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Postby Rholarowyn » Mon Jul 16, 2012 7:36 am

(Ryomer POV)

With each word, each sentence, the Rohirrim could see the weight build upon Anoriel's shoulders. It was obvious that he was not able to delve into the depths of his own past without reliving the events he spoke of. Concern...sadness...pain...and probably more were each a part of the mixture the Rohirrim had seen surface in his leader's eyes for that brief moment. Understandably, Anoriel was not free of the very horrors that he was implying Earendil needed to be free of, or at least face. Functional yes, free no.

Nothing was said by either man for some time, but it was Ryomer who finally broke the silence. "Sir, I would hold to my original advice, and with what you just shared, the most compassionate thing would be to let her live where she is and not stir up what she has settled. However, I suspect there is some threat against her, or perhaps you, that makes it important for Earendil to remember the events from the past. Can you tell me why, at least in part, why this is necessary now?"

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So True the Arrow, So Steady the Hand

No word in your quiver goes errant,
no thought from your bow is misspent,
no image falls short of your target,
so true are the arrows thus sent.
Your heart with a steady compunction
pulls the bowstrings few others could ply,
your story does more than just function--
your steady hand helps my heart fly!

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Postby earendil81 » Tue Jul 17, 2012 6:59 am

"Can you tell me why, at least in part, why this would be necessary now?"

He looked at Ryomer; the man was exhausted but he was focused on everything that was being said. The Rohirrim was clever.
But this was the reason information was not shared; once you gave a piece of the puzzle you had to give another. Not everybody was meant to see the entire picture... Anoriel knew enough to realize that he too was missing parts.
He was also man enough to acknowledge that he had never really walked away from these days in the East, that they had defined in more ways than one who he had become. Was it a blessing for Eärendil that she had forgotten? Maybe... she had found love, which she might not have otherwise. Maybe she was free of this; was it right of him, of the King to ask her to go back to that?

"You know that there were forces behind what happened to Rholarowyn that we have only recently started to understand."
Ryomer had said as much to the shieldmaiden at Joham's a few days before so he nodded.

"All of it is tied; the king who tried to kill her and Eärendil's time in the East." There was no point in filtering the information, Ryomer might as well have this entire part of the puzzle. The rest, they would learn in Rohan - if they could make it there - or in Minas Tirith. "It is necessary because Asim dan Khalid is behind the threat we are facing. He has risen higher than his father could ever dream; he has brought many tribes under his rule in the past couple of years: with massacres and systematic killings of any woman who holds a weapon or defies him. He has found allies in Khand and Near Harad. As well as in the man who tried to have Rholarowyn killed ten years ago. That is why the groups she and Bandoril trained have allied and are asking for our help."

It was unnecessary to explain the obvious personal vendetta that both these men would want against the two warriors they had to protect. And he knew what punishment both would meet if they were found. That Asim's power extended till Tharbad had disturbed the King more than anything else... and he sent Anoriel North. But in the end it could be for nothing.
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Postby Rholarowyn » Wed Jul 18, 2012 12:09 pm

(Rholarowyn POV)

There had been no words between them since they first found solace in each others embrace. In his arms she felt safe and in her arms he was not alone. His tears had been obvious for the grief of losing his brother and best friend had been pushed back, buried and avoided as the necessary business of the previous few days had been dealt with. Yet here in the woods, in the arms of another, they were no longer denied.

For Rholarowyn the flood of emotion had been unexpected. The beautiful tunes from his flute had awakened the memories of her past, her homeland, and her life before the East, all of which had long been vying for her attention. For the shieldmaiden it was one thing to know she was going home, it was another thing entirely to be reintroduced to the parts of her soul that could no longer reject the price and the sacrifices her willfulness had cost. Longing, regret, and the scars of a life lived among Land of the Sands had demanded much of the woman. However, the unique challenges were not in vain and not all had been lost to the life in the East. Some things had even been discovered.

She had known the love of a man, something she had willingly vowed against since her 14th year. Though a fierce warrior against his enemies, he had been kind and gentle with her, and patient as well. Kahirin had given her the time and refuge she needed to adjust, to adapt, and recover. Eventually, through him and with him she had come understand the wants and needs of her long oppressed feminine side, and together they had created a son. Yet with her husband’s death 2 1/2 years before she had once again shut down any part that needed or simply wanted a man to help her feel comforted, loved, desired, and at times protected.

The sky towards the east was slowly turning grey indicating morning would soon arrive. When Rholarowyn finally slid out from the cocoon of his embrace and rose to her feet it was the sound of water trickling over the rocks that called her away. After casting aside the warm quilt she walked to the nearby stream, knelt down, and tightly cupped her hands. Taking a long drink she then washed away the signs of sorrow from her face and stared down in to the slight reflections of the dancing water below. Moments later he was kneeling beside her and gave his face a quick rinse. Once finished he then stood and waited. Finally Rholarowyn rose, and glanced upward.

Though the two were still surrounded by more nighttime than daylight, the woman could make out the pain which was still fresh, still raw in his deep brown eyes, yet surprisingly they held no shame. Gently he reached out, softly grasped her hand and pulled it close to his heart. A slight nod of his head communicated his silent appreciation. With her free hand she reached out and brushed a few loose strands of his dark hair to the side of his face. His gentleness, openness, and vulnerability all touched a chord deep within the shieldmaiden and tenderly stirred the all but extinguished embers that had once been kindled by another. Without moving her hand away from his face she slowly leaned in and softly pressed her lips to his. Responding in kind, with his other hand he carefully cupped her neck and pulled her in close. The coolness of his lips still damp from the stream contrasted against the heat of desire building within the shieldmaiden and for a brief time the outer world was released from their thoughts. So, it was with all the restraint he could muster that he finally pulled back and rested he forehead against hers.

“We are not alone.” He whispered through his slightly rapid breathing and then placed his finger gently against her lips to prevent her verbal response. “You were followed by Dewelgen…”

“I shall send him away.” She whispered with conviction once she had caught her breath and removed his finger from her lips.

“Rholarowyn,” he sighed as slight smile crossed his face. He pulled her in closer and gently rested his chin beside the top of her head. He had tasted her desire, sensed her yearning, and shared her willingness, but regretfully for now, his common sense needed to prevail.

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Postby Rholarowyn » Wed Jul 18, 2012 12:24 pm

(Ryomer POV)

His weariness was gaining hold but the Rohirrim needed to understand at least a few more things before he gave in to sleep. “So then our mission was more than just to escort Rholarowyn and Earendil to Minas Tirith.”

“Where you present at the reading of the letter from the King?” Arnoiel asked.

“Yes.” The Rohirrim replied.

