I do not own anyone in the Lord of the rings.
Hey I got my first review. Thank you so much Elf ears. And thank you so
much for the information. I will go back and fix all those Faramirs. But I
am sorry to inform you that Eomer does not get together with Lothiriel. I
know that he is supposed to and I think it's really cute. But I just got
this little idea for him and someone else. It's nothing big. Hope you enjoy
it. And in this chapter there is mention of a flower. Lotusts. I don't
think that's how you really speel it. I don't know what oit looks like but
in this story it's purple.
The snow stung my face it was whipped so hard by the wind. I could barely see the front of my horse.
"My lord." Vrandrun yelled over the roar of the wind. "We should stop for the night." I nodded. He rode
further up.
"We will stop for the night." He yelled at the rest of the men. I felt a ripple of relief go through the men. We
stopped and climbed off our horses and soon the lights of fires could be seen and shouts of laughter could
be heard. I entered my tent and laid down on the bed of furs. I pinched my nose between two fingers and
breathed deeply.
"Why is it that everyone else is so happy?" I groaned. A rumble in my stomach made me get up and head
for the door. I stepped on something in the snow under the floor of my tent. It was hard and large. I looked
at the lump on the ground for a moment then I nudged it with my foot. It moved. I jumped back and my eyes
widened.
"Vradrun!" I shouted. Soon he burst into my tent.
"What is it my Lord?" I pointed at the lump under the floor. Vrandrun looked at it for a moment then He bent
down and poked it. It moved and he jumped back as well.
"There is someting alive under my tent." I said looking at him. He nodded. "We should get it out." He
nodded again and soon we were outside in the bitter cold pulling up tent stakes. The left side of my tent fell
and we lifted it up. A man crawled under the raised leather and soon reappeared pulling something along side
him. He stood and pulled it out the rest of the way and then he dumped it in the snow. We dropped the tent
and stood over the thing. It was a skinny leggy boy. He wore breeches and a shirt and vest and a cap but
wisps of dark hair stuck out. He had a nasty looking bump on his forehead and he was pale and shivering.
"Get my tent back up and take him inside." I said. The men hurriedly did as I said and soon the strange lad
was warming by a fire placed in my tent. A man who knew a little of the healing arts cam and examined the
head wound but deemed it was nothing serious. I watched as he put a healing salve on the wound and
noticed that the lad had very soft features. I figured his age to be about fourteen winters. The healer started
to pull the cap off the lad but the lad grabbed his arm and forced it away. The man who knew the healing
arts jumped up and took a step back when the lad grabbed a dagger and jumped and held to us menacingly.
"What are you doing?" The boy asked. I raised my hands.
"We found you in the snow. We helped you. My man was just check ing your head to see if you had
anymore bumps or wounds.
"No nothing." The boy pulling the cap further down.
"We're not trying to hurt you." I said. The boy lowered the dagger and looked at us suspiciously.
"I'm fine." He said. then he handed the dagger back and sat by the fire with his back to the wall so that no
one could sneak up on him was my guess. I sat across from him and offered a goblet of warm wine. He took
and gulped it down.
"Slow down boy there's plenty." I said. The boy just looked at me. I turned to the man and told him to find
food for the boy. And soon a small feast was placed before us. The boy grabbed at the food and stuffed it
in his mouth eagerly.
'What's you name boy?" I asked. He looked at me sharply. I noticed that he had eyes the color of lotusts
blooms in the spring. Purple with flecks of silver.
"Covren, and I'm not a boy." He said defensively.
"I'm sorry Covren. Your just a little young looking." I told him. He sneered at me.
"I'm sixteen." He said proudly. I remained silent and watched him eat.
"And who are you?" He asked between bites.
"I am Eomer. King of Rohan." I said. The boy looked at me over his food.
"And is that supposed to make me reverent?" He said. I shrugged.
" No. I just thought that you might want to know." I told him. He straightened.
"I'm royalty to you know." He said.
"Really." I said raising an eyebrow and looking him over.
"Yes. I am Prince Covren from a land over the sea called Isumbred." He said. I laughed.
"There is nothing over the sea save for the haven of the elves." I told the boy. He drew his brows together
in anger.
"That's not so." He shouted. I raised my hands.
"Please forgive me.I did not mean to rile you." I said. The boy calmed some and went back to eating.
