Ok I plan on making Eomer a big character from here on out. I think he's
awesome. This time next year we'll all be sick of Eomer stories, believe
me ladies he's the next big thing;)
Eomer was standing silently, his arms crossed over his broad chest as he gazed out the large window before him. It faced the east. What evil was now there was not as powerful as Sauron, asGandalf had said, but still he worried for his people. They were recovering from the dark lord's reign but an attack right now would devaste them. Most likely it would not break their back for the Rohirrim was full of battle hardened men who had faced the worst war of man's history, but it could cripple them. He had no heir, and the weight of that fact had not rested on his shoulders until recently.
His advisor's had urged him to go into talks with Prince Imrahil, who's daughter was of age to marry and was said to be fair and kind. But he did not want to think of marrying while his people struggled, every moment was their's. And he wasn't going anywhere, he would have an heir years from now when he was ready. He wasn't planning on dying anytime soon.
"My Lord!" A voice from behind him made him turn in alarm. "A rider has come from the northern border, he bear's ill tidings." The soldier before him was out of breath, his eyes wide.
"What news has he?" He asked as the soldier swallowed.
"An army my king. Urak Hai from the forest of Mirkwood, they travel swiftly by day and do not stop for rest. They march this way." He backed away hurriedly as Eomer rushed past him through the halls.
When he saw the rider that had given the news he knew he had made haste, the horse he had ridden was foamed with sweat and his breathing was labored. His eyes softened as he looked at the animal and looked to the servant to the left of him.
"Take him to the stabbles, no horse of Rohan should see such a state." The man did as he was told, gently leading the great horse away. Eomer turned to the rider who looked tired and almost ill.
"How far are they?" He asked the man, as he stood stiff at attention.
"At the most two days your majesty."
"How many?" His hands clasped behind his back and he knit his brow.
"I estimated their numbers at five hundred and a thousand sir." Eomer let his eyes wander, his thoughts running wild. He'd sent out his riders to call his men back to Edoras and they would be here in four days. He couldn't hold battle here, he needed his people far from the conflict such a battle would pose on them.
What of Gandalf's travelers? Were they captives now, or killed. He prayed not for his friend Legolas was among them. His eyes were bright and sharp.
"We will take the Eored and meet them head on. We cannot allow them too near the city." He said to the stout man that was kneeling along with five others on the steps of the palace. His highest general, who stood and brought his fist to his chest.
"Rouse the men, we leave at dusk and ride hard." His voice had turned loud, not only so all could hear, but so their courage would be lit and their pride strengthened. "We will not let the creatures of Mordor march our lands once more!"
When the next day came they did not rest, the enemy was now on their heals. Legolas had spotted their numbers swarming over the very hill they had watched the sunset the night before. They would catch them unless they ran their hardest the whole way to Edoras, which if they were all elves or of the great breed of men like Aragorn it could be done.
Elora and Morgan were keeping up well so far, but he knew they would tire. He kept turning his bright eyes to their pursuers, counting their numbers and their distance. They were closing in fast and he hoped they would at least reach the plains before the mountains where the golden halls of Edoras sat. Surely Eomer had heard of the army by now, and the Rohirrim would be riding to them. At least that is what he held hope for.
"This is folly!" Elora said as she stopped running and came to a halt, panting as she took air into her lungs. "I have outrun many enemies but these that follow us will not give up until I am at the feet of Bavmorda." She turned back and frowned as the creatures tramped over the beautiful plains. "And I don't want to bring them to the city we seek." Legolas was not seeing a point to her words, only that they were letting the enemy catch up to their pace.
"By nightfall there will be more of them." He said as he pointed towards the direction they came. "The mountain orc's will join them, and some of the Dunland hoard are again riding with them. We cannot fight them alone, we need the men of Rohan if we are to get you away from here safely." But Elora closed her eyes and shook her head.