“Then you will know that those were the orders. When the King sent the letter we believed that Earendil and Rholarowyn were only in danger because of what they knew, not because of who or what they are. Now we know differently.”

Ryomer’s concern grew. “And Nayaran is there a threat against him as well?”

Anoriel was slow in answering, “Rholarowyn did not just up and leave the East unassisted. However, after her husband’s death she could no longer be safely protected. There were great efforts on the part of our allies of the East to assure her safety and return her and her son back to our lands. However, I suspect that those who oppose these two women and what they represent along with the culture of the West, will also oppose that a son of the East will be raised in the West."

Ryomer nodded in agreement to his leader’s latest statement before he asked his final question of the evening. “Sir, then what is plan for tomorrow?”

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So True the Arrow, So Steady the Hand

No word in your quiver goes errant,
no thought from your bow is misspent,
no image falls short of your target,
so true are the arrows thus sent.
Your heart with a steady compunction
pulls the bowstrings few others could ply,
your story does more than just function--
your steady hand helps my heart fly!

Thank you Parm for your wonderful poem. :heart:

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Postby earendil81 » Wed Jul 18, 2012 8:07 pm

“And Nayaran is there a threat against him as well?”

It was a difficult question to answer and he took his time. In these cultures a boy his age was almost a man; not so long ago they also were in the West. Too many children had fought in the war against the Dark Lord and were children no more. But the truth was that they would claim the child for Rhun if they could and kill him or worse if he proved too difficult to tame. Ryomer did not need to know that part though. And so he offered an answer that was true but not complete.

Apparently fighting to keep awake but determined to ask another question Ryomer spoke again.
“Sir, then what is the plan for tomorrow?”
He looked up; the room in which the peredhel slept was not just above their heads. It would have been stupid as if she woke she would have heard everything, but still it was to her that his thoughts moved just now and his eyes had followed his mind.

"Much will depend on the peredhel in fact. She is sleeping now." He could only offer thanks again for the fact she had been so tired. They would probably not have caught her otherwise and he would not dwell on the possibilities then. "I don't know if it is a blessing for us or not. She'll be harder to convince once rested. But she needs it. So do you in fact."

He considered not adding anything but it would not be honest to the Rohirrim.
"I intend to ride with you and Earendil to Goronor's place as soon as both of you are fit to ride. It might take some convincing but I hope that her concern for her friend will override the one for her family at least for now."

He also hoped that she would find no objection in letting one of the men, maybe Sintarano bring whatever report or message she had from Fornost to the constable of Tharbad. "And there will be no stopping on the way so make sure you rest. I guess we can only be grateful that you did not listen to the King's orders for we would not have arrived in Tharbad in time, but they cannot afford ignoring the threat anymore."
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Postby earendil81 » Thu Jul 19, 2012 9:48 pm

Eari could not have known it but at the same time a man and his music were bringing Rholarowyn back to her past in the West, she was reaching back to her time in the East through the particular dreaming of the elves.

She is walking through the street of one fairly well built city. She had not expected cities; she had thought that the Easterlings lived in tribes, maybe villages here and there, but nothing that would resemble this. The smells and sounds are foreign, but she does not speak the language. She tries to take everything in, but there is a grey veil surrounding her. Memory is made of light and shadows, shades of grey on things the mind does not want to recall even dreams.
She is not alone, someone is walking with her, a man with skin as dark as the people in Harad, and eyes of the same colour. She cannot see much of him for he is wearing the same cloth about his head that she has, which covers them both to the eyes of others. She knows it is Anoriel though and there is concern in his eyes.
"This is not good. We should leave."
She does not understand that; they have only been here two days. She cannot go back to Gondor with nothing otherwise how will she regain the trust she has lost?
The days go by walking together as often as she allows it. She can pass for a man, or at least a boy here. And covered who will notice the colour of her skin and her eyes? No one. She discovers though that women here have even less power than in the West. They do not count; they are mothers, sisters or wives but have no identity of their own.

But the shock comes a week or so later when a woman is whipped on the market place. She was found walking without her husband and talking to an unmarried man. Her husband loves her though and requested a less drastic punishment; she should have died, but he interceded in his wife's name. She is young still, married only a few months and coming from another tribe. Still after the 25 slashes, she does not look as if she benefited from a merciful sentence. In fact she dies within a few days from an infection in one of the deeper cuts.

Anoriel explains this... the status of women in this society. She cannot understand this. But it is not supposed to be their primary concern. Still it feels wrong. The soldier born in Harad, also explains that the man they need to access is surrounded by people whose allegiance is definitely to the dark. She is relentless in her questions; she wants to know more. They need to speak to him... He is powerful enough to have his own harem. Twenty women belonging to him, some married, some slaves. She decides it is the way to the man; she has to get in. And so she leaves Anoriel one day alone and removes the cloth that until now she has worn over her head, lets her voice ring in the market higher than she usually does. They recognize her for a woman; but one beautiful enough to be brought to the tribe leader; Khalid.

She is whipped of course; a slave escaped they assume... there are no scars on her body just yet. An eighteen year old woman unsoiled and with eyes like iris. And she is brought to his women's quarters. She recovers there at first and there she meets Shara.

The rest seems to be enfolded in a mist darker than the one before; she can hear bits of conversations with Sharra. Anoriel is in the house as well she hears from Shara. The child is resourceful but does not tell her how she has realized the two of them were together. Weapons found and used, an escape in the dark. She is not walking by herself; Anoriel is supporting her following Shara in a dark tunnel. She wakes up in a waggon part of a caravan going back to Rohan and Gondor. She did not remember that from before... She can also feel the extreme sadness within her, one that she does not understand. What has happened? Then the darkness.


She had gone deeper; a blessing maybe. When she woke up, the light suffused the room filtering through the sheer curtains. Her head was clearer, exhaustion was no longer clinging at her like a heavy burden. Slowly she opened her eyes, looking at the window; it seemed Arien the sun-maiden had already made a third of her voyage above the earth. She had needed the rest.

"Are you well rested Earendil?"
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Who can say if I've been changed for the better?
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It's time to see what I can do
To test the limits and break through
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Postby Rholarowyn » Sat Jul 21, 2012 6:04 pm

(Ryomer POV)

’In conclusion, when one begins to ask the questions of freewill, one truly needs to determine if any action taken is by the choosing of their own thoughts or the necessary desire to appeal to the emotional side of their nature and the need to belong. Can you truly know that the next choice you make, the next decision you follow is determined independently by what you believe to be true now, in the present, or are the reins of your past ever steering the course of your life? Perhaps the most important question of all is can you ignore the questions, the ideas, I have presented in this book. Will they now shape your future and the next step you take? Have you been forever changed by the words written upon these pages? Are you now a different person because you have read my ideas even if you choose not to believe them? I leave you with these questions and hope you enjoy the journey of discovering the answers for yourself with the next step you take.

