Lothiriel couldn't help but smile as they rode with great speed. She pulled her hair out of its ponytail so that it could fly freely in the wind. She rode side by side with Eomer, being the only one to enjoy the long rides. They had been riding for weeks and the Riders have grown quite fond of her. She had begun interesting them with tales of Assassins and Faedra like her mother and father once did. She had become a big help in fighting and medicine, as she was Tara's right hand medic for some time.

When they finally came to a halt, her hair was very badly windblown. It had become very frizzy and the part that framed her face was pushed back, but stood up a bit like an afro. The rest of her hair was tangled and flowed down her back. She wondered why they had stopped until she noticed three figures exit the forest. They rode on the back of horses with their faces hooded and cloaked.

She knew they weren't assassins as assassins held a certain stance when they rode horseback. They're shoulders were slumped in a relaxed position and they didn't seem at all alert of their surroundings, unlike an assassin who would sit tall, chest out, shoulders back, always aware that danger could pop out any second. The three figures had stopped their horses, talking to one another.

"They're not assassins," Lothiriel told him.

Eomer's eyebrows knit together, "How can you tell?"

"Assassins hold themselves a certain way on horses," Lothiriel explained, "They are always sitting up straight and are always prepared for danger. These riders look relaxed and aren't even worried they're being followed. An assassin usually always thinks they're being followed."

Eomer nodded his head before saying, "Assassin or not, they could still be a danger to us."

They rode straight for the strangers, not being the slightest bit discreet. They circled them, pointing their spears. Eomer pushed to the front so that he may speak face to face with them.

"Who are you?" Eomer ordered, "And what business do you have for trespassing on Rohan territory?"

When one of the voices spoke it sounded oddly familiar to Lothiriel. She inspected the horses, but they looked like the horses that a commoner would have. She caught sight of a sword in the one speaking's cloak and realization hit her.

"Elphir?!" Lothiriel basically shouted, "Erchirion?! Amrothos?!"

The three figures unhooded themselves and held out their arms.

"Lothiriel!" They said in unison, holding out their arms with wide smiles.

Elphir looked the most like his father. His red hair cascaded down to his mid back and the sides above his ears were braided back. His eyes were full of mischief and sorrow at the same time. Erchirion had a few looks like his father except his hair was a deep brown like their mothers and ears were rounded. His eyes resembled the looks of his father, but inside were pools of sadness and tinges of trouble. Amrothos, the baby brother to the boys, like her resembled their mother. He looked more like a man than an elf and had cut his hair to his shoulders. It was usually wavy, but at the moment it looked stringy, probably because of his hair drying wet. He had pulled the front part back to keep it out of his face and he stayed quiet while the older two blabbered away. He had taken the death of their parents the hardest and it took a lot to get him to smile at times.

"You know them?" Eomer asked, confused.

"Sadly, yes," Lothiriel said through gritted teeth, "They're my brothers."

She said that sentence like it was the hardest thing to speak.

"We have been searching for you for…how long has it been?" Elphir asked.

Erchirion shrugged, "Forever it would seem."

"The point is we were worried about you," Elphir spoke, "After we heard about you facing The Watcher we had to find you to be sure you were ok."

"Well I'm fine know," Lothiriel said, "You can leave now. Bye."

She waved at them, but the two brothers smiled.

"Oh no," Erchirion said, "You are not getting rid of us that easily. We're coming with you."

"What?!" Lothiriel screamed, "No! I can take care of myself thank you very much!"

"I'm sorry to say this Lothiriel, but they're right," Amrothos spoke up, "You could have died. You're our little sister, Lothiriel."

"We swore an oath to our parents that we would protect you," Elphir said, "True we have done a very terrible job so far, but know it's time to make up for lost time."

"Basically what he's saying is whether you like it or not, we are coming with you," Erchirion said, his head held high.

Lothiriel breathed in deeply. If Amrothos agreed with them then she knew they were being serious about it. She trusted Amrothos the most out of the three, partially because she could stand him the most. Lothiriel stared at the gleaming eyes of amusement in the two brothers and turned away.

"We continue riding north, correct?" Lothiriel asked Eomer as he nodded his head.

She heard Elphir shout at her turned back, "And you might want to put your hair up. It's looking a bit….um….crazy."

They continued on until nightfall, before setting up camp between two boulders to help shield them from the wind. The boys told tall tales about their past, lightening the mood of the horse riders. Lothiriel couldn't help but roll her eyes at some parts, knowing that the two boys were stretching it a bit. She sat between Eomer and Amrothos as the boys told of the time they rescued her from a goblin tower. Lothiriel rolled her eyes, once again, when they spoke about the part when they slid down the mountain on a giant wooden board like a sled down a snowy mountain.

"Last I checked you were the one screaming like a girl," Lothiriel said.

"Well you were too," Erchirion said.

Lothiriel, Elphir, and Amrothos stared at him for a bit before his face turned to realization.

