A/N: On with the show. Remember, A/U people!
Shy: Thank you for realizing it is A/U. I'm pleased you like it and will try to update often. I think there are to few Eomer stories also. Eomer is an amazing character and Karl Urban brought him to life perfectly!
Anon: I don't think it is that hard to follow I explained the names, and don't want to research for proper Tolkien names. As for him marrying Lothiriel, I am aware but for like the tenth time this is slight A/U and I will bend things to my will. If by the "Holy Trilogy" you mean the three LOTR books, I do own them and have read them. However I will write the story how I see fit to fill my desires.
Rachel: I'm glad you liked the necklace. I had to write Eomer into the last chapter, even if just for a small part, to make you happy. This chapter has more of him enjoy!
Disclaimer: I own only Leiawyn, my Mary Sue!
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After leaving the Orc battle the rider had cut Leiawyn's hands and legs free and removed her gag. Leiawyn knew he untied her because he could sense the fear she had of him. Leiawyn and the Rider had been riding for two hours in tense silence when they reached the camp. Looking around she saw what had to be a thousand or more men and horses milling about. Their horse stopped in front of a large tent. Leiawyn's rider dismounted and then lifted her off the horse. He carried her into the tent and placed her gently on a wooden table. Reaching down, he picked up a length of rope from the ground and began to tie her hands to the table.
"What are you doing?!" Leiawyn demanded pulling away. She wonder what she did to make him not trust her.
"I'm sorry my lady, but I have to find the healer and I can't risk you running." He finished tying her to the table, her binds were secure but not to tight, and turned to leave.
"Running! How can I run on this leg?" Leiawyn shouted but the rider had already left.
Leiawyn looked around the tent. It was a plain tent but held many bottles of plants and liquids she didn't recognize. Suddenly realized that she must be in the land of Rohan, she had seen the riders before in Gondor, and knew they were great horsemen. Another ten minutes past and she was starting to worry, when an older man entered the tent.
"Hello. I am the healer. Let's have a look at that leg my dear." He lifted her dress a little and looked at the gash. He placed a bowl of green liquid next to Leiawyn and dipped a cloth into the contents. Slowly he began to clean the wound, his fingers cold on her bare skin. Tears sprang to Leiawyn's eyes and she sucked in her breath. It felt like the healer was cleaning her leg with fire. "Oh yes. It does tend to sting a little." The healer informed her when she flinched. Once he was satisfied with his work, he stopped and wrapped a bandage around her leg. "Should be fully healed in a day or two."
"Thank you. What is your name?" Leiawyn asked noticing how her leg didn't hurt anymore. The healer shook his head.
"I am to take you to the Marshal's tent. No one but he is to talk to you." He untied her hands and helped her to stand, and Leiawyn realized she could with little discomfort. Leaving the tent, she followed the healer to a larger tent set in the center of camp. "Here is where you will stay until Eomer returns. I had a Rider leave one of his wives dresses for you to change into. Also, don't try to leave, the exit is guarded." With that he said good bye and left.
Leiawyn saw the dress laying on the cot that was against the wall. It was simple and gray but it was a full, clean dress. Leiawyn eagerly removed her bloody, torn dress and slipped on the clean one. It was a little big on her but was very comfortable. After a quick search, she found a basin of water and cleaned herself up a little. 'What I would give for a hot bath.' After freshening up, she laid down on the small cot and stared at the cloth roof of the tent.. It was midday but to her tired, injured body, it felt like it was midnight. Slowly her eyes closed and she fell in to a dreamless sleep.
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Leiawyn awoke to a man sitting in the chair across from the cot, her watching her sleep. Her mind raced and she sat up reaching for her sword. When it wasn't near her she realized the orcs must have taken it. Then all the memories from the day before came flooding back and she knew she was in the Rider's camp.
"I hope you are not trying to find your sword to kill me. Leiawyn." He leaned into the candle light since it was now night fall, and Leiawyn saw it was the man from the orc battle, Eomer.
"How do you know my name? I have not given it to you." She looked around for a weapon of some sort to defend herself. The Riders had been nice to her so far, but now she was alone with a man who could easily over power her.
"No you did not, Aragorn did." He watched her eyes widen, and knew what she was thinking. "Yes, I met him along with Legolas and Gimli. They were in search of you and two hobbits who had been taken captive by orcs. I informed him that we had found you injured and were taking you to be looked after at our camp." His voice softened. " We do not know the fate of the hobbits and fear they have perished. When we left Aragorn said to tell you to behave and that you are in my care until I can deliver you to him. He and the others went on to look for the hobbits."
