DISCLAIMER: I asked my mom for Lord of the Rings for Christmas, but I don't think I'll get it. So unless by some miracle I do get Lord of the Rings for Christmas, it isn't mine. Gwen, Maedron, and Skeet, however, are mine!

Ugh, I need to stop eating these chocolate kisses

* WARNING: Return of the King spoilers. And believe me, they rock!

Gwen looked out over the horizon from the top of the cliff. A path led up the side of it so horses could walk up. Their camp was nestled in a large alcove in the side of the large hill. Down below lay the tents of the Rohirrim and any other men who were going to fight for Gondor. Gwen sighed as a gentle breeze ruffled her hair.

" Enjoying yourself?" asked a voice. Gwen turned to see Maedron standing behind her. She smiled up at him and beckoned him to sit next to her.

" It is so peaceful that you would never know that we were about to go to war," she remarked.

" The calm before the storm," he muttered.

" I wish that Gandalf were here. He always seems to disappear when we need him most," she said.

" Don't worry, Aragorn knows what he is doing," Maedron reassured her. Gwen was about to say something else when her stomach rumbled. Maedron laughed and pushed himself to his feet.

" Come, you are hungry. I think Gimli is cooking up a stew," he said as he pulled her to her feet. She made a face at the mention of the stew.

" What?" he asked curiously.

" I think I will pass on the stew. Goodness knows what he's put in it this time," she answered.

" But you need to eat. At least it's hot," he tried to reason.

" I am sure I will be able to find some lembas. Legolas probably has a little he can spare," Gwen said. Maedron caught her arm and held her still.

" The stew will make you feel fuller and give you more strength," he said firmly. Gwen rolled her eyes.

" You are not getting it, are you? The only thing that stew is good for is starting fires and poisoning people, savvy?" she calmly explained.

" Well, I am going to eat it, just so I can show you how good it is," Maedron stated stubbornly.

" You do that. Don't say I didn't warn you, though," Gwen told him as they made their way to the fire. Gwen sat down and winked at Legolas. Gimli was stirring a simmering pot of his infamous stew over the fire.

" It is ready. Give me your bowls," he demanded. Maedron looked pointedly at Gwen as he handed Gimli his bowl. She tried not to begin laughing. Maedron got his full bowl back and scooped some of the stew up with a spoon. The moment the noxious liquid touched his tongue, he knew that he should have listened to Gwen. His face turned red and his eyes filled with tears. He swiftly spat it out into the fire and a blue flame shot up. Gwen laughed hysterically. Legolas took pity on the poor elf and handed him some water. Maedron glared at Gwen over the rim of his cup.

" Well, did that pepper plant I found give it a good kick?" Gimli asked earnestly.

" I think Maedron got plenty of kick from the pepper plant!" laughed Gwen. Maedron looked at her indignantly. She smiled innocently at him and offered him some of her lembas.

" We all learned our lesson with Gimli's stew a long time ago, eh, Legolas?" she asked Legolas.

" Yes, I recall you had the exact same reaction as Maedron," Legolas replied airily. Gwen laughed again. Gimli wandered off to sulk, along with his pot of soup.

Later that evening, Gwen was discussing the content of Gimli's soup when her sensitive elf ears picked up the sound of a horse's hooves. She stopped talking and turned toward the path that went down the hill.

" It's coming up to camp," she said. The three elves stood to their feet. A horse and rider appeared.

" Where is the king?" a familiar voice asked. Gwen could not quite place who it was. But Maedron knew.

" My lord Elrond, he is this way," bowed Maedron as he led Elrond's horse off.

" What is he doing here?" Gwen asked Legolas.

" We will know in the morning," he replied as he went off to his tent. Gwen set off to her's and fell asleep.

Gwen awoke to the sounds of men and horses. She rubbed sleep from her eyes and walked out of the tent. Men were saddling up their horses. Gwen found Eowyn.

" Where is Aragorn?" she asked her. Eowyn looked at her, her eyes flashing.

" He left this morning, through the pass in the mountains!" she replied.

" What pass?" asked Gwen.

" The Paths of the Dead! He went through there, with Gimli, Legolas, and Maedron," Eowyn replied, looking at her incredulously. Gwen's eyes flashed fire.

" They left without me!" she said through gritted teeth.

" Aragorn and Theoden wished that you would stay with me," Eowyn replied, her voice full of anger. Gwen picked up a stick from the ground and broke it over her knee. They left me here she thought, her rage growing. Eowyn could tell by the look on her face that it would not be good to tell her that Maedron had been the one that had wanted her to stay. Eowyn had understood why. He cared for her and wanted her to be safe. But Gwen didn't need to hear that until she calmed down. Theoden walked up to the two.

" I understand that you will be staying here. It is for the best. Gwen, come here a moment," he said. Gwen followed him out of Eowyn's earshot.

" Stay with my niece and make sure she doesn't do anything insane," he ordered. Gwen nodded her head. After he walked away, Gwen grabbed Eowyn and dragged her into the tent.

" If you have anything insane planned, you had better tell me," Gwen said tightly. Eowyn looked up at her.

" I had a plan. We could disguise ourselves as men and go with my uncle. Your hair is short enough; you could pass for a boy. We will just have to get you a breastplate to pass you off better. We can wear helms to disguise our faces," Eowyn explained. Gwen looked at her.

" Eowyn, that is the most irrational and most insane thing I have ever heard you say," she said calmly. Eowyn's eyes fell.

" I thought that you would like my plan," she muttered.

" I needed to say that so if your uncle happens to see you out there and comes to search me out to chop off my head, I can truthfully tell him that I tried to dissuade you. Now come on, we need to get the mail and helms!" Gwen said, trying to stem her excitement.

The riders were ready to pull out later that morning. Gwen, in her new disguise, mounted a large brown horse by the name of Bryn. She had to leave Skeet behind because, him being brown and white, would be too conspicuous. Why did I have to get the tight helm, she wondered, it shouldn't matter who has more hair to hide. She rode up next to Eowyn. Both watched Merry pleading with the King to go.

" But all my friends have gone to war!" he said desperatly.

" War is no place for a hobbit. Stay here," commanded the king.

" Doesn't that sound familiar," Gwen muttered. Without a word, Eowyn kicked her horse into motion and grabbed Merry up onto the saddle. Gwen followed.

" Ride with me," Eowyn whispered to him. Merry looked up at Eowyn, then at Gwen, who gave him a silent wink.

" Yes, my ladies," he said happily. They began to ride to Gondor, under the banner of Rohan.

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It is slightly difficult to write about this part of the story because I have only seen the movie once. So bear with me! And READ and REVIEW!!! Especially review!