"No, if they find us they will take me to Mordor and kill you both. I will not allow that to happen." She looked at both man and elf with a stern expression and knew it would be a miracle to convince them to go along with her will. And she wasn't even sure it would work, but she couldn't let these creatures continue to follow. "Trust me." She said evenly and then spoke at length. "I will turn eastward and you will continue to Edoras and find the king you seek, they will come for me and if some go your way it won't many." She raised a hand to stop their protest and went on. "And when they have taken me and are far from you I will destroy them. I cannot do this if I fear you are near me, I can't control my skill well enough to spare you. You must be far away and so I'm asking you to run now and do not look back." Morgan pulled forward his sword and shook his head.
"They will not kill me." She said trying to stop him from arguing but Legolas stepped forward and interveined for him.
"No, they will do worse." His bright eyes were so full of emotion that she looked away from their blue stare.
"They are overtaking us, so we will fight with you! Don't speak so foolishly, you must survive!" His voice was harsh and thick with emotion that he could not hold back. A deep fear could be seen planely in his eyes.
"I will survive Morgan, listen to me! The gift Cherlindrea gave me will wipe them out and that is the only way to ensure that the land of Rohan will not be destroyed if and when we go to Gondor. These lands will be left without their king and defenseless." Her eyes were dark and full of toil. "I have seen Bavmorda's mind in my dreams, she means to kill the race of men and take their lands. Then the meek of these lands will be her slaves, just as it was back home years ago. I have seen that she means for her army to destroy these lands and then move on to Gondor where more orc's await battle." Legolas said nothing, he was looking at her as if he was seeing her for the first time. She was strong and beautiful but also held a power so great it was tearing at her to simply possess it. He believed her words. "Your father died fighting Bavmorda, he knew she couldn't continue to reign and I will defeat her Morgan. I will be fine, if this light I carry is half as harsh in use as it is to control it will be more than enough." She saw a look in his eyes that was new and intense. His sword was lowered and his eyes were wet with unshed tears.
He loved her and now he was going to lose her. He had fallen for her when they were young and never had he said it, nor would he. Elora Danan was not only a princess or a pretty maiden, she wasn't just a woman with a sword. She was great, and she was too good for him. The only man for her would be greater than he had ever met, someone as mighty as Lord Martigan and wise as the elf Legolas. Her mind worked like a seasoned king of old and her mercy moved him. He could tell by her eyes that she would do this no matter what words he said.
"As you wish." The whisper was forced and he swallowed and looked away from her dark eyes.
"Don't fear for me, worry about yourselves. They won't kill me but you they want to destroy." She took a step forward and lay a hand on Morgan's shoulder and smiled. "Go my friend, make haste." She then turned to Legolas and sighed.
"Prince Legolas, we shall meet again. I will travel back this way when I am able, have faith and keep a watch for me, I don't have provisions for long." He nodded and looked on her with reverence and a kind smile. His heart ached to think such a beautful creature might fall, but she well aware of her danger.
"Until our next meeting." With that he touched Morgan's shoulder and the two turned away and began running.
"Hey I was just getting to sleep! Do you always have to run?" Rool sat up from his craddle in the hood of Elora's cloak and frowned. He had been there since the morning and Elora hadn't seemed to notice, but now as he peeked out of the hood he saw that the elf and Morgan were now far away running in the opposite direction as Elora, and Fran Jean was with them in the leather bag Morgan had slung over his shoulder.
"What's going on!" He cried as he tumbled on his back in the hood as he lost his balance.
Elora didn't notice him she simply ran as fast as her legs would take her, heading east. Every once in a while she glanced back to see where Morgan and Legolas were and she was glad to see that they were far away already. But also the orc's were now splitting into two groups and she cursed as she saw that many were following her companions as well as she. She hoped they would be alright.
When night was falling Legolas knew they would have to fight. The hills around them were becoming higher and steep. They were near Edoras, but he could not yet see the golden halls. The enemy was but one league away and he could hear their harsh cries and heavy steps.
"I feel helpless, she is far away and most likely ensnared by now. What if she is lost?" Morgan said as he looked over his shoulder to the east. A shadow loomed there and his face was grim.
"She will live, a heart so great is not easily put assunder. Her valor matches and surpasses that of many elven warriors I have known." He slowed his pace to a stop and glanced behind them then to the hills that hid Edoras from view.
"I fear we must make our stand." He turned around and his eyes swept over the enemy as he pulled his white knives forward and looked to Morgan who was breathing heavily. He unsheathed his sword and turned the blade in his hand.
