I would like to thank all who have reviewed my story so far. I do think that now that I have made the mistake with Dear old Theoden's relation to our heroine I will have to fit it into the storyline. I left a note in the first chapter saying this. I am sorry, but it has been a while since I read the books. Sure I saw the movie but still movies don't always hold such minor details well enough to be noticeable. The close relation betwixt the two characters was essential to the story. She has to be close to him. Give me time and let me weave the story. It will all fit together before the end. Thanks. Well keep reading and tell me what you think of it, please. It would make me so very happy. Shall I continue now? Let me remind you once again that all this story's elements belong to Tolkien. I am just twisting things to occupy myself. I love talking. You don't need to listen to me babble so I will start writing this chapter now.

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I never did tell you how the Snake took away my sword did I? How do you think that he did it? It must be obvious. The only power he had is through manipulation, wasn't it? He slowly turned my father into believing me to be the epitome of all that is evil. Me? Ha. I am far from that, I can assure you. Maybe I am not so good at taking orders, but that doesn't make me evil. My ability to sneak past commands is just one of the things that Wormtongue despised about me. I would not let him win our little game and it irked him more than anything. Oh, how satisfying I found his discomfort! I would purposely let slip an implied comment at dinner about his behavior towards me. It was delightful to see him squirm and fidget in that special leather dining chair of his as everyone else glared at him in absolute disgust.

That was all good and well except that the only person who could be increasingly found exempt from the mass of disgusted people would be my own father. He was entirely under the Snake's trance. Oh hell. It hurt me so much to see my father lose control over his mind. He was such a strong man. He unified the land of Rohan in so many ways. The people adored him just as I did. I cried at first but eventually the tears were replaced with something more filling, vengeance. Wormtongue would not survive the encounter. No, he would not. I am a determined person and I would not be easily swayed.

Wormtongue was furious with my distaste in him, and he turned to desperate means to seek my attention. He committed my father to parting his ways with me. First went the sword. The very thing Wormtongue knew made me who I was, he pilfered from me. He wanted to break my spirit. He failed miserably. To let you know he only succeeded in creating more of it. As a matter of fact the very next time that I saw him stalking me around the dreary halls outside my bedroom after dinner I surprised him. I slowed my pace.

I turned my head around slowly and stared him straight in the eye, daring him to make a move. Glaring at him relentlessly. I even teased him a bit, wrapping my fingers through the tendrils of my soft golden hair, to show him what he could not have from me. It was an arrogant move but I did it nontheless.

He halted altogether and drew in his breath harshly. I spun around and stomped torward at him in a dignified but highly un-lady-like fashion. My hand grabbed for the hilt of the blade that wasn't in the sheath that wasn't on my hip.

He stared me straight in the eye and sneered at me, "Whatever are you looking at, foolish girl? Surely you have better things to worry yourself about than talking my head off with pleasantries?" He was pretending that he wasn't following me! How absolutely repulsive!

"Pleasantries wouldn't suit you, Snake. What would suit you is my blade."

He laughed a high false laugh that hid his fear. I don't understand him at all. Why would he treat me like this if he feared me? "Your blade, child? Women shouldn't arm themselves! How ridiculous! Even our king has told you this." His voice cracked a bit and I was more confused then I have been in a long time. "Now if you wish to speak against our king I will be forced to report you to him. As much as it would kill me, I would do that for my King. My duty is to my king." He stepped forward and grabbed my wrist. I hate to say it but it hurt. He was crushing my wrist with his bare hands!

I took my other hand, calloused from swordplay, and punched the Snake in his jaw as hard as my tall and proud standing father of yore might have done. I did it for my father... in his place. "When my father is rid of you- "

Both of my arms were grabbed again, and I was dragged down the hall being bellowed at by my captor, "-When your father is rid of me? He needs me, foolish girl! You need me! Where would Rohan be without me? You will-" I stopped listening as to my consternation I saw where he was dragging me. My bedroom. I tried to get my arms free but could not. I whipped his legs out from under him with my own but tripped over the wretched dress I was forced to wear. That was the Snake's doing, too!

Damn him. I fell on the cold cobblestone flooring and felt my head scream in pain as it was smashed down. My neck felt like it would break under the man's grasp. My top was torn in the struggle and not unintentionally, either. I threw another punch dizzily but missed. This man was strong for his size. I felt his weight bearing down on me, as I was subdued. I will run him through. I will. Once I get my sword back.

Blood was running in my eyes and it stung. "You can't do anything to hurt me, Snake. Don't you realize that? You can't break my spirit! I will always be Lady Eowyn of the Sword and I shall not be dominated here!" I put my hand to my heart emphatically before I slipped off into the world betwixt sleep and awareness because of the ferocious blow to my head.

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I awoke in my frighteningly silent bedroom. My mangled blood-stained dress and wrap lay in a neatly folded pile at the end of my dresser. There were deep crimsom blood stains splurted about on my soft white linens in random patterns that drove me crazy to stare at.. There was blood on the flagstone flooring as if I had been dragged across it numerous times. I couldn't possibly have been that bloodied up, could I have? I was only wounded on my head, wasn't I? I don't remember anything else. What happened here? Oh no! What happened? Why is it so quiet here? I shifted in my covers and then slid out of it silently as not to rouse the alert of Wormtongue. Wherever he is. He must be near by. He was. I gasped as I saw him.

At that moment Eomer came through the door carrying a tray with a jug of water on it, a glass, and a towel in his grasp. He looked startled, "You're awake!"

"Yes," I smiled relieved, "Thank you for what ever you did to him." I looked pointedly at the rumpled Snake coiled up in heaps on the floor.

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