Wow…okay…sorry? Really, this was ridiculous the amount of time it took me to write more of this. But this and one or two more chapters should be all there is. So Hopefully after writing this one, I'll be on such a kick that I'll finish it! Omg? Finish something? Me? Thanks to those of you who reviewed, even though I haven't updated in over a year…again sorry about that…but there are many things I do not like about this story now…but I'll leave this version be for the time being. Re-write it later. Also sorry if it's not up-to-par, I haven't read or written anything LotRs in the last little while. Alright here you go, Chapter 13! (shock gasp)

Also WARNING: This chapter has some mild Non-consensual sexual themes to it.

"Leave them here," Eomer's voice commanded.

Several heavy set men, all but dropped the five chests of gold in the place agreed upon. A message had been sent back with the same man who delivered it, saying that they would comply.

Eomer's eyes scanned the dark forest before them. How far were they in? How many would come for the gold? Could they perhaps risk following them? No it would be too risky, if one got word back to their camp then it all might be over.

He sighed and turned away from the sight. The helpless feeling of doing nothing was eating him alive. They had his sister after all! No, not just they…Him…that horrid man…if a man he could be called.

"My King," A solider addressed him, pulling him out of his thoughts. He turned to regard the man. "Shall we leave one or two men here to be assured the gold is received?"

Eomer thought for a moment, this was far too personally to be left to his men. He had enough trouble convincing Lord Aragorn to stay behind. For the other horse missing had been none other then his own wife's.

"Leave to men to accompany me. I will still to see this through." He said.

The man looked unsure as he spoke next. "My Lord are you sure? There is no guarantee of safety…" Eomer looked at his sharply, cutting off his words.

"Have you forgotten who I was before I was crowned King?" Anger laced his voice, and the solider bowed respectively.

"No, of course not my Lord Eomer. My apologies." He then bowed again, and went to gather the men who were to leave.

Eomer turned back to the forest ahead. Eowyn…

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Was the night always this silent? Was it always this long? She dared not let sleep take her. She feared what she may awaken to if she did. She pulled the crude blanket, which had been thrown at them some hours before, closer to herself. The chill of the night was not being kind to her weary body.

As she shifted her hand brushed the soft fabric of Arwen's gown. Her eyes trailed over to the sleeping woman beside her. She slept so calmly in this perilous place, or perhaps it is exhaustion that makes her sleep so? Either way she slept on, now laying across the ground, her feet by Eowyn's side.

Turning away, Eowyn, for the fiftieth time, scanned the sleeping men before them. Most were ragged and dirty. Thieves for sure, dead men, if Eomer ever found them.

A movement from the corner of her eye, told he that one of them attempting to sneak up on them. She turned her head towards the approaching man, causing him to pause in his tracks for a moment.

"Can't be sneakin'up on a pretty thin' like you," his odor was evident even from the seven feet distance between them.

She said nothing, but watched her he inched even closer still. Now standing right in front of them. She looked up at him, staring him down. He did not think to intimate her did he? He would be sorely disappointed if that was his goal.

The man said nothing else however, but bent down so he was crouching right at the edge of her foot. "Really are such a pretty thin'" his coarse voice had gone husky, and she flinched slightly when she felt his hand on her foot, right below the hem of her dress.

But she would not give him the satisfaction. "Remove your hand, or I will remove it for you." She said threateningly. Although what could she really do? Bound and held captive?

The man's face went sour at that statement. His other hand rose and for moment she saw lights. The pain on the side of her face what clued her into what had just occurred. The man then grabbed her by the chin, and forced her face towards his. She could feel his body shaking, and smell the putrid-ness of his breath.

Her scream of protest was muffled by the hard and demanding mouth closing over her own. His tongue forcing it's way through her surprised lips. His hand that had rested on her foot, now ascended up her cave, towards her thigh.

She tried to wiggle out of his grasp, but her bound feet and hands, plus the weight of him made that near impossible. She felt tears begin to moisten her eyes, but she blinked them away. She would not cry! But neither would she give in. She tried moving, but it was to no avail. She tried prying her mouth away from his, but he held her firm. She tried closing her legs off to him, but his hand was too strong for her weakened state.

She felt movement beside her, and realized with horror that Arwen had awakened. With her left eye she looked over only to see other man holding her from behind, his hand covering her mouth to drown out the screams she would've sent out.

White hot anger filled her, and Eowyn thrashed around even more. But this seemed to do nothing but caused he assailant to become more excited. The hand that had been creeping up her thigh had finally found it's mark, and Eowyn bit down hard on the man's tongue.

The man screamed into her mouth, and she tasted blood. She did not let go however until the man forcibly pushed away from her and stumbled onto the ground, clutching his bleeding mouth.