"Then I'm glad, we have at least drawn these orc from Elora." Both ducked suddenly as an arrow whizzed past, then another.
"If only I had arrows I would cut them down from here, we must get closer and fight hand to hand." He said as they began to run towards the hoard of orc's that roared and howled as they charged.
And that was how Eomer, king of the mark found them. Rushing the enemy of hundreds when they were only two and he looked in awe. He and his men were riding hard over the hills and he had heard the orc's as he approached. He recognized Legolas, running fast his twin blades ready at his sides.
"Forth Eorlingas!" His call was loud and his men shouted as they shot off down the hill towards the orc's.
Legolas was already training his first advance on an approaching Urak hai when they suddenly all let out sharp cries and halted. Arrows were shot again only this time they were each dropping one of the enemy. He looked behind him and his face brightened and he let out a loud call in elvish that made Morgan look back at him with a frown.
The thudding of of great Rohan steeds was like thunder and their arrows were true and their swords drawn. Their golden helm's shining in the waning light and the orc's were filled with fear as they saw their doom draw to them.
"The pale riders!" Could be heard from the enemy as the riders began to turn and made another pass, arrows flying at the foul creatures flank.
Legolas rushed forward as the orcs began to scatter and spun his glimmering blades expertly in his hands as he stalked an orc that had caught his eye. His eyes shone like a blue flame and he easily dodged the desperate blow the orc delt him and in one quick motion used both his blades sweeping in opposite directions to behead the creature.
In their hasty charge the orcs were all in one thick group and quickly the horses were seperating and circling around them, arrows hitting their marks and many fell. The riders then dismounted and went into hand to hand combat. Eomer standing taller than any weilding Guthwine his sword with authority, walked to Legolas and the two smiled broadly at one another.
"Again we fight side by side my friend!" Eomer said as he cut down an large orc with one stroke of his sword, and it looked as natural to him as breathing.
"Never have I wished to see your golden helm so much in the years I've known you!" Legolas said as he twirled his blades and struck an orc behind him and then turned and stabbed another and then slashed his blades across his throat.
"Where are your companions, Gandalf told me of them." He shouted as Legolas whipped hsi head around and saw Morgan fighting next to two Rohan soldiers.
"One is with me now, the other I fear traveled east to draw the rest of the enemy away." Eomer frowned at this but did not say more, choosing to concentrate on the fight at hand.
When only half a dozen remained Legolas and Eomer lowered their weapons, the orc's stood with their hands in the air begging for mercy. The Eored circled them, bow's trained at their heads and then looked to their leader. Eomer nodded, his eyes heated with the fire of battle as he turned and missed the orc's as they fell to the ground lifeless.
"Well that was invigorating." He said as he turned to his elven friend who was plucking unsplintered arrows from the orc's filling his quiver. Morgan stood not far from them and was leaning on his sword wearily, his shoulder bled but he used his arm as normal and didn't seem to be in pain.
"Gandalf did not mention names when he told of your coming." He approached Morgan who stood straight and nodded.
"I am Morgan Thaughbaer of the kingdom of Tir Asleen." Eomer nodded to him and Morgan noted that the man was nearly a good ten inches over his head. He took his helm off and long unruly blonde hair fell from it, he had a short cropped beard and his eyes were bright.
"I am Eomer King of the Mark, leader of Rohan and her army the Rohirrim. I welcome your help to our cause." And then he paused and looked back to Legolas who looked east as he wiped his knives clean of orc blood.
"Gandalf said there would be a woman among you." He said as Legolas turned a grim face to the king and nodded. "She is the one who went east, and now I fear we must go after her. I doubt that she thought of the torment she would receive from the creatures that are foreign to her." He had a feeling she had gotten herself into a situation she could not mend. Though her intentions were noble.
"And you did not stop her?" Eomer asked in disbelief as Legolas sighed.
"She would have left no matter what my council." He said as Eomer grunted and sheathed his sword shaking his head. "Women."
How was that? I'm writing the next chapter as you read this so please r/r!
Thanx to those who've given me advice on who the romance should be with(Lady of Legolas, BlueWaterNymph, Dragonlet), I'm not really the gushy type but I think you all will like how this turns out...I hope.
