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Title: Memories of a King (#3006)
Author: krazykataave
Chapters: 4

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Archive: Tolkien
Category: Alternate Universe (AU)
Description: Eomer's burdens begin to threaten his kingship until the only hope for Rohan's future is for her king to confront the memories of his past and accept his destiny.
Published: 24 Oct 2006
Updated: 10 Nov 2006
Warnings: Violence, angst
Type: Angst
Characters: Eomer


Chapter 1 - The Beginning

Empath: the action of understanding, being aware of, being sensitive to, and vicariously experiencing the feelings, thoughts, and experience of another of either the past or present without having the feelings, thoughts, and experience fully communicated in an objectively explicit manner; also: the capacity for this.
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His people were well – for now. Elfhelm had reported that the Rohirrim were beginning to rebuild their homes and plant what crops could be salvaged into scorched earth. Weather anything would come from the stoicism of his people Eomer did not know, but they had to have hope. What they could not grow themselves before the coming wintering months Gondor would supply. This first winter would be hard, but the Rohirrim would survive just as they had done for generations. Just as they had done under Théoden King though the king’s mind was often not with his people. That thought gave the young king some hope, but it was fleeting. Eomer had a lot of things to come to terms with now that he was king and the weight of them was crushing his broad back. It was too much to bear at times and he felt inadequate to take the throne; but there was no other choice. He would just have to swallow his own fears and worries and focus on his people, several groups of which were in attendance with him now upon Cormallen.

His eored and their families were with him at Cormallen, those that were not in the healing houses of Minas Tirith. Even some of his uncle’s old advisors and their families had joined the eored and himself at the celebrations. The uneasiness Eomer got from a few of his uncle’s advisors did nothing to help calm his nerves. He had survived the treason of Grima, fought in the many battles for the freedom of Middle Earth, had lived through the assault on the Black Gate, but how would he do when confronted with those that had long sought to destroy his family and himself? Surly they would not be plotting against him now, not with Grima out of the way and especially not with a strong ally in Aragorn and Gondor. But who knew what went through people’s minds when the thought of absolute power possessed them. What were they capable of and how far would they take it to achieve their means? How strong would he be if indeed an attack did come? Was he even fit to rule? No one had opposed him, so far. Eomer pushed those worries back into the shadows of his already burdened mind. As he paced in his tent he knew that Rohan was well represented in Gondor; minus the few advisors that sent chills down his spine. And this was good since Rohan would be relying heavily on Gondor’s generosity for a while. Again his thoughts brought up something else that was eating at him. Relying on Gondor did not bother him. What ate at him was the question of weather his people would survive the wintering months, even with Gondor’s help. His thoughts drifted to other things now and an overwhelming sense of dread came to him. He had to get out of his tent for a while and knew where he would go.

Eomer’s heart was heavy as he walked toward the fire where a few of his eored and their Gondorian brothers-in-arms had gathered for impromptu revelry. If only Eowyn would have found it in her heart to attend these festivities then he would not feel so alone. What was running through her mind he feared to guess? Had she forgiven him for his harsh words, for his doubt of her? He had only meant to protect her, and he had failed. Thinking back over the past few months he realized it was not the only thing he had failed at. He had failed to keep Theodred, Rohan’s proper heir, alive. He had failed to rid his uncle of the foul influences caused by Grima. He had failed to protect those he had sworn an oath to. He had failed his eored. Everywhere he looked he saw his failure and now he was king! Eomer wanted to dismiss that thought, wanted to throw off the yoke of kingship but he could not. There was no way out for him now. Faced with the daunting tasks he wished he had been allowed a heroes death. His courage was on the battlefield, not ruling Rohan.

His men greeted him warmly as he walked up, offering him mead and meat. The Gondorians, mostly Swan Knights since the revelry this time was in Imrahil’s encampment, gave the king the utmost respect giving up the best seat at the fire to him. Everyone respected and looked up to Rohan’s young king but that did not ease Eomer’s soul. If anything it only made him more restless to be able, due to position, to command such an audience when he did not even truly know his own self.

Lothiriel and Erchirion were drawn out of their tent by the revelry around the fire. Looking out upon so many friends, Swan Knights and newfound Rohirrim companions, merrymaking made the prince and princess’ heart light.

“You should join them brother,” she said as she felt Erchirion’s urge to take part in the festivities.

“I do not wish to make this gathering a formal affair.”

“A formal affair? Do you really think that highly of yourself brother,” she said mischievously? “It would become a formal affair if I attended but they would recognize you as one of their own and not the middle prince of Dol Amroth.”

“I prefer my sister’s company tonight,” he said sincerely. He had been worried about her change in demeanor for the past few days and had wanted to observe her to see if he could catch what was out of place.

They sat obscured in the shadows, not wanting to bring the party to a formal level by the princess’ presence, and watched. When Eomer showed up both siblings took a keen interest in him.

“Have you ever seen such sadness, such guilt and doubt in a man before sister,” Erchirion asked? “I am not half as aware as you and yet I sense Eomer’s dark moods.”

Lothiriel turned an inquisitive eye to her brother.

“I have not embraced anything Lothiriel.” He wanted to make sure that she was not misunderstanding him. “Though I can not help but to feel things strongly sometimes I have learned to block them in the rare instances they do come. Besides it would not take an empath to see how the king suffers, he wears it like a mantle.”

Imrahil’s children were sitting at the flap of their tent watching those around the bonfire. The fire illuminated Eomer’s features and her brother was right, the king of Rohan was deeply troubled and wore it to where anyone who cared about his fellow man could see it. His eyes were filled with sadness and completely lifeless, the forced smile on his lips looked like it would break at any moment into the oft seen frown. He was not yet 30 Lothiriel guessed and yet his face was lined with worry making him look much older. So sad too because she thought he could be quiet handsome if he would just relax and smile once in a while. But his duties would never allow for him to relax; not until he confronted his past, learned from it and looked forward to his future. Which Lothiriel knew he would never do on his own. She sighed a little bit at her last thought.

She turned back to her brother. Eomer had depressed her heavily but Erchirion had annoyed her greatly by speaking of their special ability as a curse. They were descended from elves, so of course they would have some residual awareness of things around them. Erchirion was just being daft now and Lothiriel was keen to put him in his place.

“It is not a curse brother. Not if handled wisely,” she was quick to add. Erchirion had created doubt in her mind now. “Father has it, Faramir uses it, Alphros seems to be developing it so why would you not have it?”

“I do not want it,” he said hastily! “Look at how much strife and grief it has caused Faramir, how many troubled nights you have experienced from it. No, I am not strong enough to wield this empathy.”

She looked at him blankly, “No you are not strong enough brother.” Then awkward silence as each turned back to watch the crowd before them.

Softly she said, “And I am beginning to believe I am not strong enough either.”

