You were riding to Helms Deep, Eomer next to you.

You had practically begged Eomer on hands and knees to take him with you to war. While he contemplated and refused for sometime, he finally agreed, and here you were.

You were a bit fatigued, going on two days with no sleep. You began to doze of every once and awhile.

At some point Eomer tapped your ribs with his elbow, causing you to wake up from falling asleep once again.

“We only have a few more hours, please, stay alert.” He said, his voice gruff. He glanced your way, making sure you didn’t fall off your horse.