Leiawyn stood up and tried to pace the best she could with her injured leg. Merry and Pippin were missing, and Leiawyn felt that the orcs probably killed them. If they were still alive what hope did they have alone? She did not notice that Eomer rose also, until he walked to her and grabbed her arm looking into her eyes. 'Those eyes could steal a soul and lock it away forever' Leiawyn thought as his deep brown eyes searched hers.
"Sit back down, you are not fully healed yet. You need to rest some more and recharge your body. I have arranged for another Rider to look after the camp while I talk with you. " He made Leiawyn lay back down and placed his cloak on her. "Here it is cold at night. Now please tell me why you were with orcs and how come your necklace was glowing."
Leiawyn sighed and began her tale. Eomer listened intently as she told of her father's death, Lady Galadriel's gifts, and the orc battle in the woods. He continued to question her and she told him of her life and her home in Gondor. This woman captivated him and he didn't know why. He wanted to stay all night and talk to her but realized he had matters to attend to.
"I'm sorry Leiawyn but I have to go. I need to check on my Riders and tend to some things. I hope you will rest now." He stood placing a hand on her arm gently.
"And what am I to do while you are away? " She noticed her heart raced at his touch. Even in the candle light his handsome features were easy to see.
"You are to stay in the tent. I know who sent the orcs that took you. I have had his evil in my life for awhile. We do not know what he wanted you for, but he is most likely not pleased that he will never receive the prize he sought. I cannot risk him knowing you are here and trying to take you again." He stood up straight and went to place a sword from his trunk on the table beside the bed. "I'm leaving this sword for you to use only if you need it. I trust you will not attack my men. I shall return at first light tomorrow." He turned to leave.
"Then what? What is to happen when you return? How long will I be here?" Leiawyn asked sitting up.
"You will have to wait and see what happens." He replied not turning around, and with some menace in his voice. "And you will stay here as long as I see fit." Leiawyn laid back down and hugged his cloak around her.
Eomer was nice enough it seemed, except for that last part. Leiawyn could tell there was a power and rage that laid hidden, only brought out when challenged. That still scared her since she did not know his motives. Though his touch however, was gentle and caring. That man was a walking contradiction
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Leiawyn had stayed a wake all night, her long nap during the day had given her endless energy. She stood in the entrance to the tent watching the sun rise, closing her eyes feeling the heat on her face. Her hair blew around her face as a cool breeze danced over the field .
"Are you hungry Leiawyn?" Opening her eyes to see who spoke, Leiawyn saw Eomer standing before her. He stood tall and proud, still in his battle gear, the sun reflecting off the metal . He gave off a powerful aura of dignity, and Leiawyn was at lost for words and just nodded. "Good. Follow me." He lead her to a clearing where some of the Riders where getting food from a makeshift mess hall.
She picked up a bowl from the table and let the cook fill it with stew. Then she grabbed a bit of bread and a drink and sat down on a log at the edge of the clearing. A short while later Eomer joined her. They sat in silence for awhile eating and enjoying the peacefulness. Leiawyn finished her stew first and sat her empty bowl down.
"I have never seen a woman eat in such a way. Normally they eat small bites and chew properly." Eomer observed as he finished the last bit of his stew, and took a long drink.
"Well, if you plan on eating with me again, get use to it. I love food and have no problem eating like a guy." She took a drink also and looked around camp, lost in her own world, until she felt Eomer staring at her. "Why do you keep looking at me like that?"
"I don't mean to offend you. I was just thinking that maybe it wasn't your necklace that glowed, but you. Your beautiful." Leiawyn choked on her drink when she heard this.
"I'm beautiful? Right. I have never been told I was beautiful. Maybe sweet or pretty, but not beautiful. Are you sure you didn't get the wrong drink?" Leiawyn managed to get out between coughs, and looked into Eomer's glass. He pulled his glass back from her prying eyes.
"I am sure. Now that I see you in the light, I think I know why Saruman wanted you." Suddenly his expression changed as if he was slapped and he stood up. "I'm sorry I should have never said these things. I have to go and see how my men are doing. "
"Wait! What's wrong?!" Leiawyn stood also, spilling her drink. Eomer was already walking away and told her to go back to the tent and stay there. "What is wrong?" He never answered her and Leiawyn headed back to the tent very confused.
