Chapter 4

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CHAPTER 4

" Was I not just in Edoras, where it was safe? We already fought a war there, and should we not have peace within my home? What enemies did come to Rohan now?" she asked. Night had fallen quite quickly to her dismay, and she realized with horror that this was not a dream from which she could awake.

" Mi'lady, wars are never over," he stated, " They are just put on hold, or merely waiting for someone to set them off. I cannot say who it is that has attacked Edoras. Orcs? Goblins? A wizard? Many could have been responsible for today, but I do not know. Nowhere is safe, nowhere at all."

She looked over at him through half-opened lids, her hands resting on her rumbled dress that only a few hours had been clean and wrinkleless. She dared not complain about it, though, nor say another word, because all that ever came of that was pain from her earlier attack. Thanks to the Elf Prince, it was healing faster than it would have normally.

" Rest now, Mi'lady. In the morning we shall leave." His back was supported by the rough bark of a tree. He would take watch for the night. After all, what could an injured woman do?

" Where to?" he heard her rasp. The pain must have caught her again…but he would not ask, for he knew she would simply deny it.

" The others are going to Mirkwood. I've spoken with my father about your people staying. They can only stay for a month though. It should give them enough time to train and ready themselves for battle. I was thinking of going back." A pregnant silence filled the air, and Eowyn was going to speak, but he continued. " I must go and see Galadriel. Would you come? Or do you want to go Mirkwood?"

" I shall follow you," she whispered. Her mind was washed over with thoughts of sleep, and her heavy lids soon closed.

Legolas drew a smile to his lips as he gazed over the sleeping form of Eowyn. She didn't look like the brave shield maiden who had slain the Witch-king. Rather, she looked like an innocent child, torn within a world of confusion that would not rid her soul. Her beauty had always captured him, even if his mind didn't want to admit it. Taking a liking, or finding any human attractive, was something an Elf was never to do, for humans were below elven standards. He was not even to fancy her, for women elves were so much more beautiful. Why was it not so in his eyes?

He shook himself from such thoughts. He was to save the Lady of Rohan, then return back to his home, from which his father would not exile him. It was true that the Rohirrim were heading to Mirkwood, but he had not asked permission of his father before they left. Instead, he had written a letter in their tongue and sent it along with the King of Rohan. He had hope within his heart, however, that his father would indeed give them a place to stay in their time of need. He had, after all, told Thranduil within the letter that the enemy who had invaded Rohan could easily come to Mirkwood, so they would need to work together.

" …Adar …" He whispered. His eyes were growing weary but he would not sleep - he had Eowyn to watch over. He would not let any harm come to her, but sleep was calling to him. Had it been so long since he had last slept? Why was he so weary now? He couldn't remember ever feeling this tired.

He rubbed his eyes. He would not sleep! He was an elf, and he needed to know how to sleep for weeks on end…Why was now different? His eyes were on the brink of closing, though he tried to fight the overwhelming temptation, But it began to sing such sweet words to him, to tell him such sweet things that he could not resist! " ..What black wizard magic is this?.." he asked, as sleep claimed his body.