Chasing out of Pride

[eomer]

His eyes flew open and his body jumped up in his bed. Sitting up right he looked around and even though everything was spinning at first he quickly realised where he was. His room in Edoras, there was a headache feeling as if someone was mining iron from his head. Trying to think how he had gotten here he was only greeted with a shot of pain and a hole in his memory.

When everything around him stopped moving he shook his head and slowly got out of his bed. Walking, well rather stumbling towards the window he drew a deep breath and focused on the rising sun. “What the bloody hell happened? I can’t remember how I got here. But I do remember why I left Edoras a few days ago.”

Eomer continued walking but this time towards the other side of the room, towards the door and down towards the main hall, where he was greeted by King Theodon who informed him of the past events. Shaking his head in disbelieve he cursed through clenched teeth. “How could I have allowed this to happen. I just can’t believe that I have been out a full day.” Turning to his king he bowed and spoke in that same heroic voice he used to rally his men.

“My lord I will ride out and capture Aizreal. I will not return until I’ve found her.” With a final nod he walked to his room to gather his belongings. Having to take a different sword into battle was making him feel rather naked. He had considered his sword an extension of his arm and not being able to rely on it for the moment was not a good feeling. He would of course get it back, he wouldn’t allow her to ride around with his sword and his horse.

Yes another surprise as he realised that she had not only knocked him out cold but also took his horse. “That blasted woman. How dares she steal from me like that.” Mounting the horse closest to him he ordered his Eored to stand down as he wanted to ride out alone. It’s a macho thing, Eomer wants to prove that he’s a great general, that he’s capable of leading and protecting his people. He was perfectly aware of the fact that he would be taking his uncle’s place should his uncle die.

Riding through the wooden gates from the city of Edoras he placed his heels in the horses sides to rush it towards the east. Riding for many miles and hours he felt his head grow heavy and his hands to lose their strong grip on the reigns. Shaking his head to stay awake he stopped his worse and dismounted. He would continue his search in the morning, not knowing that he was resting in the same place where he was knocked out cold.

Waking up to the first light of day he crawled up and mounted his horse again. Checking the area his eyes fell upon the hoof prints in the muddy slopes between the rocks. A grin came to his face as he recognised the hoofs from his own horse. “You can run but you can’t hide Aizreal, I will find you and you will pay for what you did;”

[Aizreal]

Well you just come on you mangy beast.."

It was a humilating sight. What was the use of stealing a beast of burden if the fowl beast bucked each time you tried to ride it. Had she believed that such things existed she would have thought Eomer had placed a hex on that horse to act up and buck at her.. Though as if things could get worse the horse was un-predictable it was one thing to be a all out beast and just act bad.. If that was the case than Aizreal would have killed it for the meat a bit ago but the thing was the horse of course was as tempermental as her owner she was calm and ride friendly for a bit and then out of blue or more like surrounded by tree's or being forced to climb something steep the horse would act up this time it was a small brook of water.

Leaning back with all her might she she hissed at the horse the reigns tight in her grasp.. " Damn will you just come on you Nag.. Honestly it is just a bit of water.. COME ON"

The horse reached forward just enough to dip it's head long enough to go for that 15th drink of water..

"come on what are you a camel.. COME ON... "

Aizreal hissed at the horse and gave an annoyed rip fo the reigns this time the horse decided to strike back. It seemed like it was waiting for some lacks in the reign as the second it got it it reered up on its hind legs dragging Aizreal head first into the murky water. that she found was in some places deeper than 2 feet.

Thankful for the water as it did serve to muffle her extremely girlish scream as it was very cold. She drew herself to her knee's wiping her hair from her face she coughed out some water and glared at the horse that looked as if it might have just cracked a smile..

"Ohhh Yes.. Enjoy you little acts now..The minute I can.. I will trade you to some place that has LARGE HOOKS..."

She drew her composer and went about gathering her horse but as she took a step forward the thing started to run not knowing that it was running in a direction that would lead to someone that could cause her a world of trouble.

[eomer]

The sound of hoofs echoed between the many trees of the thick forest. Looking up he saw the white manes of his own horse appear from the gathering darkness of the forest. A soft grin came to his lips as he realised that his beloved horse had caught his scent and knew what to do. You just build a bond with a horse if you spent so many years together, and this was the prove that he had been taken excellent care of his horse.

He made his horse, the one that Aizreal stole stand still, as he pulled the other horse deeper into the forest, preparing for an ambush. It didn’t take long before he heard her approach his horse, cursing it and yelling insults towards his horse. Eomer shook his head and sighed, that would never work, she had to be gentle and show the horse that she will be kind and taking care of it.

Remaining low he snuck closer towards her, appearing behind her he drew his sword as silently as possible, of course the sound of metal sliding against metal was heard but before she could turn he had placed the tip of his sword against the back of her neck.

