A/N: oMG, I AM SO SORRY!!!! I took forever, and I'm a complete hypocrite. Anywayz here's the new chapter, and if you want to know what I was busy with, go to my user name and click on the websight. I was obsessing over it for a long time, trying to make it perfect. You can post fanfiction and poetry there too, but like no one has in three weeks. Lol. Some way to waste my time, huh?

            I must have stared at my face for at least an hour.  Maybe my beautiful blonde hair from when I was in Florida wasn't back, but I could get used to being a red head. Better than that ugly brown color, and it was so smooth! I feel like a princess, but then why is my stomach in knots? Because I feel horribly guilty. Why, might you ask do I feel like Robert the Bruce when he betrayed William, during Braveheart (which by the way, I now hate because I recently learned the real William Wallace killed innocent women and children too)? Because I think I just sold my soul to the devil named Elladen.  Sure he looks like an angel (*drool*) but, then I'm willing to bet so does Satan (I mean, if not then why would Rosmary have a baby with him?). I just agreed to steal the future King of some weird country, I only remember from the book, for the crazy dude who set his son on fire, from his true love. His true love, who is also willing to give up her immortality for this guy.  Oh well, I'll get over it. He wasn't exactly kind to me, when he first met me was he? If I'm thinking rightly, he actually tried to kill me. In all actuality, I'm saving this Lady Arwen from a psychotic bastard. Now I feel like I've just done my good deed of the day. I'm a great person aren't I? Anywayz right now I'm on a horse that's only got about 4 or 5 more mils to go before we reach Rohan. I'm also talking to myself in my head. Maybe I really do need sleep, huh?

            YAY! Eomer's actually talking to me, I wonder what he looks like without his shirt on…"My Lady?"

"huh"

"Are you feeling well?"

" Where did Eomer go?"

oh god, I must have done something bad he looks as if I've grown two wings…

"He left about 20 minutes ago. He said hello to you and then conyinued down the hallways.." Oh why can't servants just shut up?

*In the distance she hears some shouting* "What's going on?"

"By The Grace of Stormcrow, Theoden's back!"

who's stormcrow?…

A/N: Oh god you probably all hate me. That was way too short but I have other things to do. I'll try and update regularly with short chapters. And this type of writing, inside her head is basically a one time thing. I am so sorry this sucks!