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A/N: Review away!
Shy: Thank you for realizing it is A/U. I'm pleased you like it and will try to update often. I think there are to few Eomer stories also. Eomer is an amazing character and Karl Urban brought him to life perfectly!
Anon: I don't think it is that hard to follow I explained the names, and don't want to research for proper Tolkien names. As for him marrying Lothiriel, I am aware but for like the tenth time this is slight A/U and I will bend things to my will. If by the "Holy Trilogy" you mean the three LOTR books, I do own them and have read them. However I will write the story how I see fit to fill my desires.
Rachel: I'm glad you liked the necklace. I had to write Eomer into the last chapter, even if just for a small part, to make you happy. This chapter has more of him enjoy!
Disclaimer: I own only Leiawyn, my Mary Sue!
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After leaving the Orc battle the rider had cut Leiawyn's hands and legs free and removed her gag. Leiawyn knew he untied her because he could sense the fear she had of him. Leiawyn and the Rider had been riding for two hours in tense silence when they reached the camp. Looking around she saw what had to be a thousand or more men and horses milling about. Their horse stopped in front of a large tent. Leiawyn's rider dismounted and then lifted her off the horse. He carried her into the tent and placed her gently on a wooden table. Reaching down, he picked up a length of rope from the ground and began to tie her hands to the table.
"What are you doing?!" Leiawyn demanded pulling away. She wonder what she did to make him not trust her.
"I'm sorry my lady, but I have to find the healer and I can't risk you running." He finished tying her to the table, her binds were secure but not to tight, and turned to leave.
"Running! How can I run on this leg?" Leiawyn shouted but the rider had already left.
Leiawyn looked around the tent. It was a plain tent but held many bottles of plants and liquids she didn't recognize. Suddenly realized that she must be in the land of Rohan, she had seen the riders before in Gondor, and knew they were great horsemen. Another ten minutes past and she was starting to worry, when an older man entered the tent.
"Hello. I am the healer. Let's have a look at that leg my dear." He lifted her dress a little and looked at the gash. He placed a bowl of green liquid next to Leiawyn and dipped a cloth into the contents. Slowly he began to clean the wound, his fingers cold on her bare skin. Tears sprang to Leiawyn's eyes and she sucked in her breath. It felt like the healer was cleaning her leg with fire. "Oh yes. It does tend to sting a little." The healer informed her when she flinched. Once he was satisfied with his work, he stopped and wrapped a bandage around her leg. "Should be fully healed in a day or two."
"Thank you. What is your name?" Leiawyn asked noticing how her leg didn't hurt anymore. The healer shook his head.
"I am to take you to the Marshal's tent. No one but he is to talk to you." He untied her hands and helped her to stand, and Leiawyn realized she could with little discomfort. Leaving the tent, she followed the healer to a larger tent set in the center of camp. "Here is where you will stay until Eomer returns. I had a Rider leave one of his wives dresses for you to change into. Also, don't try to leave, the exit is guarded." With that he said good bye and left.
Leiawyn saw the dress laying on the cot that was against the wall. It was simple and gray but it was a full, clean dress. Leiawyn eagerly removed her bloody, torn dress and slipped on the clean one. It was a little big on her but was very comfortable. After a quick search, she found a basin of water and cleaned herself up a little. 'What I would give for a hot bath.' After freshening up, she laid down on the small cot and stared at the cloth roof of the tent.. It was midday but to her tired, injured body, it felt like it was midnight. Slowly her eyes closed and she fell in to a dreamless sleep.
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Leiawyn awoke to a man sitting in the chair across from the cot, her watching her sleep. Her mind raced and she sat up reaching for her sword. When it wasn't near her she realized the orcs must have taken it. Then all the memories from the day before came flooding back and she knew she was in the Rider's camp.
"I hope you are not trying to find your sword to kill me. Leiawyn." He leaned into the candle light since it was now night fall, and Leiawyn saw it was the man from the orc battle, Eomer.
"How do you know my name? I have not given it to you." She looked around for a weapon of some sort to defend herself. The Riders had been nice to her so far, but now she was alone with a man who could easily over power her.
"No you did not, Aragorn did." He watched her eyes widen, and knew what she was thinking. "Yes, I met him along with Legolas and Gimli. They were in search of you and two hobbits who had been taken captive by orcs. I informed him that we had found you injured and were taking you to be looked after at our camp." His voice softened. " We do not know the fate of the hobbits and fear they have perished. When we left Aragorn said to tell you to behave and that you are in my care until I can deliver you to him. He and the others went on to look for the hobbits."
