I own Eotheod, Heorl, Frealaf, Freyda, Haleth, and their mother. NONE of Tolkien's. This chapter is dedicated to Manda for all the smoochy kissy stuff that she requested. .......................................... "No he is not dead yet, but he needs help." said their mother, choking back a sob. "Frealaf, take his feet. I will take his arms. We must bring him to the healing house." said Eotheod. They lifted up Heorl's limp body, with muscles straining, hurried out the gate, they rushed through the crowds, up a flight of stairs, and into the healing house. They came just in time, for there was only two beds left in the whole building, which was crowded with the wounded. "Right here, Eotheod. Put him down right here!" Eotheod searched the room for help. "Hey you! Yeah, you, over here!" yelled Eotheod. The healer hurried over to Heorl, examined him gravely and said, "A broken shoulder, and a deep gash in his side, it is doubtful that he will live." The healer first called another over while he made a splint for Heorl's shoulder. The work was gruesome and Eotheod tried to force himself not to look. The first healer soon sighed upon completing the job, said, "We cannot help, he is dying. I am sorry." Eotheod was stunned and it took him a little while to realize what was happening, focusing, he pursed his lips and dashed out of the room. He knew only two people could save his friend now. "Aragorn, Gandalf, where are you?" he said aloud. He finally found them in a room conversing with King Theoden. "Gandalf, Aragorn, you must come! My friend is dying!" Gandalf turned with a weary sigh, gazing hard at the boy. "Leave us Eotheod." "But you have to come!" Eotheod insisted, his fists clenched at his sides, they had to come. He couldn't give up now. "He's dying!" Aragorn and Gandalf exchanged glances, then the old wizard walked to the boy's side, "He's dying, your friend?" "Yes." he replied softly, biting his lip to keep from crying out, shouting to hurry. There was no time... The wizard nodded, and with a nervous bound, Eotheod ran from the room, followed by the man and Istari. They rushed into the dark, gloomy, despairing room. Aragorn and Gandalf walked up to the bedside and began their work, while the healers backed away and went back to work on other patients. Eotheod and Frealaf paced the room for half an hour until Aragorn and Gandalf both knelt down at the same time. "No..." whispered Frealaf, he back up a few steps, it was noticeable that tears started to run down his cheeks. "NO!" he shouted as he ran out of the room. Aragorn and Gandlaf left the room in silence, as Eotheod walked up to Heorl with thoughts jolting his mind. The still body of the young man tore at his heart, he was so pale. The coldness of death already taking their effects. His hand reached out and gently touched his cheek. It was so cold... ~I could use a wish on him, make him live again.~ His other half rebelled. ~No I can't. I wanted to use that wish for something else.~ ~I must!~ ~I could wish that I will not die in the upcoming battles.~ ~No, I shouldn't. Heorl needs to live.~ ~I envy Aragorn. I could wish that I could be he, the King of Gondor, with everything he claimed as his own.~ In his heart, Eotheod did envy Aragorn. The one side of him was gaining control. He was going to wish that he was Aragorn. He started to leave the room, but forced himself to look back at his dead friend. ~He must live! I wish it.~ Eotheod did not give his other side time to argue. Eotheod watched Heorl regain his life. Heorl trembled, he breathed heavily and his eyes soon opened. "Where am I?" "In a healing house, at Helm's Deep." "What happened?" "You were injured, the last man defending the cave doors. Most thought you were dead, I helped you." "I do remember a little, I don't understand at all, I thank you all the same though." "Do not get up, rest awhile and then we will go see your family." Heorl argued, but in vain. They talked for a short period of time until Eotheod had given up, they were soon looking for Heorl's family. They found them at the same spot where Heorl had fell, they were all weeping and did not notice Eotheod and Heorl. "He died defending us." said Haleth. "Nobody has died." Heorl replied, a soft smile upon his lips. Frealaf and his family looked up and were stunned, but still all jumped up and hugged and kissed Heorl. When Frealaf had hugged Heorl, he walked up to Eotheod and said with amazement in his eyes, "I do not no what you did, but I am eternally grateful." Freyda then walked up to him and said with her hazel eyes glistened with tears. "Thank you." She whispered as hugged him and kissed him on his cheek, as did Haleth and their mother. They all talked and were merry before Rohan set out again. Freyda, Haleth, and their mother were to set out at once to Minas Tirith, while Heorl, Eotheod, and Frealaf set out for Edoras. "Lets go prepare the horses." said their mother. "Come on, Eotheod." Frealaf said. "I'll be right there." Eotheod replied. "Freyda, I want to tell you something." "Yes, what is it?" her hazel eyes so full of emotion that they seemed to dance in the sunlight. "Umm, Uhh, Freyda..." "Yes?" ~I cant tell her, not now at least.~ "Forget about it." He turned red and walked away. Once the horses were ready they said their good-byes. Eotheod said farewell to Haleth and their mother as was fitting. But when he came to Freyda it he was who the one to kiss and hug her, instead of vise versa. "Good-bye. I wish we shall meet again someday." said Eotheod. "Yes in better times." she replied, "Good-bye." .......................................................

Good chapter. Thank you Allora, the chapter was ten times better than before you beta- readed it! There is a little six letter word called...REVEIW! Chill, Eothain