A/N: I am so glad everyone liked the last chapter. I was worried that their love would seemed rushed. I have 21 reviews and most of them are nice! I'm so happy!
Lin: No one has called this grand before, so thank you!!! (hehe my fic is grand)
Rachel: I always love your reviews! I was scared that I made them fall in love to fast, but then I realized I couldn't wait for the lovey-dovey stuff! Thanx for letting me know I didn't rush it.
Tara: You being able to look past the Mary Sueness and liking the fic as a whole just makes me so happy. I'm almost giddy!
Welsh-dragoon: I love your reviews for each chapter. Hopefully you will keep loving this fic! I hope to write almost everyday. What is sad is I really need to do a sociology paper but all I can write about is Eomer. Thank you soooooo much for adding this to your favorites. I feel so special. I don't think I'm on anyone else's favorites list.
Shy: The last chapter was awesome? *Jumps up and down in circles* Soon we will see how their love survives the war.
Gah: I'm thrilled I reintroduced you to extremely Mary Sue type fics. Your eyes are bleeding? Can you send me a picture? I think that would be a very interesting sight to see.
Disclaimer: Only my Mary Sue, Leiawyn, belongs to me. Though, Eomer would be really nice to own. I own and Eomer doll, does that count?
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After Leiawyn was finally able to stop crying, she sat up to begin to pack. She was looking around the tent, when it dawned on her she had nothing to pack. Her old pack was back at the camp along the river, and her sword was lost during her capture. Nothing she had belonged to her, not even her dress.
"Well that was the fastest I have ever packed." Leiawyn spoke out loud laughing. She stood up and straightened out her dress. Then she slung the sword Eomer gave her around her waist, praying she would never have to use it. Finally she pinned his cloak around her shoulder.
"Everyone must be ready to leave in twenty minutes!"
Leiawyn walked out of the tent and headed to where she saw the horses being prepared. She had just reached the outside of the group when a Rider approached her.
"My lady. Eomer has sent me to give you this pack. It has everything he thinks you will need. Food, water, a bedroll, and a change of clothes. He will be here shortly." He explained as he handed her the small knapsack. Then he was off again to see to his horse.
"Am I not meant to know anyone else's name?" She called after him. She had met several Rider's not one introduced themselves to her.
"No, you are not. I only want to hear my name from you lips." Turning, Leiawyn saw Eomer approaching with a smile on his face. He grabbed her hand when he reached her and gave it a gentle squeeze. "A horse is ready for you. Let's go place your pack on him."
The two walked over to the horse designated for Leiawyn, and Eomer strapped her pack on it. He made a gesture in the air and suddenly the two thousand or more riders mounted their horses. Gandalf was next to Eomer's horse, on Shadowfax, waiting for Eomer to lead the men. Leiawyn grabbed her horse's saddle and was about to mount him, when Eomer stopped her.
"Leiawyn. I don't know what will be the outcome of this war, or how long we will be apart. I want you to ride with me until we are to be separated. I want you close to me for as long as it is to be allowed." He spoke softly as he held her hands in his.
Leiawyn only nodded and followed him to his horse. Eomer helped her onto the saddle then he took his place behind her. Wrapping his strong arms around her waist, he took the reigns. Leiawyn leaned back into him feeling safe and secure almost forgetting what they were riding to. Raising his staff, Gandalf signaled the sea of Riders to set out for battle.
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No one spoke for the first couple of hours. The Riders all knew where they were going and worried about their families at Helm's Deep and the result of the battle. Gandalf seemed deep in thought, as several things were weighing on him yet he did not share his troubles with others. Leiawyn and Eomer were content with just being near each other. They had even begun to breath alike, their chest rising and falling in unison.
Eomer loved holding her in his arms and the smell of her hair as the wind blew it in his face. The love he felt for her was almost enough to make him want to leave the war behind, almost. He thought of taking her to a quiet place that no one knows of and the two of them living in happiness for all their lives. Yet, he knew that they could never live in happiness and peace until Sauron and Saruman were defeated. He could not let his people and the world fall to evil. It would never happen as long as he was alive. He was the Third Marshal of the Mark first, a lover second. If he lost that way of thinking he had no idea what would become of Middle Earth
Leiawyn couldn't think of anything better then being this close to Eomer. She had her hands placed over his and, after the first hour, she knew his hands better than her own. They were strong, rough hands. Yet they were gentle and loving when it came to touching her. His right hand had a small, round scar on his palm that, Leiawyn figured, he must have got as a young boy. His left hand was perfect except that his pointer finger was slightly crooked from healing the wrong way after being broken. She wished that she had the chance to learn this much about the rest of his body.
"Are you scared?" Eomer asked suddenly breaking the silence.
