Title: All I Wanted
Summary: see chapter one
Disclaimer: see chapter one
A/N: This is sooo AU all reviews welcome all of those who said I butchered this fandom and fic please refrain from reading any further.
Now I wish to thank my reviewers.
Red Tigress: Thanks I am glad you are enjoying this little fic!
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Chapter 5
Morning sunlight filtered through the window, the inhabitants of the
little room slept on. Theoden had not left the room as planned.
Instead he was laid across the bed next to Eomer. He awoke and
decided to exit the room before the boy woke up, as not to make him
feel as if he were hovering over him.
Theoden went to his room and changed clothes and washed up and
returned back to awaken Eomer.
"Eomer arise and come to breakfast. The sun has already risen."
Eomer opened his eyes just a slit and stared at whomever had woken
him from his peaceful slumber. When he saw that it was indeed his
uncle he jumped from the bed and began to dress.
"I shall be there in just a moment", he said "I wish to freshen up
first."
Theoden nodded and left the boy to change. His heart went out to the
child as he saw in his eyes the look of dread.
Eomer waited until he heard the footsteps fade away before he
collapsed on the bed. His whole body ached from the grueling task of
hauling that dead orc onto his horse. Who knew they were so heavy. He
just wanted to go back to bed and sleep for a week. His arm also
burned as the gash was beginning to sting a little. He would have
asked his uncle for something to soothe it but he did not want him to
know it hurt so. Reluctantly he dragged himself into a fresh shirt
and pants and went to join the others for breakfast.
As he neared the dining hall he placed a smile upon his face and went
in. There sat his family and all turned when he entered.
"Eomer I can not believe you did it!" Eowyn exclaimed. "I thought you
would surely not be able to. You are so strong and brave."
Eomer smiled warmly at his sister, and then turned to look at his
uncle. "I am famished is breakfast ready ?" he said hoping that this
would convince them that he was indeed fine.
"Breakfast will be served in a moment. How do you fare this morning
Eomer." Theoden asked his eyes never leaving the boy's face.
Eomer turned to him and replied, "I am well uncle do not fear and I
eagerly await the next task.
Eomer forced the breakfast down even though he really did not wish
it. His stomach turned as he ate but he finished it all trying hard
to convince everyone at the table he was fine. He smiled at Eowyn and
Theodred even though he only wanted to scream to them he hurt and
wanted to go back to his bed.
"Are you ready my son for the day's task" Theoden asked hoping Eomer
would tell him no and that he wished to withdraw from the contest.
Eomer put on his brightest smile. "I am ready uncle and I am sure I
will be able to do the task."
Theoden sighed he had hoped the boy would have said no. "Very well
then meet us in the courtyard in an hour."
Eomer got up from his seat and bowed. He then took off in a run up to
his room. Each step making his legs scream in protest as if they
would fall out from under him. When he reached his room he fell on
his bed. He would lay here and try to regain some of his strength and
then be fresh and ready for the task in an hour.
An hour later.........
Eomer awoke feeling quite groggy. He opened his eyes and heard the
noises from below his window. When he looked out he saw all the
contestants lined up and Theoden speaking. As fast as he could he ran
from the room berating himself for oversleeping. He ran past servants
almost knocking a few down in his haste. Out into the courtyard he
flew and ran up to the line of contestants pulling his bow over his
shoulder as he went.
"I am sorry milord for my tardiness." he said as he bowed.
Theoden had hoped he would sleep in and miss the event. He did not
want to see Eomer hurt any further but the look of determination on
the boy's face showed him he could not deter the child from the task
ahead.
"The task of the day will be a competition to see who is the best
swordsman here. Not all of you will be the winner but the top ten
will advance to the last day's task.
Eomer smiled. He had been practicing for over a week and he was
hopeful it would pay off in the end. He would be pitted against
older, taller boys but he would not let this bother him.
Off they were to a circle which had been roped off. They were paired
up and the contests began. Eomer watched as the pairs eached showed
their skills with a blade. Anxiously he awaited his turn. He was
figeting even now wondering if he truly could defeat his opponent as
he watched their blades whirl in smooth movements. Eomer had known
how to swordfight for many years but he had trained hard in secret
hoping to hone these skills even further.
In no time at all it was his turn and he stepped into the circle
Sweat dripped down his back as his nerves started reeking havoc on
him. He steeled himself and turned to meet his opponent. He bowed to
him and then they circled each other each waiting for the perfect
moment to make the first lunge.
