A/N: Sorry if I took a little while to update, as I've said in a previous A/N, I'm trying to work on making my cahpters longer (for you guys of course:) ) Anyway I hope you enjoy it!

To liz: Thanks for sharing your opinion, one can never have enough advice; I'm sorry if some of the characters may seem a little ooc to you and since it's the elves that worry you most,I do assure you that I know exactly what I'm doing with this story.

000

Boromir had confined himself to his chambers; he couldn't believe what his father had done. Denethor had deliberately sent Faramir into a death trap, and for what? And even then his description of what had fully happened was hazy.

Boromir was sick to his stomach, he hoped that no harm had come to his brother, but he knew that that was almost impossible-how were sixteen Rangers going to kill an entire army? It was impossible.

Boromir began to question Denethor's state of mind when he made the decision, for Boromir believed that somewhere in his father's heart there was a love for his son-for Faramir.

But how could that be considering what he had done?

Boromir was frustrated and angry, he had already thrown and broken various contents in his chamber, he wished that there would have been some way for him to stop it from happening, he would have rather gone in his brother's stead, and what he felt was completely normal for it is how every older brother or sister should feel if they by chance were ever in such a predicament.

Suddenly, just moments after he had thrown a vase at the door there was a knock.

"What is it?" Boromir asked, trying to compose himself.

"Is everything alright my lord?" answered a calm yet concerned voice of a woman.

Boromir recognized that voice, though he had only heard if once: that kind, gentle, soft voice. It was lady Eowyn's maid, Norah. "Yes, everything is alright," Boromir replied.

"Are you certain my lord? For I heard the sound of many things being broken," said Norah

"Yes, I am certain; I did not mean to alarm you."

"It is alright my lord," she replied softly.

As Boromir heard her walk away, he sat on his bed, not even bothering to assess the damage that had been done. He was angry-with his father.

000

The young elfin woman had wasted no time, she quickly ordered for some water to be brought to her, and while she waited for it, she walked over to Faramir and examined his wounds.

Elendur was the only one awake. The others had fallen asleep from sheer exhaustion and he could not blame them; he watched as the elfin woman gently looked at his captain's wounds, and he could not believe what he was seeing.

After all, weren't these elves supposed to be evil? Then how could she be any different? It did not make sense to him at all, but despite that he was glad that Faramir was getting the medical attention that he needed.

Once the water had been brought to her, she also asked for a herb that Elendur had not heard of before, and once it was given to her, he watched as she broke it into little pieces and mingled it with the water, she then used some cloth, dipped it into the herb-water and began to clean the unconscious Faramir's wounds with it.

Elendur was glad that Faramir had been unconscious for he knew that it would have hurt him pretty badly.

Suddenly, as the young elfin woman had just finished cleaning Faramir's wounds the raven haired elf appeared with three other elves behind him.

000

When Norah returned to Eowyn's chambers, she was quite surprised at Eowyn's sudden change of attitude, she now seemed much happier than when Norah had last seen her. Norah had known Eowyn for almost all of her life; they had become very close friends, so it was quite obvious that something had happened to Eowyn to make her attitude change so drastically.

"My lady, I cannot help saying that you seem decisively happier than when I last saw you," Norah commented.

"Ah, yes, I am happier indeed," said Eowyn, "you would be also if our lives were reversed."

"What then, my lady has made you so happy?" asked Norah.

"I will tell you for I trust that you will not reveal what I have told you to a single soul," said Eowyn.

"Of course my lady, I give you my word that I will not reveal what you have told me to a single soul."

"Good," said Eowyn, "for I want to share this with you."

"What my lady?"

"I am going away," Eowyn said, with an uncontrollable smile coming across her face.

"Where to my lady? And for how long?"

"I am hoping to return to Rohan, but that may prove too risky; for I do not intend to return."

"You are going to run away?" Norah gasped.

"Yes Norah, that is my intention, and I do not believe that anything can stop me for I have made up my mind."

"My lady, you cannot run away! What about your obligations here in Minas Tirith?" Norah asked.

"That is why I am running away; I cannot be bound to my life of unhappiness; the choice to marry the son of the steward was not my own!"

"But my lady, you certainly will not get far; I cannot bear to think of what would happen if you were to be caught," said Norah, resting her head in her right hand.