Leiawyn stood up and tried to pace the best she could with her injured leg. Merry and Pippin were missing, and Leiawyn felt that the orcs probably killed them. If they were still alive what hope did they have alone? She did not notice that Eomer rose also, until he walked to her and grabbed her arm looking into her eyes. 'Those eyes could steal a soul and lock it away forever' Leiawyn thought as his deep brown eyes searched hers.
"Sit back down, you are not fully healed yet. You need to rest some more and recharge your body. I have arranged for another Rider to look after the camp while I talk with you. " He made Leiawyn lay back down and placed his cloak on her. "Here it is cold at night. Now please tell me why you were with orcs and how come your necklace was glowing."
Leiawyn sighed and began her tale. Eomer listened intently as she told of her father's death, Lady Galadriel's gifts, and the orc battle in the woods. He continued to question her and she told him of her life and her home in Gondor. This woman captivated him and he didn't know why. He wanted to stay all night and talk to her but realized he had matters to attend to.
"I'm sorry Leiawyn but I have to go. I need to check on my Riders and tend to some things. I hope you will rest now." He stood placing a hand on her arm gently.
"And what am I to do while you are away? " She noticed her heart raced at his touch. Even in the candle light his handsome features were easy to see.
"You are to stay in the tent. I know who sent the orcs that took you. I have had his evil in my life for awhile. We do not know what he wanted you for, but he is most likely not pleased that he will never receive the prize he sought. I cannot risk him knowing you are here and trying to take you again." He stood up straight and went to place a sword from his trunk on the table beside the bed. "I'm leaving this sword for you to use only if you need it. I trust you will not attack my men. I shall return at first light tomorrow." He turned to leave.
"Then what? What is to happen when you return? How long will I be here?" Leiawyn asked sitting up.
"You will have to wait and see what happens." He replied not turning around, and with some menace in his voice. "And you will stay here as long as I see fit." Leiawyn laid back down and hugged his cloak around her.
Eomer was nice enough it seemed, except for that last part. Leiawyn could tell there was a power and rage that laid hidden, only brought out when challenged. That still scared her since she did not know his motives. Though his touch however, was gentle and caring. That man was a walking contradiction
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Leiawyn had stayed a wake all night, her long nap during the day had given her endless energy. She stood in the entrance to the tent watching the sun rise, closing her eyes feeling the heat on her face. Her hair blew around her face as a cool breeze danced over the field .
"Are you hungry Leiawyn?" Opening her eyes to see who spoke, Leiawyn saw Eomer standing before her. He stood tall and proud, still in his battle gear, the sun reflecting off the metal . He gave off a powerful aura of dignity, and Leiawyn was at lost for words and just nodded. "Good. Follow me." He lead her to a clearing where some of the Riders where getting food from a makeshift mess hall.
She picked up a bowl from the table and let the cook fill it with stew. Then she grabbed a bit of bread and a drink and sat down on a log at the edge of the clearing. A short while later Eomer joined her. They sat in silence for awhile eating and enjoying the peacefulness. Leiawyn finished her stew first and sat her empty bowl down.
"I have never seen a woman eat in such a way. Normally they eat small bites and chew properly." Eomer observed as he finished the last bit of his stew, and took a long drink.
"Well, if you plan on eating with me again, get use to it. I love food and have no problem eating like a guy." She took a drink also and looked around camp, lost in her own world, until she felt Eomer staring at her. "Why do you keep looking at me like that?"
"I don't mean to offend you. I was just thinking that maybe it wasn't your necklace that glowed, but you. Your beautiful." Leiawyn choked on her drink when she heard this.
"I'm beautiful? Right. I have never been told I was beautiful. Maybe sweet or pretty, but not beautiful. Are you sure you didn't get the wrong drink?" Leiawyn managed to get out between coughs, and looked into Eomer's glass. He pulled his glass back from her prying eyes.
"I am sure. Now that I see you in the light, I think I know why Saruman wanted you." Suddenly his expression changed as if he was slapped and he stood up. "I'm sorry I should have never said these things. I have to go and see how my men are doing. "
"Wait! What's wrong?!" Leiawyn stood also, spilling her drink. Eomer was already walking away and told her to go back to the tent and stay there. "What is wrong?" He never answered her and Leiawyn headed back to the tent very confused.
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A/N: Review away!