It was not long before the other boy lunged right at Eomer. Eomer
twisted and rolled to his left so that the blade never made contact
with him. Several minutes passed while each tried to disarm the
other. The movements although coming from ones so young were so
precise it was like watching a dance of the blades.
Eomer was tiring his arm felt as if he held a piece of lead instead
of his sword. He looked to his opponent and saw the same tired look
on his face. He knew if he were to win he would have to do so soon
before his body gave out from exhaustion. He turned and caught the
boy off guard and quickly scooted under him and brought his sword to
his belly. The boy was alarmed and quickly dropped his sword in
defeat.
Eomer's hand was raised in victory but he knew the battle was only
beginning. Many more times he faced others and each time by some
miracle from the god's he came out the winner. Now all that stood
between him and the victory was one last opponent.
Eomer stood on the side of the ring trying to catch his breath as
Theodred walked over. Theodred looked to the boy and his heart went
out to him. Sweat dripped off the boy and he looked ready to fall
where he stood.
"Eomer won't you stop now. You know who you face in the last battle
don't you?"
"I do know this but I will not concede defeat this close no matter
what Theodred"
Theodred hung his head he knew nothing he could say would keep Eomer
from crawling back into the circle and facing the other boy.
Moments later Theoden called everyone's attention as he announced the
last battle for the day. Thorodil stood ready and waiting for the
battle. He looked to Eomer and smirked. Eomer gulped for Thorodil was
the best swordsman of all the boys. Deep down he had feared facing
him in the end. Thorodil held no such fear upon his face as he stood
with a look of victory already.
Theoden looked to his nephew, he wished he did not even have to watch
as Eomer faced Thorodil. He feared not only that Eomer would lose but
lose swiftly. The boy seemed tired already and Thorodil had only a
smile upon his face as he practiced his moves waiting for the last
battle.
All to soon the battle was to begin and Theoden went over the
Eomer. "Are you sure you wish to continue my son? You know you have
already proven yourself a winner and will go on to the next task
regardless."
"I know this uncle but I have to finish what I started. It would be
dishonorable to quit now. I will go on and I will try my best honest."
"This I know my son." Theoden walked away from the boy his heart
filled with pride as he knew that this child was doing all this for
him. He had his doubts about the outcome but he knew Eomer would go
down fighting. This made him proud and Eomer was truly his son by all
rights upholding the family honor as he did even though he was only a
child.
Eomer walked up to the circle his sword held high. He and Thorodil
bowed before each other as Theoden began the match and went to stand
by Theodred. He held a look of pure dread on his face as he waited in
silence for Eomer to fall beneath the strength of Thorodil.
Thorodil stared at Eomer. Normally he would be smiling but with the
stake of the title of best swordsman on the line he had no
reservations on taking the boy down. He would try not to hurt him to
badly but he could not promise he wouldn't.
He struck out at Eomer and Eomer rolled to the right to avoid the
blow. Again and again Thorodil lunged for Eomer each time Eomer moved
to avoid the blow. Thorodil was getting tired and Eomer could see
this. He struck out at Thorodil and drew blood on the boy. Thorodil
looked down at his left arm with a shocked look on his face. He could
not believe that the boy had drawn first blood. He set himself to
strike him down now upset that he had been hurt by a mere child.
Eomer stood ready for it and he moved away to deflect the blow. He
was not fast enough as the hilt of the sword came back and hit him
squarely on the temple.
Eomer faltered as he swayed from the blow. He however did not drop
his sword and as Thorodil came to deliver the winning blow he turned
swiftly and held the sword to his neck just like Theodred had showed
him. Thorodil was not about to admit defeat until the trickle of
blood fell from his throat as Eomer tightened his grip. He was
relieved when at last he heard the clang of Thorodil's sword hit the
ground and he could stop standing on his tip toes to reach his neck.
He saw his uncle running to him and raising his hand in victory. That
was when his mind stopped thinking and let the darkness come at last.
He slowly shrank to his knees. Theoden noticed this and released his
hand. He scooped up the boy and ran for the house knowing this time
Eomer really was hurt. He had resolved to try to make him concede
from the contest before he completely lost his mind with worry.
