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YEAH! A SUPER long chapter (for this story)! Don't you all love me?
ÜLady Fowl-Potter of the RingsÜ

March 2, Year 3019 ON THE ROAD TO HELM'S DEEP!

I got both of my wishes! I got both of my wishes! Well...almost...because Worm-tongue is gone not dead, but I certainly got the interesting events wish. It all started this morning.

I was sitting in the Golden Hall with Uncle and Wormtounge (yippee! not). A guard came in and said that four foreigners had ridden up (on Rohirric horses at that) and asked to see the King. Wormtounge said to let them in but take their weapons. After the guard left, I accidentally thought aloud to myself, "I wish Éomer was here." After I said this Wormtounge put his hand on my shoulder and said something about how Éomer had disobeyed the King and deserved his punishment. I turned, looked at him, and said in my most dangerous voice, (According to Éomer! I only use it when I'm really angry. I talk all calm and quiet but you can tell that inside I'm extremely angry) "Grima Wormtounge, you are the luckiest man in Rohan at the moment. You are lucky that Éomer chipped my sword before he left and it is at the smithy, otherwise it would now be through your stomach."

He looked at me, astonished. Then he said quietly, so Uncle wouldn't hear, "Unless you want your dear Uncle to banish you, I suggest you be more polite. Now go see what is taking the foreigners so long."

I stormed out of that room as soon as he said that eager for an excuse to leave. I was so angry that I ran into the blacksmith as I left the room. "Lady Éowyn," he stammered, seeing how angry I was, "I have fixed you sword." I took it, thanked him, and continued on my way to the front entrance.

When I came to the doors I pushed them open with all my might and drew my sword. Pointing it at Háma the door-warden, I said to (okay, I yelled at) him, "Háma, Door- warden of the King, why have these visitors not been allowed past the doors of the Golden Hall?"

He replied, "Lady Éowyn, if you would just put your sword down I will explain," I sheathed my sword and he continued, "Master Grima ordered me to take their weapons. The old man will not surrender his staff."

I then turned and actually looked at our guests for the first time. The "old man" was Gandalf himself, and he was accompanied by a dwarf, an elf, and a TOTAL HOTTIE! (Gondorian word) I guess I like the rugged outdoorsy type, because he looked as if he had been in the wilderness for months yet he still looked extremely FINE! His name is, well I'll tell you when I come to it.

"Now Háma," I said once the hottie-induced effects stopped, "Why take an old man's walking stick from him, if he so needs it?"

"B-but Master Grima..."

"Is the King's advisor only. Am I not the niece of the King?"

"Yes, Milady," Háma replied, knowing it wasn't safe to argue with me at the moment (okay he knows to NEVER argue with me) (smart man!).

I turned back to the guests, "If you would follow me, I will take you to my uncle, King Théoden." I led the guests through the halls into the throne room where Uncle and Wormtongue sat. "Uncle Théoden," I said as I came up to the throne, "Our visitors are Gandalf and 3 companions of his."

"Who are these three companions?" Wormtongue asked.

Gandalf spoke (even though Wormtongue was talking to me), "This is Legolas, son of Thranduil and an Elvish prince of Mirkwood. Gimli is the son of Gloin and a dwarf of the Lonely Mountain. My last companion is Aragorn, son of Arathorn and heir of Kings." (He does have an air of kingliness though not one of cleanliness but I'm sure I can work on that aspect)

At this Uncle stood and said, "The only heir of this king is my son Théodred!" I saw Legolas lean over to Aragorn and heard him whisper, "Did Éomer not say Théodred was dead?"

"Uncle," I began, seeing a responsive moment, "Théodred is..."

"Silence, Éowyn! I am talking to my guests!"

"Yes Uncle."

"Now Master Gandalf, I suppose you bring ill news as always. Well, that shall be your name. Láthspell, Ill-News!"

No sooner were the words out of Uncle's mouth and Wormtongue said, "Yes Your Majesty, Ill-News is a superb name for Gandalf the Grey!"

Gandalf looked Wormtongue straight in the eye, "A pity I am Gandalf the Grey no longer," With that he threw back his cloak to reveal pure white robes (they must be hard to clean), "Now I am Gandalf the White!" Then he started some spell thing on Uncle (to get rid of Saruman).

Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli were fighting with the men of Rohan who were guarding the hall. Personally, I didn't know whose side I was on, until some one grabbed my wrists and forced me against the wall. It was, you guessed it, Wormtongue. I leaned as far away from him as the wall would allow

"Now Éowyn," he said, "Don't be afraid. I'm keeping you safe."

I glared at him and said, "I can do that myself and your breath stinks."

He started coming closer, so I closed my eyes, turned my head away, and pointed my fingers at him (I was hoping to poke him in the eye/eyes). Then all of a sudden, there was a sound like the wind, a heat like fire, and he was no longer holding my wrists. I slowly opened my eyes and looked across the room. Wormtongue was lying in a FLAMING heap! Everyone (except Gandalf and Uncle) had stopped fighting. They were all just looking back and forth between me and the flaming heap named Wormtounge. Eager to take their attention off of me, I said, "Well...put him out!"

A few of the men threw water on Wormtongue as I sank to my knees thoroughly confused. I was vaguely aware of people coming over beside me but I didn't realize who it was until Legolas (the elf) spoke.

"Lady Éowyn, are you alright?" he asked, sounding genuinely concerned.

I looked up at him and smiling slightly, said, "Yes, I'm just not used to setting people on fire."

As he helped me up, I realized Uncle was back to normal and looked much stronger already. I ran over and threw my arms around his neck. He looked surprised and asked me, "What's this for?" (I'm not usually an overly affectionate person)

I looked at him and said, "It's just, I'm so glad you're back, Uncle."

All of a sudden his eyes widened and he said, "What happened to HIM!"

Realizing he was talking about Wormtongue, I smiled sheepishly and said, "I somehow accidentally did that. I have absolutely no idea how the flames came out of my hands."

"What!" Gandalf exclaimed. I began to explain what had happened when he stopped me and said, "Then you are the one we have been waiting for."

"What do you mean by that, Master Gandalf?" I asked, not understanding at all.
He replied, "Long ago, when I was still a young wizard," I giggled at this (arrgh!) and he glared at me before continuing, "There was a prophecy that went like this

'Before the Tower falls to the ground,
And before the King may be crowned,
After the Tongue of Worm is browned,
Then the Sixth Istari shall be found.'

'In the land where horses roam,
Far away from the sea's foam,
'Neath the sky's gigantic dome,
The Red Istari will be at home.'"

He continued, "Do you not see, Lady Éowyn? All of this fits you. I must admit the 'Tongue of Worm' did have me confused though."

Okay, since I've written so much, I've decided to give the condensed version of the rest of the day. Everybody got ready to travel to Helm's Deep (the main stronghold of the Rohirrim), meaning the commoners gathered their food and their valuables, the Riders got their armour on and their horses ready, our guests had something to eat, and I got changed into a riding dress (rather than the completely impractical dress I had on which would allow me to do absolutely nothing). Gandalf rode of on Shadowfax (the horse likes him) to get Éomer and the men which went with him, and the rest of us are on the way to Helm's Deep.

I found Legolas and Gimli to be more pleasant traveling companions than Aragorn (he may be hot but he doesn't talk much). I have to rest now because tomorrow will likely be ANOTHER long day.