A/N: Enjoy.

"She cried out, 'He's found me' right before she passed out. Now, what in the world does that mean?"

The blonde young man ran a hand through his hair. This girl sure was giving him a lot of trouble. He thought things were going to be okay but he should've known better. Cadoc looked at him intently, waiting for his answer.

"Honestly? I have no idea."

The old man sighed. "Well she certainly has an interesting past."

Rannyn looked up in surprise. She had told him something? "What? What did she tell you?"

Now it was Cadoc's turn to be surprised. "She hasn't told you?"

Rannyn's shoulders slumped. Why did she always keep secrets from him? He had done so much for her and she still didn't tell him things about herself. It frustrated him to no end, especially since he had demonstrated how much he cared.

Cadoc seemed to sense his disappointment and he felt a little bad about it. "Well, she's just had some unfortunate incidents happen to her." He stood up and said, "I'm goin' to go to sleep, but when she wakes up, I think maybe you should ask her yourself." He nodded to him and went a little ways away to settle himself down for the night.

Rannyn sighed. Doesn't she trust me? He had followed her into Fangorn Forest. He had helped her when she'd been attacked by a Rider- twice. He had visited her in Edoras. What else did he need to do?

Frustrated he looked her, still passed out. Her face looked troubled, like something that was haunting her dreams.

Why won't she tell me!

Shadows and voices surrounded Threwen in her dreams. She could quite find her way out and she wasn't sure who it was that was whispering to her through the darkness. She found herself wandering around in a dark, misty place and someone was gently and softly saying something in the gloom but it wasn't a comforting sort of thing. She tried to get away from it but it wasn't working.

Suddenly her throat closed up again and she felt like she couldn't breathe. It was as if someone had a vice grip on her neck and they weren't going to let go any time soon. She clutched her neck in a desperate attempt to fling away whatever was holding them but then she realized nothing was there.

Suddenly the world around her changed. She could breathe, quite well too. She was in a familiar place, but she couldn't quite figure it out. Then she thought back and realized where she was.

Home.

"Threwen, why don't you go for a ride with Asimma? You look like you could use some fresh air."

Threwen turned in horror as she saw the face of her mother, a face she hadn't seen in so many years, a face she had hoped would fade from her memory so that it wouldn't pain her so much. She took a step back and then the picture turned again.

Now she saw the bodies of her village, littered about on the ground, some mutilated, others missing entirely- the work of a pack of Wargs. She shut her eyes, hoping to block it out of her mind. This was a scene she had blamed herself for, a scene she wanted gone forever.

When she opened her eyes again she saw a face before her. It was a white face, wrinkled, with dark eyes she knew too well. They were the eyes that pierced you and made you feel vulnerable. Threwen felt her neck close up again, the breathing difficulties returning. The face laughed.

"You're mine!"

Rannyn jumped when he heard a cry. Apparently he had dozed off but he was definitely awake then. He looked around and then saw Threwen, sitting up, clutching her throat and sweating, gasping for breath. She looked on the verge of crying, the tears welling up in her eyes.

Must've been some nightmare to shake her up that much.

He got up, moved closer, and then sat down next to her, waiting for her to acknowledge him. Finally, after she had stared into the distance for a while, he put his hand on her arm. She started and then looked at him with wide eyes. For a moment there was no recognition and her face looked unfamiliar to him, like the face of a stranger.

"Are you alright?" he asked, concerned.

The green eyes finally registered with the person who was talking to her, the man she cared about most at that point in time, the one whom she trusted. She nodded.

They were both silent for a while and then Rannyn said, "Would you like something to drink? I think I have…"

He started to get up but she grabbed his arm and said, "Rannyn, I want to tell you something."

The young Rider looked at her, puzzled. "What's wrong?"

She took a deep breath. "I want to tell you everything."

Rannyn couldn't believe it. He couldn't believe it so much that he had looked at her wide-eyed and then stormed away. In retrospect he realized that probably wasn't the best way to handle the situation, but really. She had worked for who! Saruman the White, that's who. He had fallen for a traitor. He had fallen for a con artist, someone who was probably quite skilled in fooling people, in lying. Had everything been a lie?

This is what I get. Everything had been going fine until I got to know her.

Rannyn flung his pack on an empty spot a ways away and settled down, his mind mulling over all the information.

Maybe I'm being to hard on her…no. No, I'm not. She was just lying to me.

With anger surging through him, Rannyn finally fell asleep, a certain blonde girl haunting his dreams, always being followed by an old man in white robes.

Threwen felt like crying. She could feel the deluge of hurt and disappointment and loneliness ready to spill over. He hadn't reacted well. He hadn't reacted well at all. She had hoped he would be glad she had trusted him enough to tell him that. She had never told anyone the whole story. Actually she'd never told anyone anything until that day, when she'd told Cadoc about what had happened when she was a girl.

She pulled her knees up to her chest, careful not to hurt her shoulder. She felt like her life was a big black hole, nothing going right, everything going from bad to worse. She finally found someone whom she cared about and trusted and he had turned his back on her and probably hated and distrusted her now. Just because of one mistake.

Well I guess it was a rather large mistake. But I had no choice!

Threwen suddenly felt another emotion- anger. Not at Rannyn. At Saruman. It was the same anger that had driven her the day the Dark Rider had attacked her. Saruman had found her and was trying to toy with her mind, trying to get her to come crawling back to him. But she was not going to let that happen. She was going to be rid of him, even if it killed her.

A/N: So yeah. Keep reading.