"We will reach my city tomorrow." I told him standing. "You are welcome to stay."
"Maybe I will." He said. I watched him curl up by the fire. I crawled beneath my own furs but did not fall
asleep. I clutched the dagger at my side and stared wide eyed at the ceiling.
The snow stung my face it was whipped so hard by the wind. I could barely see the front of my horse.
"My lord." Vrandrun yelled over the roar of the wind. "We should stop for the night." I nodded. He rode
further up.
"We will stop for the night." He yelled at the rest of the men. I felt a ripple of relief go through the men. We
stopped and climbed off our horses and soon the lights of fires could be seen and shouts of laughter could
be heard. I entered my tent and laid down on the bed of furs. I pinched my nose between two fingers and
breathed deeply.
"Why is it that everyone else is so happy?" I groaned. A rumble in my stomach made me get up and head
for the door. I stepped on something in the snow under the floor of my tent. It was hard and large. I looked
at the lump on the ground for a moment then I nudged it with my foot. It moved. I jumped back and my eyes
widened.
"Vradrun!" I shouted. Soon he burst into my tent.
"What is it my Lord?" I pointed at the lump under the floor. Vrandrun looked at it for a moment then He bent
down and poked it. It moved and he jumped back as well.
"There is someting alive under my tent." I said looking at him. He nodded. "We should get it out." He
nodded again and soon we were outside in the bitter cold pulling up tent stakes. The left side of my tent fell
and we lifted it up. A man crawled under the raised leather and soon reappeared pulling something along side
him. He stood and pulled it out the rest of the way and then he dumped it in the snow. We dropped the tent
and stood over the thing. It was a skinny leggy boy. He wore breeches and a shirt and vest and a cap but
wisps of dark hair stuck out. He had a nasty looking bump on his forehead and he was pale and shivering.
"Get my tent back up and take him inside." I said. The men hurriedly did as I said and soon the strange lad
was warming by a fire placed in my tent. A man who knew a little of the healing arts cam and examined the
head wound but deemed it was nothing serious. I watched as he put a healing salve on the wound and
noticed that the lad had very soft features. I figured his age to be about fourteen winters. The healer started
to pull the cap off the lad but the lad grabbed his arm and forced it away. The man who knew the healing
arts jumped up and took a step back when the lad grabbed a dagger and jumped and held to us menacingly.
"What are you doing?" The boy asked. I raised my hands.
"We found you in the snow. We helped you. My man was just check ing your head to see if you had
anymore bumps or wounds.
"No nothing." The boy pulling the cap further down.
"We're not trying to hurt you." I said. The boy lowered the dagger and looked at us suspiciously.
"I'm fine." He said. then he handed the dagger back and sat by the fire with his back to the wall so that no
one could sneak up on him was my guess. I sat across from him and offered a goblet of warm wine. He took
and gulped it down.
"Slow down boy there's plenty." I said. The boy just looked at me. I turned to the man and told him to find
food for the boy. And soon a small feast was placed before us. The boy grabbed at the food and stuffed it
in his mouth eagerly.
'What's you name boy?" I asked. He looked at me sharply. I noticed that he had eyes the color of lotusts
blooms in the spring. Purple with flecks of silver.
"Covren, and I'm not a boy." He said defensively.
"I'm sorry Covren. Your just a little young looking." I told him. He sneered at me.
"I'm sixteen." He said proudly. I remained silent and watched him eat.
"And who are you?" He asked between bites.
"I am Eomer. King of Rohan." I said. The boy looked at me over his food.
"And is that supposed to make me reverent?" He said. I shrugged.
" No. I just thought that you might want to know." I told him. He straightened.
"I'm royalty to you know." He said.
"Really." I said raising an eyebrow and looking him over.
"Yes. I am Prince Covren from a land over the sea called Isumbred." He said. I laughed.
"There is nothing over the sea save for the haven of the elves." I told the boy. He drew his brows together
in anger.
"That's not so." He shouted. I raised my hands.
"Please forgive me.I did not mean to rile you." I said. The boy calmed some and went back to eating.
"We will reach my city tomorrow." I told him standing. "You are welcome to stay."
"Maybe I will." He said. I watched him curl up by the fire. I crawled beneath my own furs but did not fall
asleep. I clutched the dagger at my side and stared wide eyed at the ceiling.