Eomer was standing silently, his arms crossed over his broad chest as he gazed out the large window before him. It faced the east. What evil was now there was not as powerful as Sauron, asGandalf had said, but still he worried for his people. They were recovering from the dark lord's reign but an attack right now would devaste them. Most likely it would not break their back for the Rohirrim was full of battle hardened men who had faced the worst war of man's history, but it could cripple them. He had no heir, and the weight of that fact had not rested on his shoulders until recently.
His advisor's had urged him to go into talks with Prince Imrahil, who's daughter was of age to marry and was said to be fair and kind. But he did not want to think of marrying while his people struggled, every moment was their's. And he wasn't going anywhere, he would have an heir years from now when he was ready. He wasn't planning on dying anytime soon.
"My Lord!" A voice from behind him made him turn in alarm. "A rider has come from the northern border, he bear's ill tidings." The soldier before him was out of breath, his eyes wide.
"What news has he?" He asked as the soldier swallowed.
"An army my king. Urak Hai from the forest of Mirkwood, they travel swiftly by day and do not stop for rest. They march this way." He backed away hurriedly as Eomer rushed past him through the halls.
When he saw the rider that had given the news he knew he had made haste, the horse he had ridden was foamed with sweat and his breathing was labored. His eyes softened as he looked at the animal and looked to the servant to the left of him.
"Take him to the stabbles, no horse of Rohan should see such a state." The man did as he was told, gently leading the great horse away. Eomer turned to the rider who looked tired and almost ill.
"How far are they?" He asked the man, as he stood stiff at attention.
"At the most two days your majesty."
"How many?" His hands clasped behind his back and he knit his brow.
"I estimated their numbers at five hundred and a thousand sir." Eomer let his eyes wander, his thoughts running wild. He'd sent out his riders to call his men back to Edoras and they would be here in four days. He couldn't hold battle here, he needed his people far from the conflict such a battle would pose on them.
What of Gandalf's travelers? Were they captives now, or killed. He prayed not for his friend Legolas was among them. His eyes were bright and sharp.
"We will take the Eored and meet them head on. We cannot allow them too near the city." He said to the stout man that was kneeling along with five others on the steps of the palace. His highest general, who stood and brought his fist to his chest.
"Rouse the men, we leave at dusk and ride hard." His voice had turned loud, not only so all could hear, but so their courage would be lit and their pride strengthened. "We will not let the creatures of Mordor march our lands once more!"
When the next day came they did not rest, the enemy was now on their heals. Legolas had spotted their numbers swarming over the very hill they had watched the sunset the night before. They would catch them unless they ran their hardest the whole way to Edoras, which if they were all elves or of the great breed of men like Aragorn it could be done.
Elora and Morgan were keeping up well so far, but he knew they would tire. He kept turning his bright eyes to their pursuers, counting their numbers and their distance. They were closing in fast and he hoped they would at least reach the plains before the mountains where the golden halls of Edoras sat. Surely Eomer had heard of the army by now, and the Rohirrim would be riding to them. At least that is what he held hope for.
"This is folly!" Elora said as she stopped running and came to a halt, panting as she took air into her lungs. "I have outrun many enemies but these that follow us will not give up until I am at the feet of Bavmorda." She turned back and frowned as the creatures tramped over the beautiful plains. "And I don't want to bring them to the city we seek." Legolas was not seeing a point to her words, only that they were letting the enemy catch up to their pace.
"By nightfall there will be more of them." He said as he pointed towards the direction they came. "The mountain orc's will join them, and some of the Dunland hoard are again riding with them. We cannot fight them alone, we need the men of Rohan if we are to get you away from here safely." But Elora closed her eyes and shook her head.
"No, if they find us they will take me to Mordor and kill you both. I will not allow that to happen." She looked at both man and elf with a stern expression and knew it would be a miracle to convince them to go along with her will. And she wasn't even sure it would work, but she couldn't let these creatures continue to follow. "Trust me." She said evenly and then spoke at length. "I will turn eastward and you will continue to Edoras and find the king you seek, they will come for me and if some go your way it won't many." She raised a hand to stop their protest and went on. "And when they have taken me and are far from you I will destroy them. I cannot do this if I fear you are near me, I can't control my skill well enough to spare you. You must be far away and so I'm asking you to run now and do not look back." Morgan pulled forward his sword and shook his head.
