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Summary: See previous Chapters

A/N – This chapter is dedicated to Laer4572 for her review on chapter three.

OH oh I think I know! The evil sues are there! Wack with something heavy Eowyn!

Maybe, maybe not. You'll have to keep reading. Eowyn does seem likely to whack them with some large heavy object, doesn't she?

OK on another note I can no longer look at Eomer without seeing my idea of what Natasha looks like by his side. That is how much I love this idea. Heck I watched 'Ghost Ship' the other night and I thought 'Natasha is SO going to hurt that ghost…'

Really? Wow, I am feeling very flattered. I've never seen 'Ghost Ship' but I think that Karl Urban acts in it.

Thanks Laer4572.

A/N#2 – to Elros Tar-Minyatur: Actually there are two books that were nominated for an award where the author switched between the characters point of view about once every chapter. They are both part of the same series. One is called 'Song in the Silence'; the other is 'The lesser kindred'.

Chapter Four

Bella's Point of View

This is starting to feel stifling.

I know that my blood family is glad to have me back, but now they will not let me do anything by myself. It is almost as if they are afraid that I will lapse back into a coma if I even stub my toe, the way they are acting!

Sometimes I wonder if Natasha knew that this would happen. Looking back on distant memories like I do when I want to remember some of the things here, I suddenly recall one from not long before Natasha and Eomer were married.

Flashback

Gandalf gave Natasha a grave look. "Now is your moment of Choice, Natasha. Bella's will be given when she is older. Will you return to your own world, or will you stay here?"

Natasha looked between the gathered riding party and the image in the shimmering portal, anguish clearly written on her face.

Gandalf spoke. "It requires a formal answer, Natasha. The conditions are met and the moment of choice is come."

Natasha gave a last, lingering look at what I could only guess was her family. Then she turned back to the rest of us, walking steadily towards the King of Rohan. How she kept her voice steady was beyond me. "I choose thee, Eomer! For good or ill, I choose thee!"

Then she collapsed in his arms, weeping.

End Flashback

Was that why we were here now? But then why would Eldarion, Celebrian, Gilraen, Theodwyn and Isinil be here? Was there some other purpose that we did not know of? This was all too confusing. I wanted Natasha here, even in the times before we came to Middle Earth, she had always been a calm, reassuring presence in the childcare centre. As strange as it would seem to others, considering my age, I felt like I wanted to be that age again, so I could have her hold me and say that everything would be fine soon. She would probably do the same now if I let her, but it is socially unacceptable for people of my age to show such affection to adult figures.

I also found out who the young boy in Natasha's family is. It turns out that Natasha's dad and his girlfriend had gotten married and had the kid, Ben.

I wonder how Natasha is coping without Eomer. If he wasn't out getting rid of the remaining evil in Middle Earth, I do not recall a time when the two of them were anywhere near this far away from each other since they were married.

We met up with Natasha and her family a few days ago. The Healers said something about how they had exercised our bodies while we were in a comabut we should try to move more on our own, stage by stage,and suggested that our families take us to places where we could do so.

Now we have a lot of explaining to do.

We went to a horse ranch (Apparently Ben likes to ride and Natasha's step-mother owns a horse) and someone suggested that we all go for a trail ride. We did, and that is where the trouble started.

Theodwyn, the twins, Isinil, Saranna and Alyssia were insulted when someone suggested that they should be on a lead reign. You didn't have to speak Rohirric to see that. Eventually it was decided that we were all good enough riders that none of us needed a lead. Then Gilraen and Alyssia were told that since they were so young they would have to ride double.

In Gondor, children do not learn to ride until they are at least eight, but in the Riddermark children are often taken on their first ride as soon as they learn to walk. Alyssia looked like she was about to throw a tantrum when Natasha gave her youngest her 'I-carried-you-for-nine-months-so-you-damn-well-better-do-as-I-say' look.

Unfortunately, both Natasha's mother and mine caught that look and got suspicious. She managed to pass it off as a look she had seen mothers in the centre use, but just barely.

