Chapter 5

Just Stay With Me

A breeze fluttered across the plains, tumbling over the grass, springing life into the dead plants. Birds chirped, talking to one another, the small thudding of a finger against the ground not even making them flinch.

Alavine wondered how long she had been gone, days, weeks, and maybe months? Her brain was foggy, small flights of images would come back to her, only to leave her more confused and disoriented then she was before they happened. Shaking out the bright green leaves from her hair she sat up.

Great, she was miles from Edoras, with no way on how to get there, stuck in the middle of a forsaken piece of land, and her horse was god knows where! This was turning out to be one hell of an adventure.

When in doubt, let the wild call. As said her father before he decided to be a jerk. Alavine let out a piercing whistle, hopping for something to come, and praying…wait, she didn't believe in that, she hoped again, that what she wanted to come, would. ,

Night came and Alavine spent most of the time swatting at mosquitoes that seemed to have an urge to get at her flesh. After relentless slapping, which more then often left red handprints on her arms, she got up, and started walking what she would guess was west, and what she hoped would lead her to Edoras.

Stumbling over another rock she gave up, plopping down on the grassy hill on looking up to the stars again. 'Great, How are you going to get out of this one again Ala, you should pay more attention!' She thought bitterly, 'How come you don't remember anything? Was it Éomer who has saved you? But, then it didn't sound like his voice. No, his was much deeper, more soothing, whoever saved me had a high voice, it seemed a bit tensed, and had a lust she hadn't liked, but who was to say anything? I must have been really out-of-it because of the smoke, so what if somebody else saved me? That only proved that their was another person watching over me, no harm right?'

The thought gave her unnatural shivers up her spine, 'Another person watching over you' her own thoughts erupted into the mounds of possibilities that could erupt. She shook her head fiercely, 'no, no, stop it, you're being paranoid!' Shaking out her thoughts again, she let out another whistle, letting it travel over the plains. Sighing, she laid back against the grass and drifted into another dreamless sleep.

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Éomer had another pounding headache, in the same spot as well; maybe he should go down to the healing rooms for something. After blotting the ink again, he decided rest was what would do him good. But what rest could he get? His dreams were filled with troubling images, smoke and fire surrounding him, with Alavine lifeless in his arms. He shook his head once more to shake the dream out.

Walking over to the window he gazed at the constellation, Murphis, the Great War horse of Rohan. He couldn't believe Alavine was dead; he still did, even after three days of sleepless nights and exhausting days. He hadn't told anyone, except for the men, but they had already seemed to know about his growing attraction to Alavine. He had to stop wallowing in self pity. Crossing the room, he headed for the great hall once again.

The Hall was always empty, and always as bear as it always was at night, providing very little comfort. As soon as he sat down, he could hear the steady beating of a horse's hooves against a stall door. Clamoring down from the chair he raced across the small pathway down to the stable, almost running into Eowyn. He slowed for a moment,

"Sorry Eowyn!" he called out, speeding up his pace again, he called to the stable master,

"Open that gates, Let the horse free!" He called out, sliding unto the back of Free Rider. With a burst of energy, they tore through the gates and out racing against the approaching storm on the plains.

Thunder rolled through the clouds, like an elephant trampling his victims, lighting flashed across the sky in big flashes, bringing pelting rain and fierce winds. Both man and beast traveled throughout the night, letting neither weariness nor hunger letting them from stopping.

'Hear me Alavine, I'm coming! Just hang on! Just hang on….' Éomer thought as they rounded a sharp turn, speeding their way up a steep hill. They came to a sudden stop at the top, giving Éomer the chance to look down at the unconscious body below them.

Alavine groaned, and opened her eyes as much as they would, she was having a dream, and she was going crazy. Éomer was standing above her, the tall, muscular body and broad shoulders were towering over her, his blond hair was messy, with half of it coming out of the pull-back he always wore.

"Alavine, thank the gods you're alright…" he gently pulled her upwards, faces inches from touching, running his fingers through her hair. His eyes met hers, they stayed like that letting the emotions wash over them. He pulled her closer to him, letting their lips meet. She gently closed her eyes, placing a hand on his neck to drive the kiss deeper, he shifted so that she was snug against his body as he kissed her again, letting his passion take over.

"This is a dream…." She whispered against his lips, she felt him smile,

"Then it is a good dream." He finished, he saw her smile before her body fell foreword into his arms, completely limp. He plucked her from the ground, and shook her.

"Come on Alavine, you're going to make it! Just stay with me….please…." he begged, jumping back on Free Rider, pulling her body closer to him.

The rain came down again; he wrapped the cloak around them both, shielding both of them from the downpour. They still carried on, cantering and galloping through the rain and the thunder that was now pounding the plains. The gates of Edoras came into view, they tore through the wooden outposts, and he moved free from the horse and walked up the stairs, cradling her head in the nock of his arm.

Passing through the hall, he slipped into his bedchambers. He gently laid her on the bed, slipping the covers over her. He put his palm on her forehead,

"Eowyn, get me a bowl of water!" he called, moving closer to her, closing his eyes he leaned down to her, kissing the top of her forehead. The door swung open and in came Eowyn, holding the bowl of water. She skirted across the room, setting the bowl on the nightstand next to the bed, then left.

Éomer sighed and picked up the damp cloth gently beginning to wipe it across her forehead.

A/n= I appologize for the MAJOR delay, I had like....MAJOR writers block...heheh

-'. Oh well, a couple of quotes from LOTR but nothing much. Thanks soo much to my faithful reviewer(s), BarleyShadow, (I also thank you for listing me on yours as well),SoccerBitch, and a bunch of people who have poasted reviews, and all of those you read this story days, weeks, maybe months from now. :) Thanks! The support means alot!