The falls of the river took Boromir with open arms; no foul creature would be able to dishonour his bones. In the midst of the battle Frodo and Sam took a boat across the river and settled off in the direction that their journey would lead them.
Aragorn watched the water flow past him as Legolas pushed the boat in the water, "Hurry Frodo and Sam have already reached the western shore," he paused and looked at his leader, "you mean not to follow them?"
"Frodo's and Sam's path leads to a different path then ourselves. We will not abandon Merry and Pippin to torment and death at the hands of orcs." He stated as he started to pack, "leave all that can be spared, we tread light." After five minutes they left, pursuing the orcs.
Tara and her captain were still borne by their horses, each time they were rested they would let one of the fellowship ride. They were gaining on their friends' captors; soon they would be upon them. Amiya hoped that if the orcs ran into her army Amoco would only slaughter the orcs, not the two hobbits.
After three days of pursuit the sight of the Riders of Rohan rewarded them, they were coming swiftly towards their direction. When they were almost past them Aragorn stood up and called, "what news from the North, Riders of Rohan?"
The riders swiftly circled them, spears pointing at their chests, their captain stepped off his horse and when towards them. "Who are you and what are you doing in these land?" he said in the common tongue.
"I am called Strider, I came out of the north hunting orcs," answered Aragorn. At this the caption pulled his sword from its sheath and stared at the five travelers in front of him.
At length the marshal started to speak, "at first I thought yourselves as orcs, but now I see that it is not so. Indeed you know little of orcs, if you go hunting them in this fashion. They were swift and well armed, and there were many. You would have changed from hunters to prey, it you had overtaken them. But there is something strange about you Strider." He took a closer look at the Ranger. "That is no name for a man that you give. And strange too is your raiment. Have you sprung out of the grass? How did you escape our sight? Are you elvish folk?"
"No," Aragorn stated plainly, "only one in out company is elvish, Legolas from the Woodland Realm in distant Mirkwood. But we have passed through Lothlorien, and the gifts and favour of the Lady go with us."
The riders looked in wonder and bewilderment, a moment passed before the marshal could regain his tongue. "Then there is a Lady of the Golden Woods, few escape her nets, they say. But if you have her favour, then you are also net-weavers and sorcerers, maybe." He looked upon Legolas, Gimli, Tara and Amiya. (Tara and Amiya wore hoods so they could not see that they were female.
Gimli rose and planted his feet firmly on the ground; his hand gripped the handle of his axe, his dark eyes flashed. "Give me your name horse master, and I will give you mine, and more besides."
"As for that," the rider declared, "the stranger should declare himself first. Yet I am named Eomer son of Eomund, and am called Third Marshal of the Riddermark."
"Well then, Eomer son of Eomund Third Marshal of the Riddermark, let Gimli the Dwarf Gloin's son warn you against foolish words. You speak evil of that which is fair beyond the reach of your thought, and only wit can excuse you." Eomer's eyes flashed, this was not good, would he slay three men in front of 2 ladies? Amiya snickered in her thought.
