Here is the new chapter peeps, sorry it has maybe not what you want. But I had to write this part, it is influential. I wonder if this story will ever get finished. Well not anytime soon, I can tell you that. There wouldn't be any fun in dragging it out then would there be? Lol

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(At Helm's Deep)

Eomer felt the hot breath of a warm wind against his neck. The day had dragged on him, and he had not welcomed it. He was angered inside himself. Deep and dying pain was welling inside of him and he could not stop it from growing. Eomer paced about the walls of the keep. His hair was greased with Orc blood he had not washed clean from it. Eowyn stared up at him from below, carrying a wooden bucket filled with water. Somehow she could feel the anger pooling off of him, she wondered if it were her own doing that created it.

"My lady." Eowyn turned startled by the voice, Gimli stood staring at her. "How are you holding?" Eowyn was confused by the question. "I beg your pardon?" she said in a strange tone, Gimli fumbled with the words he was searching for. "What I meant was… Are you alright?" Eowyn nodded without a word. Gimli, unsettled by the silence then stuttered a bit before quickly walking away. Eowyn hated the fact that she had been treated thusly. She had wronged many, and she was sorry for it, though that would never heal the gaping wound in her heart.

"Eowyn." Struck from her thoughts Eowyn looked up, Eomer was staring down at her with an angered look etched over him. Eowyn frowned only but a little and walked off. "Now she ignores me." Eomer said disgusted, "Was it I who started this? No, it was her." Eomer groaned. "You shouldn't talk to yourself lord Eomer; people will think you're bewitched." Faramir's voice was uninvited in Eomer's head. "Do not preach to me Faramir." Eomer stated with spite, "I am in no mood to tangle with you." Faramir crossed his arms, and tilted his head as he gave a mocked look to the Rohan captain. "And I suppose Eowyn is open for ridicule today?" Eomer turned his eyes up to meet the man.

"It was her own doing that set her to be seen this way, do not come over me with trying to give her sympathy. She may be my sister but she was still tried as a woman and a spiteful one at that." Faramir's expression was like stone; he was angered but the words but would not let it rise to the surface. "You know what she did. We all do! Do not tell me you sympathize with her." Faramir looked away, Eomer grinned slightly then. "I know you seek to ease her pain Faramir, but it will not be permitted. Not by me, I know your kind." Faramir stared at Eomer then their eyes searching each others. "I wasn't asking for your permission." Eomer growled at the words and went to strike Faramir but rage blinded him and his fist cracked against a stone pillar in the wall.

As Eomer grasped his hand and fell to his knee's red faced and sweating Faramir stood over him. "She is a woman Eomer, she does not belong to you, it is her own choice who she chooses to love. If not me then another. I will not make that choice for her, but I will also not refuse to acknowledge my own feelings." Eomer looked up his body trembling as he held back agonizing tears for his wound.   Faramir smiled down at him though, and extended his hand out to him.

Eomer looked away with trembling eyes "I do not want your sympathy. "  He griped. Faramir laughed lightly, "I would not dream of sympathizing with you my lord that is for common folk." Eomer laughed lightly, and took Faramir's hand. As he rose though Faramir was surprised and rather shocked as Eomer struck him hard in the stomach, forcing air out of him like bubbles rising to a waters surface. "Stay away from my sister." Eomer said plainly letting Faramir fall to his knee's coughing ad choking for breath as the Rohan soldier briskly walked away to nurse his own wound.

Eowyn was pulled from her stable chore as she had heard someone gasping, it was above she could tell. She wondered briefly is angels were choking on the foul death in the air. But the thought fleeted as she recognized the voice. Faramir briefly caught the scent of rose and then felt a soft hand on his shoulder. "Are you alright? Did something hit you?" it was Eowyn; Faramir shuddered remembering the feeling of a hard boned fist against him. "I'm fine…," he breathed in barely a whisper. Eowyn's eyes searched and scanned over Faramir, "Are you certain? I thought for a moment you may have been hurt." Faramir, refrained from admitting how hurt he was, especially his pride.

Eowyn helped him to his feet then, stumbling a bit as the blood rushed back to his feet Faramir felt it in his face. A hot blush peeling his hurt away. His dusty chestnut hair shied the blush from view though. "Can I help you? Can you walk?" She was concerned, Faramir could feel it. She cared about him somehow he felt it in the tone she gave. Eowyn was started as suddenly Faramir's lips covered her mouth forcing all words back inside of her throat. Her eyes were wide and she felt nothing for a moment, then she recognized what was happening and she pushed. Faramir fell back against one of the pillars as Eowyn wiped her mouth on her sleeve.

"You have some nerve Faramir." She said, Faramir tried not to smile. "You are cold lady Eowyn." She stared at him trying to hold her ground. "That was uncalled for." She stated trying to keep her voice below a screaming tone. "I expect you to apologize for that." She said her face still contorted in a disgusted expression. "I will not." Faramir said breathing heavily. Eowyn got a vengeful look on her face then as she walked up to Faramir grabbing him by the collar of his tunic. "You disgust me." She said aloud. Faramir put his hand on her clenched fist, but she pulled away. "Don't touch me!" She yelled. Faramir was some what surprised by the reaction he had gotten from his spontaneous action.