Then Celebrian's horse got spooked by something and bolted. Natasha reacted instinctively and called out in Rohirric, then employed a tactic that the riders use when a horse has been startled and broken loose and is about to trample someone. It worked, but it also seems that not even the people who work here could have pulled it off.

The 'amnesia' ploy was not going to work this time.

We finally managed to pass the stunt off as something she had seen before and the yell in Rohirric as picking up a few words by listening to the others.

It was actually Natasha's Ex-suitor who pulled our chestnuts out of the fire by saying that if the coma had damaged her brain then she was bound to act oddly from time to time.

Thankfully, it worked.

However, it is starting to become vital that we get back to Middle Earth as soon as we possibly can.

We need a miracle. Fast.

A ruined tower in a forest, back in Middle Earth - 3rd Person Point of View.

One of the hooded figures was throwing a tantrum.

"You said that Eomer would be MINE! That was to be my reward for helping you! Now every time I try, I run into five others attempting the same thing! Furthermore, he is somehow managing to resist all of out efforts! Eomer will be mine, and no others! Make it so!"

The other figure narrowed his burning eyes. "Do not try to tell me what to do, child! You will get the king, even as I will gain the land. It will just take time."

This set the younger one off again. "Time? I have waited almost fourteen years for this and you council patience? 'It will take time'? How much time do you think we have!"

The older figure ignored her dramatics. "With each day she is gone, it becomes harder for her to return. When it becomes impossible, King Eomer will know this and it will be your opportunity to strike and claim him for your own."

The first nodded their acceptance, for the moment. They had lost the chance once, it would not happen again!

The royal quarters, Edoras.

Eomer of the Riddermark felt ready to kill someone. Even if that someone was female. Especially if the someone was one of the females that had recently invaded the Riddermark.

He sighed in exasperation as he removed his crown. It seemed that every time he turned a corner, he was accosted by one of those… Creatures that had been showing up lately, and found himself desperately fighting the urge to fall madly in love with them.

So far, he had managed by focusing entirely on his beloved queen. Even at Thirty-Two, she held his heart far more that these much younger women ever could. Her wisdom and quiet strength, her expressive eyes and gentle touch, the way she seemed to understand him best, ever since they had first met, despite the near decade age difference between them. Her sense of humour, often said with a straight face, betrayed by the sparkle in her green eyes. Her gentleness around children, able to turn into an unstoppable force if circumstances dictated she defend others. The amused roll of her eyes when someone brought up how she had fought when Gondor had been under siege. How she accepted that he could not spend every moment with her, that there were times that duty could, and often did, come first.

Most of these beings appeared in the guise of females in the late stages of adolescence, up until their mid-twenties. Many of them appeared to be nothing less – and often more - than perfect, but few could understand that it was a person's flaws that made them human, and that forced love was worse than hatred.

Most of these things that had invaded Middle-Earth showed eagerness in their ability to fight anything, or insisted that they were too well-bred to even lift a sword. Natasha had convinced Eowyn to teach her how to fight, but was more than willing to let those more experienced fight on the battlefield, while she preferred to stay home and care for children and manage the Hall.

The invaders balked at such things, insisting that they were strong enough to fight or claiming that they did not know how.

But even with this knowledge, Eomer found it harder and harder to resist temptation. He was giving serious thought to following the path that the elves had taken, and going into hiding.

The Riddermark needed its Queen, and soon.

The king decided that he would not even mind if his wife's infuriating sisters showed up again, as long as Natasha was with them.

If Gandalf were here, perhaps there would be a chance to get rid of this pestilence and have Natasha back, but the White Wizard had made himself scarce.

If there was not a horde of females camped outside his door, he would have made for the healers. His head was hurting worse that the morning after his friends had thrown him a party three days before his wedding. He smiled slightly as he remembered Natasha's singularly unsympathetic manner as he tried to get the dancing Oliphants out of his head.

He would welcome her heartless remarks right now, even more if they were directed at the creatures that were trying to take over the world.

Eomer barricaded the door and windows, then tried to find rest.

To Be Continued

A/N#3 – Chapter Four is up! This was accidentally uploaded on Tale of Two Worlds so I apologize for the mix-up. Please Review and tell me what you think!

Thank you everyone.

Nathalia.