𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕱𝖔𝖗𝖒 𝖔𝖋 𝕾𝖆𝖚𝖗𝖔𝖓

ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔉𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔶-𝔈𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱

"We're going home." Theoden King says.

I nod. It's about time the people return to their beds. This battle gives them something, something more... hope. Yet why am I unsettled? I grip my necklace. Eyes are on me. Eyes that shouldn't be on me. I turn. Eowyn was still staring at me.

I grip my necklace. Her eyes... a shadow of a feeling. Her eyes stare at me constantly. It's worrying. Her eyes glow with desire. Her eyes shine with it. She always follows me. She's always looking at me. 

"Are you alright?" Eowyn asks me.

I nod. 

"I wanted to thank you for saving us." She says.

"It was not just me." I say.

She nods. She turns. 

"Aragorn." Gandalf approaches. 

"What is it?" I say.

"I feel the forest ragging. The wind speaks volume. It speaks of anger. It speaks of battle." Gandalf says.

"I hear it as well." Legolas says.

"There is trouble brewing in Isengard. I fear Mary and Pipin have gotten into trouble." Gandalf says.

"I shall go too. Saruman must pay for his crimes." Theoden King says.

I nod.