No One But You
Chapter 2
by Vickietori


A/N: Thank you so much for reviewing this! I had no idea that these names were actually in Middle Earth's history (I'm not good at history and stuff) Well, Tuor isn't supposed to be the mortal man in the First Age... It's just a random elvish name I liked. Anyhoozerhankeydoodle, this chapter is a bit short, but I think I did well on it. Enjoy! (and review ^.^)

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When night came, Tuor and Eámanë had fled into the forest. They knew better then to sleep on the open plains of Rohan. Tuor sat making a fire while Eámanë sat up in a tree gazing at the stars in deep thought. She took in a deep breath of the damp evening air.

Tuor finished with the fire and was now sharpening his sword. In the sword, he saw Eámanë's reflection. The fire's light danced on the golden strands of her hair.

What are you up to? he asked.

Just thinking... she replied.

What about?

Could you do me a favor? she asked him, unsheathing her daggers. She threw them down to him one at a time, and he caught them with ease. Sharpen these for me. Tuor could tell she was avoiding the subject. He set down his own blade and rubbed his thumb down the blade.

You were thinking about your past again, weren't you? He was trying hard to get an answer out of her, but she didn't give one. She never did. He knew he shouldn't ask more. Looks sharp enough to me... he said tossing one blade back up to her, changing the subject. She caught it by the handle and examined it herself. But this one looks a bit dull... Tuor pulled a smaller stone from his pouch and sharpened the blade. A few golden sparks flew around him. He put the stone down and felt the blade. He looked up at Eámanë and then tossed the dagger to her like he did with the other. She examined it like the last until she fit it back into it's scabbard.

she said to him. He nodded and stared back into the fire. Eámanë sighed again and returned her stare up at the stars. Tuor was right. Her past haunted her every night. She tried to make sense of it all, but all she remembers is falling in Tuor's arm on night, covered in bruises and tattered clothes. Since that night, no one has been able to find who abused and treated her like that. Even she couldn't remember...

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After Tuor had fallen asleep, Eámanë jumped down from the tree limb. She made as little noise as possible, trying not to disturb her light sleeper. She kicked dirt on the fire and set out a blanket for herself to sleep on. But instead of sleeping, she sat on it cross legged and watched Tuor sleep.

After a few minutes, she felt she couldn't keep her eyes open for much longer. She laid down on her side and closed her eyes. A second later, though, her ears caught the slightest sound of thumping. She opened her eyes and listened closer. It sounded like a thousand hearts pounding fiercely. Frowning, she got to her feet and climbed the same tree only to the first branch. And looking into the dark forest, she saw what looked like a white wave flowing through the trees. Looking closer, she saw it was a stampede of horses.

Then she realized the stampede was coming close to their camp! Right where Tuor slept!

she called below her. He didn't hear her. she called louder. The horses were nearing and Tuor still did not awake. As quick as she could, Eámanë jumped from the tree and shook her friend frantically. TUOR!! Wake up!! Tuor's eyes finally opened lazily.

What is it? OW!! he screamed as Eámanë slapped him across the face to wake him.

Quick! Up in the tree! she pointed. She ran back to the tree and climbed it quickly followed by Tuor. He stayed on a branch below her. The horses then filed over their camp destroying all of their possessions. Eámanë took in a deep sigh of relief. She held her chest taking in breath after breath trying to reclaim herself. She looked down at Tuor.

Are you hurt? she asked.

My face stings a bit... he replied giving her a sour look. But no... other then that, I'm fine. When the last horse trampled over their camp, Tuor jumped down from the tree. He went to his bag, now smashed as flat as the earth below him. He reached in it and pulled out a crumbling cake. No more lembas for a while, he joked.

Something scared them... Eámanë acknowledged looking to where the horses came. Tuor yanked off a piece of lembas and stuck it in his mouth.

What do you think it was? he asked between chews. She shook her head.

I don't know... But... what could be great enough to frighten such beasts as that? she asked herself. Tuor swallowed the lembas and shook his head too. She then looked at him and back at the camp. Our weapons are still safe... We can still fight anything we find. She stopped and looked up at him. Shall we go and see what caused those horses to stampede like that? Tuor shrugged.

Why not? If it's anything that needs destroying, we can do it in, he said with a sly grin as he unsheathed his sword.

Don't get too ahead of yourself... she warned him.

I can't help myself. You know that! He ran ahead of her a couple of paces and then stopped. Are we going or what? Eámanë smiled shortly and followed. But something was troubling her inside. She was positive they would find something, but she feared it was something more then they expected.

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