Summary: see chapter one
Disclaimer: see chapter one
A/N: This is sooo AU all reviews welcome all of those who said I butchered this fandom and fic please refrain from reading any further.
Now I wish to thank my reviewers.
Red Tigress: Thanks I am glad you are enjoying this little fic!
HobbitsRFun: Yess I wrote one and you missed it as I have just finished another you will prolly miss too. COme back online and gimmme your fics!
Now I have replied to the two of you who are reading on with the fic!
Chapter 5
Morning sunlight filtered through the window, the inhabitants of the
little room slept on. Theoden had not left the room as planned.
Instead he was laid across the bed next to Eomer. He awoke and
decided to exit the room before the boy woke up, as not to make him
feel as if he were hovering over him.
Theoden went to his room and changed clothes and washed up and
returned back to awaken Eomer.
"Eomer arise and come to breakfast. The sun has already risen."
Eomer opened his eyes just a slit and stared at whomever had woken
him from his peaceful slumber. When he saw that it was indeed his
uncle he jumped from the bed and began to dress.
"I shall be there in just a moment", he said "I wish to freshen up
first."
Theoden nodded and left the boy to change. His heart went out to the
child as he saw in his eyes the look of dread.
Eomer waited until he heard the footsteps fade away before he
collapsed on the bed. His whole body ached from the grueling task of
hauling that dead orc onto his horse. Who knew they were so heavy. He
just wanted to go back to bed and sleep for a week. His arm also
burned as the gash was beginning to sting a little. He would have
asked his uncle for something to soothe it but he did not want him to
know it hurt so. Reluctantly he dragged himself into a fresh shirt
and pants and went to join the others for breakfast.
As he neared the dining hall he placed a smile upon his face and went
in. There sat his family and all turned when he entered.
"Eomer I can not believe you did it!" Eowyn exclaimed. "I thought you
would surely not be able to. You are so strong and brave."
Eomer smiled warmly at his sister, and then turned to look at his
uncle. "I am famished is breakfast ready ?" he said hoping that this
would convince them that he was indeed fine.
"Breakfast will be served in a moment. How do you fare this morning
Eomer." Theoden asked his eyes never leaving the boy's face.
Eomer turned to him and replied, "I am well uncle do not fear and I
eagerly await the next task.
Eomer forced the breakfast down even though he really did not wish
it. His stomach turned as he ate but he finished it all trying hard
to convince everyone at the table he was fine. He smiled at Eowyn and
Theodred even though he only wanted to scream to them he hurt and
wanted to go back to his bed.
"Are you ready my son for the day's task" Theoden asked hoping Eomer
would tell him no and that he wished to withdraw from the contest.
Eomer put on his brightest smile. "I am ready uncle and I am sure I
will be able to do the task."
Theoden sighed he had hoped the boy would have said no. "Very well
then meet us in the courtyard in an hour."
Eomer got up from his seat and bowed. He then took off in a run up to
his room. Each step making his legs scream in protest as if they
would fall out from under him. When he reached his room he fell on
his bed. He would lay here and try to regain some of his strength and
then be fresh and ready for the task in an hour.
An hour later.........
Eomer awoke feeling quite groggy. He opened his eyes and heard the
noises from below his window. When he looked out he saw all the
contestants lined up and Theoden speaking. As fast as he could he ran
from the room berating himself for oversleeping. He ran past servants
almost knocking a few down in his haste. Out into the courtyard he
flew and ran up to the line of contestants pulling his bow over his
shoulder as he went.
"I am sorry milord for my tardiness." he said as he bowed.
Theoden had hoped he would sleep in and miss the event. He did not
want to see Eomer hurt any further but the look of determination on
the boy's face showed him he could not deter the child from the task
ahead.
"The task of the day will be a competition to see who is the best
swordsman here. Not all of you will be the winner but the top ten
will advance to the last day's task.
Eomer smiled. He had been practicing for over a week and he was
hopeful it would pay off in the end. He would be pitted against
older, taller boys but he would not let this bother him.
Off they were to a circle which had been roped off. They were paired
up and the contests began. Eomer watched as the pairs eached showed
their skills with a blade. Anxiously he awaited his turn. He was
figeting even now wondering if he truly could defeat his opponent as
he watched their blades whirl in smooth movements. Eomer had known
how to swordfight for many years but he had trained hard in secret
hoping to hone these skills even further.