Erchirion looked at his sister, not believing the words she just spoke. “You are jesting with me. You have developed you skill for almost two decades. I do not know of anyone, not even in the tales of old that has used it and controlled it as well as you.”

“I struggle to control it of late brother. They are so many voices, so many emotions running through everyone all the time now that I get confused, even sick.”

“War has made us all fatigued sister dear, you are no exception. I do not know how you still manage to get up in the mornings after spending all day guiding our people through their nightmares. But you do and for that our kingdom is grateful.”

He had no idea how difficult it was for her to guide their people after the war. Though she did not see the war firsthand and had not even stepped foot into Minas Tirith until after the final victory she had seen every horror her people saw. She had experienced it through the eyes of battled hardened soldiers who had to hew down the enemy, be they foul beast or fellow man. Heard their anguish when they had to leave their brothers-in-arms bodies bloody and broken upon the fields where they fell. Felt their fear and pain when it was their time to take another’s life. Lothiriel had heard the sounds of flesh tearing, smelled the stench of gore, felt slippery blood on her body and knew that those sensations would never abate from the memories of the victorious warriors. But it was not just the soldier’s experiences that she had experienced. The enemy had orders to leave nothing untouched and they had followed their orders flawlessly until the very end. What the civilians of Minas Tirith had to endure through the beginning of the battle to the end was horrifying and as the princess helped molested women and children deal with the emotional toil she had become weak. All the crimes against humanity she witnessed them as if they were happening to her. She felt the pain, humiliation, terror, dread, hopelessness, sorrow, and death that her people went through in Minas Tirith. It was a testament to the human condition that people still could function after living through such difficult, horrifying times. And she would have to continue to function as well. Her people would not break and neither would she.

Erchirion saw that his sister had gone into her own deep thoughts and let her stay there a while before he asked, “Are you ready to retire for the night sister dear?”

Shaken out of her memories and thoughts she offered him her hand. Helping her up he put a protective arm around her as they started back inside the tent. He had always felt it his duty to protect her when he could. Not so much protection but offer her support when she needed. And he sensed that she needed his support now.

“I think I could go to sleep now,” she said giving one last look back toward the fire and the brooding king. “I do hope he finds himself before it is too late,” she thought to herself. Tomorrow she would speak to her father and see what he thought about allowing her to help Eomer, if she could, find his way.

Loridrea’s heart skipped when she saw the king step out of his tent and walk away. Where was he going? She had patiently waited for her chance to introduce herself for days and he was walking away from her! Not wanting to loudly call out to him and draw attention to herself she decided to follow in his footsteps; observe him from afar while she worked up the courage to greet him so informally. Her father had suggested that she might be a suitable match for the king and with his words her imagination ran rampant with possibilities! It was highly likely, since she was the daughter of one of Théoden’s most trusted lords, that she should have the opportunity to be Rohan’s queen. She had convinced herself that no one else would be able to claim such heritage among her people as she and therefore was assured queenship.

Eomer was very attractive, even when he was the Marshal of the Mark the women of her village found him very handsome and vied for his affections. Now most of those women were struggling to put their lives back together and Eomer was the last thing on their minds; which only worked out well for her situation. She had been one of the luckier ones; with her father being an esteemed lord in Meduseld during the king’s ill times her family was spared from having their belongings and livestock plundered. This fact had caused some resentment among their neighbors in the village and their talk had bothered Loridrea. But her father was resolute that they had merely been lucky. At least that was what he said when she had found the courage to ask him why they were spared. None of that mattered now, she had been lucky and now she had a purpose to fulfill and the king looked as if he was in desperate need of her company. Loridrea pulled her gown down lower on her shoulders and pushed her bust up making sure the ample cleavage would be seen by the king. Smoothing her hair and dress out she put on the biggest smile she could muster and walked toward him. Her heart beat quickly but she did not hesitate now, her future as queen loomed before her.

“My lord king,” she said as she bowed low before him giving him a straight view down the front of her gown. “You look tired and so sad. Is there anything I can do for my king?”

He was not in the mood for a woman’s charms tonight. Lately he had not been wanting for women at all; there were too many other conflicts to deal with. Why would he invite anymore trouble into his life? And this woman, any woman would be huge trouble. Though something more primal than his rational thought stirred within him at seeing her blatant display of flesh he had to turn this maiden away. He was king now and he could not, even if he wanted to, jump into bed or a relationship with someone at random. The consequences would be too great to contemplate if he messed around with the wrong lord’s daughter.

When would this get easy? What did his people, his advisors, his friends expect of him? Why would no one tell him what he needed to do to quiet his inner demons? Or direct him onto the path that would lead his people to prosperity? The thoughts came quickly and unwelcomed into his mind. That hopeless feeling was coming again. The feeling that he was alive with energy and would explode inside if he did not do something was strong! It was sheer terror and panic that consumed him now! He had to do something to rid himself of this horrible sinking feeling. He sought for a distraction, any distraction to quiet his mind and body. He focused his mind on Loridrea’s sweet voice and pleasant scent and decided that she might be able to help him – at least for now.

Loridrea told herself to remain calm. She was in her lord’s tent and it was well into the night. It was the time where she could be viewed as a whore instead of the future queen by the wrong people but she did not care. All she had to do was spend the night and after that even the king would not be able to dismiss her claim easily. But she did not want to come across as a complete whore and decided to let him make the moves, she would just supply the charm. She began to rub her tiny hands over his tunic and down his thighs.

“This begs to be taken off my king.”

Eomer now had no doubt that she intended only to help herself to him and his kingdom. He turned and caught her hands.

“Nay my lady, I will leave it on.”

He had to think of something to get this maid’s attention. He needed to send her off but desired company, anyone’s company. But he had to proceed with extreme caution as well. Eomer would not allow this whore to claim anything but his most sincere hospitality.

“Since you are so eager to use your hands on my body I can think of another part that would be pleased to receive your touch.”

Yes, that would be acceptable and he would use her as the whore she was coming across as. His queen would be dignified and refined, and would not act so improperly and disrespectfully toward him. Loridrea had lured him away from the merrymaking with seductive gestures and words heard only by him. Yes he had been taken by them then, because he longed to quiet his mind. Now she was just annoying him and his mind still raced, at least there was another sensation in his body besides the one of panic.

She heard her king’s suggestion but did not listen. Her experience with men, especially one as powerful as her king, was small. Right now she would have to focus and think what exactly he meant before she acted. Instead she ran her hands underneath his tunic.

“My battle hardened king; your scars are so many.”

There were many of them now as she ran her hands down his back. His entire back was covered in them, so were his sides and a few on his chest. He felt disgusting with his flawed skin but she focused herself on what this conquest would mean to her tomorrow. He had after all been in many battles; his body was bound to be completely covered with them. She only had to stake her claim tonight she told herself. This thought gave her the courage to follow his suggestion that another part would be eager to receive her touch.

