Eomer cast his weary gaze upon the Golden Hall, his home, it seemed
as though it was not real. As if he were still walking through some hazy
dream. He was aware of the whispers coming from the villagers as he made
his well to Meduseld. A child ran to another child, and began to speak
excitedly, only to be silenced by a woman, his mother he supposed, with a
sharp look. Eomer lifted his gaze to the steps of the Golden Hall, were his
wife always stood to greet him whenever he returned home. His heart sunk
when he saw that she was not there. However, perhaps Lothiriel merely did
not know of his return. He went up the steps to be greeted by the guards,
standing up straighter, and nodding their heads in respect to the King.
The doors opened and Eomer hoped Lothiriel would rush out to greet him as she always did, however it was not Lothiriel who appeared in the door. It was her brother Erchirion.
Eomer stared at him, surprised by his presence. "Erchirion-"
However, he did not have time to voice his surprise. The Lord of Dol Amroth glared at the King, his eyes burning with anger and hatred. "So you've returned." He stated bitterly.
Eomer did not quite know how to respond, but the anger of Erchirion was not what troubled him. It was the absence of Lothiriel. "My wife? Where is she?"
His eyes hardened, "My sister has lost her senses while you selfishly were off gallivanting through Rohan." Erchirion's voice shook with anger as he regarded the King coldly. "You vowed once you would never cause harm to my sister, you obviously do not hold to those vows, Eomer, Eomund's son." He spat these words out with all the venom he could muster.
Eomer stared at his brother-in-law in shock. His words began to hit the King and they filled him with rage. Without thinking of the consequences, he found himself launching himself towards Erchirion.
The Gondorian Lord was caught off guard by Eomer's sudden attack, but fought back. The guards moved forward to defend their King but were stop by a few harsh words in Rohirric as Eomer ducked from a blow of Erchirion's fist. The two were both seasoned warriors, Erchirion was taller than the King of the Mark, but Eomer's fury more than made up for any advantage. Erchirion had no wish to harm the King, his words were spoken out of anger and distress for his sister's state. Eomer on the other hand, seemed to mean to kill the Dol Amroth Lord. In his eyes there was such fury and madness that he barely seemed to be a man at all, but some sort of beast, more horrible than any that ever set foot upon Middle Earth.
Erchirion managed to get in a few blows of his own, but these were no match for Eomer. He soon found himself pinned to the dirt trying desperately to avoid the furious King's fist.
Luckily, the fight was broken up abruptly. "Your majesty, cease this at once!"
Mirdra, the mid-wife had appeared. Her lips pressed in a firm line, resembling a disapproving Grandmother as she swooped down on the two men, Amrothos not far behind. Eomer was suddenly pulled back into his mind. His eyes changed, and he released the tall Gondorian's collar, stepping back. Shocked at his own actions he offered to help the man to his feet.
"I am sorry Erchirion." He said softly. Eomer felt his cheek where Erchirion had managed to hit him and was surprised to feel tears there. He wondered when he had started crying and quickly blinked them away. Such a display would not fit the King of the Mark. Although, his fight with his brother-in-law and ally was not exactly court protocol either. He could already here the murmur of his people discussing what they had just witnessed.
Erchirion hesitated, accepted the King's offer and climbed to his feet. His jaw hurt from where Eomer had hit him, and he would definitely feel the rest of the powerful King's punches tomorrow.
Amrothos stepped forward, he gave his brother a look that clearly read, 'What did you do?' And then turned his attention to the King. The younger Lord of Dol Amroth's eyes were nothing like his brother's. Instead of anger there was sorrow and pity. "Eomer, I am sorry for your loss." He said softly, embracing him as a brother.
Eomer looked away for a moment; unable to find a suitable reply he merely nodded his head. He then turned back to them, "My wife?" He asked softly.
Erchirion exchanged a glace with his brother and the mid-wife. A silent debate passed through the three of them of who should tell Eomer of Lothiriel's current state of mind. Erchirion would be quick to anger, Amrothos had not yet seen his sister, and did not truly understand her state of mind. The duty fell to Mirdra to report to the King the sad condition of the Queen. The old woman heaved a heavy sigh and stepped forward.
"Come your Majesty." She said softly. "We should speak in private."
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"So my wife sees what she wishes to see, and not the truth?" Eomer said softly after hearing Mirdra's reports of Lothiriel's behavior.
