Sira: Yes I know he isn't and I'm mad on myself, but right now he was poisoned. I had to chose him =/ But I'll make it up to him, I hope it'll be in a right way ^^'' Here it actually talks about that =3

Poof! Chapter 14 is here

As Faramir looked around, he ignored the pounding in his head and weird taste in his mouth as he saw four figures. One was sitting on the ground, the second had his eyes on the Steward and the other two were talking. He couldn't make them out due to his headache and blurriness.

"What… what's happening?" he managed to ask and brought the other three's attention on himself.

"A bit complicated… How are you feeling?" the second one asked. The Ranger recognized his voice and said: "Better, my Lord."

"Good to hear," Aragorn nodded before turning to the first male. "What about you?"

"Oh fine. Still a bit cold if I'm honest," he smiled. That was Eomer, no mistaking it.

The Gondorian gave the Rohirrim a helping hand and when they both stood, the Prince wanted to get up as well.

He managed to get into a sitting position before the world started spinning. He put a hand in his head to try and make it stop. And it helped a bit, enough for him to see clearly now. There, behind Elessar, stood Hagen and Han, both with a look of relief.

"We are glad to see you are well again," the Chief bowed slightly, with Han following suit.

"Thank you, for what you did," Aragorn bowed back, showing his gratitude.

"You should thank Dona…" Han looked at the side.

"Dona?" all three down world dwellers asked in shock.

The small man nodded before saying: "When he came to, after you knocked him out, the first thing he said was to give the flower to you. He told me where it was and that I needed to hurry. So, I came as fast as I could…"

"If it wasn't for him, we wouldn't even need the antidote," Eomer mumbled.

"Let's just go…" Faramir put his feet on the ground and shakily stood up, yet kept a hold on the best's edge.

"Faramir, you should be resting!" Elessar moved to force him back, but the Steward called: "No! I can't stand it anymore! Being this weak! I can't sit here, while you two are in danger!"

This surprised his two companions. They have hardly ever seen the Prince shout, yell or this angered at all. He was always the calm and collect one.

"Alright," Strider gave a nod. "If you are feeling well enough, then we will respect your decision."

There was a silence as the Ranger looked at the ground before closing his eyes in shame. Elessar wanted to say something, but decided against it. He just walked up to his friend and put a hand on his shoulder.

"We know you would do the same, if it was either of us," he lowered his head so he could look him in the eyes. "Do not think so little of yourself my friend. We wanted you to rest, so you will be back to full strength for the battle to come. No one thinks you are weak."

Faramir opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but he was silent. He just gave a nod and took a deep breath.

"Apologies for my ill-tempered behavior. It will not happen again."

"You should do it every now and then," this time Eomer spoke as he looked at the two.

"When you say what's on your mind like that, it makes you more at ease doesn't it?" he raised an eyebrow as the Steward nodded.

"See? Getting mad every now and then is good for you."

"Is that why you always seem angry?" Aragorn interjected.

"Oh ha-ha," the other King rolled his eyes.

The other laughed as the mood seemed to lighten up.

"What will you do now?" Han asked when everyone sat around the warm furnace, drinking tea.

"We'll be going after the e… what did you call them again?" Eomer looked at Hagen.

"Ngami," the two leaders answered.

"That is a most dangerous task… But after everything you went through, I doubt that would stop you," the Sango male chuckled.

"Indeed. We plan to leave as soon as we are all ready," Strider took a sip.

"I will prepare you some food, water and garments for the road. As well as find someone who will lead you to them."

"You know where they are?" Faramir blinked a few times.

Suddenly, there was an uneasy silence as Hagen hung his head. It was about time they found out…

"Yes, for it was us that decided that spot for them," the Chief inhaled.

Two pairs of confused eyes looked at him, while Han seemed panicked and said something in their language.

When the leader shook his head, the smaller one nodded and calmed down.

"You see… The Sango tribe has had dealings with the Ngami for a long time. When first they came, they took many people; women, children even men. Our guardian gave itself up to save us, yet it did not completely stop the attacks. After 5 years, they returned. So, we decided to put an end to that… or at least try," his gaze was glued to the liquid in his cup.

Eomer and Faramir listened closely to what he had to say, but Aragorn already knew. He was told this when Eomer returned from the second trial.

"When we saw they would not leave, we stroke a bargain. They would not attack our village in exchange…" his voice was shaky and his hands trembled. He closed his eyes, trying not to show how much it pained him for what happened.

"In exchange that we brought three members of our tribe to them… It did not matter who they were, as long as they were brought to the arranged place…" he took a deep breath, tears rolling down his face. "And it was I who agreed upon those terms…" he covered his face with his hand.

"But… I… I could not do it anymore… I could not keep sacrificing my people… So… whenever the down world dwellers would… come close to out village… we would…" he couldn't continue any longer. Sobs and cries filled the tent, as the Chief bent over, both hands covering his face.

There was a silence, a heavy one, as the Steward and King absorbed the information. Aragorn kept his eyes on Eomer, for any hostile reaction. They were his men, which never returned and now he knew why. He had every reason to be at rage.

But instead he exhaled and said: "So… they're alive… for now anyway," he looked at the tent ceiling, a smile on his face.

"It just gives us all the more reason to hurry up and find these Nagihi," he looked back down.

"Ngami," three corrected him. "Right," he laughed and added: "If I was in your shoes, I would have done the same myself. Anything to protect my people."

Elessar nodded in agreement as Faramir asked: "Who was your guardian?"

"The Great White Tree," Han said. Hagen was still not well and the smaller one made him lay down.

"The one in the glacier?"

"Yes. Now, let me get you what you need."

Han had given them all enough food and water to last two weeks in the mountains as well as plenty of warm clothing. All they needed now was a guide.

"I am sorry, but I know of no one that could take you there."

"Are you sure we wouldn't be able to just find it?" Eomer asked as he and his comrades took their packs.

"No, there is no other way to find it than with a guide. There are very few who know the way, and the only one I know is Chief Hagen."

"I know the way," a new voice injected, yet they all knew it.

Four heads turned to the entrance to the tent, where they saw a single man, dressed in nothing more than pants, with a bandage over his nose.

"Dona?" they all asked in unison as he smirked.

"Me. Now are you ready to go?" he seemed to ignore the expressions on their faces.

"And why would we trust you? Last I remember, you wanted us dead," the Rohirrim frowned.

"I still do. But the harvest is drawing near, so this will work in all our favors."

"You plan on giving us to the Ngami as payment so your people will be safe and at the same time, you would be getting rid of us," Faramir stated.

"You really are the smart one. Now come on, we don't have all day," he left without another word.

"Can we really trust him?" Aragorn asked and looked after the Sango male.

"We don't have much of a choice. Besides, he needs to bring us to the arranged place in order for them to take us. I doubt he would lie," the Steward glanced at his friends.

"You are the one who can read heats," Eomer shrugged.

Well, they'll be off :P