Looking back she really couldn't say how she got here. Or where here was. As she looks around in the dark, trying to see anything at all, she feels the wetness of the floor and the dampness in the air and she knows she must be in a dungeon. She had gone with a few men and women to the village just west of the Golden Hall. They had been handing out food and she was called away for a moment by one of the men. He said that he had talked to a woman in the village and she was requesting Eowyn's help. So she had gone with him, feeling safe, not even taking her sword with her, she saw no reason to bring it. She was heading off with the solider when she felt a sharp blow to the back of her head. She didn't remember anything else until she had woken up a few minutes ago in this place. All she could think about as she felt around, looking for something, anything to tell her where they were, was that Eomer was going to kill her. He had warned her to be careful.

It was only her first trip around the room, feeling things carefully, trying to imagine what they were, putting a picture in her head of what the place would look like in the light, when she feels something she had not expected to. With a slight scream she jumps back, falling on her bottom. She had felt a leg. Or at least she thought it was a leg. She gets up on her knees again and moves back to where it had been. She once more reaches out, more careful this time. She puts her hand on the leg and slowly runs it up, across a hip and a chest till she is feeling a face. It was a man's face, but she didn't know who it was. Or if he was awake. "Hello? Are you awake?" She hoped he was alive, and she wasn't talking to a dead man. That thought scares her even more and she jerks her hand back. Oh yes, Eomer was really going to kill her for this one.

He stirs as he feels something touching him. It wasn't a bug, for it felt too heavy to be a simple bug. And he could hear breathing. And when whatever it is touches his face he can't help but notice the warmth and softness. It was a hand. A small one, more than likely a woman's hand from the way it felt. When she jerks her hand back he opens his eyes and looks at the person. He blinks a few times to focus his left eye on her, his right showed nothing but a dark blur. It was indeed a woman, with long blond hair and pale skin. But in the dark, dank room she shone like gold. He sees her watching him and knows he should say something. So in a rasping voice he speaks. "Yes I am. Who are you?" He sits up, stretching one arm, his left, above his head. His right arm remains hanging lifeless beside him. He studies the woman again, thinking she looked beautiful, like an angel. Maybe she was one and he was dead. A smile crosses his face. Oh yes. Please let him be dead. Then he could see his brother again and finally be free from the pain. At the thought of his brother tears again form in his eyes.

She was watching him closely now, her eyes having become accustomed to the low light, and when he starts to cry she acts instinctively. "It is okay, there is nothing to weep about." She lays a hand on his arm, smiling tenderly at him. "It can not be that bad. We won't be here long, not once my brother finds me missing."

He frowns deeply, feeling her hand on his right arm but unable to do anything more with that arm. He shakes his head. "I do not...weep because I fear not leaving here. I have been here a while. I weep because there is nothing to leave here for." He wipes at his tears with his left hand, angry at having showed such weakness already. What was happening to him?

She feels a great compassion for this man, not knowing why, maybe it was because they were both in the same place, both prisoners, that she felt the need to comfort him. "There is always something to leave here for. How long have you been here?" She looks around in the dark again. "More importantly, the thing I should have asked you to begin with... Where is here?" She shivers at the thought of just where it might be.

He watches her closely, lost for a moment in his thoughts of her. When she asks her questions he shrugs, though it is only one shoulder that moves. "I do not know of how long I have been here. Here is a prison. Again, all I know." He suddenly realizes something. She was new. She was from the outside. He suddenly perks up. "You have seen the outside world have you not? Tell me, what of the war? What of Gondor?"

She notices how only one shoulder seems to be working and she lets her hand move up his arm to his shoulder. "You are injured?" She would have to do something for him. She looks around, not sure they were not being watched or listened to. She leans in, her lips a breath from his ear so that she can whisper in his ear. "The war is over, Sir. King Aragorn is rebuilding Gondor and the White City. Lord Faramir is busy with Gondor." She sighs, her thoughts turning to her love, yet another male that would be upset with her when he found out she had messed up. She goes on, still whispering. "You must have been in here a long time if you did not know the war was over and we have prevailed. I just wish that you knew where here was, for I have no idea to what place I have been brought. I can only hope that it is within the walls of Rohan so that King Eomer will be able to find this place without much searching." She then leans back, her hand still on his arm. "What other injuries do you have? How long do you think you have been in here?"