Mirdra gave the King a sympathetic look. "She does not accept it, and try as I might, I cannot make her see truth."
Eomer sighed and put his head in his hands, rubbing his temples to combat the headache that was beginning to befall him. The moment he had entered the Golden Hall his advisors had demanded answers to every question they had gathered during his absence. Eomer ordered them out, promising to deal with them later. His wife was his first concern and he would not be able to concentrate on other matters until she was cared for. However, he was at a loss as to what he could do. "Surely she is not as bad as you say." He said, looking at the elderly woman hopefully.
Erchirion, who had stood quietly with his brother to the side of the room as Mirdra told Eomer of the illness that had fallen Lothiriel, spoke. "I saw Lothiriel before you arrived." He sighed heavily, meeting the eyes of the King. "And I am sorry to say that it is not as Mirdra says, it is worse." He took a deep breath. "I had hoped that perhaps our visit," He nodded to his brother. "Would help her. But it did nothing. She just kept rocking that cradle, as if she saw the child there."
Mirdra nodded, "I tried to remove the cradle your Majesty, but the Queen went into a fit of violent hysterics. I stopped my attempt for I feared that she would do harm to herself or someone else."
Amrothos bit his lip with worry, "There must be something we can do." He said.
Mirdra turned to regard him, and the wisdom in her eyes seemed to disappear as she admitted her failure. "My Lords, I have no more suggestions. For the first time in my many years of service as a mid-wife, I am at a complete loss. All women grieve when they loss a child to be sure, but I have never seen a woman so complete lose her mind as her Majesty."
"Perhaps it is the elvish blood that legend claims runs through our veins." Amrothos observed. "I have heard that for an elf, grief can be overwhelming, even deadly." He recalled knowledge he had heard long ago, in the days of his youth spent pouring through books in his father's study.
The room fell silent as thoughts dwelled on these words. If no one could find a way to help her, would Lothiriel slowly fade away and die?
Erchirion cleared his throat, bringing attention back on himself and pulling everyone out of their thoughts. "I will take Lothiriel to Dol Amroth." He stated firmly. "Perhaps a change of scenery will improve her condidtions."
Eomer looked at the man sharply, anger built inside him at what he viewed as arrogance and an assumption that Erchirion could better care for his wife than himself. "No." He replied, giving Erchirion as fierce glare.
Erchirion returned it, refusing to back down. "It was not a request."
Eomer stood, outraged at the bold manner of the Dol Amroth Lord's tone. "You have no right!"
"She is my sister!" Erchirion exclaimed, anger causes his voice to rise.
Eomer was trembling with furious anger and it was taking every ounce of control not to physically throw him out of the Hall. He moved so he was inches away from Erchirion, menacing even if the Gondorian was a bit taller than the King of the Mark.
"She is my wife." His voice was low and threatening. "And if you-"
"Eomer?"
Eomer King was suddenly cut off by a soft voice from the back of the Hall. Recognizing the voice all heads snapped in its direction to see Lothiriel standing in the center of the hall. She seemed like something from a dream, but not a pleasant dream at all. Her face was deathly pale and her eyes wide with confusion. She seemed lost, like a spirit that was missing something and desperately trying to find it. She did not look like the Lothiriel that Eomer knew, but a mere shadow of her former self. He could only stare at her, unable to find words to answer her.
Mirdra moved first, she was always quick to recover her senses, and almost used to the sight of the shell of the Queen. "My Lady, you should not be here." She stepped forward to take the Queen's arm and lead her back to her chambers.
Lothiriel shrugged the hands off and took a step towards her husband. "Eomer, I cannot find Theomund. Is he with you?" She asked, her voice lost somewhere between panic and hope.
Eomer felt a lump rising in his throat and raged against it. Trying to keep his voice steady he replied after thought, "The child is....... resting, Lothiriel."
She seemed to accept this, yet in her mind the child was merely sleeping and would wake as he always did. "Then I shall be there when he wakes." She said distantly, turning to leave.
"Lothiriel!" Eomer called, stopping her. She turned and he quickly crossed the room to her. He put a hand to her cheek, looking deep into her eyes, hoping to find something there. Some sort of sign of recognition of the truth, some sign of recovery of her senses. Something to bring him hope. "Stop this." He whispered simply.
