A/N: Just a little notification for chapter fifteen. The chapter is written from a lot of different view points, so I hope it won’t confuse you too much.

I really felt the need to write one chapter where all the events are brought together. One chapter to describe the rising war and how it affects the different characters in my story.

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Broken – Chapter 15

September 21st, Gandalf the Grey rode out of Edoras on the King’s most precious steed Shadowfax. By some wizardry miracle he had managed to tame the horse not even the King had managed to break and rode west, towards the river of King had been furious, but the Wizard had never entered the hall, only ridden the beautiful meara up the hill and down again.

When he had left, Èowyn had been there to see him leave, and he had given her one of those meaningful and wise glances that said “this is not over yet. It hasn’t even begun…”

The following week of the Wizard’s departure, also marked the day when open attacks from Isengard finally started. How the King failed to see this, Èowyn couldn’t understand, but influenced by Gandalf’s words, she had the feeling that the answer lay by the King’s right side. However, she kept to her promise and didn’t say a word. If silence was the only way to help her King and people, not to mention cousin, then she would do whatever it took to keep it.

Shortly after Gandalf’s departure, another unexpected visit was received. Well, it wasn’t exactly a visit, as the rider only asked for a fresh horse and was sent out of the gates of Edoras without as much as a warm smile.

He had worn the armour of Gondor and many a soldier and captain knew the man as Boromir son of Denethor. Èowyn remembered the Gondorian from her younger days, when everything but Aldburg had been foreign to her.

She had learned from Théodred that Boromir was a prince of Gondor, even though his father was a steward and not King. Èowyn also knew that he was five summers older than the Rohirrim prince, and had a younger brother in Èomer and Théodred’s age.

What a Steward’s son of Gondor was doing in Rohan in these days, Èowyn couldn’t guess. It was obvious though that he was riding west…and Èowyn had the strange feeling that he was heading towards the same destination as the Wizard had.

She hoped that she’d been able to talk to Boromir, especially since he’d asked about the whereabouts of Théodred and Èomer, but Èlfhelm had sent him out of the city before the King’s advisor had been able to interfere. Èowyn wouldn’t have been surprised to find out that the Steward’s son had left Edoras a little bit confused.

Èowyn was grateful that Èlfhelm had rushed Boromir out of the city before Grima had found out about his arrival, but it also frustrated her that she wasn’t able to keep up with the news of the outside world. The past few years had isolated Rohan from the rest of Middle-Earth even more, and she had seen less and less of travellers and traders. Boromir could have given her at least some answers. Answers that she desperately needed to hear.