William of the Rohirrim

Chapter Two

'Holy Fucking Gods' he said to himself as he slid the armor on, "What the hell have I gotten myself into?"

But before Will could think his thought through any further, the host of men and horses was moving on. He suddenly felt as though he had been thrown into the very movies he'd watched hundreds of times, or the books he'd read a few.

Will quickly climbed upon Phoenix's back, and dug his heels into his sides and quickly was in the middle of a mass of riders. Will received a few glares from men, wondering why their Marshal had taken a complete stranger into their midst. They could only guess.

They rode at a steady pace all day, the men speaking whispers of hope that they would get their in time. Will kept his mouth shut. He'd read enough stupid chick fan fictions where the girl can so casually get away with revealing the future. 'Don't they realize that if they reveal what they learned in the past it'll destroy these people's futures?'

Now Will had never been the smartest of the bunch back at home. Sure, he'd pull of B's and an occasional A, but nothing spectacular. What he was best at was riding, and they weren't many people who think of riding as cool and want to hang out with a guy who sometimes comes to school with the smell of fresh manure still lingering around him. Sure, he'd dated a few girls, had a few people he occasional did things with, but nothing really special. But he sure as hell wasn't going to throw away all the men's lives around him just to let on about what he knew of make friends of them until they died.

When the sun began to set, the pace slowed a little, and he was confident that the company would soon camp for the night. But he was wrong.

Throughout the night, they continued their journey. When it reached about what must have been 4 AM, Will could tell he wasn't the only one who honestly thought about just leaning over and falling asleep on their horse, but men aren't like that. To show weakness isn't exactly a males favorite hobby, and it was just as true in Middle-Earth as it was back at home.

When the faint light of dawn began to finally creep over the plains, Will could now recognize a valley hunched nicely in between two mountains. The pace of the Riders now grew to a speed of complete sprint. The sun was just about to come over the horizon line. Just as we reached the hill before the valley, a White Rider approached Eomer. "I'm glad you've come, Eomer."

"As am I."

"Theoden of Rohan you stand alone."

"Not alone. Rohirrim!"

The men huddled around Eomer with their horses, now making visible to them the terrible sight before them.

At least five thousand orcs remained on the outside of Helm's Deep, waiting their turn to colonize the city with their filth. The orcs on the outside of their lines turned to face them, spears raised, ready for battle.

Eomer then shouted in all his glory, "TO THE KING!"

The men then raced their horses down the hill with all speed. And moments before they reached the Uruk-hai, the dawn that had taken them by storm spread its healing lights upon the darkness, blinding the Uruk-hai, and causing them to shield their eyes for what is so good can do nothing but harm them. And in the sun they forgot to fight, allowing the men to chop the head off each one.

By the time Will reached the battle (he'd been toward the back or the group), most of the Uruk-hai were dead, or running free to the trees 'Ah the trees!' Thought Will, as he remembered the trees in the movie that took care of the last of the orcs.

He watched the trees move around violently as the orcs entered, doing who knows what to the terrible creatures.

At that, a great cheer erupted from the men who were alive, from the great victory.

That night, the men all stayed in the city, drinking and singing to the victory that left Rohan safe… for the time being.

Will had never had a particular taste for ale, and never knew exactly why. It might have been that his Uncle (whom Will was in the care of) was and always had been an alcoholic, but who was really sure of that?

While then men made merry, will sat quietly in a corner next to the fire, staring into the bright and beautiful flames. 'Why am I here?' he thought to himself. 'I can't go around changing what's going to happen, so why am I here? Sure, I've always dreamed of coming here, just because this world seemed more like a world that I could relate to, a world where I could belong. But that meant nothing. This world was war torn, and terrible. Who would want to be a part of it?'

A sudden hand on his shoulder took him out of his thoughts and back into reality.

"Thank you, Will the Strange."

He turned around to see a Eomer, who seemed not to be drunk quite yet.

"Thank you for taking me into your company, my lord."

Eomer pulled up a chair next to Will, and sat. "Any man willing to fight who does not seem to be on the side of Mordor at this time is welcome at my side. And being as young as you are, it would have been hard for you, Will, to have already been on the Dark side."

"Once again, my thanks."

They sat in silence for a few moments, before Eomer asked, "Tell me your story again of how you arrived in the Riddamark, for if I remember clearly, your story seemed quite suspicious. I may tell you this now, I still do not trust you fully. For one reason or another, I cannot say. I also cannot say why I allowed you to ride with us to Helm's Deep, for many of my men thought me crazy to trust such a stranger. Though, if I may say so, I see some type of strength in you, young as you are. There lies in you something I cannot name, though I can tell it is not that of evil."

"Well, it's a good thing to know I'm not that of that Dark Side." Will chuckled. "And for my story, I'll say all this again. I have no idea how all of this happened. I was just taking my employers horse out for some exercise when I made Phoenix go up to full speed. We were riding past a fence when suddenly it disappeared. The grass had also been bright green when it suddenly turned the yellow color of your country. And that's when I ended up here. My world simply turned into yours."

Eomer we staring into the fire, studying the words Will had just spoken. "It seems as if by magic, if your story is true, and I believe it is…"

His words left no room for more, and he continued pondering his thoughts. A few minutes later, Eomer spoke again, "I can talk to Gandalf the White about it if you wish. You obviously want to go home, as would any young man. You have a family and probably a girl at home…" Eomer chuckled.

Will's shoulders slouched. "There is no family back at home. My mother and father died when I was ten, a car accident…" At the confused look on Eomer's face, he explained, "A car is a… another name for a wagon that goes at very high speeds." Will didn't want to get into the 'horseless' part at the movement. "And a girl…" a sad grin came across his face, "There has not yet been a girl for me. But no doubt, I would like to get home. I miss the horses and fear for them with out me there, if I knew they'd be taken care of, I wouldn't worry."

"Well my friend, if Gandalf cannot get you back home, you are welcome to join me in Edoras for sometime before you get your feet on the ground in Rohan."

"Thank you, Eomer, once again."

Will returned his gaze back to the fire, his magnificent blue eyes glittering in the flames. As much as this was a war torn world, he couldn't get rid of the excitement that ran through his veins when ever he thought of the fact that he, Will, was in Middle-Earth. The Middle-Earth. No matter, he had to move on with his life.

"We ride for Edoras tomorrow, I suggest you get some rest, it is a difficult journey. I will show you to where you may sleep."

And with that, Eomer stood, and so did Will, tearing his eyes away from the fire one last time.

A/N- woot! I'm REALLY likeing this story… who knows why. Please review, you have no idea how much I look forward to seeing those little e-mail alerts in my mail.. NO idea!