"Yes. I am scared for the fate of Middle Earth. For the people and children who may have to grow up in a world of pain and death. I'm scared for those who have to fight this battle and those who will fight the war." Leiawyn tilted her head back to look at him. "However, there are things that give me hope. People who are willing to fight for freedom. The courage that is found in the people of Middle Earth. Hobbits, Dwarfs, Elves and Men give me hope. Our love gives me hope."
"It gives me hope too. The world has changed. I have seen friendships formed from the most unlikely of candidates. I believe it will be a difficult war and that we will come through it victorious." Eomer kissed Leiawyn on the forehead and the two became silent once more. They felt the silence was even better than talking.
They had rode all night and most of the day when they finally came to rest in a small, secluded field at the foot of the mountains. Scouts were sent out to Helm's Deep and guards were put on watch. It was still light out so small fires were made to cook on, without fear of being discovered. The Riders were more cheerful, talking and joking as they ate.
Leiawyn ate alone, while Eomer and Gandalf went for a walk to talk about the upcoming battle and the best road to take to reach Helm's Deep. Leiawyn listen to the banter of the Riders and felt like she was with the Rangers again. Thirty minutes later Eomer returned to find Leiawyn sitting up against a tree. He could see the exhaustion in her beautiful face, but it seemed she was fighting sleep.
"Leia? You should be sleeping." He went to her bag and pulled out her bedroll and laid it out on the ground. Then he took out his own bed roll and placed it about a foot away from hers.
"I can't. Every time I sleep I either don't dream or have nightmares. I rather stay awake." She told him as she watched him walk over to her. He looked her sternly and bent down.
"Too bad that is not an option." Eomer said picking Leiawyn up. He carried her to her blanket and gently laid her down. Leiawyn tried to get back up, but her stubbornness just encouraged him. He straddled her and pinned her down "You will sleep if I have to force you to lay down the whole time."
She stopped struggling and he pulled his blanket next to hers and laid down on it. Reaching over he gently pulled Leiawyn into his arms and cover them up with one blanket. There they slept with their legs and arms woven together and breathing in unison once more. For those three hours the Riders rested, Leiawyn slept in bliss. In the arms of the man she loved, oblivious to world around her. Eomer was right, good will triumph over evil. It had too, for the world's sake and theirs.
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A/N: Review! Next up the two lovers will be parted by war. I am using the movies as my timeline and since ROTK isn't out yet I will have to use the book to take up where the movie left off. I don't know about you but I don't think I could wait 11 months to update the story!
Lin: No one has called this grand before, so thank you!!! (hehe my fic is grand)
Rachel: I always love your reviews! I was scared that I made them fall in love to fast, but then I realized I couldn't wait for the lovey-dovey stuff! Thanx for letting me know I didn't rush it.
Tara: You being able to look past the Mary Sueness and liking the fic as a whole just makes me so happy. I'm almost giddy!
Welsh-dragoon: I love your reviews for each chapter. Hopefully you will keep loving this fic! I hope to write almost everyday. What is sad is I really need to do a sociology paper but all I can write about is Eomer. Thank you soooooo much for adding this to your favorites. I feel so special. I don't think I'm on anyone else's favorites list.
Shy: The last chapter was awesome? *Jumps up and down in circles* Soon we will see how their love survives the war.
Gah: I'm thrilled I reintroduced you to extremely Mary Sue type fics. Your eyes are bleeding? Can you send me a picture? I think that would be a very interesting sight to see.
Disclaimer: Only my Mary Sue, Leiawyn, belongs to me. Though, Eomer would be really nice to own. I own and Eomer doll, does that count?
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After Leiawyn was finally able to stop crying, she sat up to begin to pack. She was looking around the tent, when it dawned on her she had nothing to pack. Her old pack was back at the camp along the river, and her sword was lost during her capture. Nothing she had belonged to her, not even her dress.
"Well that was the fastest I have ever packed." Leiawyn spoke out loud laughing. She stood up and straightened out her dress. Then she slung the sword Eomer gave her around her waist, praying she would never have to use it. Finally she pinned his cloak around her shoulder.
"Everyone must be ready to leave in twenty minutes!"
Leiawyn walked out of the tent and headed to where she saw the horses being prepared. She had just reached the outside of the group when a Rider approached her.
"My lady. Eomer has sent me to give you this pack. It has everything he thinks you will need. Food, water, a bedroll, and a change of clothes. He will be here shortly." He explained as he handed her the small knapsack. Then he was off again to see to his horse.
"Am I not meant to know anyone else's name?" She called after him. She had met several Rider's not one introduced themselves to her.
"No, you are not. I only want to hear my name from you lips." Turning, Leiawyn saw Eomer approaching with a smile on his face. He grabbed her hand when he reached her and gave it a gentle squeeze. "A horse is ready for you. Let's go place your pack on him."