Lothiriel gave him a strange smile. "I must go Eomer." She then turned her eyes away from him. "I can hear the baby crying."
Eomer gripped her arm to prevent her from leaving. "The baby is dead Lothiriel." He said, choking on the harshness of these words.
Lothiriel jerked away from his arms, staring at him in shock. "Why would you say such an awful thing? Do not even jest of such Eomer." She quickly left, returning to their chambers to tend to the baby. The baby who was not there.
Eomer stared after her a moment in shock. Then closed his eyes in pain and frustration. Guilt at leaving Edoras hit him, and he wondered if he had stayed with Lothiriel if she would have come to this.
Erchirion watched him a moment, silently, out of respect for the King. Finally he spoke as gently as he could. "We only want what is best for her Eomer." He said, resting a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "As I am sure you do as well."
Eomer turned to the man, attempting to regain some control over his emotions. When he had enough to speak he replied. "I love her, and wish for her to remain here with all my heart. But I will not see her destroyed here." He closed his eyes again, opening them with a sigh. "I ask for a week. If she has shown no improvement by then, I will send her to Dol Amroth with you for recovery."
Amrothos stepped forward, still staring after his sister in shock and disbelief. He turned his gaze with much effort to Eomer. "Then for you I hope she recovers in that time." He then looked back to the corridor where Lothiriel had just disappeared. "And for hers."
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A/N- I am a million times sorry about the amount of time it took to update! Exams occupied much of my time. Then I traveled all over the state of Virginia visiting various friends. Now I'm starting a new job and am seriously going to regret staying up this late writing. But I've made you wait long enough and can't get over the feelings of guilt I get during the day not updating ever! Anyway! I'll try not to go so long without updating again because I seriously feel bad about that! Hope this was okay, it's seriously late and I'm too tired to proofread... if I see anything HORRIBLY wrong I'll correct... if not well... why are you complaining then? Hehe! Just kidding! Complain away! I get that all the time at work where I'm training for a crazy job that I don't know anything about! Well... not really complaints... just people telling me how to do stuff which I REALLY APPRECIATE as I have NO IDEA what I'm doing. Sorry. Little vent there. Anyway! Sorry again! Hope you enjoyed!
TelriMaiden- Hehe... sorry about not updating soon... anyway! Is Lothiriel going to be okay? Well I'm not telling :-P You'll just have to keep reading won't you? Mwahahahahaha! Sorry... evil Bean has taken over at the moment. Darn me and my many personalities. Anyway! Hope you enjoyed the chapter! I'll try to update quicker next time :-)
Isa- Thanks for reviewing! Sorry for not updating and keeping you hanging! It seems Lothiriel will understand the baby's dead when I understand my job... which will be not for quite some time, but like Lothiriel, I have a week to come to an understanding (is afraid). Anyway, I'll stop complaining about my job now! And I'll update sooner next time because there's no excuse in my keeping you waiting that long. Hope the chapter was worth the wait, or if it wasn't... hope you at least somewhat enjoyed it!
Rohan-nitpick- Yay! I'm disturbing! I'm so proud. Actually I don't know how I'm going to fix Lothiriel.... I'll think of something.... hopefully it won't be stupid.... I have some ideas.... I did consider having Eomer hit her over the head a few times to give her memory loss... just kidding. I think if I had Eomer do that people would come hurt me. Although he was only trying to help ;-) Thanks for the reviews. Hope you haven't lost interest in this story since I took millions of years to update. This chapter was written at such different times when I was in such different moods I'm not sure if its okay or not... I really hope it is.... I hate it when I feel like I've dropped the ball on something... like a couple chapters in Those We Love for example (lol I think you know the ones... when it got really slow and pointless...) ... and MOST of that Legolas story I wrote... Anyway, sorry about the wait. Happy reading!
Kezya- Aw! You're so sweet! Thank you! When people say such nice things it makes me feel awful about taking so long to update. So here's the biggest apology I can give you:
SORRY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Anyway, thanks so much for reviewing. I hope this chapter met your expectations. If not, I'm extremely sorry. Keep reading though! Hehe! Maybe I'll do better next chapter!
Lady of Legolas: Thanks for the review! Sorry about taking so long! Yes, Eomer had to face wraith. I feel sorry for him, although I made him do these things... shrug. Oh well. He's a big boy. He'll get over it :-) Thanks for the review! Happy reading!