He could not do this! He did not want her and now as both were naked in the pale moonlight he had to stop this! There were too many other conflicts going on in his life right now that even sex with a beautiful woman could not quiet. He could not get hard no matter how Loridrea had applied her charms. At least one thing was working in Eomer’s favor; he was glad for the lack of light in his tent, she would not see his hideously scared body in this light, though he had no doubt she felt them. Now he had added another conflict to his life, one that he had vowed he would not add. Not being able to perform tonight with Loridrea would lead people to question his virility and ability to produce an heir. No doubt this woman would talk and talk loudly of her night with the king and the rumors would begin taking off like wild fire. He got up from his playmate and dressed quickly before her.

“My apologies miss, I have other things to attend to tonight. Please dress and show yourself out.” Curt and to the point, even she would have to get the meaning of his words.

He walked out of his tent and took a seat on a stump before a smoldering fire. He put his head in his hands and began to think dark thoughts. A moment later Loridrea was behind him, holding him in her small arms and placing kisses on his covered shoulders and back.

“What troubles you my lord,” she purred? “Did I do something to offend you?” She was not going to give up that easily and she had to know what she did wrong.

He did not desire to talk to her about anything, she was just a failed attempt to quiet his mind but now it seemed that indeed he had invited trouble and she would not leave. It was only now, and much too late, that he realized whose daughter she was. He wanted to rip her father’s head off for his betrayal to his uncle while under Grima’s influence! Her whole family was traitors to Rohan as far as he was concerned and now he had almost slept with her! Almost let her ruin his reputation as king! His anger was intense and he tried to control it in front of Loridrea as much as possible. After all she might be a traitor’s daughter but she probably did not know of her father’s betrayal to his country or king. He feared his control was slipping and he pushed her away, quiet hard.

Lothiriel had been violently awakened by something angry and hateful, not the usual emotions associated with her nightmares. Who ever was experiencing these emotions was a danger and had to be calmed. Quickly putting on her robe she slipped out of the tent and followed blindly the inner voice that guided her. Getting closer she heard a woman sobbing then the voices entered her head, assaulting her from all directions. People were having nightmares and she was hearing them all, feeling them all! The voices persisted and then the emotions attacked her, never had she dealt with such violent emotions before and she felt her resolve draining away!

“Focus Lothiriel, focus,” she said to herself and then one voice grew stronger until it had quieted the others in her head. Her mother’s voice helped Lothiriel find her calm. It was her mother who had imparted her empathy onto her daughter years ago and now she lingered, somewhere in the farthest corner of the princess’ mind. Lothiriel continued her path and came across Eomer and Loridrea.

The woman was not hurt, shaken but unharmed by the king. Lothiriel picked up on the girl’s stubborn resolve and self pity for an instant and then turned to the larger problem. Eomer was the source of hate, anger, guilt, and loathing that had woken her from her sleep. She probed deeply into his soul trying to find the trigger that would make him reasonable to speak with. She could only find bitterness and then it seemed as if he was trying to shut her out! No one had ever done that, a few had tried to no avail but King Eomer was successfully blocking her. The next thing she knew she was penned to the ground by the king’s body, his hand tightly gripped around her neck blocking her air.

She had not even seen him coming! Lothiriel did not panic at the situation; years of training herself to her gift now came in handy. One could not panic when confronted with hostility, one had to counteract it with a counterattack and she knew of one that had been useful in the past. She hoped it would work now. She kept repeating the word, “calm” over and over, feeling it in the depths of her soul, projecting it into Eomer. But it was not working! Lothiriel could only stay conscious a few more seconds and now panic filled her!

What was he doing? He knew he held Imrahil’s daughter forcefully by the throat and he could see her gasping for air. But he could not force himself to let her go. He was killing her and nothing in his soul was stopping him! A voice came to him in his head and the next instant he was standing in a green field, Imrahil’s daughter was standing before him not gasping for air as he slowly choked her to death.

“Where am I?”

“In the East Mark I believe. This is where you are happiest.”

“This is not real, take me back!”

“This is real, real in your memories. Listen to the birds, the wind, smell the grass beneath you Eomer. This is where you long to be and now you are here.”

“You are a witch!” He lunged for her but she simply disappeared.

“I am only trying to help you Eomer. Yet you are murdering me.” Her disembodied voice echoed over the Mark. “Take refuge here for a while.”

It might be have been a sorceress’ ruse but he was feeling more relaxed. The more he relaxed the more he became aware of things around him. It truly was the East Mark! The East Mark from his childhood!

“Eomer let me go,” her voice was whisper quiet. He was aware his limbs were heavy and he wanted to rest.

Imrahil sat teary eyed by his daughter’s lifeless form. Her physical body stilled functioned but her essence was far away, probably with Eomer’s. Eomer had come very close to killing her, but he was now completely catatonic. The prince knew that Lothiriel had taken Eomer somewhere to calm his rage but he had rendered her unconscious before she could bring him back. Lothiriel was lost somewhere with the mighty King of Rohan. A very angry, guilt ridden king whose inner demons Imrahil could not begin to imagine, he knew she was strong and he hoped she would be alright.


Chapter 2 - Eomund

Lothiriel was uncertain where they were but she kept hearing the word ‘Aldburg’ running through Eomer’s mind. What ever this place was to Eomer the emotions brought about by it ranged from sadness to happiness and everything in between. She remembered from her lessons that Aldburg was Eomer’s home, his base of operations while he was marshal. Lothiriel also realized that he was slightly calmer now and she decided to talk to him. Draw information out from him that might be helpful as she tried to figure out the best way to help the king.

Trying to relax him she said, “So this is Aldburg.” She gazed along with the king at the structures before her.

“Yes, it is,” Eomer said coldly to her. “Why have you brought me here,” he demanded to know?

“This is where you wanted to be,” Lothiriel said softly trying to calm him down with her voice. “I had to do something to calm you; you were killing me. Aldburg was the strongest memory that I sensed so I brought you here.”

“Take me back!” She sensed he was contemplating choking her again.

“You must decide when to go back. There are many memories you have long hidden and they have festered inside you until they have emotional crippled you in the real world. Face them here learn from them, and then we will be able to go back.”

She was just basing her words on experience; but she had a feeling that this was different. Eomer had successfully blocked her from probing his mind when they were in the real world. The king had shown ability not unlike her own but he was not able to control it. It was not impossible for him to be empathetic; after all they did share a common ancestor who was descended from elves. So it was possible that the King of Rohan was dormant in his abilities, which would make him even more dangerous if she did not proceed with caution. Especially if he had neglected his ability for so long while sliding down such a slippery slope with repressed emotions. It took patience, and skill for Lothiriel to control her empathy; and she had an easier life compared to the king. Finishing her thoughts she knew one thing for certain, Eomer was a dangerous threat to himself and her. At any moment he could waken his slumbering ability and what the outcome would be she could not guess. But it would not be good.

