Disclaimer: None of the characters and places in theses stories is mine.

The mysterious guest

"Yes. Thank you. Tell the guest I will be there as soon as possible" Éowyn told the guard.

She turned around and looked at her brother. Here eyes were fixed on Éomer, she could not move. She was just about to tell him about Faramir and now she had to go. The guilt was going to kill her.

"Éomer I must tell you this. It is very important!"

"No! You must go Éowyn; we do not want the guessed to have ill thoughts about our country? Éomer ordered.

Éowyn looked at her brother one last time and walk away towards the gate. Her world around her was spinning. She wished the gravel path she was walking on would simply swallow her up and return her to the house of healing were she could be with Faramir.

As she walk towards the main gate were her guest was waiting for her, she started to get surrounded by the villages of Edoras asking questions. Éowyn stopped and look at all the people. Many were weeping as they asked were there husbands and sons were. All she could do was stand there and stare at them. She want to just start crying with them because losing her most beloved uncle who she look at like her own father was bad enough.

"I'm not at this present moment able to tell you who are among the dead but my brother, Lord Éomer will inform you all as soon as possible." Éowyn tried to reassure the villages as she attempted get through the crowds towards the gate.

Éomer carried on walking towards the stable with his own horse and Éowyn's. As he was tying up the horses one of the guards came running towards him.

"My lord the villages are in uproar. They want to know were King Théoden is and who fell in battle."

"Thank you" Éomer sighed as he looked in to the water barrel and flattened down his helmet hair. He could not imagine himself standing in front of the whole population of Edoras with hair that was not close to perfect.

He slowly walked up the same gravel path as his sister did. And like his sister Éomer wished he could simple disappear. He was running through so many different ways of starting to tell everyone about what had happened on Pelennor fields. He did not know weather to mention about his sister, to say how King Théoden died. Éomer had never done a public speech before but this would have been a hard enouncement even for the most experienced speaker. As the steps towards the golden hall loomed even closer he knew his time would soon be here.

In the distance he could hear a voice which sounds like his sisters. He only heard the end of what Éowyn had been saying but he heard his name and the fact that he would be informing them very soon about something. Well she was not wrong. He moved to the top of the platform near the golden hall. He saw the small figure with long golden hair move through the crowd towards the gate.

Éomer stood at the top of the steps looking out over the crowd of people. He did not know how to get there attention.

"Excuse me" he stared rather quietly.

"Might I be able to take your concentration for a moment?" This time he spoke loudly and clearly. All the eyes of the villages were now fixed on him. Éomer found himself shocked by this and took a step backwards but to his shock all the eyes around him were following his every move. He cleared his throat.

"People of Rohan I expect you are all wounding were King Théoden has gone. There is no simple way of me telling everyone this but he fell in battle."

Cries from the crowd started. Sounds of sadness and anger were echoing around the courtyard. Once the villages had got use to the fact they stared shouting out questions at Éomer.

"How did he die?"

"Why could he not defend himself?"

"Why did you not save him?"

"Who killed him?"

Éomer just looked around him. As more and more villages started to shout at him the harder it was for Éomer to think. He could tell the villages were starting to get impatient and wanting answers about the death of there king.

"Please, please calm down!" Éomer shouted to get his voice over all the noise that was going on. Silence filled the Courtyard of Edoras. Éomer took a deep breath and then continued.

"I'm not able to tell you the full details of the Kings death."

Éomer saw that members of the crowd were being to start uproar so he had to think of a reason fast.

"The reason for this is because even I do not know the full story and it would be untruthful to you if I told you only half of a story. The Rohirrim that was defending are King was slain in the process. We are asking other eyewitness who were at the scene to come forward and give us there side of the story."

Éomer thought it was best not to mention his sister went into battle and how the king died. Even till the day Éomer died he thought it was cruel but could not help snigger by the fact that a great King like Théoden got crushed by his own horse. When Éomer was in this silence the crowd started to become angry again.

"Everyone calm down please! Some of the other Rohirrim will be returning later in the week because they are still in Minas Tirith recovering from the battle. I will be putting up a notification informing you about who was lost in battle. Thank you!"

Éomer nodded his head and walk towards the mahogany carved doors of the Golden hall. He pushed them open to the empty throne of Rohan waiting for him.

Éowyn pushed her way in the crowd apologising as she went. She jumped over feet and picked up little children so an easy path could be made towards the gate. As Éowyn carried on finding her way through the villages she felt like a pair of eyes was fixed on her a turned around to see her brother standing at the top of the steps. He was trying to get the attention of the gaggle of people.

Éowyn final made her way to the gate. There was a figure standing there a hooded figure, all in black. Its hood was so deep that not even its face could be seen. The bottom of its garment had been ripped and was covered in dirt.

Éowyn approached the figure with great caution. She tried to pick out facial features from the blackness of its face. Then a shooting pain flew through her body. It was as if thousands of arrows had entered every part. Éowyn fell to the flow in pain.

When she opened her eyes the figure was holing out its hand to help pull her up. With all the strength she had left in her body to push his hand away and then Éowyn tried to begin to stand up. No explanation she could think of could help her realise why this had happened. She looked at the dark figure one last time.

"I killed you?" she quietly mentioned to the figure. "You attack my uncle. I killed you!"

"No my lady" The figure replied in a deep, ruff manor. "You mistake me. I'm not the Witch King. I'm a simple travel whishing to talk to the white lady of Rohan."

Éowyn found the voice of this man reassuring and safe. She felt like every word which he spoke was the truth. It was as if a spell had been cased upon her.

"Take down your hood let me see your face." Ordered Éowyn

"My lady must understand that it is not possible for me to do that." The traveller replied in a very rushed way.

"Why not? I can see nothing stopping you. You hands are not bound together." The tone of Éowyn's voice was now very rash. "Take it down!"

Before even Éowyn quick reactions could stop it the traveller had grabbed hold of her arm and pulled her close to him. Éowyn began to struggle, as the man began to speck.

"Listen to me" He ordered. "I can not take my hood down because then I would be bricking a promise to someone which I hold very close to my heart."

As the traveller was talking, Éowyn managed to pick out one facial feature from the hooded man. It was his nose. She reached out and touched his nose.

"My Lord Faramir"