“I have to admit that you’re pretty good at escaping captivity, but you suck at remaining free. Every time you seem to be caught, by me, by Boromir, again by me.” He smiled and pulled his sword a few inches back towards him. “Turn around Aizreal, and this don’t try to escape, you must realise by now that it’s just a waste of energy. Why don’t you just accept that you’re my captive and you’ll be taken back to Edoras where you will be locked up and be given bread and water. You must admit that sounds good, no? While if you’re out here in the wilderness you might find yourself being attacked by all sorts of things, Orcs, Wargs, Trolls and many more. You won’t even be certain if you’re getting a good meal or not. You will be falling asleep with the feeling of hunger gnawing at your stomach, you will wake up smelling of the animal piss. You won’t be welcomed anywhere. It won’t be like that when you just give up and accept your captivity.” Eomer grinned and gave a little push with the point of his sword against her shoulder.

[Aizreal]

She knew just when to let go to avoid trouble after all a horse could be replaced when she came to the next un-expecting camp as most of the time riders didn't realize a missing horse till it was to late and the theft was complete and she was well on her way.

Though that foul beast deserved a dull blade like nothing she had ever met before a twist of thought pulled to her mind.. Strangely the beast suited it's master it had his passionate thirst to do little more than anger her to the brink of insanity.

Caught in a strange day dream about gutting the beast she lost precious time but it seemed that the more time she lingered in their reality the more she became like the very thing she hated. Before she came into the captain's path these strange feelings weren't a problem it seemed that his humanity was a plague that rusted away the exterior of one that needed that wall to survive each moment he spent in her presence was damning her completely now it was a matter of when and where it would finally end and who would go first.

Smell is a thing that lingers waiting to drag up memories of things that deep down your hoping to forget. That as the truth that came to her as she smelled his musky scent in the air that surrounding her faster than his legs or that horse could bring him she knew she had to move or suffer the consequence that seemed her to pay anyway.

Without waiting another moment she turned on foot and as quickly as she could she scrambled up the green path each step given away by either birds or other forest animals that delighted in betraying her position as even squirrel disappeared up the tops of tree's to chirp and squeak. Till it came that sick dreaded feeling that he had caught up.

Hearing his words only served as she was sure they were intended she grew furious not only at herself but more so at him...

"Why don't I accept defeat... Why do you waste time asking question that you know full will never be answered.. I at least know when to fight it seems rather odd that a captain should talk so much when he is called to action.. Then again perhaps you were promoted for the sheer purpose of getting rid of a nuisance.. I know a better way. "

She rested her eyes on him coldly as she quickly grabbed the blade cutting herself she drove the hilt hard against his nose and with a well placed knee to a groin which he should have had the sense to protect she left him very much she had left him times prior.. Pulling the sword from his hand she looked about wanting to end the life of that fowl beast that no doubt lead the foolish one to her.

[eomer]

The cutting, burning pain between his legs, a pain he had hated all his life, had returned once more. Clenching his teeth together he grabbed his crotch and fell forward onto his knees. He kept his eyes down as she walked towards the horse, carrying his sword. He didn’t trust her and the look she had in her eyes seconds before she turned her back to him meant nothing positive.

He forced himself to rise up again, to get onto his feet and make sure that she would not spill any more blood. His eyes narrowed to focus on her instead of on the pain. His legs trembling as he took his first steps. The kick between his legs hadn’t been a friendly one, and after having received several hits in that VERY fragile area he hoped everything was still working well.

Eomer shook his head to clear his mind and charged towards her, his fist drawn back to get more strength and with a well aimed punch right in the middle of her back he brought her down onto her knees.

Knowing perfectly well that a simple attack like that was not enough to stop her, he grabbed the sword from her hands and used the hilt to hit her forehead three times. “You see, you’re no match for me Aizreal. I am just too powerful for you. You know what your problem is. You don’t know when to stop. You see you have escaped and escaped and escaped, well you tried to and well lets face it you managed to get at lest several miles away. But you always end up being caught. Get it through that thick head of yours Aizreal, you can not escape from me. I took you prisoner at that forest edge near Isengard. Your knowledge of potions was something I didn’t expect and it cost me my sword. But it made me that much more wise and has taught me to plan things better. And now you lie here again at my mercy. I could drive the sharp end of my sword through your stomach and watch you bleed to death. But seeing as I’m not an Orc or any other of your former friends, I do not enjoy to see you suffer. So instead I’ll give you another hit with the hilt of my sword.

Eomer laughed as he dragged her towards a tree and bound her hands to the tree. “We’ll be departing soon and then you’ll be home again, in my room. Where of course I will have to feed you if you disrespect my people again.” He smiled and patted her head softly. “Aren’t you looking forward to that luxurious couch of yours, that soft pillow and being able to sleep insect free.” Eomer’s expression turned to a disgusting one as he looked over her body, it weren’t the female curves that disgusted him, it were her clothes. All dirty and even some holls in them. Shaking his head Eomer gave a sigh. “You know the woman of Edoras will be able to make you some nice clothes, all I have to do is ask them but you of course need to proof that you respect me and my people first.”