A/N: Okay I noticed that the last part of the text cut off, so here it is, then that chapter starts:

But I know that it's just a lie,

So afraid to take the chance again,

So afraid of what I feel inside.

But I need to be next to you,

Oh I, Oh I,

I need to share every breath with you,

Oh I, Oh I,

I need to know that I can see your smile every morning,

Look into your eyes at night,

For the rest of my life,

Here with you, near you,

Oh I, Oh I,

I need to be next to you,

Right here with you is where I belong,

I'll lose my mind if I can't see you,

Without you there is nothing in this life,

That would make life worth living for,

I can't bear the thought of you not there,

I can't fight, what I feel anymore,

Oh I, I need to be next to you,

I need to have your heart next to mine,

For all this time,

Love you for all my life."

Alavine smiled, drifting of into a well needed sleep.

Chapter 4

Comings and Goings

BANG BANG

Éomer groaned inwardly and shuffled out of the warm bed to the door, shaking the sleep from his eyes as he went. Opening the door he starred into the face of Halan, he was a tall man who stood a head above Marcus, with muscular shoulders and a well built frame. He was usually neat and orderly, but not this day, he was shaking, a light linen shirt and simply breeches was all he had worn.

"What is it?" Éomer said, glaring at the man for waking him up. Halan smiled,

"I think you need to see this." He said Éomer pushed himself from the door frame and followed him, as they neared a door; he caught a few words out of Halan's usual ramblings.

"...the new girl, the one you had brought in, didn't seem to make it back to her room last night after the dancing." Éomer froze, his thoughts running ahead of him, what exactly had he meant? Surly some man had dragged her to his bed? That must be it, yes, that would be the only excuse....he continued to let his mind wander over what harm could have befallen the girl. Halan smiled at his king's hesitation and sudden lack of movement.

"My Lord, look." He said, jerking the king out of his thoughts, Éomer straitened and peered inside the room. What he saw was the last thing to expect. Alavine wasn't in harms way, she was the complete opposite. Alavine was stroking Halan's daughter with affection, her gown was crumpled, and her black hair falling down into her face and over her shoulders, almost seeming to strain to reach the small girl's face. Halan shifted his weight.

"Now, my daughter hasn't let even me be that close to her since she watched her mother die at the hands of orcs." Éomer nodded, he had seen Halan fall into grief only to emerge from it with the help of another young woman, who he had taken as his second wife.

"How long has she been awake?" he asked Halan,

"A servant said that she had seen Lady Alavine enter the room well past midnight, she had later checked in on the two later on, Lady Alavine was still awake, firmly stating she was fine. Here she is now, still awake." Éomer nodded and walked inside the room. Taking not that Alavine didn't even take note he was there. He gently touched her shoulder, taking a step back when she jumped. She turned; her eyes were weary and looked like she could fall asleep any minute.

"Oh it's just you, dawn already?" she said looking at the small rising streams of sunrays coming through the window. She let her head droop down again, he sighed, and taking her into his arms he lifted her from the bed.

"I'll take her to her room, go back to sleep, I think your daughter will be able to find her in the morning." Éomer said, walking out of the room, down six doors, he stopped. Shoving the door open with his hip he slipped past the door, and pulled back the covers, and gently letting her slide unto the bed. Once he had covered her back up, he heard her quietly murmur a thank you. Smiling he opened the door once again, and walked back to his own chambers.

I would have had her, so close, yet unable to reach, like a cloud seeming to fade away out of his touch. Then they had to interfere, now his tulips were spoiled, touched by evil. Vile, let the orcs tear the flesh off their skin, Curse them! Curse them, and their entire lot.

No, I will not let them touch our tulips, I just have to be careful, approach her slowly, make her trust in me, and confide in me. Then she will be ours, all mine, buried forever in my love, she was perfect.

Alavine woke up to the bright sunlight streaming through the windows in her room. Stretching, she scooted out of bed, and quickly shed the gown she had been wearing for the party. Rubbing her hands for warmth, she walked over to the amore and got dressed. After tying the laces, she slipped out of the room.

Giving herself a few minutes to adjust how cold the weather had gotten, she stepped into the Hall, making sure to avoid any human contact, especially with Eowyn, but that didn't come so easily.

After making sure the Eowyn had turned around and was now deep into conversation with Éomer she walked into the light, staying against the wall. Unavoidably Eowyn had dropped something, Alavine froze, but Faramir had come to her rescue, giving her a wink as he involved Eowyn in another conversation. Alavine had subconsciously been holding her breath; had let it out in a whoosh of air.

