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Chapter 3

"Wake she-elf."

Summer roused from the dreamless sleep she did not realize had come over her. She moved forward, and immediately found she had been resting against Eomer. She sat stiffly and rubbed her eyes, but found no sleep to pull away.

Elves sleep with their eyes open … no, I'm not an elf … I'm just insane

She turned as Eomer nudged her again, though now he was on the ground, pulling at her to dismount. Summer moved her legs to sit to the side of the steed, and slowly tried to dismount, but pulled herself back up, finding it more difficult. Eomer grunted, annoyed, and thrust his hand upwards, grabbing her by the waist. She squeaked in surprise as he pulled her down. This unnerved him slightly, as his grip loosened and she fell against his chest, Eomer's arms wrapped around her to stop her from hitting the ground. She stayed a moment, flustered and silent, and then pulled herself back, shoving his hands away, "I could have done it myself."

He chuckled, "That I truly doubt."

She glared at him and stomped in his foot, before striding away from him. Summer was able to take only a few steps before his strong hand grabbed her by her arm and swung her back to face him, "Do not make me regret taking you in."

She snorted, "Oh, heaven forbid I do that! You might do something insane, like let me go!" she crossed her arms again and stared up at him, "Do you enjoy making me feel like I an imprisoned by you, Eomer, son of Eomund, and King of Rohan?"

She watched triumphantly as his eyes furrowed in great surprise. Summer pulled her hand free and stepped back from him. He took two steps, coming far into her space and spoke lowly, "How is it you know my title?"

"You may find that out in time … though only if I am treated properly." She rubbed her arm softly, staring deeply into his eyes.

He peered down at her action, then bowed his head begrudgingly, "I apologize my lady."

He spoke through gritted teeth, and this made Summer smile. She nodded and he raised his head. She spoke in a softer tone, certainly sounding elven, "Why is it we have stopped?"

He nodded, grabbing a pack off of his horse, "We must make camp, the journey is nye over."

She sighed softly, "That is what I was afraid of …"

Eomer stepped away from her and began to pulled sticks from the saddlebag; obviously there would be no kindling on the plains. He used a flint like apparatus to light the kindling and it burn lowly, then with a few breaths he caused a good flame to arise. He pulled a large flask, a few dried pieces of meat, and other things out that Summer could not identify. She decided to sit herself in front of the fire and warm her hands. She moved cross-legged and ran her hand before the fire, rubbing them together. She sighed softly, to forget anything and everything, focusing only on the fire. How it licked upwards towards the sky, swaying like in a dance, flickering sparks outward. Colors of red, orange and gold clouded over her eyes and she just sat still watching the flame. She did not hear the words Eomer directed at her, only when he placed his hand on her shoulder did she jump in great surprise, gasping. Eomer looked at her, she knew he desperately wanted to speak something snide, but instead he said, "Are you well my lady?"

She spoke to him civilly as well, "I am fine."

He nodded, "You should rest. The coronation is tomorrow, so we must rise early to make it."

She nodded, and then began to draw her cloak around her. Eomer look at her quizzically and she shook her head, "I assume you have only on blanket. I will suffice with this."

"Indeed you will not." He shook his head.

Summer sighed heavily, and spoke defiantly, "Listen, you may be King of Rohan but that does not make you Ki-" she had no more time to finish as Eomer had slung her over his shoulder again.

She cried out angrily and pounded his shoulder, "Cease this immediately, you horrible brut!"

He dropped her lightly down atop a large woven quilt blanket. She glared at him and gritted her teeth as she spoke, I told you I was fine."

"And I chose to ignore such a misguided comment." He sat down next to her and grabbed the edge of the blanket and wrapped it around the both of them.

Summer cried out in protest and inched away, "Whoa! What the hell do you think you're doing?"

He chuckled at stared into her eyes, "As you so stated, there is but one blanket, so we will need to share. I can assist in keeping your form warm."

She scoffed, "Ya … I've heard that before."

"Lie down, she-elf." She did not realize how close he was until his hiss came against her ear.

She shivered in voluntarily, and wished to defy, but sleep overcame her, and she simply lied down, resting against the blanket. The last thing she remembered before drifting off, was the arm of Eomer moving lightly over her waist.