The Rohirrim was finished, finally. It was a small book that Bryttar had written questioning life, the choices one makes, and the changes that ensued once a direction had been taken. Bryttar had given Ryomer the book just prior to the departure of their current mission. Bryttar, ever the philosopher, he thought with a smile. Asking the questions that most people didn’t bother to even think about, though perhaps for good reasons.

Resting back in the chair he thumbed through the book again and stopped when he came to the dedication page. It had been dedicated to Rholarowyn, Bryttar’s cousin, and simply read:

To My Dearest Rholarowyn,

To your quest for inner peace, may you one day find it in whichever world you now find yourself. You will remain in our hearts forever and will not be forgotten.

~Bryttar


Ryomer propped the open book upon his chest and leaned his had back against the chair. His mind began pondering Bryttar’s final question and wondered if indeed just reading the book had subjected him to some type of change in the nature of who he was. Finally he chuckled and realized he was hungry. Whatever questions Bryttar was asking, when the stomach growled, food was the answer.

He was about to rise from the chair when he noticed signs of waking from Earendil. Placing the book on the small table beside him, he remained patient and waited until he sensed she was fully awake.

Are you well rested Earendil?" “He then chuckled slightly. The words did not sound his own. Clearly Bryttar’s writings had changed how was actually speaking.

It took Earendil a few moments to absorb that it was he in the room which eventually appeared to reassure her.

“How long have you been here?” She finally asked.

“In this room I have been here since early this morning, at this house, I arrived the same night that you did, only after you had arrived and were sleeping.”

The woman still looked a little puzzled and asked. “How long have we been here then?’

“This is the morning of the third day. You have slept long and deep and obviously you needed it. Are you hungry?

She appeared to be thinking about it... “yes, I guess I am.”

“So am I!” he answered with a smile and then rose to his feet. Once at the door he knocked three times and heard a voice answer from the other side. “Earendil and I are hungry, would you please have some breakfast sent up?”

“Yes Sir.” Was heard from the other side.

Ryomer turned around and saw the continued puzzlement on her face. “We are not prisoners, in fact we are with allies, however, we are currently locked in the room so that we can…well…so that…” The Rohirrim was clearly struggling with his own ethics of compassion and truth. He returned to the chair and did his best to soften his voice. “We need to be here for now, however it won’t be for long I promise.”

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No word in your quiver goes errant,
no thought from your bow is misspent,
no image falls short of your target,
so true are the arrows thus sent.
Your heart with a steady compunction
pulls the bowstrings few others could ply,
your story does more than just function--
your steady hand helps my heart fly!

Thank you Parm for your wonderful poem. :heart:

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Postby earendil81 » Sat Jul 21, 2012 7:10 pm

He looked at her with something that was too close to concern to her taste. Whatever was happening she was not going to like it; that much she could tell.
“We are not prisoners, in fact we are with allies, however, we are currently locked in the room so that we can…well…so that…” He hesitated. And then confirmed her intuition. “We need to be here for now, however it won’t be for long I promise.”

What was going on? Why was she held against her will if they were allies? She looked at the Rohirrim with as little expression as she could but she could feel anger build again. Anger... she had been so free without that feeling. She felt vulnerable though lying down while Ryomer was standing up... She removed the covers away and rose from the bed. She walked to the window; she could feel Ryomer tense but he did not move... Opening the curtains she realized that a jump would be foolish; if she wanted to stop herself from going anywhere she could take a chance but a broken leg would not get her to her family faster. Anger flashed again... and worry.

She realized that she was not so much concerned about herself; in fact, if she had been alone she would have jumped. Ten years ago she would have attacked Ryomer there and now looking for any weapon he might wear and escape. But she was no longer alone: there were Rholarowyn and Nayaran who were in a place she did not know of... And there was Herger, the children who needed her alive, not broken or hurt. It was all too much. And for what? Her dream had proved that what little knowledge she had of the East could have been provided by others... why would the King want her and hers close by?

She had to try and believe that she was safe here, that they were safe wherever Bryttar and Herger had taken them for now. Leaning against the window ledge she sighed. She had become a very poor judge of character if she had made a mistake about Ryomer, Lienoril and Joham. She had to trust she made the right choice. That did not make the situation easier though. She turned to face the man the window at her back then. She could wait... for now. Decide later. And so she only spoke one word.

"Why?"
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It's time to see what I can do
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Postby Rholarowyn » Sat Jul 21, 2012 7:38 pm

(Ryomer POV)

The moment had arrived. The moment he and Aonriel had discussed at great lengths over the last two days after the Rohirrim had rested. The Southern man had shared much about Earendil during these discussions in an attempt to prepare Ryomer for any number of reactions she was capable of resorting to. In the end the Rohirrim had some relief that it had been he who had paired off with Earendil and not Lienoril. What would be needed of him now would take wisdom along with discretion and the ability to defend himself at a moments notice if she turned.

Ryomer purposely went over to the chair and sat down leaving Earendil to stand. It was his first step in placing himself in a less threatening position. He took his time, but finally he answered.

“Earendil, we are with allies, whose help you need, as well as their protection, but the simplest answer to your question is that they do not trust you.” He paused but then continued, “They do not trust you to cooperate with them, willingly cooperate, with what they need you to do to help you help yourself, and Rholarowyn…” He paused again. “…and her son.”

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So True the Arrow, So Steady the Hand

No word in your quiver goes errant,
no thought from your bow is misspent,
no image falls short of your target,
so true are the arrows thus sent.
Your heart with a steady compunction
pulls the bowstrings few others could ply,
your story does more than just function--
your steady hand helps my heart fly!

Thank you Parm for your wonderful poem. :heart:

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Postby earendil81 » Sat Jul 21, 2012 8:28 pm

“Earendil, we are with allies, whose help you need, as well as their protection, but the simplest answer to your question is that they do not trust you.” He paused but then continued, “They do not trust you to cooperate with them, willingly cooperate, with what they need you to do to help you help yourself, and Rholarowyn…” He paused again. “…and her son.”

She could not decide whether the pause were for dramatic effect or genuine hesitation. But there was something concerning Nayaran that they were extremely worried about. Not only them, but the elves as well. After all they had given the child a fairly powerful stone to protect him. Maybe they were trying to make her feel guilty but it was her friend and her child so as much as she resented this she could not do something that would endanger either of them.

"I do not know that I need help. But I am not sure how I can help Rholarowyn and Nayaran." It was her turn to pause. Not for dramatic effect but she needed to gather her thoughts. "I would... no I will not do anything that could endanger her. At least not willingly. But I won't lie. I am having a hard time accepting that you want me to put them even before my family."