The two walked over to the horse designated for Leiawyn, and Eomer strapped her pack on it. He made a gesture in the air and suddenly the two thousand or more riders mounted their horses. Gandalf was next to Eomer's horse, on Shadowfax, waiting for Eomer to lead the men. Leiawyn grabbed her horse's saddle and was about to mount him, when Eomer stopped her.
"Leiawyn. I don't know what will be the outcome of this war, or how long we will be apart. I want you to ride with me until we are to be separated. I want you close to me for as long as it is to be allowed." He spoke softly as he held her hands in his.
Leiawyn only nodded and followed him to his horse. Eomer helped her onto the saddle then he took his place behind her. Wrapping his strong arms around her waist, he took the reigns. Leiawyn leaned back into him feeling safe and secure almost forgetting what they were riding to. Raising his staff, Gandalf signaled the sea of Riders to set out for battle.
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No one spoke for the first couple of hours. The Riders all knew where they were going and worried about their families at Helm's Deep and the result of the battle. Gandalf seemed deep in thought, as several things were weighing on him yet he did not share his troubles with others. Leiawyn and Eomer were content with just being near each other. They had even begun to breath alike, their chest rising and falling in unison.
Eomer loved holding her in his arms and the smell of her hair as the wind blew it in his face. The love he felt for her was almost enough to make him want to leave the war behind, almost. He thought of taking her to a quiet place that no one knows of and the two of them living in happiness for all their lives. Yet, he knew that they could never live in happiness and peace until Sauron and Saruman were defeated. He could not let his people and the world fall to evil. It would never happen as long as he was alive. He was the Third Marshal of the Mark first, a lover second. If he lost that way of thinking he had no idea what would become of Middle Earth
Leiawyn couldn't think of anything better then being this close to Eomer. She had her hands placed over his and, after the first hour, she knew his hands better than her own. They were strong, rough hands. Yet they were gentle and loving when it came to touching her. His right hand had a small, round scar on his palm that, Leiawyn figured, he must have got as a young boy. His left hand was perfect except that his pointer finger was slightly crooked from healing the wrong way after being broken. She wished that she had the chance to learn this much about the rest of his body.
"Are you scared?" Eomer asked suddenly breaking the silence.
"Yes. I am scared for the fate of Middle Earth. For the people and children who may have to grow up in a world of pain and death. I'm scared for those who have to fight this battle and those who will fight the war." Leiawyn tilted her head back to look at him. "However, there are things that give me hope. People who are willing to fight for freedom. The courage that is found in the people of Middle Earth. Hobbits, Dwarfs, Elves and Men give me hope. Our love gives me hope."
"It gives me hope too. The world has changed. I have seen friendships formed from the most unlikely of candidates. I believe it will be a difficult war and that we will come through it victorious." Eomer kissed Leiawyn on the forehead and the two became silent once more. They felt the silence was even better than talking.
They had rode all night and most of the day when they finally came to rest in a small, secluded field at the foot of the mountains. Scouts were sent out to Helm's Deep and guards were put on watch. It was still light out so small fires were made to cook on, without fear of being discovered. The Riders were more cheerful, talking and joking as they ate.
Leiawyn ate alone, while Eomer and Gandalf went for a walk to talk about the upcoming battle and the best road to take to reach Helm's Deep. Leiawyn listen to the banter of the Riders and felt like she was with the Rangers again. Thirty minutes later Eomer returned to find Leiawyn sitting up against a tree. He could see the exhaustion in her beautiful face, but it seemed she was fighting sleep.
"Leia? You should be sleeping." He went to her bag and pulled out her bedroll and laid it out on the ground. Then he took out his own bed roll and placed it about a foot away from hers.
"I can't. Every time I sleep I either don't dream or have nightmares. I rather stay awake." She told him as she watched him walk over to her. He looked her sternly and bent down.
"Too bad that is not an option." Eomer said picking Leiawyn up. He carried her to her blanket and gently laid her down. Leiawyn tried to get back up, but her stubbornness just encouraged him. He straddled her and pinned her down "You will sleep if I have to force you to lay down the whole time."
She stopped struggling and he pulled his blanket next to hers and laid down on it. Reaching over he gently pulled Leiawyn into his arms and cover them up with one blanket. There they slept with their legs and arms woven together and breathing in unison once more. For those three hours the Riders rested, Leiawyn slept in bliss. In the arms of the man she loved, oblivious to world around her. Eomer was right, good will triumph over evil. It had too, for the world's sake and theirs.
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A/N: Review! Next up the two lovers will be parted by war. I am using the movies as my timeline and since ROTK isn't out yet I will have to use the book to take up where the movie left off. I don't know about you but I don't think I could wait 11 months to update the story!