Hello everyone, this is Nuin again, and I am psyched, Because this week is the one year anniversary of me being on fanfiction. So I am celebrating by giving you this chapter a week before I had planned to.

Elladan pulled me off to the side as Theoden went back into his halls, and once the two of us were alone, kissed me so that my heart felt like melting. When we broke apart, I gave a quiet sigh, knowing that I was once again complete.

"I missed you," He tells me, and I smile

"I did too, I am not going to leave your side any time soon." I say as he wraps his arms around me.

"It has been too long since we have been to the Golden Halls, has anything changed since we had last been here?"

"Other than it practically being owned by the perverted leech until you arrived no." I say, and Elladan's face darkened.

"What did he do?" Elladan asks me, looking up and down me for any signs of damage.

"Nothing, I am fine, but he left me wanting to take a long bath, the way he looked at me, and Eowyn, well, after I saw it, I didn't let her leave my side, with her cousin dead, brother locked away, and uncle under Wormtongue's thumb, I was not letting her out of my sight."

"You think he was going to-?" Elladan asks, and I nod, as we hear the sound of Wormtongue's voice, screaming at people to get out of his way.

"I am not going to let that bastard get away." Elladan says, his face contorting with wrath, as I pulled him back, and brought him close with a hug, "Let him go my love, he is returning to his master in defeat, his torment will be far worse if we allow him to leave, come, we have a funeral to attend before we leave to Helms Deep, and then, to war.

"A funeral, whose?" Elladan asks, as I lead him back inside Meduseld

-Time Skip

I follow behind the King and Eomer as the Funeral Procession trails through the city, leading us downward towards the burial mounds that I had seen riding into the city. As we arrived, Eowyn, began the traditional song of mourning in the tongue of her people, a heart wrenching song of bitter loss. My own eyes began tearing up as the body was being placed in the tomb. I put my hand on Eowyn's shoulder as the tomb was slowly closed on her cousin, but the time for mourning was regrettably short. We had to leave for Helm's Deep, I was helping out Eowyn in the stables to get everything that was needed out of their as fast as possible. That is when one of the horses started acting up, a beautiful brown horse, with black stockings and a little white mark on its forehead. It began panicking and rearing up as several men tried to take him out of his stall.

I began walking over to it, when one of the men from the stables said to me, "That horse is half mad my lady there is nothing you can do leave it."

I put the saddle I had been holding onto a wooden fence nearby, and walked over to it.

"Easy, easy fair horse," I said to it, taking the rope from one of the stable hands, and the horse reared again, coming out of its stall.

"Be calm my friend, none here will hurt you,"I say to it, seeing the fear in its eyes, I slowly brought him closer, as he made more sounds of fear. I finally got close enough to touch his side, with my continued talk of not hurting him, and assurances that he was safe. When he had finally calmed down, I untied the ropes on his bridle, and handed them to the stable boy on the other side of the rope.

"There we go, peace my friend," I say to the horse as I stroke the sides of his neck.

"His name is Brego," Eowyn says from the stall next to me, "He was my cousin's horse."

"Brego," I say looking into the horses eyes, "Your name is kingly."

Eowyn walks over to Brego as I mutter to him more in elvish, her eyes filled with wonder as she stroked the side of the now perfectly calm horse.

"You said the other day that the one who had been slaughtering our people is your brother,"

"Yes, I have only ever met him once, before we set out to Rivendell, I was heading to tell several other rangers of our leaving, I was riding down a narrow road, when I saw a figure dressed in black, his hood blocking my sight from his face, except for his mouth, which was twisted in a cruel smile, which I found, disturbing." I say, and took a breath, and Eowyn looked at me curiosity burning in her eyes, I the began my tale again, " He said to me, 'Halt, Daughter of my lord Sauron.'

To which I responded, 'If you are a servant of the enemy, then you are an enemy of me,' I then drew my sword, Demos, my the wolf who follows me around, crouched into fighting position.

'Come with me, and we will show you why it is better to just side with us.' He said, not drawing a weapon, still calm, his position was arrogant, as though he knew whatever happened he would win.

'I will never join him, fell beast, now fly back to he who sent you before I sent you to an early grave.' I told him, trying to keep the overwhelming fear that I was feeling unnoticed, I could sense that something was not right about this man. But Demos growled a response to my statement, giving me the courage to continue, and I then said, "Correction, we will send you to an early grave."

Then my brother sighed, "Well I was hoping to be civil about this, but you seem to have inherited some stubbornness from the elf, he told me that she was always trying to escape, or some strange thing like that. Now I will have to bring you with me by force."

The man then drew two blades, each with barbs running down the blade. Then he moved at a speed I didn't even think possible, killing the horse I was on, decapitating it with a single stroke. I lept off the horse and drew a dagger to fight with so I could match his two weapons. Demos tried to pounce on him, but was caught and then thrown into the bushes by the man. When he saw me standing, he laughed, "Good, you still have courage, that will be good when we have broken you down and built you up our way."

I growled then, sent fire flying towards him, following it with a strike from my sword. He seemed to grab the fire out of the air, and parried my strike with ease. I remained on the offencive, trying to gain the upper hand, but he seemed to be just toying with me. I finally managed to leave a long cut down his chest, that is when he gets angry. He uses the barbs on his blade to lock, then shatter my blade, I draw my other dagger as he attacks, he then manages to destroy my two daggers, knock me to the ground, Slamming his fists in quick repeated punches on my chest, his reaction to my injuring him violent and brutal, and after that he began choking me. If it wasn't for the timely intervention of the rangers I was going to meet, and Demos, I would be in the dungeons of Barad-Dur."

I stroked the side of Brego sadly, as Eowyn looks upon my face, dumbfounded. I look into Brego's eyes, and I tell her, "Set this horse free, he has already seen to much of war."

After I had finished up in the stables, I walked over to where Elladan was with his horse, pulled a struggling Demos up onto my lap on the horse, and we ride out in the front of the exodus of people leaving Edoras. For it was a long journey, and there are many leagues to go. Forty leagues and more it is, as a bird flies, and I can see quite a few Crebian, from Edoras to the fords of the Isen, where most of the force from Edoras was going to head after we dropped the townspeople of Edoras off at Helm's Deep, where we hoped to find the king's men that held back the hosts of Saruman. I could only hope that our coming would not prove to be in vain, long has Wormtongue's influence been on the kings mind, and even though it was but a short time, the king was possessed by another, which will leave damages upon him, and allow my brother to gain some insight in how the king will proceed with his plans. If I were him, I would send a vast host to wipe out the people of Rohan as soon as the part of myself that had possessed the king returned to me, to stop the gathering of a mighty army.

"Arindil you are unusually silent, what bothers you?" Elladan said from behind me, his arms around me as we ride.

"I fear Elladan, that our forced might not find the time to gather and march to stop the growing forces of Isengard. Our Enemies seem to keep growing, while our allies keep getting smaller. I fear that we have already lost this war."

"Do not say that Arindil, yes there is great darkness, but the light of hope still burns, and it fights back the darkness closing in around us, and as long as that light lives we shall fight to protect it. Do not despair Arindil, I love you, use that feeling to keep your fear at bay."

I turn my head to the side, and the two of ours lips meet in a passionate embrace, when we break apart I feel almost lighter, and my mind clearer. I saw the path out in front of me, and I was going to fight to stay on it.

Whew, that chapter took me most of the week to write, I had writers block something terrible, and I couldn't focus on my work, but it is finally here. I will see all of you next time, with the Wolves of Isengard.