"Oh wait…" He mumbled, making everyone laugh.

Lothiriel laughed with them before picking herself up to go and tend to Eldra while the boys picked up another story. She fed her a sugar cube, petting her neck. She looked up at the starry sky and found her favorite. It was an elf in the sky, or she liked to think it was an elf, shooting the stars with a bow. She enjoyed imagining that shooting stars were his arrows skyrocketing across the night as he hunted in the sky forever. She breathed in a breath of fresh air, away from the smoky fire. She felt a presence behind her and whipped around to find Eomer standing before her.

"Is this going to become a thing now?" Lothiriel joked.

"A thing?" Eomer asked confused.

"One of us leaves to check on the horses and the other follows," Lothiriel answered, "What's next? Should we kiss?"

Eomer laughed and put out his hand so Eldra could eat a carrot.

"I find it calming to be around horses," Eomer explained, "They have been my best friends since I was born."

Lothiriel smiled and stroked another horse beside Eldra.

"That's one thing we can agree on," Lothiriel spoke, "I use to sneak into the stables when I was little to visit the horses of the elves. I was never allowed around them, because they were huge and bred for war. My parents feared I would get trampled if I were to spook them, because I was a tiny little thing."

Lothiriel chuckled at the memory.

"How many times were you caught?" Eomer asked, trying not to smile.

Lothiriel looked at him, acting offended, "You doubt my stealth?"

"I do not doubt it now," Eomer answered, "Only then."

Lothiriel chuckled and answered, "I was only caught twice by my parents, but many times by Lord Elrond and Amrothos."

"What about your other two brothers?"

"Please, they wouldn't have noticed if I was gone for a week. They were that oblivious when we were young."

Eomer laughed at the statement. He would never admit it, but it was because of her that his men hadn't grown to the point of insanity. Her cheerful nature and kind heart was what kept them together. She was the glue to the Riders of Rohan. He began inspecting her tan features, now noticing all the tiny details, even though it was quite dark, but the full moon gave just enough light. She had very light freckles, almost invisible, that splattered over her nose. A small white jagged scar sat on her forehead just next to her hairline. If she had pulled it back further you would be able to see it clear as day.

He noticed the tip of a scar next to her neck and disappearing under the fabric of her clothes. She had a very nice athletic build and seeing her in action took his breath away sometimes. He had only met her a few weeks ago, but he felt like he knew her. He enjoyed watching her eyes light up as they rode quickly, her brown hair blowing freely behind her. Her eyes, yes, her eyes. They we're probably his favorite physical attribute on her. They were like giant pools of emerald that would sparkle every time she smiled. If he watched close enough he would have sworn that he saw an actually tiny sparkle disappear just as quickly as it had appeared.

"What?" Lothiriel had snapped him out of his daze.

He quickly looked away, his face growing hot. He mumbled a nothing and headed back towards his company. Lothiriel, confused, shook it off and brought her attention back to Eldra. There was a tickle on the nape of her neck and she spun, her dagger in hand. Amrothos stood behind her, his face emotionless.

"What is it with men sneaking up on women?" Lothiriel asked.

"It's not our fault that you get spooked easily," Amrothos chuckled.

Lothiriel smiled at the youngest brother and began walking through the pack of horses, checking each one to be sure they were ok.

"So what brings you here?" Lothiriel asked without turning around, knowing he would follow her.

"Needed a break from the brothers," He spoke as he helped with the horses.

"Where were you?" Lothiriel asked.

"What?"

"When I was injured at Lothlorien you weren't there," Lothiriel said, "Where were you?"

"Elphir got badly injured at Mirkwood and Elena sent me to help," Amrothos explained, "He almost died and we sent out a messenger to find you."

"What happened?"

"An odd creature, like a giant scorpion, had stung him in the Mirkwood forest. Elphir had killed the creature, but when the monster fell, he didn't move fast enough and its stinger had cut his side. I found a way to extract the poison, saving his life, which was around the time we heard about you."

"How did I not know about this?" Lothiriel asked, angered and upset.

"That's one of the reasons why we came to find you on our own," Amrothos explained, "We weren't about to have history repeat itself."

Lothiriel sighed, understanding completely. She just has so much to worry about with Frodo and Sam, the other part of the Fellowship. She understood completely why her brothers would worry about her. They knew that she would take a blade for anyone she deemed innocent, her greatest weakness. It was one of the reasons why she turned down her mother's offer, long ago, to become an assassin. Yes, assassins were good and protected the people of Middle-earth, but they could also be ruthless. Anyone they believe to be guilty, even if they were innocent, they would kill. They have to put all personal feelings aside and just act, something Lothiriel would never be able to do.

"We should get some rest," Lothiriel finally broke the silence between her and her brother, "We have a long ride ahead of us."

"Where are we headed?" Amrothos asked.

"That, my dear brother, is a very good question."