She gasped... She had not realized this. They had all made this about Rhoe, Nayaran and to a certain extent herself, even though she could not grasp why. Yet the first words that Lienoril pronounced had hinted at a threat to the ones she loved. And they were asking her to stay where she was while something or someone might ride to Rohan and be after the ones she loved. It seemed they all thought it was secondary to her own protection. But it was not... not for her.

She looked at the man; it was somewhat disturbing to see the look in his eyes. She could not read it all and some of what she saw she did not want people to feel towards her. It might have made her angry once. In fact, a part of her was; she had punched him, and pretty hard from the colour of his left cheek. His eye was slightly swollen; but still some of what shone there was compassion. It seemed he trusted her. At least a little; many men would not have wanted to stand that close, or rather sit, to someone who had left such a mark. She could not understand that he would not hold a grudge for that.
"I don't understand... why you need to protect me. I don't. And everything in me demands I ride fast as I can to wherever it is that you have sent my family. Can you explain this to me? Or do they not trust me with that either?"
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Makes everything seem small
And the fears that once controlled me
Can't get to me at all
It's time to see what I can do
To test the limits and break through
No right, no wrong, no rules for me
I'm free
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Postby Rholarowyn » Sat Jul 21, 2012 9:31 pm

(Ryomer POV)


He remained calm and was appreciative that for the moment they were still talking.

“Earendil, can you understand that there are those who are friends and allies that can see the bigger picture? That for now the very worst thing you could do would be take off on your own and ride to your family? Herger and the children are safe. They have been moved to Minas Tirith with Bryttar and Rylar. There they are under the protection of the King’s Guard and no harm will come to them there. We are not asking you to set aside your love and loyalty for your family, but instead asking for you to listen, and cooperate, so that you can be reunited with your family. Your courage is commendable, but you are more valuable to all of us, including your husband and children, alive. You may not see that you are in need of help, but you are and that is the first thing I am hoping to help you to understand.”

Ryomer maintained his guard as he watched the woman consider the information until there were three knocks on the door. When the two food trays were pushed through a small wooded grate at the bottom, the Rohirrim was there to receive them. With a hand on each wooden tray he placed one on the table near the bed and with the other he covered Bryttar’s book which was resting on the short wooden stand next to the chair. Each tray contained a plate with bread, fruits, and hard cheeses along with two fresh cups of milk.

"Why…why am I in need of your help?” He heard her ask again after he sat down.

After plucking two round, purple grapes from the stems and savoring their sweat juices in his mouth he answered. “You and Rholarowyn, besides being warriors, and aligning your allegiances to The Stewards of Gondor, what else is it that you both share? What is another similarity in your pasts that you both have in common?”

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Postby earendil81 » Sun Jul 22, 2012 6:53 am

She prevented a bitter snort as she noticed the food coming in. And a little bit of worry; it seemed that whoever the men were they had known all maneuvers she would try to get out. She sat with Ryomer after she asked once more Why...

“You and Rholarowyn, besides being warriors, and aligning your allegiances to The Stewards of Gondor, what else is it that you both share? What is another similarity in your pasts that you both have in common?”

It was annoyance that flashed then... And shame. Shame that he should talk to her as one talks to a child who needs to understand why he is not permitted to do one thing or another. She was a soldier: had she become so accustomed to doing things her own way that she could not follow an order? And so it was annoyance at that and at the fact that they seemed to think her so slow that this explanation had become some lecturing moment. In the end, it was annoyance that laced her words as she answered.

"You and others have said it already. We both were in the East. But as I have told Joham, I don't remember." She was not going to explain this to him. In fact, he might as well already know.

She could have punched him again as he looked at her encouragingly. It might not be meant in the way she read his gaze but it annoyed her. She picked savagely at the cheese. Still she had to try and understand... and maybe Ryomer was doing her a favour trying to let her piece the puzzle by herself. It just felt extremely... annoying really to be lectured by a child. She almost surprised herself with a laugh; many a Captain had probably felt the same about her in years past.

"I may not remember much, but from what I gathered both of us - willingly for Rholarowyn unknowingly for me - have made an impact on women there. They want to stand up for themselves." A piece seemed to fall into place then. "Must have made some tribe leaders fairly uncomfortable, some of them are probably not happy at all about the change." By then her mind was chasing the next thought too fast even for her. "They would want to curb what they probably see as a rebellion. And what better way than killing the ones who started it." She paused and looked at him. "Do they believe that by disposing of the maiden warriors of the West, they'll destroy the idea of that rebellion?" He did not but he might as well have nodded. Yet, there was still one question though. "I can see how they would know Rholarowyn... But how would they know my name? I..."

And then it came as a wave; a shock beyond anything she could have felt.
"They were not. They were looking for Helyanwe." Suddenly the dark man made sense, how could she not have recognized him? He had to have heard the rumors and ride to Minas Tirith. Again annoyance at how slow she was... maybe she deserved the lecture. Still there was none this time in her voice when she asked softly. "Did Anoriel tell you it was my name?"
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Postby Rholarowyn » Sun Jul 22, 2012 6:15 pm

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The Rohirrim continued to watch affirming, only in gesture, the connections she was making.

"Did Anoriel tell you it was my name?"

“Yes,” Ryomer answered slowly. “Your name, your other name, which has only been known by a few, but is now known by many, and mostly by those you would rather not know it…” He then grinned though his voice contained more irony than humor, “…and to say you and Rholarowyn might have made some of the tribal leaders uncomfortable and suspect they would like to curb the rebellion is a bit of an understatement.”

He paused again and retrieved a small piece of white cheese from the plate and placed it upon a toasted brown roll. His stomach was only slightly satiated with the meager morsel. From all appearences she was responding well and decided to take the conversation to the next level, though he would do so very slowly.

“Earendil, you know how fear is used in the East. It is a power greater than the strength of their swords combined. Woe to those who the King and his minions deem Violators of Law. The penalties will be ruthless and if one survives then the scares and the shame will be attached to them for a lifetime.” He paused again only to take a sip of the cool milk and then quickly continued.

“Before you left there was one you inspired, Rholarowyn spoke of her. It was you who gave her the first tool she needed to change her life and that tool was hope.”

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Postby earendil81 » Sun Jul 22, 2012 8:04 pm

“…and to say you and Rholarowyn might have made some of the tribal leaders uncomfortable and suspect they would like to curb the rebellion is a bit of an understatement.” She did not miss the irony in his tone; he had missed hers, which caused her to smile at least until he continued explaining what was happening.

