DISCLAIMERS: I do not own LotR, despite my wishes to the contrary. However, I do own the Killer, or, rather, I am the Killer.

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While I went around Lothlórien, I was overtaken by a Nazgûl. The Nazgûl rode a winged monster, so running was not an option. I stood my ground, though a whirlwind blew about me.

'I fear no man, nor beast, nor phantom in the night!' I announced. 'I am the Killer, and I come out of the darkness of the starless night to cast down evil and prepare for the coming of the Sun. Fear me, for I am the bringer of the red dawn!'

It was all bluff, of course. I was terrified, and it was all I could do to keep my voice from quavering. But then, the feeling was nothing new. I felt that way every time I spoke in front of a crowd.

The Nazgûl paused, considering. I drew my sword. The winged monster swooped towards me. My sword pierced the beast's hide. I was knocked off my feet. The monster roared, and flew off. Exhausted, I collapsed.

When I woke, I was in a tent. I heard the voices of Men outside. I sat up as one walked in.

'The sleeping beauty awakens!' he announced.

'Where am I? What day is it?'

'You are in Rohan. The day is January the twenty-seventh. We found you two days ago, near the Silverlode River which is the border of Lothlórien. How do you feel?'

'My arm—my right arm is numb!'

Just then, another man entered the tent. 'What is your name, Elf-Lady?'

'Killer,' I said, trying to massage some feeling back into my arm. 'What's yours?'

'Killer is not an Elvish name.'

'That's right. It's a nickname. I don't trust you. Then again, I don't trust anyone. So are you going to give me your name or not?'

I am Éomer, son of Éomund, and I would advise you to be more polite. We are a week away from Edoras, and King Theoden would not be pleased to be spoken to as you have spoken to me.'

'Lovely,' I sighed. 'I'm still recovering from a fight with a Nazgûl, and you expect me to be polite? There are two Men, a Dwerrow, and four Hobbits loose in Lothlórien, with no woman to watch over them once they come out, and you're taking me to Edoras!'

'Obviously, there is a great tale to accompany this,' said Éomer, 'and I would love to hear it, but we really must be on our way.'

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So it's short. Oh well. I'll type more as soon as I get the chance. Just please review!