But he is silent, having not heard anymore after the word Faramir. Certainly she could not mean his Faramir, his Faramir was dead. Or so he had been told. Suddenly he had a great need to hear what she knew about Faramir. He grabs hold of her arm with his left hand, gripping her arm not painfully but tight. His eyes show his desperation. "Faramir?! Faramir of Gondor?! The Steward Denethor's second son?" He sees her confused nod and then continues. "Tell me of him! Please you must tell me all you know of Lord Faramir."

She didn't understand why he was so desperate to hear of Faramir. "Please, your grip." She tugs her arm from his grip, being a little stronger them him since she wasn't weakened from lack of food yet. "Look, I will tell you all you want to know, just calm down, please." She reaches out and takes hold of his shoulders, giving him a small shake as if to make her point. She waits a moment more then goes on. "I do not know what you want to know of him. Last I heard he was working with King Aragorn on Gondor, like I said already. I have not received news yet, it was too soon when I was taken. The last time I saw him was a week ago today." She suddenly has to stop speaking because her throat closes and her eyes fill with tears. She was not going to cry, she was not going to think of Faramir neither upset nor worried. She needed to just think about the here and now. She takes a shaky breath. "What more do you want to know?" she says very quietly, her voice thick with unshed tears.

He himself had tears in his eyes. But they were tears of joy. In a soft voice he says, "He is alive?" He sees her nod and then suddenly it is as if a great darkness is lifted from him. His brother was alive! He was alive and apparently quite well! Now he had something to live for. "Tell me about him. Anything you can tell me. I wish to know how he is, how he is being treated." Then suddenly something she said hits him. Faramir was working with Aragorn? He knew Aragorn was the King. No surprise there. So then what happened to father? Suddenly he frowns again. "And....tell me of Denethor, and why it is Faramir and not Denethor helping the King."

She frowns when he asks his last question. It was one she wasn't sure how to answer, especially since she didn't know who this man was. Should she tell the truth and say he died trying to kill Faramir? Or lie and say he died in the battle. The problem was, she was not normally one to lie, not normally. She drops her hands and looks away briefly. She would tell the truth, if only the important part. "Denethor is dead. Boromir is dead. So Faramir has taken his rightful place." The last is said a little strongly, because she was standing up for Faramir. If for one moment this man even tried to say that Faramir didn't deserve the place he was, she would fight him over that, and that is obvious in her tone.

He smiles slightly, taking note of the forcefulness of her voice when she says Faramir was the rightful Steward. So.....this woman seemed to have some sort of bond with Faramir. Good. His brother needed a strong woman. He notes that she said Denethor was dead but he had known it would come. His father had been on a reckless path for a long time. It hurt to hear it but at least he knew his father was now at peace. "Faramir was the best choice for Steward. Unlike....Boromir." He had been about to say himself but stopped. He did not know who this woman was. So to divulge too much too soon might be treacherous. "But he is well? Faramir I mean. He survived the war unscathed?"

She frowns again, not liking how he put Boromir down. If Faramir were to hear this man he would no doubt rip his tongue out for saying as much. "Sir, I do not know who you are, but you are treading on thin ice here .Lord Boromir would have made a great Steward and if Lord Faramir heard you putting him down, he would do you great harm. You do not speak ill of the dead, or of men I consider family." Granted, she hadn't met his brother, but still.

He raises a brow at her mention that she considered him family. Interesting indeed. "I do not speak lies. For Boromir would not have made a good Steward. A King yes, not a Steward. Faramir was forever the politician in the family. I told him so many times. Though he always insisted his brother was just as good. Silly little boy. Never did listen to his brother." He smiles fondly looking down.

She gasps at his words, not thinking for a moment that their meaning could be true. "You do speak lies. You speak as if you are Boromir, talking as if Lord Faramir is your brother. Boromir is dead. So tell me, why do you claim to be he?" Her eyes narrow as she watches his face, watching for any indication of lies.