She looked up at the Rohirrim... he was being particularly attentive to the steps he took in the conversation. In any other circumstances she might have resisted, knowing he was somehow manipulating the path this conversation was taking. But not now. There was something more to this than what she had already pieced together. And it had to do with her past in the East, not her friend's.
She smiled; she had to recognize that Anoriel had taught the Rohirrim well, but he had obviously told him too much about her for it to sit entirely comfortably. Although Anoriel did not know how her time in Rohan had changed her; that information may have been offered by Bryttar.

"Sharra, yes..." The warp and weft of that story was knotted and she had to clear it. "I gave her... I did not think it was hope. I have changed but I don't remember ever thinking that killing a man was a gift of hope." She paused. "Anoriel would not have told you that, he does not know, but the first person I ever killed was a child." Why was it easier to remember that than the East? "He may have been 13 or 14... I was still a child myself really. At least until that moment. I sang him a lullaby until he died. Except when fighting yrch, I have always tried to respect the fact that I was taking a life. Each life I took is a stain on my soul if you will. Even the life of that man. Khalid."

She shook her head as something he had said rang in her head again. "You talked of a King. There was no king when I went. Tribe leaders yes, that is what Khalid was. But a king?" He may have intended for her to ask that question but it did not matter. It had been said and it needed to be explained.
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Postby Rholarowyn » Sun Jul 22, 2012 10:23 pm

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“…even the life of that man, Khalid…”

She was sharp and savvy, both Bryttar and Anoriel had told him so and now he was seeing it for himself. Where he started on a path of thought she had followed and then some. Tales began to emerge from her memory, names that he knew were important for her to remember and events she had been involved with. Though her story of the first time she’d killed was not something that had been shared with him before, Ryomer immediately understood the weight of the burden she carried. If the stain of one man, a man so cruel and inhumane, and whose life she took with her own hand could remain a stain on her soul, what would the needless death of 20 innocent women do to her? Their deaths may not have been by her hand, but clearly they had been a direct result of her actions.

Ryomer’s concern grew and he was about to change the course of the conversation when her next question came.

You talked of a King. There was no king when I went. Tribe leaders yes, that is what Khalid was. But a king?"

He began slowly and chose his words carefully. “Earendil, there is a king in the East and has been for some time, though it has not been common knowledge. We do know that he was responsible for what happened to Rholarowyn when she was traveling to Harad. The ambush, her kidnapping, and an execution were all a part of his plan. What you do not know is that the man that you killed back then was his father.”

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Postby earendil81 » Mon Jul 23, 2012 7:12 am

“...What you do not know is that the man that you killed back then was his father.”

Suddenly she looked down at the man; she had not realized she stood up. Her hands went to her face, covering her mouth to hide some of the shock and pain this news caused. She could not prevent the gasp though. Turning away from Ryomer she went and leaned against the window again. There was a tightening in her chest, which even the soft breeze that seemed to have come as a blessing after the thunderstorm of a few days past could not ease.

So many questions tumbled into her mind then; how old had the child been? Did she know there was a child? And even if she did not how could she have doubted that there was at least one? Khalid had had twenty wives, concubines and slaves all of age to bear children, of course he had offsprings. Revenge was a powerful incentive; she should know. She had not even ever met her father but learning how he died had a direct impact on what she became.

It had taken one man to make her whole again, fighting back the pain, accepting the stains of lives taken was not unforgivable, accepting love. And it had not been an easy path to come back. Many times she doubted she could. It seemed that even after ten years, coming back was still eluding her. No it was not fair to think that way. She had to step away from the pain; she had to. She needed something to hold onto, to want to fight back. He once tried to take Rholarowyn to exact a vengeance on her who was not responsible for his father's death. He was a monster. But because of her... she could not escape that thought.

Of course he would want revenge; maybe he had a right to demand that of her. Again she tried to fight the way her mind was reeling but as much as she tried she could not. In fact, she found that she could not keep her countenance at all, when something else seemed to fall into place. Woe to those who the King and his minions deem Violators of Law. The penalties will be ruthless... Ryomer had said. One thing made sense in a sick and twisted way; it could not be any other way.
She wept then, pain, shame and sorrow overwhelming: she did not remember their names. She should try and remember their names. As she whispered her voice filled with sadness, choked by tears.
"They died, didn't they? Because of what I did?"

No one may even know about that; Khalid's wives may have been killed after she and Anoriel left with Sharra. It was unfair to ask Ryomer that question, an unfair burden to place on his shoulders. But she had come to that understanding and she suddenly found she could not face this on her own. She crumbled on the floor her body trembling and in her mind was a plea that would not be answered.
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Postby Rholarowyn » Mon Jul 23, 2012 10:37 pm

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What Anoriel feared was not to be. Perhaps it had been the brief time she had spent with Rholarowyn and her son. Perhaps it was seeing the Southron man from her past in this very house. All Ryomer knew that the memories Earendil long suppressed had not been as deep as they thought. When she had bolted to her feet he remained seated. Instinctively he knew it was not a threat. Though once she turned towards the window, he was up on his. The Rohirrim suspected what would likely come next and wished it was another who was in his place. Bryttar, Rholarowyn, someone who knew her, could console her, could comfort her…

“Get Anoriel Now!” He half whispered the order to the man who peered through the partly opened door after Ryomer had given the specified knock. As soon as the wooden door closed the deluge of tears broke through her dam of denial.

"They died, didn't they? Because of what I did?"

It was then she collapsed to the ground and the Rohirrim’s heart broke. In an instant he was kneeling beside her and placed his hand upon her back. His own eyes grew misty knowing there were no words he could say, not now, not in this moment, that could ease her grief or alleviate the pain, but until Anoriel came, at least by his touch she would know someone was there.

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Postby earendil81 » Thu Jul 26, 2012 7:44 pm

He was on his feet the moment the door opened; they would only get him if something was wrong. As he moved past the door and walked to the stairs he nodded to Sintarano. He and another man would be under the window within moments if it should be needed.

He moved fast but he also knew to walk lightly - there was no point pushing Earendil into a corner and she would hear his footsteps, would know what it meant. He raised an eyebrow at Heodred who was at the door. There was no sound of a fight coming from the room and the man shook his head; no threat apparent only uncertainty.

As the man opened the door for him, Anoriel understood. She may have her back to the door but he could almost see the pain that would mark her face. She was crying and Ryomer was there on the floor beside her not close enough as to embrace her but still with her hand on her back, the sense of a presence.

She had looked the same in that caravan for the first few days; only there had been no tears just silence. She had cried as he and Sharra carried her away from the cell where they had held her. And even then, the tears had not been for herself. After that no tears, only a face closed, withdrawn.
It had taken a skirmish in the wild for her to come out of that shocked silence. He saw that day how survival was a burden for some; she had fought like someone who was searching death's embrace. And he was concerned; had even shared the concern with the Lord Stewart but it was dismissed. And she had gone in search of death several times after that only to have it elude her. Even in Mordor.

