Pelennor
Eomer's horse pranced a bit, ready for battle. Both horse and rider only waited for the command.
Theoden shouted out. "For Ruin!" Rounds of shouts echoed the king, and the men of Rohan wielded swords and spears as they charged at the black mass of orcs.
Eomer's heart raced, his veins throbbing as blood pulsed through him. His eyes were fixed on the orcs, his arm tight and ready to hew them down. His horse leapt forward, faster, leading the Rohirrim. Together, horse and rider jumped and plowed through the orcs.
His sword slashed left and right, killing orcs as Eomer made his way through the crowd. Everywhere he looked, he saw more to kill. He let out a ferocious yell and stabbed through an orc's head.
The Rohirrim fought fiercely, and from the White City Eomer heard joining yells. The Gondorians were hopeful, no doubt, now that Rohan had come to their aid. Eomer turned his horse and ducked at the same time, lashing out with his sword. The blade met a Corsair, on foot.
Thundering footsteps made Eomer finally look ahead. Before him were several oliphants, with more Corsairs atop them. They yelled and shot arrows down upon the Rohirrim. Eomer glared at them, particularly at one man who directed an Oliphant. He grabbed a nearby spear.
The spear flew through the air and plunged into the man. The Corsair fell, and in his fall he confused and hurt the Oliphant, bringing the beast and its masters down with him.
Eomer smirked at the scene, and went for the next enemy.
Suddenly he froze as he heard something every man feared.
Shadows crossed over the land as deafening shrieks echoed overhead. Eomer looked up to see the Nazgul circling overhead. It wasn't just one—there were at least four.
They swooped down on the men, plowing over them and the horses. Eomer watched, horrified, as his men were killed.
And for a brief moment, his mind wondered if Selanae was still alive.
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The sounds of battle were oddly comforting to her. After running nearly non-stop since the Nazgul reappeared, Selanae had finally found others on her side.
She almost laughed. She had no side not long ago. Selanae shook her head and ran to the crest of a hill. Below her, thousands of men and orcs battled, with strange beasts thrown into the mix as well. Not all men were the Rohirrim, and she realized quickly that not all men sided with Rohan and Gondor.
The winged beasts flew above the fighting men. No wonder the Nazgul abandoned me. The greater threat, Rohan, arrived. She was late for the battle.
Selanae charged on foot to the battle, her sword in hand and her shoulders flexing in anticipation. She quickly found herself in the foray.
Cling, clang, swoosh. Cling, clang, swoosh! Her dragon-head sword sounded rhythmically, and Selanae began to smile. She dodged an obvious blow by an orc, twisted on her heel, and swung her sword above her head. She froze it there, almost smiling at the orc as she invited the fight.
He died quickly, and so did the next ten orcs. Selanae moved her feet quickly, bending backwards and forwards as she twisted and flipped her body defensively. She attacked with as much grace and speed, confusing the enemy.
Her eyes grew wide as she looked ahead. Eomer! The tall, blonde marshall yelled out as he dealt a fatal blow to an orc. He twirled his sword in the air as he turned to the dwindling numbers of orcs, and felled another even before the first orc fell to the ground.
She smiled, and ran towards him. A strange man with paint and pierced flesh came at her, but Selanae barely took thought as she parried and stabbed him.
"Nice to see the marshall made it," she said loudly. He whirled around, his sword ready, but his eyes widened when he saw her.
And suddenly, he let the sword drop to his side and he embraced her tightly.
"It took you long enough to arrive as well," he said, his voice teasing. Selanae laughed into his armor. His hold was tight on her, and for some reason, it struck her as more than just relief.
"Miss me?" she asked with a sly grin as he released her. His face was flush, but she assumed it was the effort of battle.
"I'm glad you're alive," he said, smiling at her.
Shouts of terror startled them both. Their swords were up, ready for whatever was next, when they saw a green ethereal wave wash over the Corsairs and orcs. The enemy screamed as the wave slaughtered them.
"This is new," Selanae said.
Eomer nodded. "Theoden said Aragorn would gather the dead to fight for us." Selanae raised an eyebrow. She supposed that was a real answer, but somehow she found it a bit too far-fetched.
"The dead?"
Eomer caught her tone. "It's another prophecy, or so I've heard." He looked again as the remaining threat was banished.
"See?" Selanae said. "And who said I would defeat Sauron? I'm not the only prophecy around her." She grinned. "And I haven't even done anything yet!"
Eomer rolled his eyes, but she saw laughter there. He opened his mouth, but suddenly another shriek made them both cower.
Nazgul! Selanae hadn't been bothered by them during the battle, but now they seemed infuriated. She looked up in time to see two dive for her. Selanae pushed Eomer away and dove out of reach. She felt breath from the beasts as they passed by her. The shadows passed, and Selanae pushed herself to her feet.
Where's my sword? Frantically, she looked around for it.
"Selanae!" It was Eomer, and she looked to see him toss her sword towards her. She caught it by the hilt as another shadow crossed over her.
The beast's wing hit her as it flew by, and Selanae grunted when she hit the ground. She rolled onto her back, ready to get up again when suddenly the second beast dove at her. Its claws scraped at her, but she twisted from being captured.
"Selanae! Behind you!" She turned as Eomer ran towards her. His eyes moved from her to the next threat.
The first beast had circled back and shrieked as it descended on them both. It drew closer, and closer . . .
Eomer crashed into her, and they both fell back, rolling over the ground as the first beast barely missed. Again, Selanae's sword flew from her grasp. Both she and Eomer were out of breath. Eomer's eyes searched her face, close.
"Are you all right?" he asked, his voice deep but slightly shaken. Selanae nodded, her eyes finding something captivating in his.
Suddenly aware of how close they were, she got to her feet.
And just then the second fell beast snatched her, its claws tight around her body. She yelled out, but for whom to help, she didn't know. The claws trapped her arms down and dug into her flesh. The ground below grew further and further away, yet she could see Eomer, shouting at archers around him. Arrows flew up, but none could catch the beast.
Above her, the Nazgul hissed. Where is he taking me?
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Eomer chopped at a fallen orc, releasing his anger on the disgusting dead body. He unleashed an almost primal yell into the air and flung his helmet to the side.
"Eomer!"
He let out a long, tired sigh, knowing it was Aragorn. He drew a deep breath before turning to the future king.
"They've taken her."
Aragorn bowed his head, studying the ground as he took in the news. He looked up at the marshall.
"She will be all right, Eomer. Do not lose hope." Aragorn laid a comforting hand on the marshall's shoulder. "Where is Theoden?"
Eomer froze. He hadn't seen his uncle since the charge. He held his breath as he passed Aragorn and started searching.
Eothain wasn't far away and he trotted up to Eomer.
"My lord," he said, slightly out of breath. It struck Eomer as oddly formal given the moment. That's when he noticed Eothain's expression. His eyes were downcast, and his friend bowed slightly to him. He frowned as well, but not angry so much as saddened.
No. It cannot be.
Eomer swallowed. "Where is the king?"
a/n: I hope you liked this. I really enjoyed making this follow the movies but with a hidden, important, and reluctant character like Selanae. By the way, I pronounce her name like this: Sell (like I'm selling something) -ah-Nae (like 'neigh' of a horse). I don't know the correct way for indicating pronunciation, so I hope that helps.