Okay, I'm tired and it's late so no creative begging for reviews today. Just know that I've started a crazy job that makes me insane and reviews make me happy. So it would really help if you could send me one. Good or bad. I don't care, just don't cuss me out or something. That's just rude. I hate rude. Anyway! Hope you enjoyed! Until next time!
The doors opened and Eomer hoped Lothiriel would rush out to greet him as she always did, however it was not Lothiriel who appeared in the door. It was her brother Erchirion.
Eomer stared at him, surprised by his presence. "Erchirion-"
However, he did not have time to voice his surprise. The Lord of Dol Amroth glared at the King, his eyes burning with anger and hatred. "So you've returned." He stated bitterly.
Eomer did not quite know how to respond, but the anger of Erchirion was not what troubled him. It was the absence of Lothiriel. "My wife? Where is she?"
His eyes hardened, "My sister has lost her senses while you selfishly were off gallivanting through Rohan." Erchirion's voice shook with anger as he regarded the King coldly. "You vowed once you would never cause harm to my sister, you obviously do not hold to those vows, Eomer, Eomund's son." He spat these words out with all the venom he could muster.
Eomer stared at his brother-in-law in shock. His words began to hit the King and they filled him with rage. Without thinking of the consequences, he found himself launching himself towards Erchirion.
The Gondorian Lord was caught off guard by Eomer's sudden attack, but fought back. The guards moved forward to defend their King but were stop by a few harsh words in Rohirric as Eomer ducked from a blow of Erchirion's fist. The two were both seasoned warriors, Erchirion was taller than the King of the Mark, but Eomer's fury more than made up for any advantage. Erchirion had no wish to harm the King, his words were spoken out of anger and distress for his sister's state. Eomer on the other hand, seemed to mean to kill the Dol Amroth Lord. In his eyes there was such fury and madness that he barely seemed to be a man at all, but some sort of beast, more horrible than any that ever set foot upon Middle Earth.
Erchirion managed to get in a few blows of his own, but these were no match for Eomer. He soon found himself pinned to the dirt trying desperately to avoid the furious King's fist.
Luckily, the fight was broken up abruptly. "Your majesty, cease this at once!"
Mirdra, the mid-wife had appeared. Her lips pressed in a firm line, resembling a disapproving Grandmother as she swooped down on the two men, Amrothos not far behind. Eomer was suddenly pulled back into his mind. His eyes changed, and he released the tall Gondorian's collar, stepping back. Shocked at his own actions he offered to help the man to his feet.
"I am sorry Erchirion." He said softly. Eomer felt his cheek where Erchirion had managed to hit him and was surprised to feel tears there. He wondered when he had started crying and quickly blinked them away. Such a display would not fit the King of the Mark. Although, his fight with his brother-in-law and ally was not exactly court protocol either. He could already here the murmur of his people discussing what they had just witnessed.
Erchirion hesitated, accepted the King's offer and climbed to his feet. His jaw hurt from where Eomer had hit him, and he would definitely feel the rest of the powerful King's punches tomorrow.
Amrothos stepped forward, he gave his brother a look that clearly read, 'What did you do?' And then turned his attention to the King. The younger Lord of Dol Amroth's eyes were nothing like his brother's. Instead of anger there was sorrow and pity. "Eomer, I am sorry for your loss." He said softly, embracing him as a brother.
Eomer looked away for a moment; unable to find a suitable reply he merely nodded his head. He then turned back to them, "My wife?" He asked softly.
Erchirion exchanged a glace with his brother and the mid-wife. A silent debate passed through the three of them of who should tell Eomer of Lothiriel's current state of mind. Erchirion would be quick to anger, Amrothos had not yet seen his sister, and did not truly understand her state of mind. The duty fell to Mirdra to report to the King the sad condition of the Queen. The old woman heaved a heavy sigh and stepped forward.
"Come your Majesty." She said softly. "We should speak in private."
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"So my wife sees what she wishes to see, and not the truth?" Eomer said softly after hearing Mirdra's reports of Lothiriel's behavior.
Mirdra gave the King a sympathetic look. "She does not accept it, and try as I might, I cannot make her see truth."
