You Could Have Caught Me

By:

LiL Pippin Padfoot

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

This chapter is dedicated to my friend, Trisha, who said she'd live in Rohan, because it was the land of horsies! And who also thinks that Eowyn is a total b####. Ya, that's Trisha! Oh, yes, I have no clue what Befusel means, I just made it up. I'm

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Chapter 15

Not Really Love, And Exorcist Gandalf

Ah, Rohan. Land of Great Plains and horses. It's so nice to see the world from the back of a horse. That is unless you've been riding the horse for almost 4 days straight!

Ya, well now we were in Rohan. It was very pretty land, in fact it made me a bit homesick because it's a little like Michigan.

Well, we rode in with out so much as a 'Hiya'. Though I being omniscient knew why.

We were stopped at the gate.

"We need to have all of your weapons before you can go see the King Théoden." Drawled the guard, Hama.

Our horses had been taken to the stable, I actually followed the guards to the stable, until Aragorn got the hood of my hoodie, and I was forced to turn and follow them instead.

Without a fuss Legolas handed over his knife, bow and quiver.

"Be careful with these, they are from the Lady of the Wood, of Lorien."

The man, Hama, promised no other would touch them.

"It is not my will to give Anduril to any save myself."

"It is not your will; it is the will of Théoden."

Gandalf shook his head at Aragorn, and handed over his sword Glamdring.

Unwillingly Aragorn laid Anduril in its sheath up against the wall, and bade that no one touches it, otherwise painful death.

"Gandalf, you shall have to lay down your staff as well."

"Would you deny an old man of his walking stick?"

Hama shook his head. "Go on then."

Gimli laid his axe down too. It was me left.

"My lady, I see you have a sheath, lay it down."

"No," I said defiantly "It was a given to me from the Lord Boromir, to protect myself, and I do not intend to leave myself unguarded."

"You shall be protected inside the Golden Hall, milady."

"No."

Gandalf sighed.

Legolas walked over to me.

"That bow to is sacred to me and I did not want to put it down, as is your knife, but we must do things we do not want, we must follow our leaders."

I sighed and laid it down.

Then with a fearsome glance to Hama, I said "Do Not Touch it; otherwise I may have to hurt you."

And with that, we entered the Golden Hall.

There upon a golden throne sat the King Théoden, along with Eowyn and Wormtongue.

We entered. Théoden was old and ragged, as if he had seen too many years, too many beyond reckoning.

"What news do you bear, Gandalf Stormcrow? You always bring bad news." Théoden struggled to speak.

"Yes," hissed Grima Wormtongue "What ill news do you bring?"

Eowyn stood up and left the throne room.

Grima's eyes followed her.

I thought about following her, but the action was here.

I watched as Gandalf threw off his cloak.

"Hama!" screeched Wormtongue "The Fool! He was supposed to take his staff. He has betrayed us!"

There was a great flash of light, and all was still. Grima Wormtongue was sprawled on the floor.

Right when this happened, Eowyn came back in.

She rushed to Théoden, who was lying still on his throne, not a muscle moved.

Aragorn caught her.

"Let him be, He is safe."

Gandalf turned to her.

"Go, Eowyn, He is fine, I shall care for him now." Said Gandalf.

Then, a light, the sun I presumed, shone into the room, and glared Théoden from view.

Then when a cloud passed over, Théoden seem young again, well much younger than before that is.

They sent Hama after Eomer, who had been banished for threatening death to Grima. Truthfully, I would have too, that is threaten Grima, not banish Eomer.

But anyway, Grima had ran as soon as the light shone in the room, like a stray dog, back to it's master.

"Come, guests!" said Théoden, now much better mannered. "We shall have a feast!"

Eomer soon returned, and we feasted.

Well, I didn't, I'm a rather picky eater, so I got a chair, and WATER, no beer or anything, and sat back to watch the fun.

Eowyn noticed me sitting by myself and she came over.

"Not very often do I see another woman in this house that isn't a maid. Tell me, you rode with Lord Aragorn?"

"Yes, I did."

"I wish I could go on a noble quest and be a hero."

"You will." Oops, there goes my mouth, the one person they pick to be omniscient and it has to be me, the person who talks before she thinks.

"What did you say?"

Good she hadn't heard me.

"I was prophesying, you shall become a hero, and you'll fall in love, twice. The first time, it isn't real love, no matter how much you believe it, the second time ..."

I trailed off. It was so tempting. I mean she didn't have to marry Faramir, right?

"Yes?"

I sighed, darn values "The second time will be real love. And you can trust it."

She looked happy at this development.

"I must go talk to my brother," she said "Farewell."

And with that she left.

Well, I thought, I never told her that her second love was Faramir. And with that, I think I dosed off.

Fairly long chapter I think. And totaly boring. Sorry, I think I'm losing my touch!