Eomer was angry at Prince Imrahil’s daughter! She had used her black magic to take his soul to this place but she was there as well. If he did not cause further harm perhaps he could persuade her to release him from this enchantment. But she seemed to be able to read his mind and would know what he was up to. However he could block her out so now he had to decide what to do. Finally he decided that he would play along with the witch for now and find his own way to break her enchantment. Even under enchantment his life was not easy! What if he ended up killing his friend and ally’s daughter? Imrahil was an outstanding man; Lothiriel had shown her father’s qualities during the few brief instances they had met; so why was she doing this to him?

As they walked along he remembered something now about Imrahil’s family, something he had heard while with Eowyn in the healing house. The Prince of Dol Amroth had certain abilities that the healers wanted to use to help some of the soldiers that were not responsive to their care. He had not seen Imrahil at work himself but he had seen the improvement of those that the prince had attended to. What if Lothiriel was like her father? Another quandary to work out he thought. Perhaps he should listen to the princess. He turned his attention to the woman beside him and was astounded to feel worry, fear, and uneasiness coming from her! She was just as scared and confused as he was, though like him she did not show it on the outside. Why was he feeling these things from her?

Lothiriel found herself staring at the king in shock! They were reading each other’s emotions!

“So you will listen to me.” She said quietly not sensing rage from him now.

“What choice do I have?” He was not kind as he spoke but he knew she understood.

“You are here because you wanted to come.”

“So I have to face my memories here in order to get back to the real world,” he said curtly.

“I believe so.” Lothiriel was not so sure now since Eomer was exercising empathic abilities as well. She did not know what would happen but decided it best to continue as she had done countless times before.

He was about to be tested; coming through the gate toward them was his father and his eored. The king remembered this scene, though he had been but a child when he first experienced it. His father Eomund had returned from dispatching Orcs and little Eomer wondered why everyone was so sad that his father and his eored had returned. They had come home, so why were people upset? Then he noticed the three riderless horses and he knew why this return was not a happy one. What Eomer could not understand was why his parents fought so angrily that evening. Their screams had caused his baby sister to start crying and he stayed in the nursery with her, listening to his mother scream at his father and his father yell back at her. By next day his parents acted as if no argument had occurred, things were right between them. But little Eomer would not forget their fight and years later the anxiety it had caused in him still came back to him when he heard arguments. Funny that a warrior would be bothered by arguing, but it bothered him more then he let on. He was weak, he told himself.

Eomer tensed inwardly as his father came up to him.

“Speak to him Eomer.”

“You bewitch me woman and I will not play into your trap!” Forget playing along or trying to understand what this woman was doing to him. His father was dead; this scene was not something he wanted to confront. If this was what the witch meant by facing his memories then he had been completely wrong about her goodwill. She meant to drive him insane and he would not allow her to take his sanity.

“Eomer,” his father shouted enthusiastically at him!

Eomer turned to look at Lothiriel but she was gone. He should have killed her outright he thought and then hated himself for allowing something that vile to cross his mind. He had only a second to decide what to do and he decided to speak with his father. It looked as if it would be the only way he could get out of this enchantment.

“My son, you are grown!” Eomund hugged his son tightly.

Eomer was confused. This memory happened to him when he was young, but his father now acknowledged him as grown. The witch’s voice came to him urging him to speak with his father.

“Father it has been so long,” he was choking back tears. He had not expected tears to come to him, he had been much too angry for them. But now as the scene before him became solid he was allowing other emotions to issue forth from him; whether he wanted them to or not.

“Yes it has but look at you. You are a fine man my son and now king as well. I am proud of you! I always knew you would grow up to be a man worthy of esteem.”

This could not be a memory; his father was talking to him as a grown man.

“Eomer, the memory is real,” her voice came to him. “The rest is your own subconscious desiring to come out. Speak with him and find out what you desire to know.”


His father’s words upset him. Yes he was king but he was not ready to be so, should not be so. How could anyone be proud of him? He had accomplished nothing and did not know how to accomplish anything.

“Come, let us talk for a while. There is much I sense you want to know.” His father escorted him away from the eored and toward Aldburg.

There were some sad memories that were staying on the outskirts for now, which was well since Lothiriel was still too weak to keep them away from him if they decided to invade the peaceful scene. Eomer had failed to kill her in real life but he was making it almost assured in his dream world that she would not survive. If she did not survive then he would be lost in this world of his memories until he died; and the Rohirrim usually lived to be in their mid-80s if war did not kill them first. She was getting angry now that because of him she should die. But it was her own fault that created this place to begin with. Maybe his father would talk sense into his son. If Eomer would not believe he too was just part of her enchantment. When she saw him again she would tell him that if she died so did he so he had better try to accept her help.

“Father you do not know me,” Eomer said dejectedly. “I am not the fine man you believe me to be. I am not fit to be king,” his temper was rising!

“You are Rohan’s King Eomer and you will serve your people,” Eomund argued back to him.

“I could not protect the Eastfold! Because of me Theodred and Théoden are dead! Eowyn despises me! My recklessness in battle cost many lives! Rohan was molested and her people suffered all while I was suppose to protect them! I have failed at everything I have tried to achieve father. How can you call me you son? Can you not see I am not worthy of even a dogs love?!”

“You have sought out my help and I am going to give it Eomer,” again Eomund’s voice was stern.

“No, I did not seek your help. I did not seek any of this it is that witch Lothiriel that has corrupted my mind and soul!”

“This Lothiriel, is she the one you attacked?”

ARGH! His father brought up his latest failure, even more recent then sleeping with Loridrea! “Yes,” Eomer was angry and showed it by knocking some books off the table.

“She is trying to help you Eomer and you will hear me out son.” His father’s words were stern and cold and told the king that he would listen to his father or there would be consequences.

“You, Eomer son protected those with no hope at Helm’s Deep. Your loyalty and disobedience to your uncle kept many villages near the Gap of Rohan safe. You strengthened Théoden’s heart once he was renewed. Theodred depended on you Eomer and you never once let him down. You are not to blame for his death; those that plotted evil deeds are responsible. Tell me who helped Théoden turn the tide on the battlefield? It was Eomer’s love that brought his sister back from the brink of death. You have renewed the Oath and Théoden has made you his heir. You have accomplished much my son in your short years of life. You have given much hope where there was none and you have shown again and again the character of a proud Rohirrim, of the kings of old.”

As much as he fought to dismiss his father’s words he realized that there was truth in them. For the first time he had been given his accomplishments and coming from his father they seemed like deeds worthy of the old kings. But he knew that most of those accomplishments were of luck only. He felt himself to impulsive, to insufficient to actually achieve anymore.