Then almost out of nowhere a flash of steel danced before their eyes, and the man who had accosted her, fell backwards clutching the bloody stump that was his hand, now laying a few feet from the rest of him. His screams caused life to stir in the rest of the camp.

Above him, stood Grima Wormtongue, a bloody dagger held in his right hand. "I believe I said NOT to touch them…did I not, Alwryr?" His eyes seeming dark and dangerous. And suddenly Eowyn was struck with how he must have survived all this time. The man had obviously grown a backbone, since his service with Saruman ended.

Wormtongue turned towards the man still clutching Arwen, and the man quickly released her and backed away, hands raised, hesitantly, in defeat.

The man on the ground, Alwryr, glared with such hatred at Grima that it was surprising the man did not burst into flames.

The dark man known as Wormtongue then walked over to where Eowyn lay, still trying to catch her breath. "Are you alright, Lady?" he asked.

The Fair haired woman almost felt insulted with the way in which this question was asked. As if the man actually cared how she was fairing! She knew he had had an unhealthy obsession with her while in residence in Edoras. But to have actually cared for her well being? She doubted that.

Whiping her mouth with her arms, she turned away from him, and crawled over to where Arwen was. "Arwen, are you alright?"

But the dark elf seemed unable of speech. Then after a moment where her face paled and Eowyn was about to ask again, she turned to her side and retched.

Eowyn was at her side in a heartbeat. She grabbed the woman's dark locks and held them away, though it was with some difficulty, seeing as her hands were bound still.

"Arwen…" she spoke quietly, holding the woman as the spasms coursed through her.

"It's alright…" she said between breaths. "It will pass…" she choked out a sob, "in a moment…"

Eowyn was baffled, surely the Lady's stomach was not so weak as to respond so to a severed hand? She was after all a warrior, like herself.

A few moments later, she seemed to have calmed enough to sit back. Whiping her mouth with the back of her hand she sighed and leaned back against Eowyn. "Thank you." There was no need for a response.

Then, before them, was a bowl of almost clean looking water. "Here," the voice of Grima offered. Both pairs of eyes looked from the bowl of water to the one offering it. "It is not poisoned." He spoke, and took a sip of it himself to prove it.

"I simply thought you would be in wanting of some water after that." He said, holding the bowl out to them once again.

Glancing a couple more times, Arwen reached for the offered bowl and drank her fill. Eowyn drank a little, but was more concerned about Arwen. "You said before, that it would pass in a moment…." She hesitated, "Is this something that happens often?"

Arwen smiled a little, and looked back at her. "Do not worry yourself. I shall be fine." She said and then turned away again. "Honestly…I was more concerned about you…"

Eowyn stiffened at this remaindered. It was not that she had forgotten what had transpired but moments ago…but merely she chose to occupy her mind with other things. She sighed and spoke, "I have the strength to endure many things, Lady." Her voice closed off, almost formal.

Glancing over at the men still near them, Eowyn saw a man return, no doubt a messenger and pull Wormtongue aside. After a moment and man was sent off and the dark man returned to their side.

"Well, it's seems that the King is a smart one." He was looking only at Eowyn. "He is waiting with the gold and two Rohirrim at the edge of the forest, just like we requested." He smirked. This was happy news to him.

"Yes, you'll get your gold." She spat at him. For a band of thieves there was little else that mattered.

Wormtongue nodded, but still looked at her. "Yes…but we will need some insurance…You'll be coming with us."

Eowyn's eyes widened. Her? But what about...

"She'll be staying here…insurance, on both ends you might say." Another smirk made its way onto his face. "Not to worry though, she will be under my most trusted man's care. He'll see to it, that no man here lays a finger on her without loosing it first."

It sounded convincing enough…but still her eyes fell upon him with distrust. "Forgive my lack of trusti-" Her voice was muffled by a gag being forced into her mouth.

"Forgive the arrangements, but we can't have you giving out crucial information to your brother." She struggled for a moment, but gave up the fruitless attempt. It would be best simply to play this out for now.

She watched as a less rough looking man gave a nod to Wormtongue and then went over to Arwen and led her away and out of site. As she went however, she heard the woman's voice mumble something like, "I can walk myself," before they disappeared.

Eowyn was pushed in a different direction followed by several men. Wormtongue however walked in front of them all. Leading the way down the mountain edge and into the forest.

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Dawn was coming. The morning birds were starting to sing and welcome the new day. Eomer was getting impatient. How long must they wait? How far in were these people? His frustration was growing by the minute. His senses were aware of everything, once or twice he almost scared a small rabbit to death, who had made the mistake of rustling the bushes near the edge.

His waiting was finally paid off however, a stern dirty looking man appeared out of the forest. He looked about, taking in the three men standing there, and the 5 chest of hold, laying open for them to see. Seeming satisfied he raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

The next to appear were four other men, who moved forward and set to grabbing two of the chests. Eomer's 'guards' made a movement to stop them, however Eomer put his hand out to still them.

