A/N- Sorry for the long wait. I was all going back and forth deciding whether I should publish this story or not. I gave it a new title because the old one (dark have been my dreams of late) sounded too long. "The Unforgiven" is an awesome Metallica song, one of my faves. If you listen to the song, you'll see why I called my story that. This takes place more during the ROTK movie than the book, sorry. PLEASE REVIEW!!!! ~PuNkY CoBaIn ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Morgaine could not help but think 'these people can really throw a party'. Currently, there were several drinking contests going on, and a few men had already been carried or escorted out of the hall. She had grown up among the Elves of Lórien, so she had never seen such a wild party before. Next to her, Éowyn was laughing hysterically at the two dancing hobbits on the table, Merry and Pippin she thought they were called, very unusual creatures. Éowyn stood up and said to Morgaine;

"I need to talk to someone; will you be alright on your own?"

"Of course, enjoy yourself", replied Morgaine.

Éowyn walked off to talk to a tall man with (rather greasy) dark hair. Morgaine found herself looking at another tall man, only he had longer, blond hair. She could not help but notice that he was rather good looking, not like the elves she was so used to, but more rugged. He was currently arguing heatedly with a dwarf a few feet away from her, so he hadn't noticed her looking at him. She felt alone, even though Éowyn had been nothing but kind to her, but even she had found something better to do. Mithrandir had hardly said one word to her since her arrival. She was just about to leave and go visit her horse when Éowyn returned, with the man she had been looking at in tow.

"Morgaine, this is my brother Éomer." Said Éowyn

"I am pleased to meet you Lord Éomer", said Morgaine

"Likewise, Lady" replied Éomer.

"I will leave you to talk a while," said Éowyn "Enjoy yourselves." She said with a smirk and walked away.

Morgaine and Éomer talked for a long time, and they discovered they had much in common, especially horses. Finally, after almost and hour and a half of conversation, the party ended and everyone trudged off to bed. Éowyn had been kind and offered Morgaine to sleep in the spare bed in her room, instead on the floor with the other, mostly male, guests. As she drifted off to sleep she could not help but think how much she liked Éomer, they seemed to agree on almost everything, except for one thing, the subject of the Lady of the Golden Wood. Galadriel was Morgaine's own foster- mother, so Éomer stood no chance in arguing with her. She finally drifted off to sleep, dreaming of nothing at all. A/N- How was that???? I know it was kinda short, but please cut me some slack, I only get one hour of computer a day! Hopefully I will have the next chapter up by tomorrow evening, and if I don't you can put a sign on my back saying "kick me I'm Rohirric!" Thanks for reading, Navaer!