Could the warrior have learned to yield? And if not what would happen?
Ryomer met his gaze and there was sorrow there too. He could however only wonder at what had transpired until now. Had she remembered? Was it that? Was it all it was going to be or were there some more obstacles for them to face so as to protect her from herself really? He knew how to get some of the answers.
"Earendil?" He called softly.
For a moment, she did not answer; the shaking of her body seemed to slow as if she were trying to bring it under control. Finally she turned to him, eyes red but not inwardly drawn, blank from the numbness of the memory. She had not withdrawn into herself as she did when he brought her back to Gondor.
"Anoriel?" The whisper was only half a question, but still he nodded. "When? How?"
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Postby Rholarowyn » Fri Jul 27, 2012 9:11 am

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Anoriel's eyes flicked to Ryomer for a moment trying to get an indication of what she actually meant. His brow was furrowed with concern and the Rohirrim understood the need for extreme caution. Before answering he replayed their conversation in his mind from beginning to end. Earendil had followed along, followed his lead and prompting but towards the end her conclusion had come so fast he was not entirely sure what thought or memory had triggered her emotional breakdown. Ryomer continued to look at Anoriel as he answered.

“She remembers many things we weren’t sure she’d remember, but the last thing I told her was the man she had killed back in the East was the father of the current King.” Her words echoed in his mind once again with that horrified, haunting tone in her voice. ’They died, didn't they? Because of what I did?’

“I believe she now remembers the women and how they were executed.”

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Postby earendil81 » Fri Jul 27, 2012 2:18 pm

She was drowning... there was no air to be found. Yet something, someone was being there as an anchor; Ryomer? It was not him her mind screamed for. But her prayers would not be answered; for so many reasons it was not possible. And it was so hard to breathe.

How could she have thought there would be no consequence for what she did? Had she taken Sharra with her knowing what would happen to the girl if she staid. Had she also determined that she could not save them all? Or had Anoriel made that decision? What happened then?

Of course they had died and she was as responsible as if she had wielded the sword that did it. Had they even been granted that quick a death? No not if they were considered traitors? Sinking in guilt, drowning in sorrow... Suddenly there was a voice, like a lifeline. Maybe he could be that. And so she asked the question.

"When? How?"

He did not answer... why? Did he not understand? Instead he looked at Ryomer, a question in his eyes. Had he not listened to the conversation? Did he not know? But when Ryomer spoke, it felt as if she had been stabbed in the heart. She could not have been there and let this happen. She could not. She had not been there. She did not realize shaping a sound but it was torn out of her.
"No. No... No."

Her throat was raw and she was not sure how she had stood up. Her eyes darted from one man to the other. They did not know how. They could not be certain. They were guessing. She had not been there. Could not have been there. Again she struggled breathing. She needed to get out; she needed some air. She had to get out of here. They must let her out.
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Postby Rholarowyn » Fri Jul 27, 2012 8:49 pm

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In a moment everything changed. What Ryomer had thought was acceptance, at least in the sense she remembered, was immediately obliterated by her panicked outburst. Compassion was quickly replaced with action and without missing a step he was up and next to the window. That route of escape would be prevented.

The woman’s wild, terror stricken eyes shot back and forth between the two men; Ryomer by the window and Anoriel by the door. Trepidation hung in the air, and was only heightened when she finally made her move.

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your story does more than just function--
your steady hand helps my heart fly!

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Postby earendil81 » Fri Jul 27, 2012 8:53 pm

Anoriel was worried; Earendil suddenly looked like a beast cornered. That bode ill. In fact as she stepped away from the two of them she found herself against the third wall of the room and it appeared to increase the frenzy in her eyes, which moved from him to Ryomer.

He knew what she was doing; she was deciding which of the two escape routes was the most likely to break. Which one of them would be easier to dispose of? She had to know the door was locked. If she did anything she was going to go for the Rohirrim. Had the look in her eyes not been what it was he might have relaxed as her hands came up as if asking for peace. She was asking for peace but the confusion, the fear and so much more were overwhelming, threatening to drown her.

And she moved... fast, by the Valar she was fast.

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No place to go... they would not let her. It felt the room was shrinking. Or so it seemed when her back hit the wall. Dots and stars were blurring her vision. She had to get out. The door was locked... The window.

Her head hurt, her heart ached. Please stop it, her mind screamed as she lifted her hands. No she had to get out. She moved, fast as she could towards the window, towards Ryomer. She had no weapon and she did not wish to hurt him again but she had no choice. She needed to get out. Her sword arm moved as it would if she had the weapon in her hand curled into a fist aiming for his heart. It might be enough. She just wanted air. She heard a whisper.

"Forgive me." Was it her or him?
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Postby Rholarowyn » Sat Jul 28, 2012 5:43 pm

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He could not move, he would not move, to do so would mean a violent tumble out the window for the woman, not a serious option for escape and now was not the time for reason or words. Ryomer braced himself for the aggressive assault and kept his body directly in her path. When finally met with her frantic driven charge he countered with everything he had.

The two tumbled hard to the floor, and all the while the Rohirrim scrambling to gain hold of an arm, one arm behind the back, was all he would need. Yet as they wrestled on the hard wooden floor a sharp blow from her elbow met his nose and soon his blood was added to the mix. More determined than ever, Ryomer finally got a hold of her arm and started to pull it behind her back yet this only drove the woman into a new and more violent frenzy and she finally slipped from his grasp. Just as she launched towards the window, the Rohirrim lunged for her ankle and hung on for dear life. It was enough to unbalance Earendil and bring her down to the floor once again and just in time for Anoriel to take action.


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Postby earendil81 » Sat Jul 28, 2012 6:41 pm

He was on the move but there was no opportunity to intervene at first; the two were entangled in a fight on the floor. Ryomer would try not to hurt Earendil and she might not want to hurt him but the fear and panic had left her without actual control of herself. In some way it was reassuring; she had apparently learned to yield. Ten years ago she kept complete control once the first outburst was passed; but that hid something broken inside her. But it also meant that she would not easily be subdued.

Suddenly she escaped Ryomer's hold until he lunged and caused her to fall. Anoriel was by her side in the moment she stood. Her eyes still held that terrorized look as she brought her fist to his face. He moved one hand and caught her at the wrist.
Her second hand moved fast; he hesitated. He could not know how she would react to having both hands held. He could not bring himself to do this. She had reacted even more violently to Ryomer trying to pin one arm behind her back. How would she feel about not being able to move either hand?

