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Eothain and Eomer

The boys were both in serious trouble.

Eothain slumped over the back of his horse, and the chestnut mare whickered softly and shifted, trying to keep her young master awake. Eomer rode beside him, casting anxious looks at the younger boy every few moments. The youth knew a little about field first aid, but only enough to know he could never get the Orc arrow out of his friend's side without probably making it worse. They had to go back to Edoras if he were going to survive the shot. Eomer knew he would one day be Third Marshall of the Mark like his father had been before his death, and as a commander, a captain of men, even a future captain, his job was to keep his men alive. Which meant he had to get Eothain somewhere safe to be treated.

"We have to keep looking," Eothain mumbled against his mount's silky neck. He knew Deorwyn was close by, they were near the borders of Fangorn, where Deorwang had stood, and the boy could feel his sister calling out to him. He could taste it, and he knew she was in some kind of danger, that she had to be found and taken care of. "She's nearby, I can feel it, Eomer…."

Eomer bit his lip, but shook his head. They had to go back.

"Eothain-" He began, when a bloodcurdling cry raged from behind them. Turning, both boys saw the band of orcs that had chased them halfway across the Plains and shot Eothain with their poisoned arrow. They were galloping towards them on Wargs! "Orcs!"

"Ride, Eomer!" The younger boy sat up straighter, wrapping the reins tightly around his fists. With a cry of "Ride!" Amberfire and Deorwyn took off at a gallop, careful to keep their young masters seated but racing desperately to outrun the orcs. The Westfold Hall rose up before the boys, and Eomer yelled out, "Hai! Orcs are coming! Orcs are coming!"

The watchers on the walls started in shock, and suddenly everything was happening at once… including Amberfire the golden stallion and Deorwyn the chestnut mare being shot out from under the boys by Orc arrows.

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