Eomer sighed and put his head in his hands, rubbing his temples to combat the headache that was beginning to befall him. The moment he had entered the Golden Hall his advisors had demanded answers to every question they had gathered during his absence. Eomer ordered them out, promising to deal with them later. His wife was his first concern and he would not be able to concentrate on other matters until she was cared for. However, he was at a loss as to what he could do. "Surely she is not as bad as you say." He said, looking at the elderly woman hopefully.
Erchirion, who had stood quietly with his brother to the side of the room as Mirdra told Eomer of the illness that had fallen Lothiriel, spoke. "I saw Lothiriel before you arrived." He sighed heavily, meeting the eyes of the King. "And I am sorry to say that it is not as Mirdra says, it is worse." He took a deep breath. "I had hoped that perhaps our visit," He nodded to his brother. "Would help her. But it did nothing. She just kept rocking that cradle, as if she saw the child there."
Mirdra nodded, "I tried to remove the cradle your Majesty, but the Queen went into a fit of violent hysterics. I stopped my attempt for I feared that she would do harm to herself or someone else."
Amrothos bit his lip with worry, "There must be something we can do." He said.
Mirdra turned to regard him, and the wisdom in her eyes seemed to disappear as she admitted her failure. "My Lords, I have no more suggestions. For the first time in my many years of service as a mid-wife, I am at a complete loss. All women grieve when they loss a child to be sure, but I have never seen a woman so complete lose her mind as her Majesty."
"Perhaps it is the elvish blood that legend claims runs through our veins." Amrothos observed. "I have heard that for an elf, grief can be overwhelming, even deadly." He recalled knowledge he had heard long ago, in the days of his youth spent pouring through books in his father's study.
The room fell silent as thoughts dwelled on these words. If no one could find a way to help her, would Lothiriel slowly fade away and die?
Erchirion cleared his throat, bringing attention back on himself and pulling everyone out of their thoughts. "I will take Lothiriel to Dol Amroth." He stated firmly. "Perhaps a change of scenery will improve her condidtions."
Eomer looked at the man sharply, anger built inside him at what he viewed as arrogance and an assumption that Erchirion could better care for his wife than himself. "No." He replied, giving Erchirion as fierce glare.
Erchirion returned it, refusing to back down. "It was not a request."
Eomer stood, outraged at the bold manner of the Dol Amroth Lord's tone. "You have no right!"
"She is my sister!" Erchirion exclaimed, anger causes his voice to rise.
Eomer was trembling with furious anger and it was taking every ounce of control not to physically throw him out of the Hall. He moved so he was inches away from Erchirion, menacing even if the Gondorian was a bit taller than the King of the Mark.
"She is my wife." His voice was low and threatening. "And if you-"
"Eomer?"
Eomer King was suddenly cut off by a soft voice from the back of the Hall. Recognizing the voice all heads snapped in its direction to see Lothiriel standing in the center of the hall. She seemed like something from a dream, but not a pleasant dream at all. Her face was deathly pale and her eyes wide with confusion. She seemed lost, like a spirit that was missing something and desperately trying to find it. She did not look like the Lothiriel that Eomer knew, but a mere shadow of her former self. He could only stare at her, unable to find words to answer her.
Mirdra moved first, she was always quick to recover her senses, and almost used to the sight of the shell of the Queen. "My Lady, you should not be here." She stepped forward to take the Queen's arm and lead her back to her chambers.
Lothiriel shrugged the hands off and took a step towards her husband. "Eomer, I cannot find Theomund. Is he with you?" She asked, her voice lost somewhere between panic and hope.
Eomer felt a lump rising in his throat and raged against it. Trying to keep his voice steady he replied after thought, "The child is....... resting, Lothiriel."
She seemed to accept this, yet in her mind the child was merely sleeping and would wake as he always did. "Then I shall be there when he wakes." She said distantly, turning to leave.
"Lothiriel!" Eomer called, stopping her. She turned and he quickly crossed the room to her. He put a hand to her cheek, looking deep into her eyes, hoping to find something there. Some sort of sign of recognition of the truth, some sign of recovery of her senses. Something to bring him hope. "Stop this." He whispered simply.
Lothiriel gave him a strange smile. "I must go Eomer." She then turned her eyes away from him. "I can hear the baby crying."
Eomer gripped her arm to prevent her from leaving. "The baby is dead Lothiriel." He said, choking on the harshness of these words.
Lothiriel jerked away from his arms, staring at him in shock. "Why would you say such an awful thing? Do not even jest of such Eomer." She quickly left, returning to their chambers to tend to the baby. The baby who was not there.