And she saw the hesitation, she pushed him really hard causing him to step back and letting go of her wrist. She turned to face Ryomer again.
"Let me get out." She whispered. He heard the plea in her voice. This time he did not see her face though so he could not be certain whether it was really a plea or another trick to escape. Her body was still extremely tense though.
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Postby Rholarowyn » Sat Jul 28, 2012 6:56 pm

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When Anoriel had stepped in it allowed the Rohirrim a moment. Quickly he wiped the blood still gushing from his nose onto his sleeve, and then he saw it. For a fraction of a moment Anoriel has hesitated, and in that moment she had broken free, turned to him, and whispered

The man was done, this was not a game, and in that second he bolted towards her with the aggression he would have used against a man. She fought back but not like before and after a brief struggle he was sitting upon her hips while she lie flat on her back. Ryomer now had both hands firmly in his grasp and wrenched her arms above her head, Earendil’s shot a knee into his back and his grip tightened.

“Anoriel! Get her legs!!” He cried out as her knee blasted his back once again.

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your story does more than just function--
your steady hand helps my heart fly!

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Postby earendil81 » Sat Jul 28, 2012 8:01 pm

Anoriel's eyes had filled with sorrow; there was something he knew that she did not remember. He would not defend himself against her. She had pushed him as hard as she could but she only wanted to go out. She did not want to fight them; she did not want to. She just wanted to get out. And she found that there was sorrow in her heart, heavy as a stone.

She pleaded Ryomer to let her go. She wanted this to stop. Instead the Rohirrim charged her. She tried to fight him back but she knew there was no chance. He was done being careful. Soon she was lying on her back, the man sitting upon her. When he pushed her hands above her head her legs moved of their own volition. The pressure on her wrists increased. Again she fought him, much as she knew she should not. It was all too much. Ryomer called for Anoriel, taking control of the situation where his leader would not.

Instead his voice rose, cold and controlled.
"That is enough, Captain."
It fell like a cold bucket of water over her head, a slap in the face. She stopped struggling but Ryomer did not move. Her body was still tense and part of her still wanted to fight; but she forced her arms to relax under Ryomer's hold.

"I am sorry it had to come to this."
It was Anoriel again. A sound between a chuckle and a sob escape her lips. She was empty but for the sorrow and the guilt, so much guilt. She struggled for words. She tried not to go back to what had started it. But it was hard; and she could feel the panic underneath the other feelings. Her heart was beating fast and hard.

"Why would you not defend yourself? What don't I remember?" She could not ask the question she wanted. She knew she could not face the answer.
"You are not ready Earendil. Not yet." There was sadness in his voice belying the cold tone he had used moments before. He seemed to be making the statement about himself as well. "This has proven as much."

She struggled with this. But maybe he was right; it had gone too fast. Her mind had taken a path of its own bringing her in a dark place that she had not known was there. And it had scared her beyond words. It still scared her. She could not say that though. Instead she looked up at Ryomer aware of the awkwardness of the position she was in.
"I am sorry." She was... he was trying to help and she had turned against him a second time.
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Postby Rholarowyn » Sun Sep 02, 2012 7:30 am

(Ryomer POV)

The small, light colored shirt was slowly turning red as the Rohirrim held it against his nose. Sitting in the chair leaning slightly forward Ryomer’s stomach heaved as he slowed his breath through slow repetitive breaths through his mouth. It took several minutes for the flow of blood to diminish.

"Ryomer. Will you go and see Alessan." Anoriel said more gently than he would when giving an order. The woman had already looked after the bruise on his face the day after Ryomer arrived and Anoriel realized he was responsible for the wound that she would look at now. Still that would have to wait. His eyes went back to the Earendil; she had to come first for now so that they could ride to Goronor's place. He had not planned for this to happen; not like that. She had gone too fast, faster than he ever thought she could go. And they needed to leave otherwise it might be known that she was here.

Gingerly, the Rohirrim stood, exited the room, and found his way downstairs to the healing woman. Without needing an explanation she immediately began to examine the Rohirrim with a gentle touch. Neither one spoke as Ryomer submitted to her treatment.

“It’s finally stopped.” She proclaimed pulling the clean rag away from his nose the final time. “You’re lucky it’s not broken. What happened?”

Following his brief account the two engaged in a lengthy conversation that was initiated by the woman, in part, to help divert the man’s attention away from the pain. After some time Naliond appeared in the doorway.

“Anoriel wants you ready to ride in an hour.”

“This man is going nowhere in an hour!” Alessan declared with authority.

“Those are orders.” The short balding man pushed back.

“This man needs two maybe three hours of rest before he goes anywhere, especially on horseback. If Anoriel wants to discuss it further...” she then turned her back on Naliond and busied herself with the Rohirrim man, “...have him come talk to me himself!”

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No word in your quiver goes errant,
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no image falls short of your target,
so true are the arrows thus sent.
Your heart with a steady compunction
pulls the bowstrings few others could ply,
your story does more than just function--
your steady hand helps my heart fly!

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Postby earendil81 » Wed Sep 05, 2012 6:53 am

Ryomer had helped the peredhel up as he ordered him to get his wound checked. He held Earendil - not really restraining her - as they opened the door for the Rohirrim but it seemed that the fight had gone out of her. She did not even try to shake him off; if anything she felt limpless. When the door closed again, he let go of her and watched her as she sat on the chair Ryomer would have used before.

Her eyes were closed, her hands against her head. Her face was almost as easy to read as that of a child; he could see her mind circling back and forth to what she had heard fighting the panic underneath.
"Earendil, it was not your fault." She did not even look up at him. "I know you don't want to hear this. You never wanted to."
"Stop this please." There was a plea in her voice.
"I will not. I knew you Earendil. And I am fairly certain that no matter how much you have changed in the past years, you still feel responsible for the lives around you even those that are not yours to protect."
"Don't you as well Anoriel?" She asked; her voice was cold. "Did you not advise Lord Denethor not to let me on a battlefield?"
Ah, she knew then. He did not intend that.
"I did, didn't I. Who told you?"
"One of the guards who was on duty in the throne room when you reported. He thought it would make for a good joke in the barracks."
Surprisingly there was no sadness in her, only a shrug.
"I'm sorry they made you suffer some more because of me."
"I did not suffer. It was true. I was seeking death; even then I did not shy away from that truth. I knew when the Warden left that I would not see him again; better I died than him."
She was still not remembering; she still did not realize that the Stewart's son had nothing to do with this. But he was not going to remind her that. However, he asked with a coldness that he did not feel.
"And now will you seek death for the loss of people you could not help?" Now she looked up sharply at him. There was hurt and defiance there, but she did not speak. "I will take that as a no then. And it's well. There are lives that can be saved now; yours of course but others and you can help."

