Eowyn woke up yet again. The dew on the grass was clear, and the sun
was bright. Elebreth was grazing. Eowyn stretched her sore arms, and with
it a surge of pain from the right.
However, Eowyn ignored the pain. Any man would have, save the ones who were cowardly. She pulled herself up and opened her pack. She pulled out an apple.
She searched more in her pack, and found a clean knife. She spliced the apple in half, and whistled to Elebreth. The sun glinted on Elebreth's golden coat and white mane as she trotted up to Eowyn.
Eowyn smiled to her only company and fed her the apple. Elebreth accepted graciously. After the two had been fed and watered, Eowyn gathered up her stuff and lugged it upon Elebreth. She grabbed the dagger lying upon the ground that had stabbed her. She mounted Elebreth with one arm. As she struggled up, Elebreth put her nose to Eowyn and helped her up.
"Thank you, Elebreth! Let us ride on and catch up with the company," Eowyn sighed and patted Elebreth's head. Elebreth whinnied passionately and galloped on. Eowyn had her bow and quiver in her pack, her shield on her back, and her sword was sheathed at her side.
She rode with one arm, and it rarely stung, save the times when she wobbled on Elebreth's back. Each time her mare pushed her back on lovingly. Each league the love between the two grew.
After about 10 leagues, Elebreth's ear perked. Eowyn listened, and soon she heard voices. She looked ahead of her. About two leagues away there was a fire and she heard voices. She looked more closely and recognized the armies of Rohan.
"Elebreth! Halt! They musn't see me .." She whispered, and directed Elebreth to a nearby tree.
Eowyn changed into Eomer's clothes and placed a coif on her head. She stuffed her long golden hair up into the top. Just incase the Rohirrim saw her, they would think she was a boy.
"Elebreth, we must be quiet. We will follow them to the barricades, and then we can fight like a true pair of warriors!" She whispered, and hopped on Elebreth once again.
At noon, the Rohirrim set off. Eowyn followed, careful to keep out of sight. At twighlight, she spied a campfire coming from the company. She sat down with Elebreth and set up her own camp. She did not light a fire, in fear of being caught.
In the early hours of dawn, she heard voices. She sat up, and packed her stuff once again. The Rohirrim was off again. She mounted Elebreth in the very near sun. She rode on.
Eowyn's arm got worse. The dagger must have had poison in it, and this theory proved true when Eowyn studied the dagger. She was almost out of spare clean cloths, and she was starting to use some her clothes. Every once in a while Elebreth would find water and Eowyn would wash the wound after letting Elebreth drink.
Right then, Eowyn was riding on a full moon. She did not desire to sleep, and the Rohirrim was moving. Every few hours Elebreth would graze.
Then, Elebreth tasted something odd. She picked it up and carried it to Eowyn. It was a fragrant plant with a flower.
"What, Elebreth?" Eowyn said, taking the flowers. Eowyn studied them closely, and smiled.
"Elebreth, you have brought me kingsfoil! It is naught but a weed, but a healing plant it is! How could you know? You are only a horse, but you still know?" Eowyn said. Elebreth went back to grazing.
Eowyn licked the plant and unwrapped the cloth. It was an ugly thing. Eowyn rubbed the plant on it, and some of the pain actually subsided. Of course it stung at first, and Eowyn winced.
"Elebreth, I love you," Eowyn whispered, and ran up to her mare and hugged her. Elebreth whinnied and nudged her.
Eowyn went back to riding, and soon enough the pain disappeared. She looked up as the sun rose. It had been four days since she had left Rohan, but it seemed a year.
It was that day that the sun rose that Eowyn spied a magnificent wall. The barricade. She also saw a flash of the Rohirrim, about a league away.
"We've made it, Elebreth! It's the barricade," Eowyn said to her horse. Elebreth started to slow down, and then Eowyn heard something. A horn call.
Eowyn did not recognize it, and the call seemed foul and unworthy of an army. Then she heard a more recognizable call, a warm call that seemed sweet to her, but filled fear into her bones.
She heard a series of yells, and a FWIP of an arrow. The battle was raging, and the Rohirrim had come, come to aid the villagers. And so had she.
She placed her coif on once again. It was time to prove herself. She rode on, and soon the calls of battle got closer.
She was scared, now, but a bravery welled up inside her that swallowed grief. She was Eowyn the Shield Maiden, and she was going to fight in her first battle.
As she got closer, she saw the barricade was tall. At the top men were steadily pouring arrows on the invaders. At the bottom men were ready with swords. Nearest to her were men with horses. She was glad that Elebreth was unknown to Theoden and Eomer, because they had never seen her.
"Oi! A little late or behind, I terry?" A voice said. Eowyn looked around and saw Theoden king on a valiant white steed. Beside him was Eomer. Behind Eomer were other lads his age.
"Yes, O Theoden!" Eowyn said carefully. She used her most boyish voice, and acted manly and brave.
"There is no time for acquaintances, I'm afraid! Ride beside Eomer," He said. Eowyn smiled. Was it this easy? Just to look as a man, you could fight? It was very much madness, and Eowyn was glad. She was going to fight.