"That is a chance that I am willing to take, but it may not happen for Theodred is going to help me."

"How were you able to convince lord Theodred to consent to this?" Norah asked, in shock.

"It was not very hard, although Eomer will not help us, I just know it."

"My lady, I think that it would be safer if you were to stay here, for they shall hunt for you until they find you, and that I am sure you know already," said Norah, with a slight frown of worry coming over her face.

"Yes I do know that but if I stay here any longer I think that I shall die!" Eowyn exclaimed.

"Please do not say such things my lady," Norah replied.

"I simply cannot help it; it angers me that lord Théoden could do such a thing to me!" Eowyn exclaimed. She, in truth was taken by surprise when king Théoden had told her that she was to be married. She was also angry and sad, although she had, somewhere along the line, forgiven him.

"My mind is made up," Eowyn continued, "I shall either escape to freedom or I will die in my attempt."

000

Théoden knew that he could not help Eowyn escape without Eomer knowing, so he knew that as risky as it seemed, he had to inform Eomer and try to convince him to help them.

So he had requested to see his cousin immediately, and though it seemed as if it had taken Eomer an hour to come, he had actually arrived in a matter of minutes.

"You said it was urgent, so I came as fast as I could," said Eomer.

"My thanks," said Theodred, he did not know what he was going to say to Eomer, but he knew that if he said the wrong thing Eowyn's one chance of freedom might as well fall on a sword.

"Well, what is it?" Eomer asked, with a concerned look on his face.

"It is Eowyn-and me; you must help us," Theodred said bluntly.

"I know not what you are talking about," Eomer replied.

Theodred began to nervously pace the room. Eomer knew that it had to be serious for Theodred only paced back and forth when he was extremely nervous about something, and usually this something was of great importance.

"Please speak, and do stop pacing, for you are making me nervous also," said Eomer.

Theodred stopped pacing and stood before his cousin, he began to speak again, "Do you remember the brief conversation that we had with Eowyn in the stables?" Theodred asked.

"We talked for a while, you must be more specific."

"Very well; do you remember when she said that she wished to return to Rohan with us?"

"Yes, and I told her otherwise," said Eomer with a slight frown. "What is your point?"

"My point is, she intends to act on her feelings-she intends to run away and I intend to help her."

The color drained from Eomer's face, "I do not believe this," he said standing up and walking to a window. "You mean to help my sister escape! I know that this is hard for her right now, but she does not realize what this will do to our renewed alliance with Gondor! Their marriage was a confirmation of the treaty. She cannot escape this, as much as I wished that this had never happened. If she runs away, they will hunt her down and I would not like to think of what would happen next," Eomer ran a nervous hand through his hair, his eyes seemed as though they had been set aflame.

He loved his sister deeply, but how this was too much for him to bear. He scolded himself for not seeing it sooner. He knew that he should have, for this was typical of Eowyn and it was typical of Theodred also, but a part of his heart could understand and sympathize with her, after all he was her brother. He could not help being protective of her, and he knew that this would probably one of a very few if not the only chance of escape.

But was he willing to let them escape?

"What would you have me do then, if she is to escape?" he asked suddenly.

"I would need you to help us, for Eowyn needs as much help as possible, and I trust you only to help us," answered Theodred.

"She is my sister and I love her, I wish for nothing more than her happiness-her freedom. I shall help her," said Eomer, for he had a heart-a conscience, he refused to return to Rohan and leave her as an eagle in a cage. He would help to free Eowyn-he had made up his mind.

000

As Denethor sat in his chambers his conversation with Boromir continued to replay itself in his mind:

"And why not Faramir-he does love you father, but somehow you cannot!"

"But somehow I cannot," Denethor said, repeating what his son had said. He too had retreated to his chambers after his argument with Boromir. He sent all of his servants away for he had wanted to be alone-alone to reflect on his thoughts.

He had sent his least-favored son with only fifteen Rangers to hunt down and kill possibly an army of Haradrim. He knew that that was barely enough for a scouting party.

His earlier conversation with Faramir began to replay in his mind:

"Do you mean to send me into a death trap my lord?"

"So you would shirk away from your duty?"

"Never my lord; I will serve Gondor even unto my death."

"And so he may," said Denethor aloud, to himself once again. "And so he may."