He did not like the light in her eyes when she spoke.
"Does he not have the right to hate me? Does this man - Asim?," he nodded, "does he not have the right to seek me out for justice?"
"It is not justice it is revenge. And does he have the right to destroy all life, all women because of it?"
She looked very subdued for a moment before she whispered.
"I tried... to destroy as many orcs as I could. No matter what."
"Did you kill children?"
At that she sobbed and he found out what Ryomer heard that same day.
"I did in fact. Once. The very first stain on my soul."
He had not expected that; and it was concerning. That would explain her reaction earlier. And Ryomer's confusion. How could they ever guess that each death felt like that to her? He was fairly sure even the King did not know that about her or he would have shared. But he could not let her get back to that place.
"Was he innocent? Do you regret it?"
"What child is not? But no, it was war. And yes every day of my life."
"And in that you are different. Listen to me; these women would have died with or without you. Don't you remember their place in this society?"
"Of course I do. But they could have lived relatively safe lives as women of Khalid's harem. I took it away."
"Yes... and instead you gave a little girl the hope and courage to make a change for herself and her entire country. She shared the hope with her people. You grew up among the Rangers of Arnor; don't you remember the value of hope? Estel?"

She laughed at that but there was no joy in the sound.
"A reminder of the King's name as he was known among us now? You have decided to unearth old memories Anoriel."
"No. I merely am trying to remind you who you are, or at least part of it."
She shrugged. She seemed to be fighting with something that he could not understand but he knew he was not the one she needed right now. She probably wished she were with the man who had allowed her to be who and what she had become. In fact, she said almost as much just then.
"When? When will you allow me to be with my loved ones?"
"I don't know. It will depend on how fast we travel. And that well, it will depend on how..."
"Obedient I am."
"You were a soldier once. You know how discipline is crucial to what we do." She nodded. "You still serve Gondor and we need to protect you; but how can we do it if you won't let us."

She stood then and he found himself on guard again.
"Fine. I won't try and leave you you have my word."
She offered her palm in the ways of the oath of Gondor and he placed his on it. She offered the old words too as she would once have done with Denethor and Aragorn after the war. She would not violate that promise.
"So... We ride in the hour." He knocked on the door, which opened. "The door will be open for you to prepare your mount."
He expected her to get out right away but she did not. She looked at him with a thoughtful expression.
"You want to be out of here fast. On my behalf?" She paused. "Who will bring the messages to Tharbad?"
"I will see to it."
Then only did she follow him, but there was no urgency in her step, which showed somewhat of the control she could display. The young guard would not have seen how much she needed to be out unless he heard the events of before.

He sent Naliond to advise Ryomer before writing his own messages to the king that would be dispatched with the messages to Tharbad. Sintarano would be close to the woman to make sure all was well but he was confident she would not break her promise, not the oath of Gondor.
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Can't get to me at all
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Postby Rholarowyn » Thu Sep 06, 2012 7:30 am

A firm believer in the Hobbit's ritual of second breakfast, Naliond began his search for the scarred leader via the kitchen. With a few forgotten pieces of apple in one hand and a warm piece of bread in the other, the short stocky knight finally found Anoriel at his writing desk. After knocking and gaining admittance to the man's private quarters he presented the healer's message.

"The Rohirrim will not be ready to leave within the hour sir."

Anoriel paused, lowered his writing tool, and turned towards the man with an obvious look of displeasure.

"She's said he needs 2-3 hours before he will be ready to ride on horseback..." Naliond quickly stated, "...and if you wish to dispute her orders you will need to do so in person."

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No word in your quiver goes errant,
no thought from your bow is misspent,
no image falls short of your target,
so true are the arrows thus sent.
Your heart with a steady compunction
pulls the bowstrings few others could ply,
your story does more than just function--
your steady hand helps my heart fly!

Thank you Parm for your wonderful poem. :heart:

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Postby earendil81 » Fri Sep 07, 2012 3:29 pm

He considered Naliond's message. Alessan was no easy healer and she would not let him take Ryomer on a ride unless there was a very compelling reason. And even then, something compelling to him might not be for her. However they really could not afford waiting much longer. The peredhel had slept through three days and this one was halfway gone. It would soon be done known that she had left Fornost and had not made it to Tharbad. And when that happened - if it had not yet - they would be looking for her everywhere. He had to convince the healer and so he summoned the healer. Naliond did not look particularly pleased about fetching the healer: they all had a healthy respect for her, one might even consider it fear.

Still he went and within minutes the woman was there with a deep scowl on her face; on any other day, that might have deterred him. Not today.
"Alessan, we need to ride out soon."
"Well you may need to but you won't."
He sighed.
"Is the nose broken?"
She seemed to hesitate and gage her answer looking at him. He raised an eyebrow and she shook her head. They all knew that it was one thing considering lying to him, but actually doing so was another matter entirely.
"No." She said.
"Has he fainted?" That he knew the answer to but still.
"No."
"Is he at risk of doing so?"
She rolled her eyes, anger showing on her features for a moment.
"No... but that is beside the point. He needs rest; that woman cannot be real. Who hurts someone who is here to protect you like? She has hurt his face twice in the face in three days; what's with her? Why don't you ride with her and Ryomer meets you later?"

That he had considered and in any other circumstances he would have agreed with her. But Ryomer knew too much and he was well aware that if the Rohirrim got in the hands of someone who really wanted the information he had, the young man would reveal all of it. Everybody talked.
"We can't leave him behind. He knows much about what is going on."
Suddenly the frustration and anger completely disappeared replaced by weariness.
"Are you expecting an attack?"
"Yes."
"I see." She paused. "Give him another hour Anoriel. I want to make sure there is no risk for him. He would not be much help if he did faint."
"Alessan, you said..."
"I know what I said," she interrupted, "but she hurt his face twice and not lightly. If any bone or cartilage cracked and moved he will be in excruciating pain and that might cause him to faint. Let me at least make sure that no such thing has happened."
"So be it. But we all leave tonight no matter what. Send Sintarano to me; he'll get the orders."
She nodded and turned to leave. She looked back before closing the door though and with a smirk said.
"You will find Sintarano with the peredhel. You might want to check on him too, he was talking about a challenge to see if she was indeed strong enough to render Ryomer unconscious."
"What the...!"
He was on his feet before the door shut and ran towards the stables; he could not afford two men down or the peredhel hurt. What was it with men always trying to prove they bested the shieldmaidens? He had never understood that. But he was raised in Harad and it was an altogether different story.
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And the fears that once controlled me
Can't get to me at all
It's time to see what I can do
To test the limits and break through
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I'm free
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