Eomund saw his son’s disappointment return and knew what troubled him. For all his accomplishments to his people he had still been reckless, impulsive, and threw caution to the wind.

“Do you remember the day I did not return from my rounds?”

Eomer shook his head yes. It was the day that turned his world upside down.

Eomund continued, “I rode out with only a handful of eored pursing the Orcs that had slaughter our horses. Your mother and I had fought several times in the past because of my constant of rushing out to fight instead of taking time to prepare. She said I was impulsive, not cautious and rode to few men. And she was right.”

Eomer could not believe he heard his father’s words correctly. As a child he always thought his father cautious. Eomund had always protected them and now to hear that his father was not the careful man he had always assumed shocked him.

“Because of my impulsiveness I went straight into an ambush. You had to deal with the long term of my actions that day. You are not impulsive Eomer, you let your emotions take control that day on the field and who could blame you? You believed you were alone and did not care for living anymore. An honorable death in battle was what you craved, and it did not come. Do you think that the fates did not plan your rescue? You have a purpose Eomer and that purpose is to rule Rohan, protect Rohan as you have risen to do in the past.”

“You know why your mother and I argued that night? It was because she feared for me. It was because she did not want to face the coming dire times without me and she knew that I would never change my ways. That I would always throw caution to the wind in the heat of the chase. We fought because we loved each other so much that we could not see life without one another or our children. And then I rode out not a week later never to come back. I betrayed your mother’s trust in me, I failed you and Eowyn as a father and protector and I failed my king. I have my failings Eomer we all do and we all have to deal with them. Deal with them and then let them go Eomer.”

His father disappeared from him and he was standing once again in the Eastfold with Imrahil’s daughter before him.

“Eomer you have to help us. You have to trust me. If you continue to fight me I will fail in this world and in the real one. Please try to understand I mean to help you.” She sensed no ill will from him this time. She felt stronger!

Imrahil jumped when he heard his daughter moan lowly and move to rest on her side.

“Lothiriel, Lothiriel please fight,” he whispered to her as she fell back into whatever state she had previously been held in.

Back in his memory world he was still reeling from his conversation with his father.

“Relax for a moment Eomer,” she said as they walked in an unknown direction. There were no directions here, just Eomer’s memories of his land.

“I am sorry,” it was short and curt but it helped him feel less guilty. “What is happening to me?” He thought it best to ask the witch what she had done to him rather then confront her in hostility. Honestly after his conversation with his father he was feeling drained but invigorated.

“Have you ever heard of empathy? By my ancestors I have come to possess an unusual ability with it. This world we are in now is created by your memories. I was trying to find something deep inside you that would calm your negative emotions; then you attacked me. I did not know what else to do so I brought us both here thinking it would calm you enough so that you would see reason. I was wrong, you choked the last breath out of me and I went unconscious before I could pull us out. I also believe you might have the ability as well,” she continued.

He stopped them. Looking in her eyes he said, “I am truly sorry Lothiriel for my actions.” He was not thinking about whether he had the same ability as the princess now or not. Something wonderful had happened speaking to his father and if it was connected to this empathy the princess spoke of then so be it.

“I believe you Eomer. Now all I have to do is get enough strength up to wake up in the real world and pull you out. But I can not do that until you work through more emotions that have long been hid. Help us.”

“How?” He was aware of being in the Golden Hall now. Imrahil’s daughter pointed before them and he saw Théoden King and Prince Theodred sitting on thrones of gold waiting for him.

“Talk to them.”


Chapter 3 - The Golden Hall

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He was in the Golden Hall with his uncle and cousin. He turned to look at Lothiriel and once again she encouraged him to speak to them. There was some trepidation on the young king’s part to be before his uncle, but with the princess’ encouragement he stepped before Théoden and bowed. As Eomer rose he was immediately surrounded by darkness and he felt a heavy weight on his chest!

“What is happening,” he asked frightened?

The next instant he and the princess were in a dark cell somewhere under the Golden Hall. Heavy air and oppressive cold characterized their prison and in the shadows dark forms moved around them. The forms did not take solid shape but remained airy and menacing; hissing at them and coming just within arms length. Eomer instinctively put Lothiriel behind him to protect her from the frontal assault, but they were surrounded now.

“They can not hurt you Eomer,” she said gently taking his hand and standing beside him. It was his dark memories, the ones he had to suppress over the years in order to keep functioning, that now came back to haunt him. Memories that had been held back on the periphery while he spoke with his father. They were too strong for her to keep away now; but Eomer was much stronger then when he first arrived and she felt confident he could face them victoriously.

“Where are Théoden and Theodred? Why is this happening?” He was scared and upset that he had seen his family but once again they were gone.

“You can not only face your good memories you have to face the bad ones as well. You have grown stronger by speaking with your father that is why they have come. You have realized something in yourself Eomer, they will try to bring negativity back into your life. You are strong but need to be stronger to confront them. Théoden and Theodred are still here with us, but these creatures have taken control for now. They can not hurt you so face those that you feel comfortable with. The others will come in time, and you will walk through this darkness into the light.”

She squeezed his hand, “I am here.” This time Eomer was not angry at her, perhaps they had crossed an obstacle and reached a mutual understanding.

Her words offered no comfort since he had no idea what he was feeling. They were just empty sentences, what was tangible was before him and now they were witnessing what Eomer had experienced when he was imprisoned for treason.

It was hard to watch the scenes play out before him. Grima’s men bound his hands as the led him to the lonely cell and took the chance to rough him up. He had experienced much harsher treatment and merely laughed at their violence. Once he was tossed into the cell and freed from his binds then it was harder for him. The thoughts that went through his mind as he awaited death came back to him in stark vividness. Hatred toward Grima and the situation that Rohan had fallen into because of the Worm was the strongest, but there was a growing hate toward Théoden. Eomer hated his uncle for allowing himself to become the shrunken old man that he now was! Hated the man who raised him as a son, who was his father, who should have been riding beside him defending Rohan; yet was close to an invalid as any man could be! The man that had allowed his only son and heir to die a senseless death all because he could not break the hold his advisor now held over him! Théoden was weak and because of his weakness Rohan would fall and Middle Earth would not hold out much longer. No, Eomer was weak for not fighting stronger against the Worm, for allowing Theodred to die, for letting his sister suffer unimaginable horrors at Grima’s hands. It was all his fault!

He felt another presence with him in the cell and knew it was Imrahil’s daughter. “You suffered greatly Eomer, the mind of a man with no hope drifts into horrible thoughts before it is made clear with resolve. You had no hope during this time, but you have hope now.” She lifted him up and they walked toward the cell door. But it was not over, not yet. One more thought filled the king’s mind.

