A Million Reasons

A Million Reasons:
NIGHTMERES RETURN:

"No! No father please! NO! Don't let go!" her screaming continued. Another bad dream, the same nightmare that she had since the day it had happened.

Darkness, and a lightning bolt. Driving into her heart, tearing her from her family. She was special, the only one with more power than any. She was wanted, and now she has been taken. This poor little girl, the screams radiating through her delicate pointed ears. And the screams flowing through her heart, calling out to the ones she was leaving behind, while being pulled deeper into the dark chambers of Orthanc.

Awakening with a scream to wake the halls, and another one comes running. That memory of long years ago was haunting to this young elf, and no one could even begin to comfort the thought. "Oh Aniron, not again... it's okay... I'm here..." the young woman comforted, holding tightly the elf that couldn't let go of the past.

This woman, this elf was a special exception to every rule. She was an elf, raised by men and wizards. She was taken away from her heratige because she was too strong to stay. Though she never understood her true power, she would be finding out soon. This young elf named Aniron, named by her sister of the same name. Arwen. But what she didn't know was that they were the same. She and Arwen were the same peice of one whole. And when they were put back together by this power, it would summon an evil more powerful than any. Fueled by the raging malice of Lord Sauron and the lost emotions of the dead ones, this power thrived inside of Aniron. But it was not time to find out yet, so she went on wondering.

"Oh Eowyn. Why me? Why must I be tortured so by these memories?" she questioned. Taking a seat on the soft comfy bed. Eowyn took a deep breath, while thinking of the perfect remedy. "I know, why don't you take a ride? I'm sure Eomer won't mind you." Aniron jumped up, giving Eowyn a swift hug before putting on her deep black riding pants. Tucking in her shirt she straped on her boots and headed to the stables.

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Coming to a stop at a stall at the end of one aisle, she un hooked the rope that kept her mare at bay, slowly climbing up onto her midnight black horse. Wrapping her fingers in her mane she squeezed lightly, feeling the powerful muscles beneath her. "Go Rosse... let's be free..." she said ducking her head as she went under the door. Rosse was good at manuvering down through the winding streets that were Edoras. And it started to rain as they approached the gates to the city.

Aniron lifted her head, and the light winds blew her hood from her face. "It's just me, Aniron. I wish to go for a ride." The guard looked down at her and smiled, "Yes my lady, just be sure to warm Eomer of your ride, if he and the Rohirrim thought you were an enemy..." his words trailed off, and he figured that she understood. Aniron nodded and felt a wave of tension under her, Rosse shifted un easily from side to side, just waiting to get out from the city into the open medows.

Riding up to the head of the Rohirrim, she saw the silhouette of Eomer. "My Lords!" she cried out to them, they all stopped and waited for her to catch up. She threw back her cloak to gaze into the faces of the tiring Riders of the Mark. "It's just me Aniron." she said slowly, to reasure them all of her identity. Eomer walked next to her, his horse and all the others falling into a steady pace. "So my friend, what brings an elf out of bed at this hour?"

Aniron sighed, "Well, it's that dream again, a horrible frightening nightmere in the past." Eomer had to think for a moment, and then realized that she was talking about the memories of her past. "Ah yes, that dream of yours? Mm... I am sorry to hear that." All the horses were still. It was strange that way, that she had a sort of power over these animals. They could feel her emotions and she could feel thiers. They trusted her, and would do whatever she wished.

"It's alright now, being out in the fresh air. Would you mind if I joined you for a while?" the rain was now soaking through my cloak, and dampening my hair. It made everything wet, until the grass was slippery and the horses were lathered with it. "If you wish so, then you may." he answered, turning their company north bound. Eomer and Aniron had been friends for many years, and he had never minded her help in patroling the lands of Rohan. Since Saruman had been held to Orthanc, his powers have doubled and he was now a threat once again.

"My Lady, tonight could be dangerous. I suggest you go back to your chamber now." his voice was low and quiet. The horses were getting restless. Aniron said her goodbyes and rode full gallop homeward. Nearing the gates Rosse slowed down, she was early in the stages of her pregnancy. Her sire was the Lord Shadowfax, and Aniron was very proud to have her horse. She had owned Rosse since she had lived in Rohan, and this elven bred horse was immortal.

Brushing the rain off Rosses sleek black coat thoroughly before heading back to bed. She was almost afraid to sleep but found it hard to resist the exhaustion. Soon she fell victim to her lack of energy, but in stead of her usual nightmere, was a warm memory.