That evening I stood with Melriel, and she with Gaenry. We were so good at eavesdropping! “They had no warning.” Eowyn spoke. “They where un armed. Now the wildmen are moving through the Westfold, burning as they go. Every rick, cot , and tree.”
Gandalf voiced his opinion. “This is but a taste of the terror that Saruman will unleash. All the more potent for he is driven mad by the fear of Sauron. Ride out and meet him head on. Draw him away from your women and children. You must fight.”
“You have two-thousand good men riding north as we speak.” Aragorn had a good sense of strategy. “Eomer is loyal to you. His men will return to fight for their king.”
Theoden paced around the room. “They will be three-hundred leagues from here by now. Eomer cannot help us. I know what it is that you want of me. I will not bring further death to my people. I will not risk open war.”
Aragorn knew his way was right, he quickly replied, “Open war is upon you, wether you would risk it or not.”
“When last I looked, Theoden, not Aragorn was King of Rohan!” Theodred angrily answered.
Gandalf interrupted. “Then what is the kings decision?” Everything went quiet. I had heard enough, I left.
I walked into Lomelindi’s room. She was sitting up on her bed. “I feel much better, almost well enough to fight! Give me a few days.” She twisted her covers.
“We don’t have a few days.” I sighed out.
Melriel ran through the door. “We are leaving for Helm’s Deep! It is an ancient fortress that Rohan flees to when they are in danger.” Lomelindi and I exchanged confused faces. “We leave tomorrow morning.”
It grew dark outside my window. I was sleeping in Theodred’s room because I refused to let anyone else. I decided to go to his tomb, one last time. I grabbed a torch and the long dirt path seemed to get longer with every step, my heart grew heavy. I picked a small white flower, it reminded me of what Lady Galadriel had said. I picked a few more. “You miss him?” I slightly jumped and glanced to the right, King Theoden.
“You have no idea my lord.” I kneeled and laid the flowers in front if the door to the tomb.
“You loved him?” I wondered if he was trying to kill me.
“I know you do not fancy me very much but I do have a heart, a soul, and feelings. I am a mortal now, I gave my heart to him when he died.” I looked at him and he had a look of confusion. “He loved me, and I him. Is that what you want to know?”
“Come now, you must go.” Theoden extended his arm, like Theodred had done. I ran past him to the stables. There I found Brego, Theodred’s horse.
“Do you miss him?” Brego stomped his feet, he longed to roam the plains again. “You miss him as much as I do, don’t you?” Brego looked me in the eyes, I could tell he was hurt. “Brego, what are we going to do?” I climbed into his stall and sat on the ground. He fell to the ground and lay next to me. I gently brushed his main with my fingers. “We can get through this.” I looked up and saw Legolas. He motioned for all the servants in the stables to leave, they did.
“I saw you at his tomb.” He climbed into the stall and sat next to me. “Let him go, don’t dwell on the dead.” He forced out a smile.
“I can’t, no matter how hard I try.” Everything was silent.
“Maybe its good we’re leaving. Maybe you will forget.”
“Legolas, I have seen so much death. Melriel and I have been both severely wounded and Lomelindi was near death.”
“You were hurt? When?”
“I’m fine.” I held my shoulder.
“Let me finish!” He moved into a more comfortable position. “You leave for months and then all of a sudden show up. It just so happens, that we are here too.”
“You have changed.” He looked frightened and stood. “You are not my sister.”
“I haven’t changed!” I laughed as I stood. “What are you talking about?”
“I want my baby sister back.” A tear rolled down his cheek.
“What are you talking about?” I reached for his shoulder, he pushed me away.
“Don’t touch me!” Brego stood and whinnied. Legolas moved farther away.
“He did something to you. You are not my sister. Theodred did something.” He walked away.
“Legolas! I loved him! You of all people should know what it is like!” I screamed, he gave no reply. That night I slept in the stables to gather my thoughts. I dreamed of horses running across the open plains, the sun shining, and not a cloud in sight. That morning, Aragorn woke me up. He was like a brother to me, I loved him in that way. I had grown up visiting him and Arwen in Rivendell. My mother believed that we had to keep relations with the other elves, father went and agreed. We traveled back and forth to Rivendell and Lothlorien. The younger elves were in Rivendell, I preferred it over Lorien. Lady Galadriel played with me in Lorien, along with Lomelindi and Melriel.
“Lathrawen, did you sleep out here?” He climbed over the stall and shook me. Brego was standing and looked at me.
“No.” I moaned, half asleep. Aragorn tilted his head in disbelief. “Yes.”
“Come on, let’s go get you packed.” He carried me up to my room as I slept in his arms. He sat me on the bed. “What are you going to take?”
“Everything.” I rubbed my eyes and stood, trying to gather up my things.
“You cannot take everything Lathrawen. What did you bring with you?”
“That bag.” I pointed to my bag and picked it up off the ground. “My clothes.” Aragorn pulled my clothes out of their drawers and stuffed them in the bag.
“Um, no. that was it.” He searched the room to make sure. I gasped “My ring and tiara!” I lifted them off the bedside table and stood by the door. “Aragorn.”
“Yes?” He sounded tired and annoyed.
“I think I’m forgetting some thing.” I quickly glanced across the room. I saw nothing left behind, but felt I was forgetting something important.
“Well, what?” Aragorn did the same.
“I don’t know!”
“Well, let’s see.” He walked around the room to the other side of the bed. “Ah ha!” He bent to the ground and popped back up, holding my sword. “Your sword!” I grabbed it and we ran to our horses. “You know something Lathrawen?”
“What?” I said as we rode through the gateway to Edoras.
“I don’t think you have changed at all.” Aragorn gave me a smile and galloped ahead to King Theoden and Gandalf. How did he know about that? It didn’t matter anymore.
Legolas was a scout on this long journey to Helm’s Deep. At one point in time, he ran ahead and you heard growling. Aragorn ran over the hill to him, out of sight. After a little while, he ran back yelling “Wargs! Wargs are coming!” Legolas didn’t want Lomelindi around any fighting. Aragorn told Melriel and me to go with her. Melriel hugged Gaenry before he left. Eowyn lead us all to Helm’s Deep, there we waited for the men to return. I glanced out the window and saw silver clouds, I knew everything would be alright.