Guilt, the guilt associated with knowing what unspeakable horrors Eowyn would suffer once he was gone and the kingdom fell completely, hit him hard. Again he had failed, this time the one person who was closest to him! He had always protected her, cared for her but now because of his actions he had condemned her to certain death. He closed his eyes and was only aware of Lothiriel’s voice trying to sooth him. Eomer wished she would not try so hard, he wished she would just give up on him, leave him to his wretched and miserable life! Something in him took fire and another realization came to him; this was all in the past. In the future Théoden was freed and Eowyn was happy. His previous actions had been what were called for to protect his kingdom, he realized that now and also realized that he had fulfilled the vow he long ago made to himself; to protect his sister. She was happy in her life, so why should he not be?

“Eomer, Eomer,” the voice said and he opened his eyes. Théoden King in all his glory was before him, he was out of the cold, dark cell and into the warm light. He was back in the light of the Golden Hall but Lothiriel was no where to be seen.

“She is fine Eomer,” it was Theodred who spoke sensing his cousin’s concern. “You however do not seem to be doing as well. Come sit for a while.” His cousin offered up a chair at a table and now they were in a tavern like setting.

“You have come into your own little cousin. I am so sorry you had to come into it so young.” Theodred looked him up and down approvingly.

“Theodred I am sorry I could not protect you,” he had to say it. It had bothered him for so long.

“Protect me? Eomer you do not know how many times the thought of you protected me.” He clasped his cousin on the shoulder.

“I knew my little cousin looked up to me. It was not easy for me to be a role model for you. Especially when father’s mind darkened and Grima took control. But I had to act nobly so you would have that character in yourself and so you would not suffer for my brash actions.” He poured a tankard for Eomer and himself and settled back to eye the king before he continued.

“And you have made me proud. So many times I thought of how to end the Worm’s life, not realizing what dire circumstances I would be putting my family in. You made me responsible for my actions and once you became Marshal of the Mark your wisdom was often listened to.”

Eomer was awestruck that Theodred actually looked to him for advice! He had always worshipped the ground his cousin walked on and now seeing that his cousin had high respect for him lightened his mood! This dream world was amazing he thought! Not only was he conversing with his family but the mead was incredibly good too. He would not mind staying here forever, if he could only get rid of Lothiriel somehow. For once he was happy and wanted to continue to feel this freedom; the real world became a memory as his dream world took roots in his soul.

Theodred continued, “I know how hard it was toward the end of my life. I know you feel responsible for my death, but nothing was your fault. You knew our first duty was to our people and you served them and protected them well. The people of Rohan are still your first duty and I know you will be the king our people need. I told them to leave me where I fell and I would guard the Fords until Eomer arrived.”

Tears formed in the king’s eyes. “I arrived too late.”

“For me yes, but not for Rohan. You will make difficult choices in your kingdom Eomer and I hope you never have to choose between country and family again. You are Rohan’s King and it is time Eomer King forgives himself for things out of his control. Rohan needs you and you must be ready.”

Theodred finished his tankard and set it with a thud on the table. “You will not have to rule alone Eomer. I shall be here, so will my father, and Eomund, and the king’s of old. Draw on our strengths and rule your country. Take a queen if you fancy.”

“I allowed Loridrea to enter my life,” he had to confess his latest sin to his cousin.

“Not the wisest of decisions cousin but you did what you thought would help at the time. Her father betrayed us, but this you know. Do not let him get his talons into you as well. Once you return to the real world make it known that you do not intend to suffer traitors to the crown and I believe there will be no nasty consequences from your indiscretion.” Theodred hugged him and then his form gave way to Lothiriel.

It was good that Lothiriel had return; he wished to know more about the dream world they were in and how to get out of it. More to the point how to send her out of it and stay himself forever among his family. He was not what Rohan needed, Theodred was mistaken in Eomer’s abilities.

“You can not stay here Eomer, who would rule Rohan if you stayed?“ She had read his mind.
“Here you must confront your memories and learn from them, and then you can wake in the real world and rule Rohan. There is the most delightful fellow who wishes to speak to you Eomer.” She pointed him toward the throne. Seated on it in his renewed health was his beloved uncle.

Eomer knew she spoke the truth; that he could not stay but he was comfortable here, something he had not felt in a long time. He would really like to stay and though he had reassurance that he was the king Rohan’s people needed he was not convinced. If Lothiriel was the one that would bring them back to the real world then she would have to be gotten rid of for him to stay. He remembered that he had been able to block her out of his mind once before, right before he attacked her so perhaps he could block her out again. Send her back to Cormallen among her family where she could be useful to her people, not holding the hand of someone who was lost. If he could control things then surly he would be able to brush the bad memories away. It was something to ponder.

He had managed to block her out again, Lothiriel did not like the fact she could not read Eomer’s recent thoughts but she felt that he was trying to get rid of her. Somehow she had to get him to return to the real world once it was time. But now something else puzzled her and took her attention, Théoden King had sought her out. Which while she was delighted to make his acquaintance put in perspective that Eomer was in control of this dream world, not herself. It was Eomer’s desire for his uncle to talk with her; there was no other way she could have interacted with him. The possibility that he was in control and that he would be the one to bring them out of it panicked Lothiriel. She had always been in control, until Eomer came into her life.

Eomer felt her panic and decided that now, while she was confused, was the perfect time to push her out of his memories. He was happy where he was and wished to stay; he had always fought alone and this time would be no different.

Lothiriel woke up to see her father and Queen Arwen sitting vigil by her bedside. Her father was looking exhausted but her queen looked radiant even with concern marring her face.

“He has pushed me out of his world,” she was saddened and angry that he had done so.

Arwen took her hands and tried to calm the princess. “Do not worry. It was always Eomer’s decision to how things played out in his dream world. You offered him support when he was weak and indecisive but now he is stronger. He will come back to us; there are a few more emotions he needs to confront before he does, but Rohan will have their king.”

“There were dark things trying to get to him my queen. Hideous forms lingering just outside of his happier thoughts. He is getting stronger with each confrontation he faces but I fear he will not be able to confront the bad things on his own. He is comfortable for now and wants to stay. He does not know of the trials ahead. Eomer will face his darkest memories and fears without guidance. He is not strong enough for that no matter how strong he feels among his family!”

It ate at her, leaving Eomer alone and confused. She knew she was not at fault; that the king had pushed her out himself. So he was empathetic just like her, a pity he had not developed his skills while younger.

The queen was quiet for a moment, deep in thought. Finally she spoke, “He is strong enough to face most of his emotions but there are a few I fear he will not be able to pass without guidance.” She looked to Imrahil for his approval before she spoke again.

