"I would cut off your head, beard and all, Master Dwarf, if it stood but a little higher from the ground." Said Eomer.

"He stands not alone" said Legolas as he and Tara notched an arrow in their bows and Amiya pulled out her sword and held it at Eomer's throat, none of the riders seen them arming themselves until after it happened. "You would be dead before your stroke fell" Eomer lifted his sword almost daring Amiya to harm him.

Aragorn pulled out his own sword and hit her sword away from Eomer's throat. "Pardon Eomer! Will you not hear our tale before you strike? Then you will learn why my companions have been infuriated."

"I will, but first tell me your rightful names." Eomer answered.

"Elendil" he cried out, "I am Aragorn son of Arathorn, and am call Elessar, the Elfstone, Dunadain, the heir of Isildur Elendil's son of Gondor. Here is the Sword that was Broken and is forged again! Will you aid me or thwart me? Choose swiftly!" he then turned to his companions, "this is Legolas of Mirkwood and Gimli the dwarf from the Misty Mountains," he paused not knowing what to say about Tara and her caption.

Amiya trusted these riders, "I am Amiya, and exiled Caption of the guard for Tenosha, and this is my lieutenant, Tara." She answered as faces began to turn to her, "I wish to know if you meet my army near Fangorn."

"Yes my lady, your second in command told us that we might meet upon yourself and some companions, he bid us to lend you horses. " Eomer looked thoughtful, "he said that you always repay debts." He gestured towards to of the horses, "this is Arod." he led it towards Gimli and Legolas, "Hasufel is his name, may they bear you better than they borne their former masters." As another horse was lead towards Aragorn. "Lady Tara and Amiya, I have not given you horses of obvious reasons, since they look proud to be ridden by such fair creatures." He signalled towards their horses.

"Yes, my horses name is Phoenix while Tara's is names Jakotta." She softly petted her scorching red horse with a black main and a blue battle-saddle. Jakotta was a soft tan panted horse also with a black main and tail. "They are remarkable horses are they not, they are the Nemairs, and the last of their line, no such war horse will ever be in battle again." With that they said farewell and headed northwards towards the burning bodies.

It was dusk when they reached the ashes of the orcs and discovered that the hobbits headed into the haunted woods of Fangorn.

Strange things happened into the night; one of them was that the tree bended towards the fire, the other was that an old man came out of the night, frightening the poor dwarf almost to death, it would have been funny if it wasn't so serious and at the same moments the horses went running off.  The other thing is that Amoco was no were to be found. The army was probably keeping both eyes on the five companions. Amiya knew that something was gazing at her and her friends from the bushes.

At dawn they packed camp and wandered to Entwash, were they found fresh signs of the hobbits, footprints in the dirt. They went on and found themselves at Treebeards mound. Aragorn seen the sets of footprints along with other strange marking on the ground; by now everyone had sensed a sensation of being watched and they were cautious.

"Here we are—and nicely caught in a net." Legolas whispered. "Look!"

"Look at what?" said Gimli.

"There in the trees"

"Where? I have not elf eyes"