"We were told Grima Wormtongue is your leader." He spoke to the unfazed men. "I will have him come forth." His voice was commanding, that which demanded respect.

The next moment, the man in question did walk out of the forest. As well as a few more men, who set to grabbing the remainder of the gold. "I am here, Eomer, Horse Master." He spoke with a mocking tone. Coming to a halt not too far from the safety of the trees behind him.

"That is King Eomer, now." He said, raising his chin and staring at the man with cold eyes.

Wormtongue gave a mocking half-bow. "My apologies, My Lord, I have been away for sometime, as you remember I'm sure." He stood straight again, his eyes never breaking contact.

"Away conspiring with dark wizards, high above in their tower." His voice laced with hatred.

Wormtongues features shifted, and a frown found its way onto his face. He stood straighter still, seeming to almost draw back. "Such ties have been severed." He spoke, his voice cracking slightly.

Eomer did not smile, although in his mind a small smirk of satisfaction played across his face. "Why of course. The last I heard, your Lord had been slain and you along with him. And yet how strange that we should find you hear, of all places."

There was a silence that lasted a few moments after this was said. Then Wormtongue sighed and small smile formed on his lips. "Here we are, chatting about what is done, when you know well, that I have something that belongs to you."

Eomer sobered immediately. "Is she here?" He asked, his eyes moving the forest.

Wormtongue smiled wider now. "Oh yes," But he made no movement to prove it.

"I want to see her!" Eomer demanded.

Wormtongue nodded. "I figured as much," the dark man turned and gave a whistle, then turned back, his eyes glowing.

A moment later, Eowyn came stumbling through the bushes and tress and into full view. Behind her was a rough looking man who kept hold of her shoulder.

Eomer's relief was quickly replaced with worry. She looked a mess. Her hair disheveled, her dress dirty and torn. A cloth gag was in her mouth, which prevented her from speaking. And beside that, on her left cheek, a very nasty looking bruise was forming.

Eomer was instantly angry. "You liar! You said n harm would come to her!" He gestured wildly to her face.

Wormtongue glanced at the forming bruise before turning back to Eomer and shrugging. "Alas, accidents do happen. I did say I could not watch them all the time."

Accidents? To trip over a branch would be an accident…this was no "accident"

Eomer silently fumed as he studied his sisters' disheveled form in front of him.

The memory of Aragorn's face and his pleading words stopped him from saying what he was to next. Instead he spoke on his behave, even if they could not rescue her now they needed to know if Queen Arwen was captured as well.

"Eowyn," He said quickly, "Has the Lady Arwen been captured as well?"

He missed the signal Wormtongue gave the man holding onto Eowyn; instead he focused on her eyes and face, even as she was dragged away. There! Just as she was pulled out of view, a nod…indiscreet enough so that it would not be noticed by others.

He sighed, and made it look as though he did not receive his answer. His eyes fell back on the dark form of Grima Wormtongue.

"You said you would release her."

The weary man gave a small smile and nod. "All in good time, My Lord Eomer. All in good time."

With that he signaled to the rest of his men and turned away, back into the depths of the forest.

Eomer and his two men stood still on the edge for a few moments; long enough to be sure they were in a ways. He turned to the two awaited soldiers. "Go, follow them discreetly, if you are seen by any, kill them. Try to find the location of their camp. If it is seeming too dangerous for Lady Eowyn, leave." He paused looking them over. "Understood?"

Both men nodded and spoke, "Aye My Lord,"

With that, Eomer inclined his head towards the forest, and both men took off into it.

Running to his horse, Eomer mounted and rode swiftly back to Edoras. He had to inform Lord Aragorn. They had the Lady Arwen as well.

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The ground was uncomfortable. But she was happy for the break. They were taking a leisurely pace back to the camp, now burdened with five heavy chests of gold.

The men were scattered around, some napping, some keeping watch over the gold, some chatting with one another. No one, save Grima Wormtongue was paying much attention to her. She would've been glad of it, but his eyes were every piercing, as they always had been. It unnerved her.

Finally as he chewed on some berries found in the bush, his eyes still trained on her, she snapped.

"Must you continue to stare? I don't appreciate having the likes of you analyzing my every move." Her light blue/grey eyes locking onto his bright blue ones.

He smirked and ate a few more berries, before throwing it aside and clamoring closer to her. She resisted the urge to back away, not that she could have gotten far the way she was bound.

"It interests me, My Lady." He said slowly. "That Elvish woman we have back at the camp." He paused, taking in her narrowed eyes at the woman's mention from his lips. "How is it, that one such as yourself, come to have such a close relationship with such a beauty?"