"They will not kill me." She said trying to stop him from arguing but Legolas stepped forward and interveined for him.
"No, they will do worse." His bright eyes were so full of emotion that she looked away from their blue stare.
"They are overtaking us, so we will fight with you! Don't speak so foolishly, you must survive!" His voice was harsh and thick with emotion that he could not hold back. A deep fear could be seen planely in his eyes.
"I will survive Morgan, listen to me! The gift Cherlindrea gave me will wipe them out and that is the only way to ensure that the land of Rohan will not be destroyed if and when we go to Gondor. These lands will be left without their king and defenseless." Her eyes were dark and full of toil. "I have seen Bavmorda's mind in my dreams, she means to kill the race of men and take their lands. Then the meek of these lands will be her slaves, just as it was back home years ago. I have seen that she means for her army to destroy these lands and then move on to Gondor where more orc's await battle." Legolas said nothing, he was looking at her as if he was seeing her for the first time. She was strong and beautiful but also held a power so great it was tearing at her to simply possess it. He believed her words. "Your father died fighting Bavmorda, he knew she couldn't continue to reign and I will defeat her Morgan. I will be fine, if this light I carry is half as harsh in use as it is to control it will be more than enough." She saw a look in his eyes that was new and intense. His sword was lowered and his eyes were wet with unshed tears.
He loved her and now he was going to lose her. He had fallen for her when they were young and never had he said it, nor would he. Elora Danan was not only a princess or a pretty maiden, she wasn't just a woman with a sword. She was great, and she was too good for him. The only man for her would be greater than he had ever met, someone as mighty as Lord Martigan and wise as the elf Legolas. Her mind worked like a seasoned king of old and her mercy moved him. He could tell by her eyes that she would do this no matter what words he said.
"As you wish." The whisper was forced and he swallowed and looked away from her dark eyes.
"Don't fear for me, worry about yourselves. They won't kill me but you they want to destroy." She took a step forward and lay a hand on Morgan's shoulder and smiled. "Go my friend, make haste." She then turned to Legolas and sighed.
"Prince Legolas, we shall meet again. I will travel back this way when I am able, have faith and keep a watch for me, I don't have provisions for long." He nodded and looked on her with reverence and a kind smile. His heart ached to think such a beautful creature might fall, but she well aware of her danger.
"Until our next meeting." With that he touched Morgan's shoulder and the two turned away and began running.
"Hey I was just getting to sleep! Do you always have to run?" Rool sat up from his craddle in the hood of Elora's cloak and frowned. He had been there since the morning and Elora hadn't seemed to notice, but now as he peeked out of the hood he saw that the elf and Morgan were now far away running in the opposite direction as Elora, and Fran Jean was with them in the leather bag Morgan had slung over his shoulder.
"What's going on!" He cried as he tumbled on his back in the hood as he lost his balance.
Elora didn't notice him she simply ran as fast as her legs would take her, heading east. Every once in a while she glanced back to see where Morgan and Legolas were and she was glad to see that they were far away already. But also the orc's were now splitting into two groups and she cursed as she saw that many were following her companions as well as she. She hoped they would be alright.
When night was falling Legolas knew they would have to fight. The hills around them were becoming higher and steep. They were near Edoras, but he could not yet see the golden halls. The enemy was but one league away and he could hear their harsh cries and heavy steps.
"I feel helpless, she is far away and most likely ensnared by now. What if she is lost?" Morgan said as he looked over his shoulder to the east. A shadow loomed there and his face was grim.
"She will live, a heart so great is not easily put assunder. Her valor matches and surpasses that of many elven warriors I have known." He slowed his pace to a stop and glanced behind them then to the hills that hid Edoras from view.
"I fear we must make our stand." He turned around and his eyes swept over the enemy as he pulled his white knives forward and looked to Morgan who was breathing heavily. He unsheathed his sword and turned the blade in his hand.
