A/N: Saw TTT again. Now I'm even more motivated to write. Cannot wait until ROTK. I hope they have Eomer in as many scenes as he has in the book. Remember this is A/U.



Rachel: I'm happy I made you swoon! Having you addicted to my story is the best compliment! As long as you review and tell me what you think, I will always thank you for reading!



Tara: Hopefully you will like this chapter. As long as people read I plan to keep writing.



Shy: I hope to update every chance I get. I hate when I like a story and then the author just stops writing. I will update ad fast as my fingers can type!



Disclaimer: I only own Leiawyn, my Mary Sue.
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Once Leiawyn got back to the tent she couldn't sit still. She had no idea what was going on and it was bothering her. One minute Eomer was social and, if she wasn't mistaken, acting in a courting manner. Then the next thing she knew he had done an about face, became distant and left in a hurry. Leiawyn couldn't help but wondered if it was something she said or did.



She was so frustrated she wanted to scream. Usually when she felt this way she went for a ride or walk, but Eomer would not allow her to leave the tent without his permission. Leiawyn sat down on the bed and let a loud sigh. She was thinking about screaming into the pillow to relieve some frustration, when her eyes fell on the sword Eomer left last night.



Standing, she picked up the sword and unsheathed it. It was heavier then her old sword and shorter but it felt good in her hands. Closing her eyes, she gave it a small swing and felt the shifting of the weight. She was about to do a wide stroke when a picture of Boromir getting shot by the arrow flashed through her mind. Leiawyn tried to shake the visual off when the scene of her father's death entered her thoughts. Suddenly, the scar on her chest started to burn and she cried out, dropping the sword. The pain was intense and all she could see was the deaths of Boromir and her father playing over and over again. Gripping her chest she felt herself getting light headed. 'Someone make it stop!' she thought as felt the world starting to tilt. Leiawyn thought she was going crazy and felt her knees give out from under her.



"Leiawyn!! What happened?!" Eomer came running to her and grabbed her shoulders to steady her. He looked around the tent to see if anyone could have attacked her when he wasn't looking. He noticed her hand over her chest and tried to move it to see what it was hiding, thinking she had been wounded.



"No! Don't touch me!" Leiawyn pulled out of his grasp backing away from his touch. "You will only end up hurt!" She fell down on the ground and backed away from him until she was in the corner of the tent. Pulling her knees to her chest, she hid her head in her arms and cried.



"Please! You are hurting! Let me ease your pain!" He walked over to her and sat down on the ground next to her. Eomer couldn't stand the sight of this terrified woman and not being able to help her.



"No." She whispered from her arms." You are suppose to take care of me. My father was suppose to take care of me and he died. Boromir was suppose to take care of me on the way back to Minas Tirith and he died. I don't want anyone else to die because of me."



"That is not true! You had no control over what happened to your father and Boromir. You can not blame yourself for actions not of your doing. Please let me see what you are covering up with your hand." He reached over, sliding his hand under her chin, and lifted her head from her arms. Looking at her face, he saw she still had tears streaming down her cheeks. Eomer took his other hand and moved her arms and looked at the spot her hand had been hiding earlier. He saw a nasty inch long scar over her heart. "Where did you get this from?"



"When my father was killed the sword that stabbed him stabbed me also. I.. I.. went to help him and I caused him to lose focus and he was killed. It throbs and burns every time I think of his death." She answered looking at the ground. "It is my punishment for killing him."



"You were thinking of his death when I heard you cry out. Weren't you? Look at me Leiawyn." She met his eyes and new tears formed. "You didn't kill your father, and your not being punished." He reached out and lightly traced the scar with his finger. She pulled back.



"No one has ever touched my scar. Please just let me leave so you won't end up getting hurt." The tears spilled over, and her body shook as she cried. Eomer saw she held so much pain inside that he wanted to ease it and protect her no matter what. He placed one hand over her scar and then wiped her tears with his other.



"I will never let you go Leiawyn. I swear I will protect you with my life." She stopped crying and stood up. His words causing a different set of emotions to boil in her.



"You, Eomer, are the most annoying man I have ever met!" He stood also with a look of shock on his face. Her demeanor had changed in an instant and now it seemed like she was seconds away from attacking him. In the short time he had known her, she never ceased to amaze him.



"I beg your pardon, my lady. Annoying? And how am I annoying? I only said I would protect you." She was indeed a very odd woman, yet fascinating.



"Yes. Now you want to protect me but for how long?" Eomer looked puzzled at this and beginning to think maybe she was crazy also.



"What are you talking about?"



"Earlier at breakfast you said I was beautiful. Then you must have realized you were wrong because you changed your mind. You left saying you should have never said that. How do I know you won't change your mind about protecting me in another five minutes?" She stood facing him her eyes flashing with emotion. Leiawyn was amazed at how quickly Eomer was able to get under her skin.



"I was wrong! I should have never said it!" Eomer yelled as he took a step towards her. Leiawyn looked chest fallen at this, it was painful to hear the words from his mouth. "There is a war brewing. A war I will have to fight in. I shouldn't have said it because I shouldn't...I shouldn't" He stumbled at what to say next.



"You shouldn't what?" Leiawyn asked quietly, with a glimmer of hope in her blue eyes.



"I shouldn't be falling in love when I should be preparing to go to war! I have only known you for two days and yet you fill my every thought. I dread the day I will return to you to Aragorn and will not have you as my own anymore. You give off this amazing aura and I want to be in that aura every second." He took another step towards her. "A person does not fall in love with a total stranger in two days. It is not natural, yet that is how I feel" He stroked her cheek softly and leaned towards her.