Imrahil’s mind knew the logic behind his queen’s words but that did not stop his heart from breaking. What Arwen would suggest would fix his daughter into the king’s life more than he wanted her to be. If Lothiriel went back in, with the queen’s help, to guide Eomer through the final memories then she would know the king more intimately then Eowyn and probably better then Eomer knew himself. Lothiriel would be burdened with the king’s memories and emotions the rest of her life. His daughter would have to choose what to do.

“Father, my queen, I took him there and must return to help him. I do not fear being so close to him father.” She tried to assuage her father’s worry. “I can let his memories and emotions go, they will not burden me.”

“What if he can not vanquish them even with your help? What then? Will you be forever attached to him? Forever guiding him? It is too much to ask to put yourself in such a position. You are Gondorian, what would the Rohirrim think having a Gondorian; and a woman at that, advising their king?”

“Eomer will prevail father, he knows he has to. He will be able to begin healing even if he can not vanquish all painful memories. If he needs me for a time I think it is a small price to pay to the horselords who delivered us in our time of need.”

“Lothiriel you know that you will have intimate knowledge of Eomer. It will be something that you have never experienced before. You will not only see what he must confront but you will feel his pain and suffering, and it will be more intense then anything you have experienced. The king has denied himself these memories and the emotions lingering with them making them much more powerful. Yet you would be taking them as your own and guiding him through the darkness alone. What he has long suppressed you would take up the fight. And he has suppressed darkness, pain, and grief far more than any mortal man should have to know.”

“I was destined to use my ability to help those around me my queen. I am terrified of the consequences but it is my duty to help him.” She was resolved to her fate. Of course she worried she was not strong enough but Arwen would be with her. She was not thinking of the fact that her fate would be tied to Eomer’s once they returned. For all her knowledge of her ability and the control she had over it she was not seeing that this event would change her life forever.

Outside his tent there was a steady stream of Rohirrim praying for their king’s swift recovery. Some of his eored were keeping guard at the flap so that Eomer would not be disturbed and seeing Lothiriel and Arwen they stepped aside to let them enter. Inside they were met by Eothain, Gamling and King Elessar. Gamling could not help but stare at the angry bruises his friend had left on the princess’ throat. Eomer was not in his right mind when he attacked Lothiriel; he would never harm an innocent especially a woman. All of his friend’s knew this and so did Imrahil but Gamling felt it necessary to reiterate this point to Lothiriel.

“My lady I am pleased to see you up and well,” he bowed as he spoke.

She put her hand on his chin and lifted his head up. “You Lord Gamling do not need to bow before me. We share the same concern and I would hope that Gondor and Rohan will remain friends. I am fine, and do not hold Eomer responsible for last night.” The last was added because she sensed Gamling’s worry.

He had heard of her ability and it did unnerve him but he would deal with it, especially if she could help his king find the way back to them. King Elessar had told him, as he had come to calm the Rohirrim’s fears that their king was dead, that Lothiriel had a gift. This ability would be needed to bring Eomer back to the real world but it had been a hard sell to get the Rohirrim, a superstitious people, to allow her to sit with the king. Especially after Loridrea out of self preservation had told wild tales of the princess being a witch who had enchanted Eomer. But their love for Eomer outweighed Loridrea’s vicious tales, and what love did not erase the fact that Loridrea’s father was a well known traitor among those at camp solidified Lothiriel’s help.

Aragorn stepped forward to greet the princess and his queen and directed them to chairs beside Eomer’s bed. Taking a seat Lothiriel felt a barrage of emotions from the people around her. Outside there was fear and suspicion, inside there was uneasiness, sadness, and helplessness. Eomer however emitted calm and repose. She hoped she was not too late, or that returning to him would doom her as well. She took his hand and focused on his listless form, reaching into his mind to find a way in. She felt Arwen with her and even with their combined awareness getting back inside Eomer’s world would be difficult.


Chapter 4 - Theoden

She was truly gone from his dream world now, the princess of Dol Amroth with all her hope of saving him was gone and he was alone. He was meant to be alone and besides he could not bring her into his darkest memory. He could not subject such a young, fragile flower to those monsters. Eomer did not doubt she was strong in her ability to ease other’s suffering and guide them through their nightmares; but even she would not be able to help him with that memory. But he doubted now that it would come, he was with Théoden and it had been ages since he felt so happy and comfortable. He would just focus on these memories and block the other ones out, that was what he had always done.

“You have beaten me Eomer, by five years.” Théoden was amused as he spoke.

Eomer bowed before his uncle.

“Do not bow before me my son. You are Rohan’s king, you are Rohan’s protector. It is I that should bow before you.” Théoden stood and bowed before Eomer.

“Uncle,” Eomer was confused?

“You are King of Rohan at 28; I was 33 when the crown fell to me. I do believe you are the youngest king to assume the throne.”

Eomer was not as excited as he uncle seemed to be by this fact. “I never planned on assuming the throne uncle. No matter what Grima told you I never would have harmed Theodred or yourself. I never wanted the throne. I was not power hungry my lord. I am sorry for disobeying your orders but if I did not Rohan would have fallen.” He had not been able to speak his mind freely to Théoden before they rode to the final battle and now it all came out.

Théoden looked at his nephew with a smile. He had grown into a fine man and it saddened him that he had not been able to experience Eomer growing up. He had not been there for any of his loved ones for such a long time, yet they still loved him and forgave him once he was restored. There was something to be said about the bond of family and he was thankful that he had been blessed with such a family as Theodred, Eomer and Eowyn. The old king also knew that Eomer would need Eowyn by his side in the beginning to start the transformation back to a proud kingdom. Family was important to him and not only was Eomer before him now but he had seen a distant relation in Lothiriel. Morwen of Lossanach, his mother, resembled the princess a bit. That was why he sought her out. Speaking to her he was reminded of his mother and all the charm that Lothiriel possessed made him happy. The fact that Eomer had unknowingly found such a bond with Lothiriel pleased him. Rohan could benefit from another Gondorian queen. But he would let things take there course between them. Knowing someday Meduseld would once again have a queen from Gondor he smiled. Now his nephew was before him and he had dwelled in his own thoughts too long.

“Eomer, you are like a son to me and I made you my heir. I know my time under Grima’s influence was not easy but your actions were only noble. Now is your time to bring our people out of the dark and into the light Eomer.”

“Uncle, I am not trained to be king.” Eomer was seeking guidance.

“No, you were not raised to be king, but raised in the king’s household as one of his own. Stop feeling sorry for yourself Eomer and accept that you are Rohan’s king and that you will lead our people to glory!” Théoden was stern in his speech.

“I felt sorry for myself for too long and took Rohan into ruin. When I became king Rohan prospered and the people loved me. Then my thoughts grew dark and I let my people fail. If it had not been for Theodred and you disobeying Grima’s orders our people would have fallen completely. But you did what your heart directed you too and you will continue to do what your heart directs. You are Rohan’s king and you will act like one. You will confront your demons and come through unscathed and with new purpose.”