And he shows none. "Because I do not lie. Boromir is quite alive, though in some ways he should be dead, crippled as I am. I am Boromir of Gondor. And who might you be? I wish to know so I may congratulate my brother on his fine choice."

Her eyes narrow and she looks at him closely. In the dark it was hard to see his features, it didn't help matters that his face was dirty and grimy. She moves in closer, taking his face in her hands and tilting it from one side to the other. She could see the likeness, indeed this could very well be Boromir. It wasn't just the likeness but why would he lie? What would he get in return? Not only that, but he had not known about anything of the war. He was too ill to be lying, too sickly and weak to be acting for her benefit. Then it hits her, this was Boromir, Faramir's Boromir. "You are thought dead," she says in awe, then her other words hit her and without thinking she hugs him. "I am so sorry to have told you of your father in such a manner." She wanted to comfort him, let him know it would all be okay. She pulls away from the hug, looking at him earnestly in the semi dark. "My name is Eowyn of Rohan. My brother is the King of Rohan now as my Uncle was killed in the big battle. Your brother will come searching for me when he finds me missing. Though he is back in Gondor rebuilding the city. My brother will hear first." She sits back on her legs, shaking her head. "Do you not have any idea who would have you here? I can not honestly see anyone wanting me, for I am not of any importance." Could it be because she was betrothed to Faramir. She had heard some murmurs, some of the men didn't like that she was to wed someone from Gondor, not one from Rohan. But would that be enough to go towards to face the wrath of her brother? Her most important thing that she needed was to find out why she was being held captive.

He winces when she hugs him, pain flaring up through his body. When she pulls away he nods slightly, rubbing his side. "It does hurt to know I will never see my father again. But it helps to know he is no longer in pain or despair. He was troubled, and he will be happy now, to be with my mother. He loved her very much." He sighs and then shifts a bit, wincing as his body protests the movement. He was always in some kind of pain. But now that he knew his brother was alive, he had something to live for. Something to get through the pain. "Eowyn? I remember you. You punched me in the stomach when I was visiting Edoras with my father. You told me to leave your brother alone. And as I remember, all I had done was make him stop trying to get me to sword fight with him." He smiles fondly at the woman in front of him. But he frowns when she once again asks him if he knew where they were or who was keeping them here. "I am sorry, I do not know. They always somehow manage to get to my right side before I have a chance to notice them. Then they are nothing but a blur. There are....two that are leaders. I mean the orcs and men listen to them. Orcs rarely come down this way. They are not allowed. It is the men that tend to me." He snorts. "Tend, rather I should say taunt. For they know I can do nothing more than to sit here. It is painful enough just trying to stand. To answer your question from before, yes. I am injured. Very badly. As I have said before, I am crippled. Move just a little to your right. Good there. Yes. Now your face is but a blur." He reaches up and holds his finger in front of his eye and slowly moves it forward, then stops. There was not much distance between eye and finger. "That is how far clear sight is in my right eye. Though it is not damaged, I still do not see well. I believe that may be an after effect of the poison. I also can not move my right arm. I can feel it and your hand upon it, but to move the arm is useless. It will not obey. I believe that is because of the arrows. As my left are is fine. My knees are painful, I believe that were damaged when I was thrown over the great falls. Do not ask me how I survived for I do not know. I was.....not concious. I was told that I had been found at the bottom of the falls, unconscious, and was brought here as a prisoner of war. And since I....supposedly died at the top of the falls, I must have gone over them. I do not remember being found or brought here, all I remember is..." He looks like he was struggling to remember. Then he nods. "I remember saying my oath to the King, then nothing until I awoke here. I truely believed I was to die. I felt it." He shakes his head, reaching up to rub at it as a headache was starting. He hadn't had to speak so much in a while, or think, and his head and throat were starting to hurt. And he was thirsty as well.