Eomer stared after her a moment in shock. Then closed his eyes in pain and frustration. Guilt at leaving Edoras hit him, and he wondered if he had stayed with Lothiriel if she would have come to this.
Erchirion watched him a moment, silently, out of respect for the King. Finally he spoke as gently as he could. "We only want what is best for her Eomer." He said, resting a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "As I am sure you do as well."
Eomer turned to the man, attempting to regain some control over his emotions. When he had enough to speak he replied. "I love her, and wish for her to remain here with all my heart. But I will not see her destroyed here." He closed his eyes again, opening them with a sigh. "I ask for a week. If she has shown no improvement by then, I will send her to Dol Amroth with you for recovery."
Amrothos stepped forward, still staring after his sister in shock and disbelief. He turned his gaze with much effort to Eomer. "Then for you I hope she recovers in that time." He then looked back to the corridor where Lothiriel had just disappeared. "And for hers."
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A/N- I am a million times sorry about the amount of time it took to update! Exams occupied much of my time. Then I traveled all over the state of Virginia visiting various friends. Now I'm starting a new job and am seriously going to regret staying up this late writing. But I've made you wait long enough and can't get over the feelings of guilt I get during the day not updating ever! Anyway! I'll try not to go so long without updating again because I seriously feel bad about that! Hope this was okay, it's seriously late and I'm too tired to proofread... if I see anything HORRIBLY wrong I'll correct... if not well... why are you complaining then? Hehe! Just kidding! Complain away! I get that all the time at work where I'm training for a crazy job that I don't know anything about! Well... not really complaints... just people telling me how to do stuff which I REALLY APPRECIATE as I have NO IDEA what I'm doing. Sorry. Little vent there. Anyway! Sorry again! Hope you enjoyed!
TelriMaiden- Hehe... sorry about not updating soon... anyway! Is Lothiriel going to be okay? Well I'm not telling :-P You'll just have to keep reading won't you? Mwahahahahaha! Sorry... evil Bean has taken over at the moment. Darn me and my many personalities. Anyway! Hope you enjoyed the chapter! I'll try to update quicker next time :-)
Isa- Thanks for reviewing! Sorry for not updating and keeping you hanging! It seems Lothiriel will understand the baby's dead when I understand my job... which will be not for quite some time, but like Lothiriel, I have a week to come to an understanding (is afraid). Anyway, I'll stop complaining about my job now! And I'll update sooner next time because there's no excuse in my keeping you waiting that long. Hope the chapter was worth the wait, or if it wasn't... hope you at least somewhat enjoyed it!
Rohan-nitpick- Yay! I'm disturbing! I'm so proud. Actually I don't know how I'm going to fix Lothiriel.... I'll think of something.... hopefully it won't be stupid.... I have some ideas.... I did consider having Eomer hit her over the head a few times to give her memory loss... just kidding. I think if I had Eomer do that people would come hurt me. Although he was only trying to help ;-) Thanks for the reviews. Hope you haven't lost interest in this story since I took millions of years to update. This chapter was written at such different times when I was in such different moods I'm not sure if its okay or not... I really hope it is.... I hate it when I feel like I've dropped the ball on something... like a couple chapters in Those We Love for example (lol I think you know the ones... when it got really slow and pointless...) ... and MOST of that Legolas story I wrote... Anyway, sorry about the wait. Happy reading!
Kezya- Aw! You're so sweet! Thank you! When people say such nice things it makes me feel awful about taking so long to update. So here's the biggest apology I can give you:
SORRY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Anyway, thanks so much for reviewing. I hope this chapter met your expectations. If not, I'm extremely sorry. Keep reading though! Hehe! Maybe I'll do better next chapter!
Lady of Legolas: Thanks for the review! Sorry about taking so long! Yes, Eomer had to face wraith. I feel sorry for him, although I made him do these things... shrug. Oh well. He's a big boy. He'll get over it :-) Thanks for the review! Happy reading!
Okay, I'm tired and it's late so no creative begging for reviews today. Just know that I've started a crazy job that makes me insane and reviews make me happy. So it would really help if you could send me one. Good or bad. I don't care, just don't cuss me out or something. That's just rude. I hate rude. Anyway! Hope you enjoyed! Until next time!
