The journey to Helms Deep passed too quickly and it was eventful (if that is the word) to say the least. Idril and I walked ahead of the rest so I could spot any sign of danger. We had spent the vast majority of the walk making up on the time we lost or listening to Gimli explain dwarf law, which I personally think aspects of are ridiculous, to a bemused Eowyn. It was probably one of the only times I had smiled on our quest so far. It felt good not to be completely miserable. In hindsight I know that going in to denial about my fate probably was not the best thing to do considering the dire circumstances but it made the harsh reality of the situation a little bit more bearable!

I would not let her out of my sight. I was afraid if I did, she may disappear and not come back to me. I think that in times of great panic and desperation whatever chance of happiness you can get you should hold on to. I should of known however considering my past experiences that something would of happened. That is the danger of denial, it means that when something awful is about to hit you, you won't see it coming.

We had just reached the top of a grassy slope and were a way in front of everyone else. I decided to take the opportunity to kiss her just once. We hadn't since we had been outside the castle and I desperately wanted to again. I pulled her against me and leaned in, I watched as her eyes shut and she tilted her head up to meet my own.

In the distance there was a sound almost like thunder, like a stampede. I froze not continuing with my kiss. Her eyes flicked open and filled with confusion.

"What is it?" she asked.

I stared hard off in to the distance and could make out wolves. Not just ordinary wolves you understand, that would of been nothing. They were a special breed, the wolves of Isenguard, bred to savagely kill any being they came across. I looked back at Idril.

"Go back! Go back now! Warn the others that there are enemies ahead then go!" I said sternly.

"I will but I'm coming back!"

"No you are not!"

"I'm not going to argue with you! I made a vow to fight for King Theoden and I am going to fulfil that!"

My blood went cold as she uttered those words. Did she want to die? I felt angry at her. She knew that if she fought she would most certainly die! I know I should of begged or pleaded with her and maybe she would of been reasonable but I did not have time for reasonable.

"Idril if you don't go back then I will drag you back myself! Don't come back!" I hissed.

She looked shocked but her expression soon turned to one of anger.

"You do NOT have the right to speak to me like that! Don't speak to me like I'm beneath you!"

My frustration had reached breaking point and I snapped.

"Well maybe I speak to you like you are beneath me because you are! Just GO!"

She span on her heel and raced back to the other travelers. Satisfied that she was safe from harm I turned back to face the wolves.