She listens to his whole story, fascinate by it, especially when he remembers how they had met before. "We both are lucky that my brother and I are so close. Because he will come looking for me the instant I am missing." She felt a need to help him, knowing that if she didn't it would somehow being doing his brother wrong. She had helped his brother, now she would do her best to help him. Maybe that was why she was here, not the real reason, but the reason the Gods had sent her here. She moves back closer to him and starts to slowly work on his shoulder, hoping she would be able to give him relief as well as mobility. "Hold still, okay? I know this hurts a little, but I have a few pressure points that will help ease your pain." She gives him the lie she gave his brother, rushing on to take his mind off the reason he was feeling some relief. "Your brother will be so happy to hear that you are alive. He has been lost without you, Lord Boromir. Especially after your father..." But she stops, not wanting to say anymore, once more not wishing to speak ill of the dead, though she wished she could tell him what hell his brother had been through so far. "I am sure that we will not be here forever. Where ever we are, they brought me here for a reason, and by night when I do not return my brother will be notified and a search party will be sent out. He will not stop till he finds me, I know him well enough to say that. He will probably be a bit upset with me, leaving my sword and getting knocked in the head like I did. Both him and Faramir will look, though as I said, Faramir is back in Gondor now with King Aragorn." As she talks she keeps working on his shoulder, speaking in a soothing voice as well, hoping to ease any fears he might have. "You have been here a long time, but I do believe it won't be much longer."

He winces as she starts to work on his shoulder. It was indeed painful. But his mind is taken off his painful shoulder and what she was doing when she says something about his father. And it was while she was speaking of Faramir. With a heavy sigh he asks, "What did father do to him?" He knew Faramir was never wanted by father. He'd been an accident really. Though Boromir suspected it had been mother's doing for she always wanted another child. A daughter really but she was happy to have little Faramir. He always could make her laugh with his childlike ways. Ah if only father had noticed. Or maybe he had and that was the problem. He looks back at Eowyn, noticing she was not answering him, actually she wasn't even looking at him. He reaches out with his good hand and tilts her chin back. "Tell me. If you must speak ill then do so. I know my father's relationship with my brother."

She didn't want to meet his eyes, she didn't want him to see the pain of what had happened there. When he forces her to look at him, she does so reluctantly. "If you must know, then I will tell you as I was told, by both your brother and the little Hobbit that saved his life." She keeps working her hands over his shoulder and up and down his arm, manipulating the muscles, feeling out the tight spots as well as trying to slip things that were out of place, back in place. She speaks softly now, telling him everything she knew, even telling him what it had done to Faramir, ending with a soft sigh. "I fear the damage it has done your brother, Lord Boromir. Yet I know what finding you will do too. It will bring him more joy then anyone could give him in his time of troubles."

He sucks in his breathe in pain as she moves her hands over the bicep muscle in his right arm. Damn that had hurt. He grits his teeth as he listens to her, shaking his head, a deep sadness in his eyes. "So he did go completely mad, like I feared he would. I can not say I did not see it coming. He was getting more and more reckless before he sent me off to find the ring. I am glad he found peace, though I regret he did not tell Faramir what my brother needed to hear." Shaking his head he grabs her hand and pulls it away. "Please don't. At least not the arm. There is nothing you can do for it."

She looks at him seriously, frowning slightly. "I will stop, if you tell me one thing honestly. How does it feel? There may have been pain, but is it not feeling better now? For you can't fix it without a little pain. " It should have been helping him some, but maybe he was beyond her help, in which case it would be best to leave him be. She still did not attest to the things Gandalf and her brother said about her talent. She still believed that it only worked if the one she was working on allowed it to. So she would let him be, if he said it had not helped any.

"There is....a little less pain. But I still can not move it. I appreciate your help, I do. I just feel if there is no chance of moving it then why bother." He sighs deeply, a deep pain in his eyes. He would never be able to weald a sword again. Not with that arm anyway. "Will you tell me how you and my brother met? I do not think you would remember him from the visit. Father....kept him busy. Actually he did not even introduce him to your Uncle. And speaking of your Uncle, my condolences. He was a great King and even a greater man." Actually Denethor had disguised Faramir as a page. He still didn't understand why Denethor had felt the need to hide his youngest son from the king of Rohan. The man was always nice to him.