Eowyn pointed a finger at him but couldn't make the words she wished to scream at him. "Say what you will." Faramir said, looking down holding his arm around himself then. Eowyn clenched her fists around her dress. "Faramir!" she yelled, but he did not look up at her. "You cannot imagine the pain I am feeling, I couldn't voice this anguish to you. You can't understand the way I feel." Her blueberry eyes were a frozen shade as she stared at him. Faramir met her gaze, and saw the glassy water forming over her eyes. "Do you know how much harder you have made everything for me?" she said with a shaking voice, trying to refrain from sobbing.

Faramir reached out then and touched her face, it was cold. Like winters chill. Eowyn closed her eyes as his callused fingers trailed through her hair then came back to rest at his side. "Eowyn..." he started, "Don't…" were her words. "Please just don't." Faramir looked at her with a sympathetic glow in his eyes. "Please, don't forgive me…" she said, as tears began to stream down her ivory face. "I don't deserve it; I don't deserve to be forgiven." Faramir didn't know how to feel, but there was a great ball rolling over itself, over and over again inside his stomach. Hurting and tugging at his heart strings.

"Eowyn, please…" he said calmly. "Please don't cry." Eowyn breathed through her teeth as she looked at him. "I only cry because I have lost it all." She said and rushed away from him then. Faramir felt sick inside, her sobbing and whimpering cries as she trailed away from him, out of reach of his minds sight. He had such guilt now. He had not been sorry for the kiss. But it had been strange; her lips were cold, uninviting and sour. But he liked it, the taste it gave him. When their lips crushed against each others like the snap of unripe fruit as it stings your tongue with bitterness. 'Like poison.' Faramir thought.

(Elsewhere)

There was an unsettling silence between the group as the sun had begun to set. A fire was burning bright and violently in the circle Legolas had built for it to live. Haldir breathed heavily, his wound would heal but the extra pain Legolas was causing by curing it was making Haldir slightly mad. "Must it take this long?" Haldir complained between agonizing breaths, Legolas turned his eyes towards Haldir. "It must be cured." He said plainly and pressed the green plant mixture into the groaning elf's skin. Aragorn sat resting against a stone, the odd whimpering noises Haldir made were annoying him.

He had regained some of his sanity as he sat alone. Legolas did not talk to him. He had gone straight to making a plant curing to take away the burning of the bacteria in Haldir's wound. Though all the ranger could hear was complaining. Haldir gasped as Legolas fingers trailed across the gash. Pressing the pasted grasses and herbs into the wound. "It hurts." Haldir said in an anguished whisper through gritted teeth. "I know." Legolas said, tracing his thumb over the mixture to smooth it. Blood had dried over his hands as he had worked without need to clean himself.

Haldir's head fell back against the ground as Legolas finished placing leaves that were bound together over the wound. "Rest now or it will sap your strength more than it has already." Haldir's eyes rolled back a little, his face was covered by sweat and his cheeks flushed of color as he tried to remain calm." Don't move Haldir, just rest." Legolas repeated and he placed his hand over the injured elf's eyes. Lulling Haldir into a deep and relaxed slumber.

Aragorn strode over to Legolas, standing over him. "Is he alright?" Legolas did not look up at him. "You injured him; maybe you can answer that yourself." Aragorn rolled his eyes and pressed the heel off his hand against his eyes. "I'm sorry Legolas, I told you I am." Legolas did not stir he packed the leaves and grasses into a leathered pouch. "Are you going to ignore me now? I said I was sorry. What must I do to prove this to you?" Legolas stood and walked over to a satchel he had placed by a large stone. Aragorn was growing impatient, he did not know why he was so short tempered or why he had attacked Haldir. After it had happened he felt as if something lifted from him and he knew what he had done was wrong, but it had no meaning for the act itself, he had felt justified somehow.

"You should rest Aragorn." Legolas said not looking at him as he arranged items in his satchel. Aragorn glared at Legolas, he hated waiting. It was like slow torture and he felt as if he was bound to feel this way eternally. "Aragorn." Legolas said turning to stare at him for the first time in what seemed hours. "You must rest, the day has fleeted." Aragorn came to the fair elf's side then and knelt next to him staring into his eyes. They were purple in the low light. Like blood bruises staring at him blankly. "Legolas, all I want is to embrace you. To feel the love we shared in the forest, before any of this tore us apart. I know you feel the same way." Aragorn placed a heavy hand on Legolas' shoulder, but the elf just stared at him.

"You know nothing." He said pulling away and taking a place next to Haldir, "Legolas, can we not talk through this?" Aragorn pleaded. "No… We can't" Legolas said, Aragorn's eyes filled with sadness. "Not today Aragorn. Today you rest; we will talk of such things when you are ready to." The feeling in the tortured man was burning like the fire that danced between the former lovers. "I am ready to talk Legolas, if you will just give me the chance to explain…" "No." came the words, like a blade cutting through the thickness of Aragorn's emotions. "Not now Aragorn. Now I can't talk to you. Now you rest." Aragorn looked at the ground, "Will you not listen to me at all?" Legolas turned away then and said nothing. And Aragorn knew somehow things would never be the same.