Author: Kali
Rating: R The Characters in this story belong to J.R.Tolkien. I merely borrowed them.
Author's Note: Okay so I know that Theodred and Eomer are cousins - but I couldn't resist this. In the extended edition that pained look Eomer has just brought me to tears in a single moment...
The title is the beginning of the statement Eomer says to Aragorn regarding Merry and Pippin...incase you don't catch it. - I modified it at the end to fit my purpose.
Added: Anything indented is Eomer thinking.
"But Do Not Trust to Hope..."
"Find the king's son!" I shouted, dissmounting immediately, a voice in the back of my head screaming:
Oh god, don't let him be dead, let me find him...
Admist the fallen men and dead horses - such a tragedy - covered in dirt, and rainwater, and blood, lay Theodred...
Theodred...please, no.
My hand pressed agaist his chest, I felt the warm blood seep between my fingers - thick and flowing - and beneath that...
Oh god...
"He's alive - let's get him to Edoras - with speed."
...The faintest pulse - even as we rode - my hand stayed splayed across his chest, holding close the wound, and the beathing slowed each moment and second...
...And he still felt alive in my arms, with warm yet cooling pale white skin, soft like silk and rough from battles passed. And his breath, with silent periods in between, causes mine to hich and stop in thick anticipation for the next gasp from his parted lips.
...And his skin against mine reminds me of days when his body would be under mine and our foreheads presed against each other and our noses parallel, almost touching, and his breath was mine, and my breath was his, and his legs were spread, wrapped around my waist -
...And right there in that moment we held our breath and the world melted away until he wasn't the kings son and i wasn't a rider of Rohan anymore...we were just two names, lost in an endless moment -
No i could see the steps of Edoras and I rode faster...
Don't you dare die on me Theodred
And even as i laid him down on his own bed and heard my sister Eowyn call for the medic, my hand stayed on the wound, and I kept the blood inside his body as best i could.
- I know he's dead as myself and those loyal to the true king ride away from Edoras, I can feel it inside me, at the pit of my stomach, the base of my spine, the tips of my fingers, I can feel that he's gone with every piece of my heart.
And each day it kills me a little more inside to know you're gone and I couldn't say goodbye, I couldn't carry you to the tomb of your fore- fathers...
...For you, Theodred, I would die a million times over - just to hear your voice or feel your touch...
"But I do not trust to hope..."
THE END