In no time at all it was his turn and he stepped into the circle
Sweat dripped down his back as his nerves started reeking havoc on
him. He steeled himself and turned to meet his opponent. He bowed to
him and then they circled each other each waiting for the perfect
moment to make the first lunge.
It was not long before the other boy lunged right at Eomer. Eomer
twisted and rolled to his left so that the blade never made contact
with him. Several minutes passed while each tried to disarm the
other. The movements although coming from ones so young were so
precise it was like watching a dance of the blades.
Eomer was tiring his arm felt as if he held a piece of lead instead
of his sword. He looked to his opponent and saw the same tired look
on his face. He knew if he were to win he would have to do so soon
before his body gave out from exhaustion. He turned and caught the
boy off guard and quickly scooted under him and brought his sword to
his belly. The boy was alarmed and quickly dropped his sword in
defeat.
Eomer's hand was raised in victory but he knew the battle was only
beginning. Many more times he faced others and each time by some
miracle from the god's he came out the winner. Now all that stood
between him and the victory was one last opponent.
Eomer stood on the side of the ring trying to catch his breath as
Theodred walked over. Theodred looked to the boy and his heart went
out to him. Sweat dripped off the boy and he looked ready to fall
where he stood.
"Eomer won't you stop now. You know who you face in the last battle
don't you?"
"I do know this but I will not concede defeat this close no matter
what Theodred"
Theodred hung his head he knew nothing he could say would keep Eomer
from crawling back into the circle and facing the other boy.
Moments later Theoden called everyone's attention as he announced the
last battle for the day. Thorodil stood ready and waiting for the
battle. He looked to Eomer and smirked. Eomer gulped for Thorodil was
the best swordsman of all the boys. Deep down he had feared facing
him in the end. Thorodil held no such fear upon his face as he stood
with a look of victory already.
Theoden looked to his nephew, he wished he did not even have to watch
as Eomer faced Thorodil. He feared not only that Eomer would lose but
lose swiftly. The boy seemed tired already and Thorodil had only a
smile upon his face as he practiced his moves waiting for the last
battle.
All to soon the battle was to begin and Theoden went over the
Eomer. "Are you sure you wish to continue my son? You know you have
already proven yourself a winner and will go on to the next task
regardless."
"I know this uncle but I have to finish what I started. It would be
dishonorable to quit now. I will go on and I will try my best honest."
"This I know my son." Theoden walked away from the boy his heart
filled with pride as he knew that this child was doing all this for
him. He had his doubts about the outcome but he knew Eomer would go
down fighting. This made him proud and Eomer was truly his son by all
rights upholding the family honor as he did even though he was only a
child.
Eomer walked up to the circle his sword held high. He and Thorodil
bowed before each other as Theoden began the match and went to stand
by Theodred. He held a look of pure dread on his face as he waited in
silence for Eomer to fall beneath the strength of Thorodil.
Thorodil stared at Eomer. Normally he would be smiling but with the
stake of the title of best swordsman on the line he had no
reservations on taking the boy down. He would try not to hurt him to
badly but he could not promise he wouldn't.
He struck out at Eomer and Eomer rolled to the right to avoid the
blow. Again and again Thorodil lunged for Eomer each time Eomer moved
to avoid the blow. Thorodil was getting tired and Eomer could see
this. He struck out at Thorodil and drew blood on the boy. Thorodil
looked down at his left arm with a shocked look on his face. He could
not believe that the boy had drawn first blood. He set himself to
strike him down now upset that he had been hurt by a mere child.
Eomer stood ready for it and he moved away to deflect the blow. He
was not fast enough as the hilt of the sword came back and hit him
squarely on the temple.
Eomer faltered as he swayed from the blow. He however did not drop
his sword and as Thorodil came to deliver the winning blow he turned
swiftly and held the sword to his neck just like Theodred had showed
him. Thorodil was not about to admit defeat until the trickle of
blood fell from his throat as Eomer tightened his grip. He was
relieved when at last he heard the clang of Thorodil's sword hit the
ground and he could stop standing on his tip toes to reach his neck.
He saw his uncle running to him and raising his hand in victory. That
was when his mind stopped thinking and let the darkness come at last.
He slowly shrank to his knees. Theoden noticed this and released his
hand. He scooped up the boy and ran for the house knowing this time
Eomer really was hurt. He had resolved to try to make him concede
from the contest before he completely lost his mind with worry.