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anironnn · 3 years
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“...but no parent should have to bury their child.”
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Eomer ~ Holding Out for a Hero
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Requested by @bahharrington28
Based on the song  Holding out For a Hero by Bonnie Tyler
Words: 1,114
Warnings: Talks of fighting, mentions of injuries, a burning village
Night was rolling in, a storm filling the sky and in a way, you could appreciate the irony of the situation, of the spitting rain starting to put out the fires of your burning village around you, putting an end to the tragedy that had befallen you all today.
But in another way, you were hating.
Each flash of lighting seemed to bring to light more orcs, more dead bodies, of the blood spilled on the ground.  You had to fight off the ache tightening your chest each time, each one increasing a sense of fear and regret that you couldn’t risk having, not now, not when others were still escaping.
You were still here, still fighting, and if this was to be your last breath, then you were going to take down as many as you could first.
The rain was pattering on your armour now, the metallic noise filling the air a change to the screams and you let out a breath, a puff of steam being let free in front of you as you stared three orcs down, ignoring the drip of blood running down from your forehead, sword held steadily out in front of you.
A rumble of thunder lead to the orcs attack and still your blade was steady, each hit true, fire roaring through your veins, anger and hatred defining each moment, not wanting to dwell on traitor that had led to this moment, but it still burning away in the back of your mind.
So many of your people being slaughtered.
The three orcs down and you start towards the next ones, feeling your feet seeming to sink into the ground more, soaked with rain or blood, it was too hard to tell now, almost all the light gone from the sky, only patches illuminated by some of the still raging fires.
An orc burst from a burning building next to you, knocking you to the ground, but you knew what you were doing, you’d been raised to fight, quickly getting back to your feet and engaging, your sword finally burying through the orcs stomachs, sending him sinking into the ground.
Your breath was coming hard, the blow having knocked some of the wind from you and you flinched a little, the armour starting to feel heavy on your shoulders.
Where were the armies of Rohan?  Why was King Theodon doing nothing for his people?
You dug deep into that anger, ignoring hot tears that wanted to break through, burying the thoughts of your people working all their lives for a king that wouldn’t protect them.
Five more orcs appeared and a part of you knew that this was coming close to being it, there wasn’t going to be too much more you could fight.  If you were to survive this, you were going to need help and soon.
This time, one of the orcs delivered a blow, a cut deep in your leg, making each step burn all the way up your leg, no matter how much you gritted your teeth through it, almost afraid that you might crack one or two through the pain, but still, it was only you left victorious.
You stared at the sky for a long moment, letting the rain hit you, letting it wash away the dread that was building within you.  You’d lived a good life, a simply life, but it had been happy, you’d done everything that you could in those short years.  Maybe, just maybe, someone might find you and your people out here one day, they might just talk of the warrior that stood their ground against the tide of evil, alone.
An orc shriek got your attention, your head rolling to the side to see a group of them charging towards you.  The sword felt so heavy in your hand and you weren’t sure if you’d be able to life it in time, to be able to fight anymore.
The survivors were far enough away, they’d get help, that’s all that mattered.
A sound reached your ears that made you frown, it was like the rumble of thunder but it was different, drawing closer, and you could feel reverberations through the ground.  It made you alert again, your head snapping around as riders charged forward through the darkness, blonde hair and bronze armour glinting in the dimming firelight.
Something triggered inside you and turned and started to fight once again, barely thinking even as one horseman charged probably a little too close, his spear imbedding into an orc that had been charging you from behind before he turned, sword suddenly in hand, and decapitated another.
It was suddenly all over so quickly, the orcs dead and soldiers filling the village, searching for survivors, and you stood, breathing hard, watching in almost a stupor, your body aching.
“Soldier.”
The voice sounded but you could hardly register it as your sword finally slipped from your fingers, splashing to the soaked ground, and your legs giving out next.
A strong pair of arms caught you before you could fall to the ground, carefully helping you sit to the ground, supporting you even as your helmet slipped from your head letting your long, soaked hair spill forth.
The soldier holding you draws in a sharp breath, drawing your exhausted gaze to him.  “I didn’t think anyone would come.”
A large warm hand brushes your hair away from your face, eyes searching yours for a moment before moving to the cut on your head and then down to the odd angle your leg sat at. “It seems we were just in time.”
You give him a smile as best you can, your eyes starting to close.  “Thank you.”
“What is your name?”
“Y/N…”
“Y/N.”  He repeated it.  “You have to stay with me Y/N.  You’re safe now, we’ll look after you.”
“I’ll be back.”  You said tiredly, letting your eyes close, the warmth from him comforting, a relief to your tired mind and body.  “I just need to…rest for a while.”
Your body goes limp in his arms as you pass out and Eomer stares down at you, his heart racing a little, scared more than he ever had been that you’d die in his arms.  No one deserved a fate like this, especially after fighting for so long.
He felt his chest draw tight, shouting at several of his men, telling them to get somewhere dry set up so they could tend to your wounds.
“It’s going to be okay now Y/N.”  Eomer said, picking you up carefully in his arms.  “You just don’t give up on us, we’re going to look after you.  We need more like you.”
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ao3feed-thehobbit · 6 years
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Rebirth of the Ancestors
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by RavenValentino
Theodon and a few Rohan Riders attend the funeral in Erebor for the fallen dwarves. Eromer and Ero who are brother and sister and the niece and nephew to King Theodon accompany him, they stay for a few days and this is where she meets Maedhros and his elven kin, this is where her journey begins.
Words: 1388, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types, The Lord of the Rings (Movies), Thehobbit - Fandom, The Hobbit - All Media Types, The Hobbit (Jackson Movies), The Hobbit - J. R. R. Tolkien
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death, No Archive Warnings Apply
Categories: F/M
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