"Tis none of your business worm!" She spat back at him. What was it to him?

"Tsk Tsk," he said, moving so close she could feel the warmth of his body. He then leaned in so he could whisper in her ear. "Is that anyway to talk to your rescuer?"

She shuddered. She was quite content with forgetting that the incident ever happened. But it seemed fate was not allowing her to forget. "What exactly to do you want?" she asked, although she was fairly certain what.

She felt him smile against her ear, then move his lips to her neck and plant a soft kiss there. "I believe a proper "thank you" is still in order," his voice a little deeper than before. He pulled away from her neck and moved so he was facing her.

Eowyn swallowed. "If I agree…" she paused, gathering her thoughts. "If I give in…will you promise to release her?" She looked into his face, so very close to her own.

"You seem much more concerned about the Elf's release than your own. Why would that be?" His voice was a mocking tone, as though he knew exactly why she would say such a thing.

She could feel his breath on her lips now. It was better than the now handless man from before at least. "Will you release her?" she asked again. She would do what she must.

He pulled back slightly with a small 'hmmm'. He raised his hand and brought it across her head, brushing her hair with his fingers. He leaned in again, his lips brushing hers as he spoke. "If I promise to let her go, you will give yourself to me?" he asked.

Eowyn took a shuddering breath. "Yes." She spoke. Then just as she thought he would close in for his prize; he made a scoffing sound and stood, standing directly above her.

She blinked, shocked by his actions and looked up at him.

An almost insane sounding laughter escaped his lips and he raised his hand to his eyes and sighed. He then let the hand fall back to his side and looked at her, shaking his head.

"The Shieldmaiden of Rohan…in love?" another bout of laughter escaped his lips. He then sighed and shook his head as if to clear it.

"I will take no pleasure from you My Lady." He paused regarding her some more. "Nor did I ever want to. Un-consensually that is."

A frown came across her face. She was so sure she knew what he wanted. The lust was evident; she had always seen it there, burning for her. What was this then? He couldn't possibly mean that he harbored actual feelings for her, could he?

"When we return, I will tell the men to release you both." He sounded almost bored, and looked around at the thieves scattered around them. "I have no use for a love-sick girl and a p-"

She opened her mouth to ask him to finish but was cut off by the yell of several men to her left. Both their heads turned towards the commotion. One thief laid dead, an arrow in his gut. There were more shouts and the men scattered and grabbed their weapons as more arrows shot out through the forest.

Eowyn felt herself grabbed and then her bindings cut. She looked up to see Wormtongue, holding a dagger, looking around wildly. "Quickly now, hide an-" but his voice choked, his eyes widened. His grip on her shoulders had spasmed and now gripped even tighter.

A small trickle of blood pooled at his lips, and he mouthed something she could not understand. She then managed to back away as his grip loosened and he fell forwards onto the ground, an arrow embedded into his back.

No…no… Another arrow flew by, a little too close for comfort. Eowyn jumped away from the body of Grima Wormtongue and behind a rock, away from the fighting. She was unarmed, and was pretty sure the ones attacking were Rohirrim. Those idiots!

As she waited, the thought that she should've grabbed Grima's dagger crossed her mind, or that she should take off into the forest. But no…they still had Arwen…

She hesitated when it became quiet…she should escape…she knew where their camp was…

As it was it seemed she didn't have to. She listened to the surviving men, arguing over what to do with the bodies of their attackers, and also their own dead. She was appalled when they decided to leave them all.

She briefly heard them discuss her whereabouts, but when they fund her cut bindings, they decided that she must've escaped during all the ruckus.

When they finally walked off, she made her move. Still being cautious, she went over to the fallen Grima Wormtongue. She would need his dagger. As gently as she could, she turned him over onto his back. His eyes were still wide with the shock. Sighing she reached out and closed his eyelids with her hand. Grabbing the dagger from his hand and the sheath from his belt, she secured both onto her.

She briefly considered burying him. But no, there was no time for such things. Arranging him a bit more respectfully, she walked over to the two fallen Rohirrim. She did the same with them, she would return here, or send some men, once Arwen was safe.

Standing she looked out in the direction she had to go in. It would be easier alone; there was no way she was returning to Edoras without her.

Pulling her hair back out of her face, she tied it with a piece of leather taken from one of the fallen men. Failure was not an option. And so, she set out amongst the trees.

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"Your men have been too long, they must have been slain." Aragorn's voice argued.

Eomer shook his head. "There is no evidence of that, we should not act rashly."

"I cannot sit still any longer!" He announced. He turned back to his companion. "Please Eomer…she is with child."

K so there's chapter 13! Yay! A new chapter! Finally you say! So I'm actually into this again, mostly cause I just want to end it. So lets hope I can write more soon. Review Review!