His uncle had always held a fine balance between love and discipline and Eomer realized now that he had let both slip from his mind. He went to question his uncle but Théoden was not finished talking.

“I have taken my guilt to my grave Eomer. My only saving grace was my valor in battle and the forgiveness of my people. Do not let your guilt do the same to you. You have battled your emotions this far, continue to do so.”

“How am I to do that? I sent Lothiriel back.”

“She only showed you the beginning of what you could do Eomer. It is now up to you to face your nightmares.”

He took Eomer’s shoulders. “I am proud of you and my faith in you is not wasted. Rule fairly and listen to your heart. Put your people first and all will be right.”

His uncle disappeared. Of all the people he needed to talk to the most Théoden was the one that had stayed the shortest time and even then he had seemed deep in thought of something else. Eomer was at a losse but suddenly felt the hair on the back of his neck rise. The darkness had come back and Lothiriel was not with him to help him through it this time. He had wanted to be alone but now he longed for his uncle, cousin, father or even Lothiriel to be by his side. He had foolishly thought that he would stay happy in this dream world but he had known better deep down, just ignored it. He thought he could keep the bad memories away and live on with his family, he was wrong and now he would pay for his mistake. Eomer had been lucky in the past but it seemed as if the overwhelming feeling of pressure and despair would take his life. He had to be strong and fight them, that was what everyone had told him. “They can not hurt you,” was what the princess said. Taking those words to heart he accepted the darkness.

The forms were from his nightmares. Hideous, misshapen creatures that represented his darkest fears and memories now came to confront him. He had to do this alone, but he kept reminding himself he was not along because he had the wisdom and love of his family and the words of Lothiriel behind him. Eomer King charged unafraid into the creatures.

“I have lost him my king,” Lothiriel’s voice was sad as she came back to them. “He has been plunged into his darkest memories and I can not find him.”

“Keep trying Lothiriel, Rohan needs their king.” Aragorn rested his hand on the princess’ shoulder and his strength gave her the resolve to try again. He looked to Arwen but she was in the same state as the princess; Eomer was out of reach – for now.

As long as Elessar and Arwen stood by her side she did not fear the damage that she would take trying to bring Eomer out. What she did fear was that once he had awaken anew in the real world that he would despise her for knowing him so intimately, so completely without his consent. She was basically going to rape his memories and become part of him. Not even his sister would know him as well as the princess did once this was over. Lothiriel would have to make a choice since he had pushed her out and refused her help. Right now she needed to think about her choices, she dismissed herself to take some air; Eomer was alright for now.

Gamling followed the princess, thinking he was out of sight. Once she stopped under an oak tree he stopped too, taking cover behind a tent.

“Lord Gamling I know you follow me. What can I do for you?”

Blushing he came out from behind the tent. “You know what you can do for me. I was wondering what I could do for you. You have left Eomer’s side why?

She did not know what to say so she shrugged her shoulders. However Gamling was not going to be dissuaded so easily. Composing herself she told Gamling her dilemma.

“I sensed the king early on, almost from the first step off the boat at Minas Tirith. Last night it was his emotions that woke me, that brought me to him but once we met I lost control of the situation. He fought against me even in the dream world, finally he kicked me out. No one has ever done that before Lord Gamling and it understandably unnerved me. There are so many dark memories waiting to confront him, so much he has blocked out in necessity that will come back to ravish him. I can go to him, offer him a little help.” She took hold of Gamling’s hands; she needed support from one of Eomer’s friends.

Gamling held the princess’ hands and felt calm. He looked at her taking in everything she was saying. If she needed him to help her of course she had it.

“If I help him through his darkest memories I will know Eomer as well as he knows himself and even better then his sister knows him. I can handle that fact, but fear he can not. It would be like a stranger taking over the most intimate, the most secretive parts of his life and having the power to use them for good or evil against him.”

“I do not know you well Lothiriel, daughter of Imrahil of Dol Amroth, but I feel that you would not harm Eomer with them after he is renewed. I trust you, and I feel that Eomer will trust you as well. Do what you must to bring him back. Rohan needs him, he will understand that and he will act accordingly. If you can deal with them as you go on with your life then that is all I and he would want.” He kissed her hands reassuringly.

“I will do what I can Lord Gamling. Eomer is lucky to have a friend like you.” She kissed him on the cheek.

“Aye, and he is lucky to have an angel looking out for him.” He offered his arm and walked her back to the tent.

His first demon was a black void filled with scenes of his father being hewed down by Orcs. The scene swirled before him and he felt like he was actually there watching his father die, his father’s blood his own. Eomer had always felt that if he had been with his father that day the outcome would have been different, even though he was a child and could barely swing an adult sword. This vision was showing him his father’s folly. Eomund had ridden out with to few men that day, and was too focused on bringing the raiding party down to consider the consequences of his actions. His father had indeed been impulsive and it had torn his family apart. Eomer accepted this fact and the scene departed.

The next memory was of his mother. Behind her sobbing form he saw writhing demons with spikes coming out of them. Theodwyn paid them no mind, just sat weeping into her hands. The demons came toward Eomer and taunted him.

“You did not love her enough. She died because you blamed her for your father’s death. You hated her and your hate killed her,” they spoke poison in his ears.

He had not seen his mother in this world and did not know how to deal with this vision, these demons would win out! A warm hand on his shoulder made him jump.

“Eomer,” his mother said softly. “My heart was broken but not by you or your sister. Someday you will love another as I loved you father and you will know the grief of lose.”

“But you two fought so often,” it came out unconsciously from him.

“We fought over his carelessness; never did I doubt his love for us. You will see one day how another can enrich your life so much and at the same time tear your sanity to threads. It is the way of love and I love you. I just could not find the courage among the living, even my children. I was selfish and for that I am sorry.” She vanished and so did the scene before him.

After his mother left he battled Orcs at the Fords with Theodred, and the Witch King with Eowyn. He faced down all his fears as a child and young adult. He felt proud of himself for conquering them but several memories loomed before him still. These were much larger then any before and more frightening then anything he had experienced in this world. The first one came to him now and took his breath. It was the memory of the first time he saw Grima the Worm and the event that happened that he told no one about. Grima had assaulted the young man’s mind with doubts and feelings of hopelessness. The advisor had been ruthless in his taunting of him. It was as if the Worm had looked into Eomer’s heart and soul and brought everything foul to the surface to hold against him. Grima had showed Eomer the monster that lurked inside himself and Eomer had never forgotten. But there was no monster inside Eomer then or now and he gathered all his resolve to begin the final battle with this creature that had shattered his world so completely.

Back in the real world Eomer’s body went ridged and his breathing became quick and labored. It was now or never for the princess of Dol Amroth; she just hoped it was not to late.
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