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Berethor rode with Idrial swift and silent. He remembered how he had looked around and seen her with Haldir, as he had hugged her smiling happily. He knew what this meant – Idrial had chosen Haldir and there was nothing between himself and her. His heart was somewhat frozen, he had never fallen for someone so quickly… he had never fallen for anyone else before! The power she had over him was so strong, he only wished he could take a sword to Haldir but what good would it do? Idrial still would not love him and he would only he known as murderer of elves, and that's not a good situation to be in.
Idrial however felt like deathly. What had she done exactly? The moment she had seen Haldir's face light up with joy her stomach felt like it had been twisted around her like a huge swirling mass. If this went wrong she only had herself to blame, but remembered what Lady Galadriel had said. It was foolish of her to become so swept up with Berethor: he was a man and she was an elf; Haldir was an honourable Elf, who would protect her and love her for the long immortal years of her life. But would she truly be happy? Time only would tell and her feelings for Haldir were growing. Time…was all she needed. She needed to leave this world, leave on the boats to Valinor – with Haldir.
The plains of Rohan were vast and sweeping as far as the eye could see. The gentle woods of Lothlorien had quickly disappeared from sight and instead the green that caught the eye was the unwelcoming trunks on the outskirts of the massive Fangorn Forest. Fangorn. The name brought fear into the eyes of those who lived near it. A great many men and orcs had disappeared in the darkness of the forest… at night the trees would groan eerily and move around as the ground shook and some told of a great power that lay hidden in the gloom. The plains ahead were a green and golden swirl of colour, huge mountains loomed on the horizon and the trickling sound of the odd stream passed by. Isengard lay to the east hidden by the towering trees of Fangorn and the mountains of Hithaegler.
Idrial and Berethor continued to ride through the darkness along the bumpy plains of grass.
"If we keep riding we shall reach Amar by nightfall tomorrow-" Idrial shouted and paused her eyebrows raised as Berethor simply ignored her galloping ahead.
"Berethor!" she spoke sharply and frowing "'Tis plain rude to ignore a lady when she speaks of the tasks and wisdom that she knows, a man of Gondor should no better than to be so ignorant!"
Esgorath snorted and cried out tossing his head,rearing his hooves into the air. He stopped running as Berethor looked round and stopped his own horse.
"You say that if we ride we shall reach by nightfall tomorrow but if we stop we shall never manage your 'task'!" he growled.
"Berethor, I know you act different." Idrial said leading Esgorath to him.
"Really? I did not realise." Berethor raised one eyebrow.
"Enough! I marry Haldir as I must!"
"Must? Funny, I had the impression that one could choose the right to marry out of free will."
Idrial looked down at the ground. "Not all get what they want."
She gently kicked Esgorath in the side and started to trot again not looking back. The ride from then on was silent.
The sun set in the distance, as the sky stained pink and orange and lilac clouds floated by weightless and fluffy. Idrial and Berethor had stopped their horses and set a small camp up hidden at the side of a small hill with scattered ruins of ancient castles. Berethor rested fixing the horses and releasing them from their saddles and baggage. He gasped as Esgorath nipped his shoulder painfully and neighed, mocking him, pawing the ground playfully.
"Idrial… I think that your colt has a problem with men."
"Oh no," Idrial smiled. "He's normally incredibly good with men."
Berethor looked back at Esgorath and scowled. Idrial headed to the outskirts of Fangorn to gather some firewood. The air was cold and the sky was black now, as stars seemed to slowly disappear from sight – this had been happening for a while now. She wrapped her arms around her keeping her head down as the wind blew cold air through her hair and she shivered. A twig cracked behind her but she ignored this. She looked behind her, down the hill at the small light from where they were camped. Fangorn was close, the dark shapes of the trees were looming ahead. She began to quickly gather some twigs wearily feeling something was wrong. A man's voice shouted behind her and she was thrown to the ground as someone flung themselves upon her and her body was pinned down, unable to escape.
Back at the campsite, Berethor stared into the fire as it died down. Where was Idrial? They needed wood or they would likely not have a fire for the night. A woman's scream sounded in the distance. Idrial! Berethor jumped up grabbing his sword and pelting up the hill trying to locate where the scream came from. He looked to the edges of the forest and saw dark shapes scrambling on the ground. He recognised Idrial, as she gasped, a sword held at her throat.
"SPEAK QUICKLY WHAT BUSINESS HAVE YOU!" the unknown man screamed as Berethor ran closer.
"Berethor!" Idrial cried. "Get off!" She elbowed the man in the chin as she escaped from the point of his sword and leapt up as Berethor jumped onto the shadow, the side of his sword holding him to the ground.
"Stop! STOP!" The man cried. "I am a man of Rohan, I mistook your companion for a Dunland warrior…please!"
"What is your name…speak quickly!" Idrial said catching her breath back.
"I am Eoden, of Rohan's Royal Guard. I scour these lands helping those in need, quietly and in secret away from the evil in the Golden Halls. I meant you no harm my lady, I am ashamed of attacking an elf."
"Well you did catch me off guard," Idrial looked down,blushing at not being prepared.
"It is over. Come Eoden, we are camped further down the hill near the Entwash river, I hope you will join us. In these times we need all the companions we have and I have questions about Rohan that I must ask." Berethor said leading Idrial and Eoden down the hill, but still remaining weary. It was lucky he had arrived when he did, Eoden could have made a dreadful mistake and Berethor dreaded to think what could have happened if Idrial had died.
The fire had already died down, but the ashes still gave off a warm, comforting glow piercing the darkness around them. Idrial was wrapped up in a grey woolen blanket next to one of the stone ruins, as Berethor and Eoden sat on some of the smaller, smooth rocks near to her, at the fireside.
"So why do you travel these plains in secret?" Berethor asked biting off a piece of lembas bread.
"Our king has been poisoned-" Idrials listened intently. "- his mind, should I say. Saruman the White is no longer an ally, and his power over Theoden is growing. Grima Wormtongue is also a problem. He has currently taken over power of many of Rohan's town. Amar for example-"
"We are headed there," Berethor interrupted. "We have been sent by Lady Galadriel to take Amar from the clutches of his bony hands."
"Well I shall help you there, I am headed there myself." Eoden said.
"Very well, we can do with extra help." Idrial smiled. She noticed Berethor quickly exchange glances between Idrial and Eoden.
Eoden smiled broadly, and bowed merrily. "Yes mi'lady."
