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Chapter Four: Rohan
Soon we found ourselves enclosed in a circle of horses, riders, and spears. At first, Boromir was quite glad that our captors were not Uruks, but it seemed their intention was to kill us, so it made little difference. One of the spears was scarcely one hand away from my skull. Boromir rose above us to look for a weak link in the circle, through which we could escape, but found none.
"Who are you, strangers? Speak!" growled one of the men, who reminded me of how Haldir of Lorien must have seemed to Gimli when first they met. He was hostile, but more likely than not, he had a just reason to be so. For a few moments, he and Aragorn spoke together. Then he turned his attention to Gimli and me.
"Who are these silent ones?"
"Give me your name, horse master, and I will give you mine and more besides," Gimli challenged. I heard Boromir groan beside me.
"In our country the stranger gives his name first, but I shall humor your rudeness this once. I am Eomer, son of Eomund, third Marshall of Rohan."
"Well, third Marshall, I am Gimli, son of Gloin and I say you would be wise to hold your tongue in matters of which you know nothing." Gimli was referring to Eomer's indication that he believed we and the lady of Lorien who sent us were in league with evil.
"Gimli, be polite. He meant no harm," Boromir groaned, though he knew the Dwarf could not hear him. A deadly silence came over the plain as Eomer spoke.
"I would cut off your head, Dwarf, and your beard with it if it stood but a little higher from the ground." I could not stand for this, though Boromir urged me to stay. Instantly an arrow was on the string of my bow.
"You would die before your stroke fell!" I hollered.
"Enough of this," Aragorn said, coming between us. "Pardon them, Eomer, but when you know more, you will understand their anger. Will you hear our tale?" Eomer nodded and Aragorn related our adventures, omitting the ring. Eomer revealed that Rohan was under attack by Saruman, though they were not yet at war, and that his riders had overtaken the Uruks and destroyed them, finding no sign of the Hobbits. I felt grief tug at my heart, but Boromir spoke comfort to me.
"Take heart, for they are yet alive."
"How do you know?" I whispered, though not quietly enough to avoid a strange look from Aragorn.
"I have seen them," he said simply. At length, Eomer gifted us with two horses, since Gimli refused to ride one alone. He rode behind me, having an annoying tendency to squeeze me like a stuffed bear given to a frightened child. I tried my best to ignore him as we parted ways with Eomer and his company and headed for the site of the Uruks' destruction.
A/N I know its short and mostly from the book, but I promise the next one won't be. Read and review and I will get it posted As soon as possible. Thanks a bunch.
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