Black Ice and Green Fields

by The Goddess of Elements

When Damien Cross' car slips on a patch of black ice, he crashes into a river and is seemingly killed. But what his sister, Kyra, doesn't know is that he isn't dead. He was transported to Middle-Earth and now lives in Rohan. Kyra commits suicide from the news of his death and is rescued by Aragorn. When they arrive in Rohan years later, the two reunite but don't remember each other

3. Chapter 3: Eomer, Edoras, and Rohan

Damien stirred. Why was he stirring? He was dead, and he knew it. But as he groaned and twisted, he realized that he was not, and that he was indeed alive. Though one question troubled him: how was he able to stir if he was trapped by the seatbelt of his car?

"Relax, my good lad," said an accented voice. "Just relax. You have been through much trouble, my friend. You will heal in time."

"I can't relax, goddammit! I can't be dead. My sister needs me. She'll be so torn up if she finds out I'm dead!" Damien shouted.

"You have a stout heart, young master, but for now you must rest. You have been through a great ordeal, and you need to recover your strength," the voice insisted.

Damien opened his eyes. Above him was a man who looked to be in his late thirties. He had long blonde hair and charming blue eyes. "You know, you could tell me your name," Damien suggested.

"Éomer, my lad," said Éomer. "And who are you? Are you a friend or a foe of Rohan?"

"Damien Cross, pleasure to meet you," Damien said hurriedly, sitting up. "I'm no enemy of Rohan. Unless you're some kind of grotesque creature who fights against man… then no, I'm no enemy of Rohan."

"Greetings, Sir Damien of the Cross," said Éomer. "How come you into Rohan?"

"I got into an accident," Damien explained. "I hit a patch of ice with my car and crashed off the road. But I thought I died…"

"You are most certainly not dead, Damien of the Cross," Éomer chuckled. "Perhaps you would like to meet the king?"

"I have no time to meet any king, though I thought they went out with the 18th Century. I have to get home to my sister!" Damien exclaimed.

"Relax, Damien of the Cross," said Éomer. "If you would not be pleased with meeting the king, you could meet my sister, Eowyn."

"I don't have time to meet anybody!" Damien cried. "I have to find Kyra! I have to get home!"

"Do not be upset, Damien of the Cross," Éomer said. "You will be home to the Cross in no time, most likely. But for now you must remain in Rohan to recover."

"Please, can't I go home sooner?" Damien begged Éomer. "I have no time to sit around here and train ponies, or whatever it is you do."

"We are very noble Horse-Masters who fight for the race of Man in war!" Éomer exclaimed. "We do not sit around and train mere ponies. No, those of the Stable of Edoras are amongst the noblest horses, though perhaps not so noble as Shadowfax, steed of the great wizard Gandalf."

"I don't know any Gandalf," Damien said. "But I suppose I might as well stay. Maybe Kyra will turn up."

"Maybe she will," Éomer agreed. "Now lie down and sleep, my good lad. You have lost much energy. Sleep will assist in regaining it. Dream peacefully, Damien of the Cross. May darkness not haunt your sleep." Éomer bid Damien goodnight and left him to sleep.

Damien knew he was in Rohan. But he had never heard of Rohan before. Where was he?

He only hoped that Kyra was okay.