"This is not right. Is it?" Leiawyn's breath quickened and she closed her eyes at his touch. Even if it wasn't right she knew she didn't want it to stop.



"To me it feels right. If you have doubts then it will end now." He ran his thumb across her lips, and Leiawyn said nothing. Instead she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his lips to hers.



Eomer kissed her with a passion he didn't know was in him. He pulled her body to him as he wrapped his arms around her waist. The way she fitted in his arms told him that he was put on this earth to hold her. He wanted her more than he had wanted anyone in his life. His hand ran through her dark hair and then down her back feeling the soft skin that the dress didn't cover.



To Leiawyn all of time stood still. She had been kissed before but never like this. She knew that after this she would never be able to kiss anyone else but Eomer. She didn't want to kiss anyone but him ever again. Lou had told her that when you loved someone and kissed them it was incredible. Leiawyn had never known what she was talking about until now. Nothing else in the world mattered, nothing else existed. Leiawyn was praying the kiss would never end when a voice interrupted them. Pulling away, Leiawyn and Eomer listened carefully, catching their breath.



"A White Rider is coming! Lord Eomer come quick!" A voice from outside the tent shouted.



Eomer made sure he had his sword, then grabbed Leiawyn's hand and they ran out of the tent to where the riders were gathering around a white figure and a white horse. Eomer pulled Leiawyn through the crowd and stopped in front of the white rider. Leiawyn noticed Eomer stood in front of her protectively holding her hand, his warrior side taking over, and kept his other hand on his sword.



"Ah Eomer. It is good you are here, for I hoped you would be. The people and King of Rohan are in need of your help. They have gone to Helm's Deep seeking refuge. Yet, I fear without you and your Riders help all will perish." He spoke quickly for he knew speed was the most important thing right now.



"The king? How Gandalf? He was weak and could barely sit up when I was banished. How could he have traveled to Helm's Deep?" Eomer asked letting go of Leiawyn's hand and started to pace a little. This news was a lot for him to take in.



"There is no time to explain, Marshal. Speed is of the essence and we must hurry. Get your riders ready to leave by sun down. We must take every able-body man who can ride and fight. The enemy will be many"



"Yes. We will ride at sun down. I will not let my country fall." Eomer turned to speak to one of his men and told him to tell everyone to get ready. Leiawyn watched the Rider's run off in different directions to prepare for the battle. Something dawned on her and she looked at Gandalf and Eomer and spoke.



"What about me? Do you have an extra horse I can ride to battle?" Leiawyn wished Alatus was here for her to use. She had to leave him in Lothlorien when they took the elven boats, and she missed her trusty companion.



"No, I will not allow you to fight. You have seen enough death." Eomer told her sternly and turned back to Gandalf.



"But where am I to go? You can't leave me here alone." Panic began to build in Leiawyn at the thought of being left behind.



"No we cannot. I know Aragorn would not be pleased with that. I also know he will not want you to fight. You will ride with us to Helm's Deep. Then you will go with two Riders and wait out the battle. If we win then we will come get you. If we fail then the Riders are to escort you to Minas Tirith and pray that it will not fall too." Gandalf explained as he looked at Leiawyn with kind eyes. The girl had a fire to her but he could tell she was scared to fight.



"Is it wise to bring her that close to the battle? We should send her straight to Minas Tirith." Eomer argued with Gandalf as the three headed back to his tent.



"No we cannot risk that yet. If we send her now the enemy may find her on their way to the battle. We must wait. If we lose and she is to go there, hopefully they will not be on the roads that quick." Gandalf said as he began to over see the gathering and arming of the Riders. The two men spoke as if Leiawyn wasn't even there.



"I will not leave now! Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli are at Helm's Deep." She looked at the two men before her. She would not sit quietly and let them decide her fate!



"I must see that everyone is ready. I will let you two get ready also." Gandalf left them at the entrance to the tent. Leiawyn could tell be the way he walked, he was eager to leave the two alone to figure things out.



"You will ride with us to the fields before Helm's Deep. There you will stay behind and wait for the out come." Eomer explained to Leiawyn as he got his battle gear ready. He would not allow harm to come to her. He would keep her out of this battle if it meant tying her up and carrying her to safety.



"How can you expect me to wait to see if everyone I love lives or dies?" She grabbed his arm and turned him to face her, her eyes filled with worry. "How can I wait to see if you live or die? I..I love you" Eomer pulled her into a tight embrace.



"I love you too. That is how you know I will return, because I love you. We will not lose to evil. Good will be victorious, even if at a high price." He pulled away and finished packing, he had to keep his mind on the task at hand. Leiawyn reached up and removed her necklace Lady Galadriel had given her. She walked over to Eomer and hung it around his neck. "What are you doing?"



"This necklace protected me, and brought me to you. I'm giving it to you so that it can protect you and bring you back to me." She pulled her hands back and Eomer grabbed them in his and pulled her closer. He kissed her gently and lovingly.



"I must check on my men and see that they are ready." He picked up his saddlebags and walked out of the tent. He poked his head back in and said one last thing. "I love you Leiawyn."



"I love you too, Eomer." Leiawyn answered as he left once more. She went to the cot and laid down, her head full of worries. Hugging his cloak to her chest Leiawyn broke down and cried into it. War had begun and it was taking everyone she loved away from her.



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A/N: Awww. To be in love! Review and I will write more!