She takes his arm again. "You are surely Faramir's brother, for you are both as stubborn as an old mare! Now, if you feel a little less pain, then that is good. Let me continue and maybe you will feel even less pain. You have to give me time. Your brother did." She glares at him, more stubborn them he. So she once more starts to work on his arm, glad to know that it was working, if only he would let it work. She knew she would have to work on him in stages, but maybe, if she could get it to the point he had even the tiniest movement, then he would have hope and let her continue later on, when both had rested some more. "I met Faramir in Gondor the first time. He was shy then, not that he isn't shy now." She smiles softly as she thinks of him.

He watches her carefully, allowing her to work on his arm some more. He could tell she had feelings for Faramir. But how deep? "You love my brother?" He smiles when she blushes and nods. "And knowing Faramir he most likely is head over heels in love with you." He watches her closely for a moment, then says softly. "I can see why. You are quite beautiful."

She blushes at his words. "It is not beauty that he sees in me, at least I hope it is not just beauty. Thank you," she smiles tenderly at him in the darkness. "You and I share something, Lord Boromir. We share a love for a man who needs it most of all, it would seem."

He shifts a little on the cold wet floor and shrugs. "He would not have needed it if my father could have shown him love. But he never really has. Even when he was trying to be nice to Faramir, one could see it was all an act." With a shrug he sighs and rubs his head. "You do not have to be so formal with me."

"If you insist, then I will call you Boromir." She leans in slightly, bringing her body closer to his as she moves to her knees to get better leverage on his shoulder, massaging it from another angle that brings her right up against his side as she works on him. "I wonder how long I was out before waking. Do you remember them putting me in here? It would be nice if it were night, then we could look forward to a rescue." She smiles down at him tenderly. "Yes, I am confident on one. Where Faramir may not have gotten love from his father, I always got it from my brother. We looked out for each other, like you pointed out earlier. The reason I kicked you at such a young age." She blushes some more. "I am sorry for that, Boromir, I do not remember kicking you, I must have been young. Though if you ask my brother he would say I was always a spitfire."

He stiffens only a little when she gets close enough to him. He hadn't felt a woman beside him in a long time. So he couldn't help the soft sigh that escapes him. She felt nice. But he pushes those thoughts from his mind. This was the woman his brother loved. Best not to get those types of feelings for her. Even if she was beautiful and smelled good. He blinks and again pushes away those thoughts. "Do not trouble yourself. And you punched me." He smiles, then he frowns. "Is Faramir troubled a lot by father's death?"

"Yes, punched," she laughs, smiling down at him, not even thinking for a moment that her closeness would cause him any problems. She shifts around so that she is now pressed against his back as she works the muscles in front of his shoulder and along the side of his neck. "I wish it were lighter in here. It would help if I could see as well. But at least I can feel the knots. You have not been able to use your arm, so the muscles are going weak. You need to keep them strong." She pauses a few moments, then lets her breath out slowly. "Boromir," she says very softly. "It is not just his death that troubles Faramir, but yours. He has lived in your shadow a long time, so long that he doesn't think he can stand in the light alone. It will do him good when you return."

He shivers slightly when her breath passes by his ear. He bites his lip, frowning a little. No no. He would not do this. She was just a friend who was helping him. Yes. Just a friend. Just a friend who would be his sister-in-law. "If I do return, he would not be standing in my shadow again. For even though I am heir to the Stewardship, I will not take it from him. As I said before, he is the politician."

She moves around and sits down in front of him, her eyes searching his in the darkness. "I see that you mean what you say, and I am sure that Faramir will appreciate it. But he will want you by his side. So do not just walk away from it all. I am not going to say that I know your brother inside and out because I do not. He hides a lot of things from me. But I do know that he would never want to take what he thought was your place."