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However, Eowyn ignored the pain. Any man would have, save the ones who were cowardly. She pulled herself up and opened her pack. She pulled out an apple.
She searched more in her pack, and found a clean knife. She spliced the apple in half, and whistled to Elebreth. The sun glinted on Elebreth's golden coat and white mane as she trotted up to Eowyn.
Eowyn smiled to her only company and fed her the apple. Elebreth accepted graciously. After the two had been fed and watered, Eowyn gathered up her stuff and lugged it upon Elebreth. She grabbed the dagger lying upon the ground that had stabbed her. She mounted Elebreth with one arm. As she struggled up, Elebreth put her nose to Eowyn and helped her up.
"Thank you, Elebreth! Let us ride on and catch up with the company," Eowyn sighed and patted Elebreth's head. Elebreth whinnied passionately and galloped on. Eowyn had her bow and quiver in her pack, her shield on her back, and her sword was sheathed at her side.
She rode with one arm, and it rarely stung, save the times when she wobbled on Elebreth's back. Each time her mare pushed her back on lovingly. Each league the love between the two grew.
After about 10 leagues, Elebreth's ear perked. Eowyn listened, and soon she heard voices. She looked ahead of her. About two leagues away there was a fire and she heard voices. She looked more closely and recognized the armies of Rohan.
"Elebreth! Halt! They musn't see me .." She whispered, and directed Elebreth to a nearby tree.
Eowyn changed into Eomer's clothes and placed a coif on her head. She stuffed her long golden hair up into the top. Just incase the Rohirrim saw her, they would think she was a boy.
"Elebreth, we must be quiet. We will follow them to the barricades, and then we can fight like a true pair of warriors!" She whispered, and hopped on Elebreth once again.
At noon, the Rohirrim set off. Eowyn followed, careful to keep out of sight. At twighlight, she spied a campfire coming from the company. She sat down with Elebreth and set up her own camp. She did not light a fire, in fear of being caught.
In the early hours of dawn, she heard voices. She sat up, and packed her stuff once again. The Rohirrim was off again. She mounted Elebreth in the very near sun. She rode on.
Eowyn's arm got worse. The dagger must have had poison in it, and this theory proved true when Eowyn studied the dagger. She was almost out of spare clean cloths, and she was starting to use some her clothes. Every once in a while Elebreth would find water and Eowyn would wash the wound after letting Elebreth drink.
Right then, Eowyn was riding on a full moon. She did not desire to sleep, and the Rohirrim was moving. Every few hours Elebreth would graze.
Then, Elebreth tasted something odd. She picked it up and carried it to Eowyn. It was a fragrant plant with a flower.
"What, Elebreth?" Eowyn said, taking the flowers. Eowyn studied them closely, and smiled.
"Elebreth, you have brought me kingsfoil! It is naught but a weed, but a healing plant it is! How could you know? You are only a horse, but you still know?" Eowyn said. Elebreth went back to grazing.
Eowyn licked the plant and unwrapped the cloth. It was an ugly thing. Eowyn rubbed the plant on it, and some of the pain actually subsided. Of course it stung at first, and Eowyn winced.
"Elebreth, I love you," Eowyn whispered, and ran up to her mare and hugged her. Elebreth whinnied and nudged her.
Eowyn went back to riding, and soon enough the pain disappeared. She looked up as the sun rose. It had been four days since she had left Rohan, but it seemed a year.
It was that day that the sun rose that Eowyn spied a magnificent wall. The barricade. She also saw a flash of the Rohirrim, about a league away.
"We've made it, Elebreth! It's the barricade," Eowyn said to her horse. Elebreth started to slow down, and then Eowyn heard something. A horn call.
Eowyn did not recognize it, and the call seemed foul and unworthy of an army. Then she heard a more recognizable call, a warm call that seemed sweet to her, but filled fear into her bones.
She heard a series of yells, and a FWIP of an arrow. The battle was raging, and the Rohirrim had come, come to aid the villagers. And so had she.
She placed her coif on once again. It was time to prove herself. She rode on, and soon the calls of battle got closer.
She was scared, now, but a bravery welled up inside her that swallowed grief. She was Eowyn the Shield Maiden, and she was going to fight in her first battle.
As she got closer, she saw the barricade was tall. At the top men were steadily pouring arrows on the invaders. At the bottom men were ready with swords. Nearest to her were men with horses. She was glad that Elebreth was unknown to Theoden and Eomer, because they had never seen her.
"Oi! A little late or behind, I terry?" A voice said. Eowyn looked around and saw Theoden king on a valiant white steed. Beside him was Eomer. Behind Eomer were other lads his age.
"Yes, O Theoden!" Eowyn said carefully. She used her most boyish voice, and acted manly and brave.
"There is no time for acquaintances, I'm afraid! Ride beside Eomer," He said. Eowyn smiled. Was it this easy? Just to look as a man, you could fight? It was very much madness, and Eowyn was glad. She was going to fight.
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