It had been several days since the five left for Rohan. As they approached, the laughing and chatting grew silent. The sight in front of them was too much to bear. There was fire burning everywhere. The huts had been slashed and the castle was in ruins. Bright orange flames devastated the countryside and burned everything in view, with the exception of one thing. The king, Eomer, had been beheaded. His head, sloppily cut and covered in blood, was stuck onto a stick which stood in the hill where the palace once lay. Legolas, having known the king, was so shocked. His eyes grew wide and his jaw dropped, his ocean-blue eyes brimming with tears. This man, this king, was so strong. He fought so hard to protect his uncle Theoden and his sister Eowyn.
Beyond the devastation, Legolas saw a small hut. He ran to it, not knowing what to expect. When he kicked open the door, Eowyn was standing there facing him, a sword in her hand. She was ready to strike, but when she saw his face, she lowered her sword.
"Legolas," she said in a breathless voice. "I'm so glad that its you and not those awful nazgul. Legolas, I'm so scared!" She ran forward and hugged him, crying into his shoulder.
"I need the box. YOUR box. It holds something… something I need to save those who have been taken by the nazgul," he said anxiously. She was confused, but agreed. Legolas took the box and thanked Eowyn.
"Would you like to join us? We can avenge the death of your brother," he said. She agreed, and the duo headed back to where Tauriel, Will, Joshua, and Forvenial were waiting. When they returned, Eowyn agreed to open the box and reveal its contents. As the pulled out the key, which she had stuffed into her shoe, an unexpected visitor found their camp.