She gets up again and moves behind him, once more working on his shoulder, feeling how it was out of the socket with a muscle between it and the socket. She starts to manipulate it more, knowing it may be painful. "I know why you can not move your shoulder. It is because your arm has come out of the socket and there is a muscle between the bones, keeping it from going back in place. If this is going to heal at all, I will have to put it back in. It is going to hurt a lot." She says the last part softly, sympathetically, not wanting to cause him pain but knowing that she must. In his present state it was no wonder he did not know what was wrong with his arm, for it wasn't like he would go poking around his own arm. He had already once tried to stop her, but since she had been so stubborn... She looks around to find something for him to bite on, but can't. She tries to rip off part of the leather tie from her boots, but it is useless and the laces would be too small. With no other option, she rips at the hem of her dress, tearing a good section of it off and handing him the clean, slightly perfumey material. "Wad it up and bite on that. You must remain silent." She waits until he has the material between his teeth and then with a few swift movements, she moves the muscle out of the way and pops his shoulder back in. She makes the movements short and calculated, not wanting to cause him any more pain then she must. She then moves around him quickly, leaving her hand on his shoulder, starting to lightly rub against it. She was not trying to massage it now, not caring one way or the other if she was giving anything away, for right now all she was trying to do was heat up the muscles to give some sort of relief.

He looks at her and then nods, taking the material and folding it up. He places it between his teeth and waits. He'd had his leg set once while out on the battle field so he was no stranger to pain. But when she sets his shoulder, it was worse. He clamps his mouth down, keeping in the scream of pain that threatened to fall past his lips. Instead the only sound he makes is a deep moan of pain. There were tears in his eyes, that was how painful it was but he was not going to let them fall. He was a man. He could deal with pain.

When she sees the tears fall her heart instantly melts for this man. She leans in and wraps her arms around him tenderly, kneeling there and cradling his head against her breasts as she rocks slightly, humming and rubbing his back as if consoling a child. She cared not that he was dirty, smudging what little was still clean from her tumble into the cell. She only cared that he needed comfort and she wanted to give it to him. He was so like Faramir, more then either of them would know. She knew he was trying to be brave and not show his tears, but she did not think less of him that he was weeping. He was still awake and she would have surely fainted from the pain that must have caused. She rests her cheek on the top of his head, never once letting him go as she continues to tenderly rub his back. She starts to hum softly, a tune her mother used to sing to her when she was but a very small child. She didn't know why she suddenly remembered it, but she did and she let the sound come out only loud enough that he could hear it, hoping against hope that she was doing him some good. She knew that at least he would be able to start moving his arm again, at least once it healed more.

He wraps his good arm around her and holds her as she holds him. Yes he knew she was his brother's, but damnit she had started holding him first. And this way he could hide his face as he cried out his pain. That way, in his mind, he wouldn't feel so.....embarrassed. And he could cry for his father and poor Faramir. Which takes quite a while. He didn't know when it would stop as once he got started crying, it was very hard to stop. Finally though, her warmth and soft voice starts to sooth him. Finally he stops crying and just lays with his head against her. He felt better, and he has a sneaking suspicion it had something to do with Eowyn and the way she was holding him. At that thought he quickly pulls away, reaches up to wipe at his eyes and cheeks. "Sorry. I....should have had better control.

She just keeps holding him as she feels the sops wrack his body. She felt for him and felt tears of her own silently slide down her cheeks. He had been through so much hell, then to learn of his father on top of it all had to be just horrible. Her heart goes out to him, her arms still holding him as she doesn't stop rubbing his back or humming softly the whole time. The only thing that changes is she sits down more so that he was half laying on her in order to keep his face hidden and her humming turns to soft words of comfort, telling him everything would be okay and other soft words of comfort. It was odd just how connected she felt with him as he let go of his demons, but she didn't think anything of it, for she was a compassionate person at heart. When he finally pulls away as if embarrassed she feels the need to dispel that feeling instantly so she reaches out and grasps his head in her hands, her thumbs brushing across his cheeks, clearing his tears from them. "Do not worry about control, for we all loose it at one point or another. And you have every right to break down. I am sure that the news I have brought has not helped your state of mind. When my Uncle died it felt as if a part of me had died. I did not cry at first, but when I did, with my brother in my room, I cried like a baby. There is nothing to be ashamed of. Tears have healing powers, so never fear them or be embarrassed by them. Especially in front of me. Please, Boromir, I do not think less of you." She smiles tenderly at him, wanting to sooth his feelings. She assumed the connection that she felt with him was because of his brother and because of her soft heart, never once thinking anything less of it. Nor anything more.

