This I Promise You ~ (A Legolas Love Story) *Completed*

Chapter Twenty

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hey :) I'm back! :D ... I'm terrible sorry for the horrible lateness of this chapter. I hate making excuses but I was very sick... nothing better than the flu... -_-  and I was very into a new game that came out. O.O When I'm sick I do not write and on top of these events, school was canceled because of the snowstorm we had.  ALSO my laptop was acting up = T.T

So it was a sucktastic few weeks for me...  Although for how terrible I had felt through my sickness, I felt ever more dreadful for not posting as soon as I could.

But I will make up for it. :D

*** A few weeks from now in April (if I have not finished the story) But I'm postive that I will...) Although if anything were to pop up that enables me from writing from now on, I will not be updating anything through 12th-21st of April. I may sneak some hours in here and there because I'll miss you guys :( ... Anyway I will be gone that week. Spring Vacation aka Spring Break! :P ~~

Again I'm so sorry, but please enjoy this chapter and I'll see if I can ready the next for you today.

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~Chapter Twenty~

Forð Eorlingas

Along the West Emnet hills as the sun hung in the middle of the sea blue sky overheard, the Rohirrim took their rest beside a lake. The ground seemed to move from the vast amount of Riders present around the lake. Many men lead their horses to the water to drink while others remained mounted on their horses awaiting the command to depart. The trembles of the war strained in the minds of the Rohirrim men and horses. Besides the clanking of the armor, the quiet neighs of horses, their flag rippling above proudly upon wooden poles held by the quiet banner-men, and the faint noises of the whispering wind filled the valley sneaking its path through the stillness of the Rohan army.

No one dared to speak of praise and glory, because in this battle all hope of life and victory was deprived from them by darkness. All knew what lays ahead behind the rolling grassy hills of Rohan towards the great white city beyond.

Death.

In the midst of the silence, a chorus of hoof beats echoed throughout the valley. In response, the men turned their heads seeking the disturbance of their preoccupied minds. Weaving his way through the men, Eomer leading two banner-men along the hill to the resting King Theoden. His dark brown eyes, solid and still, focused onto the King as his dark eyebrows scrunched down low seriously.

Rounding a bend, Eomer guided his horse around the standing King and Gamling, "The scouts report Minas Tirith is surrounded. The lower level's in flames. Everywhere legions of the enemy advance."

King Theoden stared at the young man than wheeled around slowly to his horse, "Time is against us."

"Make ready!" A soldier warned the others around the King and Eomer. Amongst the ranks of the Riders, paced the anxious woman of Rohan. Helmet-less, her wavy curls of blonde hair was tucked into her green cloak and armor enabling a presence of a woman among the men. The small hobbit sat nearby on a rock, quietly eating white bread as his hazel eyes watched the woman before him.

Suddenly the woman paused from the patrol of her impatience, "Take heart Merry. It will soon be over."

Merry studied Eowyn carefully whilst squinting from the blinding glare of the sun. Her conflicting voice and expression of her face made the hobbit realize that the woman is starting to have doubts. What she had said to him out loud was actually what she is trying to convince herself.