking that she would be an asset to this company of riders. But she planned to prove them all wrong. She, Eowyn of Rohan, would have a kill count higher than any of them, and she would survive to see the end of this war, good or bad, while they would be sent to early graves.
Legolas, with Gimli on his back, and Aragorn rode slightly in front of her. They were all chatting idly, not paying a spec of attention to their surroundings. Eowyn had never seen this side of the Elf Prince, she had always though him cold and aloof. But seeing him joking and laughing with his best friends was a joyous sight. She could not explain why this brought such happiness to her heart, but it did.
There was a sudden disturbance to the side of her, in the trees. She could see shapes moving amongst the shadows, but could not make out if they were friend or foe.
"Uncle!" she called out, searching frantically for the King, "Uncle!"
Theoden shifted in his saddle so that he could look at his niece directly. "This is not the best time, sister-daughter. Your matter of importance can surely wait while I discuss military tactics with Gandalf."
"But Uncle," she protested, "This is very important!" She did not want to shout out her discovery, lest the shadows were enemy forces and she alerted them to her knowledge of their presence.
"It can wait!" the King thundered decidedly, "Leave us alone now, Eowyn!"
The men around her snickered evilly. Eowyn shut them all with glaring looks, but then continued to look desperately for someone to help her. Her eyes fell on Legolas and Aragorn. The latter was still conversing with Gimli, but Legolas was staring at her, as if he knew that her eyes would fall on him.
Now determined, she urged the black horse up, and pulled alongside Legolas. He peered at her through concerned blue eyes. "What is wrong, Lady Eowyn?"
Hearing her name on his lips again sent chills down her spies, but she paid it no mind. "There are shadows following us. In the trees." Legolas pricked his pointed ears, and seemed to be sniffing the air.
His eyes widened in the tiniest of fashions, and he turned quickly to Aragorn. He said something very quickly and very harshly in Elvish. His hand dropped to the bow and arrow that lay awaiting by his side. Aragorn turned his head slightly towards the forest, and seeing the shadows, nodded to Gimli, who picked up his axe, and put his hand on the hilt of his sword.
"Theoden King!" called Aragorn, and the King turned around impatiently, "There are creatures waiting to attack us. They now rest in the bushes."
The rustling in the trees stopped immediately, and the progress of the horsemen halted. Eowyn caught sight of the men suddenly brandishing their daggers and other weapons. She put her own hand on her sword, holding it up with all of her might. Gimli's axe was at ready position.
The thrill of the coming battle coursed through her veins. She felt her body come alive with anticipation. She, Eowyn of Rohan, would finally have a chance to prove her worth to her people and her uncle. They would finally listen to her.
Aragorn pulled his horse up besides Eowyn, as did Legolas. Gimli quickly dismounted from Arod's back, giving Legolas more room to move and placing Gimli in a more comfortable position. With Legolas on one side and Aragorn on the other, Eowyn felt invincible. A cool grin of determination settled across her face.
A giant cry erupted from the previously silent woods. Eowyn's heart thudded in her chest. She readjusted her grip on the sword. She felt Legolas' gaze turn onto her for a second, and she dared to return the look.
"They are coming," said Gimli grimly, bracing himself.
Aragorn nodded. "Aye. Be ready, and be swift."
Legolas murmured a sentiment in his native tongue under his breath. Then he turned to Eowyn, just as the Uruks began to charge. "Be careful milady. I could not bear to see anything happen to you."
There was so much commotion and noise around her that she could not be sure of what he had said. Aragorn and Gimli appeared to not have noticed. Eowyn let her gaze rest of Legolas for one more second, before returning her attention the attackers now heading straight for her.
To Be Continued.
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Author's Notes: This story is going to be MOVIE-CANON! Please do not tell me that I should read the books based on my story, because I have indeed read all of them. This fic takes place after the Battle of Helms Deep and will continue up through the end of Return of the King. Seeing as how RotK is not yet released, I shall be mostly working on chapters leading up to that movie. Because of that, updating might be slow, and the story will really get underway after RotK comes out. But please do note that this story is to be based on the movies, not the books. Most of this story will also be Alternate-Universe, so either accept that from the start or turn away now. Please leave a review!
.x. Moonlit Tears .x.