He nods, watching her closely. He liked her touch. Maybe a little too much. Damnit she was his brother's love. Not his. Pulling back a little, though not enough to make her feel bad, he nods again. "Thank you. I have not cried like that in a while. I...." He stops as his hearing, which was always tuned to sounds outside the cell, pick up the sound of boots clicking on stone. "Someone is coming." He slowly starts to move away from the door, till he gets to a spot, then he reaches above him and grabs hold of a piece of rock that was jutting out of the wall. He uses that to pull himself up into a standing position, wincing as his knees protest the movement. It was always painful to stand. Even more painful to try and walk. But he does stand. And he does walk, though with quite an obvious limp. He watches the door, noticing Eowyn had moved beside him again. "They either are delivering food, or coming for you. They do not take me out of here. They much rather keep me penned up." His stomach growls as he thinks of food. "I hope it is food....."

She moves over to stand by him then shifts slightly, standing between him and the door, her hands going on her hips as she stares coldly at the door. "Now I might be able to see my attacker." She doesn't move, just listens and watches the door as it opens, keeping her body between him and the door unknowingly.

He smiles slightly, amused, but also touched, that she would stand in his defense. When the door opens and he sees three men standing there he snorts. They'd come for Eowyn. That was obvious for many reasons. But the main two being there were three of them and there was no tray of food. So when two men come in and try grabbing Eowyn, he is about to try and get them away from her when Eowyn pretty much protects herself. He smiles, looking at the girl, for she was much younger than himself, and thinks how he would very much like a woman just like her. He looks back at the door as the third man laughs and enters. He hears Eowyn gasp and wonders for a moment why she would look stunned and afraid of the new man. He had no idea who this man was, and maybe if he did he would have been a little more quick in stepping in front of Eowyn. But he wasn't so with Eowyn frozen with shock it was easy for the man, Grima Wormtongue, to grab her arm and place a cloth over her mouth. As for Boromir, as hard as he tried the second he lunged at the man his legs gave out under him and he fell to a heap on the floor. As the man starts dragging Eowyn from the room, Eowyn looked like she was in a daze now, he tries to crawl forward, actually managing to get a swift punch at the man's leg. That was before the other two managed to get over their pain. He feels the pain as a foot comes in contact hard with his ribs and another with head. He lays with his back against the wall, coughing a little and watching helplessly as Eowyn is taken from the room. He watches and then is suddenly dragged back to his own pain when one of the men left behind kicks his shoulder, the bad one. The pain was excruciating and it was the pain, not the kick to his face, that knocks him out, though the kick probably would have too. So he is left there, bleeding from his mouth and nose, unconscious, while the men leave to follow after their boss.

When the men come after her, she smirks, snorting and fighting back. She was pretty good at hand to hand combat thanks to her brother and her Uncle. She honestly wasn't trying to protect herself, she was trying to protect Boromir. She knew that the work she had done on his shoulder could so easily be reversed if they attacked in the right spots. As one of the men advance on her, she sees the other go around to her right. Trying to keep an eye on both is hard and when the first lunges she kicks, turning to punch the second guy in the nose, effortlessly breaking it. She could hear the bone crunch and the sight of blood in the darkness brought a second wind to her as she twirls to send a punch to the first man's gut. He doubles over in pain, the second man holding his nose and coming after her. She gives a roundhouse kick to the back, pushing the second man back onto his ass with a thump. When the third man enters the dim light she blinks and loses her concentration. "WORMTONGUE!" she gasps, shocked. No sooner did she have the name out then there was a cloth with something stinky on it. She tries to hold her breath, struggling against him, getting a good elbow into his gut, smiling at the sound of his grunt. But soon her eyes are burning and her chest is burning and she can't help it, she gasps for air. That is all it takes and she goes limp, her stomach turning as her head spins. She didn't know if she was coming or going as she is dragged from the room. All she could think of was that at least he hadn't come for Boromir, her thoughts still on protecting the injured man more then herself.