Chapter Ten: Night Arrives and the Heir Departs
They had had dinner and now, Kendra walked between the tents. She had had an argument with Eomer, who had told her that she would be returning to Edoras with Eowyn. The end of the argument basically ended with her telling Eomer to stick his spear 'where the sun doesn't shine' and storming off. Now, she was trying to keep herself from turning around and going back to slug him. How dare he tell her that she can't fight? She had been at Helm's Deep and had held her own there. She didn't even want to count the many battles she had had in her own city.
It was because of her walking that she came upon two of her three companions. Gimli was sitting by a tent, nearest the opening that led into the mountain. He was smoking his pipe and playing look out. She wasn't sure who he was looking out for, but she could hazard a guess.
"Gimli, what is going on?"
"Aragorn is going to try and leave us behind. We will not let him get away so easily."
That was when she noticed Legolas standing on the other side, with both their horses. They suddenly heard the sounds of hooves.
"Just where do you think you are going?" Gimli asked, stopping Aragorn.
"Not this time, Gimli."
"Have you learned nothing of the stubbornness of dwarves?" Legolas asked, leading the two horses towards him.
"You might as well accept it, laddie. We're going with ye," Gimli said, putting out his pipe.
Aragorn didn't say anything for there was nothing to say. Legolas and Gimli were soon on one horse with Kendra mounting Magic. Together, the three horses moved towards the opening in the mountain. They disappeared into the dark night.