A/N – I do not own anything but my Summer … so don't' call me no thief! R and R please!

Chapter 2

Summer held her eyes closed tightly, until the feeling of her body reeling about stopped. It stopped so suddenly it frightened her more so. As she opened her eyes, she gasped at her surroundings. She was at the edge of a large forest. The trees and leaves and all natural life around her was so very large, and twisted, almost gruesome. Where she was, that was unsure, but yet seemed silently familiar, "This forest is very old."

At hearing her own voice, she brought her fingers to her lips. She had never sounded so wispy, or soft. She looked down to she if she had been injured in anyway, and first saw red. She gasped and cried out loudly. Quickly her eyes focused, and she saw it was not blood, but the deep red of a dress. A dress she had never worn before in her life, accompanied by a long white cloak. It was long and flowing, with bell sleeves hiding her hands. The bottom of the dress fanned, hiding what felt to be long tight boots around her legs. She brought her hands to her waist, and felt a tight black corset around her midsection. As she shook her head out of bewilderment, it felt heavy, as if weighed down. Summer began to lift her hand to her head. She felt a metal ring around her skull, and lifted it softly. As it was brought into her vision, she could see it was an onyx crown of some sort, very intricate and exact, with garnet orbed jewels. As she lifted it back to her head, she looked down to see a necklace against her chest. It also was onyx, but inside held a pearled white jewel of some sort. She shook her head, "What is this foolishness?"

Suddenly, her hearing picked up a sound. Something strange to her ears, it seemed to be the sound of footprints. But much faster and louder. In one quick decisive move, Summer threw the hood of her cloak up, shielding her face. Soon she realized what the sound was, for she saw the form of a horse and rider in the distance … but it seemed too far in the distance. How could she see it? The rider came closer to her and Summer began to back against the edge of the forest, preparing to run if she needed. The horse halted and light gleamed off of the helmet of the rider, blinding her for a moment. She raised her hand to cover her eyes, but the rider lowered his head, and the glare left her. His helmet shined a bright silver, and he sat tall against his steed. He spoke down to her, and again, it felt strangely familiar, "I had heard such a piercing scream … were you injured in some way? Why indeed would a woman be alone near Fangorn Forest?"

Fangorn Forest? … I must be mistaken …

When she did not immediately respond, his face tightened, "Woman, lower your hood and speak to me."

(1) - "N'uma." She spoke before realizing her words, and softly lowered her head in apology.

The look she received puzzled her so. Why was he staring at her in such bewilderment? The rider's hands lifted to his head, pulling his helmet free from his head. Summer let out a silent gasp. His eyes, hair … his face.

Eomer … ?

He body became rigidly straight as he slowly dismounted his horse. He came towards her, and Summer backed her body slowly. His eyes showed a slight confusion, "Do not be alarmed. I am only bewildered, what is an elven female doing so far from Elvish lands … and alone no less?"

She stared at him. Elven? She shook her head, "Are you daft? I am no elf."

"Do not try and say otherwise. I indeed know an elf when one is standing before me." He spoke clearly to her, almost condescending.

She again shook her head, "Impossible, if I were elven, would not my ears be pointed?" she raised her hands to demonstrate her point, but would one herself.

Both of her ears were pointing to the sky. She cried out alarmed. Her hands flew across her ears and pulled at them, trying to lodge, what she thought was a cruel joke. Eomer seemed alarmed at her fright. He came towards Summer, and grabbed both wrists, "My lady. You knew of this … how could you not? You are elvish. Do you honestly say you were unaware?"

His questions were quick to her ears and confused her more. She shook her head fiercely, "This is not true, only a dream."

Her knees weakened her and she fell to the ground, her dress fanning around her. She brought her hands to her face, "I … I am alone. Far from my home … I cannot believe this … Tua amin!" – (2)

A sudden wind came across her, blowing her hair from her face. She looked up and stared again into the eyes of Eomer. He came to her and kneeled, "My lady. Where is it you come from?"

His eyes seemed uncertain yet knowing. Summer sighed softly and spoke, "Another world. Another time. Of that I am sure."

He nodded, "I remember a tale I heard as a young boy. It was elven folklore. It told of a young princess, a very sacred lady who was sent away because of a great danger to her. She was sent by her the Lady of the Light, to another life, where she would be protected, until the one day when that young elf's greatest wish was to return."

She scoffed lightly, "You are telling me this needlessly, for I could not be in any way connected. I was never protected in my years of life."

"But you find yourself here, away from your world. You are an elvish lady, with beauty that would reside in the kin of the Lady of the Light." He nodded to her, trying to speak lightly.

Summer shook her head fiercely, "Insanity! I am no elf! This tale is only that. Lore! I am no kind to Lady Galadriel!"

He stared down at her, "Then how is it you know her name. I gave you only her title."

She crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him, "I do not have to answer you."

He stood abruptly, and towered over her body, "Hear this, she-elf. I am riding to the soon coronation of two people of this land. The Lady Galadriel, and many others who can decipher this occurrence better than I will be present. You shall come with me and it shall be sorted out."

Though Summer was slightly frightened by his tone, she balled her fists, "I will not!"

In one swift motion, he swooped her up form the ground and over his shoulder. Summer, surprised and outraged, began to thrash at him, pounding his back. He gave a rough squeeze to her legs, and then flipped her onto his horse; "You will ride to Gondor with me. I have, and will never leave any being in such a state alone. If it turns to be that you are not of this legend, that it is but myth, you can be on your merry way, but until then, you are under my eye."

He lifted his foot to the stirrup, and swung himself onto his horse, sitting closely behind her. She glared at him then stared out to the plains of Rohan, as he knew it was. She tensed as he reached around her, but softened her stance as he only grabbed for the reins. He pulled, and the horse began, carrying them both across the plains. As she glared into the land, she could distinctly hear Eomer mutter to himself, "Truly though, she acts like no elf."

(1) No

(2) Help me!