She sped out the door and down the path to the stables, quickly mounted Free Rider and cantering out through the gates. The ride was smooth, and it wasn't until Alavine's grumbling stomach gave her hint to how much time had passed. Patting the mustang she slowed him to a full trot, looking up she sighed.

The sky was dark, threatening rain, thunder heads covered the sky, lighting flashed, a heavy downpour of rain threatening the ground. Alavine slapped his flank as she saw her hair start to stand on end. An ear splitting crack sounded through the plains, striking fear into both Alavine and Free Rider. Thunder rolled through the clouds, another crack and a rather loud boom had sent them galloping foreword. Alavine looked back, now, they were running from fire.

Smoke rose from the ground, closing around them in hand, the mustang looked back at her before trying to outrun the smoke that now was as dark as night without the moon or stars to guide them. Alavines thoughts soon wandered, her eyes glazed over. The mustang prepared for a large jump across a ditch, but something caught its back hind leg and they both went tumbling.

Staggering back off, Alavine dragging behinds him, her wrist, caught in his mane, the only thing keeping her unconscious body from tumbling back towards the fire that now raced across the plains. Another horse came into view, although its color masked by the smoke, came down the hill.

The rider dismounted and hurriedly untangled Alavines wrist from his mane, tying the reins to the horse's saddle, the rider carefully moved a piece of hair from her face, all of the rider's words muffled.

Alavine opened her eyes just long enough to hear the only phrase that had not gotten caught unto the wind, as they galloped away from the fire.

"Alavine...your safe now, it's alright." She made to say something, but her eyes rolled back, her body becoming limp.

Faramir rolled his eyes as he stroked Eowyns back; she rolled and smiled playfully, wrapping her arms around his neck pulling him towards her. Faramir smiled and gave his a kiss.

"You keep doing this and I won't be able to hold back." Faramir hissed in her ear. Eowyn giggled and gave him a playful shove, waving a finger in front of him.

"You can't until were married." She chided, Faramir propped himself up on his elbow.

"In my eyes were married." He stated simply, running his fingers through her hair again. Just as he was about to kiss her, the bell was rung at the watch tower, although most of his words were muffled, they could make out the words.

"Fire in the north, someone tell the king!"

"I'd say Aragorn, that we had taken the long way here, what do you say Legolas?" Gimli asked, but both the elf and the man were not paying attention. Looks of utter horror masked on their faces. Legolas was the first to speak.

"Aragorn, where is Éomer King?" Legolas asked his fine features etched with worry.

"Nay, I do not know." He replied,

"I saw Lady Alavine ride out in the morning, and when she did not return for the midday meal, Lord Éomer rode out in the same direction." Pippin's voice came into the picture, he turned back to Merry.

"Now, that Lady Alavine is strange, how could she miss a meal? Elvenses aren't as important as Midday meal, but then again Midday Meal is a bit less important then dinner." Merry shrugged,

"Perhaps she didn't mean to, I mean, the sun can play tricks on us even in the Shire Pip." Merry said. A deadly silence rang through the air, each person avoiding the other on possibilities that could have happened to both the King and lady.

The sound of the bell once again rang through the courtyard, Aragorn and Legolas were the first to their feet. Running down the stairs to get to the gates in hope that someone had returned, the gates were open and the black mustang came through, its coat was now a dull color of charcoal. Upon it's back was Éomer, his eyes dull and misty. Aragorn quickly helped him down.

"Éomer, why were you on lady Alavine's horse?" Aragorn asked.

Éomer turned to him, "He was out alone, and my own horse should be able to make it back." Aragorn studied him, and then made to ask something again, but a gasp interrupted him. Eowyn was now stroking the horse; she turned to her brother, her face pale.

"He was out alone? Are you sure? Are you sure nobody else was around? Can you be positive that she wasn't nearby?"

Éomer nodded somberly, his mood didn't brighten when Aragorn broke in.

"Éomer, we must assume the worst. Give her two days to show up before we completely announce the new, let rumors fly around, then we will explain everything if she doesn't show up." Aragorn said quietly, Éomer nodded and letting Aragorn and Faramir help him to his chambers.

Eowyn sighed and turned to the horse.

"You know what happened don't you boy? You know where she is." Her last sentence more a statement then a question and it was confirmed by the look in the stallion's eyes.

A/N:Me Again! I don't know when the next chappie is going to be up. I already had 3 and 4 written up and downloaded, I just needed to put them up, but 5 I'm still working on. So, maybe withing the week, maybe longer, ANY ideas are welcomed!Does anyone mind that the chapters are sooo short?