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Chapter 8: Theoden
I had predicted that Cass would take care of the consequences of calling her an idiot and commenting on her "stupid actions" (well they were, excuse me). I was right.
When Gandalf and Aragorn came to bring us to Theoden the next morning, they were kindly met by my growl of annoyance and quick reflexes and Cassy's high-pitched, almost deafening scream at being woken up so early (dawn was just barely braking). Let's just say that they let us sleep another hour or so.
I didn't fall back asleep. I went over to the window and sat on the ledge, watching the sun rise over the extremely distant mountains. Cass re-awoke about 20 minutes before our "escort" came back. She took one look at me and the first thing out of her mouth was "You look awful. Did I really give you a black eye?"
I grinned. Typical Cass. "Yeah, how else would I have gotten it?" I asked her, still grinning no matter how much it hurt.
She grinned back. "Oops," she muttered. "I hadn't wanted to bruise you, just give you a piece of my mind. And who knows, you might have sleepwalked and bumped into something."
I laughed. "Giving me a piece of your mind would have been a lot messier, especially since neither of us are surgeons. And you know just as well as I do that I don't sleepwalk."
All I got for my say in the matter was a tongue pointed in my direction.
"Anyway," I continued, "We still need to get our pathetic posteriors out of here. I really don't want to spend the rest of my life as a Rohirric Shieldmaiden, no matter how highly they're treated and respected. And I especially don't want to fight at Helms Deep, because it's a 75 chance that we're going to be killed!"
She cracked. She absolutely cracked up with laughter. She looked up, gasping for breath and wiping tears from her eyes.
"Mind letting me in on the joke?" I asked sourly.
"It's just a thought but… maybe… hahahahahaha… if we die… hahahahahaha… we might get…" She gasped. "Returned home! Hahahahahahaha…" She trailed off laughing again.
"O, ok, so now you're suicidal? Great. So now I'm stuck with a suicidal maniac who used to be one of my best friends until she went psycho. This is just great. O, and how about topping it off with a nice red maraschino cherry? I'm stuck in a different realm, and I'm about to go fight in a huge battle. Life really bites sometimes."
"Ooh, I know! When you end up with a lemon, make lemonade! Or When life hands you a lemon, say 'O yeah, I like lemons. What else ya got?'"
"Wow, special Cass."
"I know I am, but are you?"
I was about to respond when our "escort" came back, this time with fresh clothes and breakfast. Our other ones were rags long ago, and we were literally starving.
After devouring the offered food and kicking the men out of the room so we could change in privacy, we donned the dresses we were (I suppose) to wear in the presence of the (now sane) king of Rohan.
We were "escorted" into his presence, our every move being carefully monitored by the remnants of the Fellowship. We apparently arrived just in time to see two small, bedraggled children being ushered into the Great Hall by Eowyn.
"Freda and Eothain," I murmured to Cassy. She nodded slightly.
"What was that?" asked Aragorn, still slightly suspicious of our (completely true) story and us.
"O, nothing, my lord, I just thought I recognized those two children from a town near where I was raised," I told him.
"Sure…" he muttered, still disbelieving. Men.
We entered the hall to the crying of the young girl, her brother's slurping, and the explanation of Eowyn's for the whole situation.
"They were unarmed." Said Eowyn. "Now the wildmen are moving through the Westfold, burning as they go- rick, cot and tree."
"Where is mama?" cried the little girl, Eowyn leaning down to comfort her.
"My lord king, war is upon you and your whole kingdom if you do not act immediately." I stated, receiving a blow to the side of the head for stealing Aragorn's line (and for speaking out of turn, but that's different). Whoops. I hit one of the pillars supporting the roof, and the last thing I remember was being carried out of the Great Hall of Theoden.
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