"Then I'm glad, we have at least drawn these orc from Elora." Both ducked suddenly as an arrow whizzed past, then another.
"If only I had arrows I would cut them down from here, we must get closer and fight hand to hand." He said as they began to run towards the hoard of orc's that roared and howled as they charged.
And that was how Eomer, king of the mark found them. Rushing the enemy of hundreds when they were only two and he looked in awe. He and his men were riding hard over the hills and he had heard the orc's as he approached. He recognized Legolas, running fast his twin blades ready at his sides.
"Forth Eorlingas!" His call was loud and his men shouted as they shot off down the hill towards the orc's.
Legolas was already training his first advance on an approaching Urak hai when they suddenly all let out sharp cries and halted. Arrows were shot again only this time they were each dropping one of the enemy. He looked behind him and his face brightened and he let out a loud call in elvish that made Morgan look back at him with a frown.
The thudding of of great Rohan steeds was like thunder and their arrows were true and their swords drawn. Their golden helm's shining in the waning light and the orc's were filled with fear as they saw their doom draw to them.
"The pale riders!" Could be heard from the enemy as the riders began to turn and made another pass, arrows flying at the foul creatures flank.
Legolas rushed forward as the orcs began to scatter and spun his glimmering blades expertly in his hands as he stalked an orc that had caught his eye. His eyes shone like a blue flame and he easily dodged the desperate blow the orc delt him and in one quick motion used both his blades sweeping in opposite directions to behead the creature.
In their hasty charge the orcs were all in one thick group and quickly the horses were seperating and circling around them, arrows hitting their marks and many fell. The riders then dismounted and went into hand to hand combat. Eomer standing taller than any weilding Guthwine his sword with authority, walked to Legolas and the two smiled broadly at one another.
"Again we fight side by side my friend!" Eomer said as he cut down an large orc with one stroke of his sword, and it looked as natural to him as breathing.
"Never have I wished to see your golden helm so much in the years I've known you!" Legolas said as he twirled his blades and struck an orc behind him and then turned and stabbed another and then slashed his blades across his throat.
"Where are your companions, Gandalf told me of them." He shouted as Legolas whipped hsi head around and saw Morgan fighting next to two Rohan soldiers.
"One is with me now, the other I fear traveled east to draw the rest of the enemy away." Eomer frowned at this but did not say more, choosing to concentrate on the fight at hand.
When only half a dozen remained Legolas and Eomer lowered their weapons, the orc's stood with their hands in the air begging for mercy. The Eored circled them, bow's trained at their heads and then looked to their leader. Eomer nodded, his eyes heated with the fire of battle as he turned and missed the orc's as they fell to the ground lifeless.
"Well that was invigorating." He said as he turned to his elven friend who was plucking unsplintered arrows from the orc's filling his quiver. Morgan stood not far from them and was leaning on his sword wearily, his shoulder bled but he used his arm as normal and didn't seem to be in pain.
"Gandalf did not mention names when he told of your coming." He approached Morgan who stood straight and nodded.
"I am Morgan Thaughbaer of the kingdom of Tir Asleen." Eomer nodded to him and Morgan noted that the man was nearly a good ten inches over his head. He took his helm off and long unruly blonde hair fell from it, he had a short cropped beard and his eyes were bright.
"I am Eomer King of the Mark, leader of Rohan and her army the Rohirrim. I welcome your help to our cause." And then he paused and looked back to Legolas who looked east as he wiped his knives clean of orc blood.
"Gandalf said there would be a woman among you." He said as Legolas turned a grim face to the king and nodded. "She is the one who went east, and now I fear we must go after her. I doubt that she thought of the torment she would receive from the creatures that are foreign to her." He had a feeling she had gotten herself into a situation she could not mend. Though her intentions were noble.
"And you did not stop her?" Eomer asked in disbelief as Legolas sighed.
"She would have left no matter what my council." He said as Eomer grunted and sheathed his sword shaking his head. "Women."
How was that? I'm writing the next chapter as you read this so please r/r!
Thanx to those who've given me advice on who the romance should be with(Lady of Legolas, BlueWaterNymph, Dragonlet), I'm not really the gushy type but I think you all will like how this turns out...I hope.