A/N: I'M BAAAAAACK! I'M BACK IN THE SADDLE AGAIN! I'M BACK!

I do have the next few chapters written, so I can promise that much before I disappear again. And to tell the truth, it was the continuous reviews asking for updates that got me back going. Took awhile to find the time, but HEY, better late than never, am I right?

But seriously guys... I can't even begin to explain what has happened since the last update. Hopefully this chapter will satiate you all! Enjoy!

Find me in the part of the sky where my sun rises and your sun sets.

Find me in that moment where two souls connect.

Find me in the glances where love blooms,

Find me where the sun becomes the moon.

Find me.

-LB

Boromir watched the familiar figure drop to the ground. "Rosa!" he shouted, fear pulsing through him. She is injured - or perhaps she never fully recovered from her fever! Eowyn was desperately trying to hold Rosa up, but Eowyn was a small lass, and though her body spoke of a lean strength, Rosa's body was weighed down by her armor, and both women sunk to the ground. Boromir's heart leapt in his chest, his hands squeezing tight around the body that he held up. He looked down at the wounded man in his arms, knowing he would not abandon the warrior, but still Boromir's heart screamed at him to leave, to go to Rosa, to help. Eowyn called out for aid, her voice wavering, throat constricted. She searched frantically for a free set of hands to help her, someone to lift Rosa to the nearest cot. Even through the dim lighting of the cavern Boromir could see something was very, very wrong. Rosa was covered in blood, but at this point in the battle you would be hard-pressed to find a soldier that wasn't. The problem was that Rosa was not supposed to be on the battle field. She had been told to stay within the caverns and help tend the wounds of those who could not still fight. Boromir wished that he could be surprised about her disobeying, but the truth was it's exactly the sort of thing she would do. He was more angry with himself for not realizing it sooner.

After his wounded comrade was settled into the cot, Boromir made straight for where he had seen Rosa and Eowyn. They were not far from that spot, Eowyn - with the help of an unfamiliar Rohirrim - was carrying Rosa to an empty space along the wall. "How is she?" he asked, quickly approaching and kneeling beside Rosa, whose eyelids were fluttering wildly as she tried to stay conscious.

"Boromir," she murmured weakly. "You came for me."

He grabbed the hand that she outstretched towards him, and squeezed, his throat closing so tightly that he couldn't respond. She did not look well.

Eowyn struggled to remove Rosa's armor without jostling her too much, and Boromir relinquished Rosa's hand only long enough to help. Eowyn gave him a thankful smile. "I sent for a healer. So far as I can tell there are no major outer wounds, but Haldir said something about a fall before he fell unconscious. She may have broken bones or internal bleeding."

"What can I do?" Boromir pleaded.

Eowyn's eyes were filled with pity, but she pursed her lips and shook her hand. "There is nothing you can do. I cannot even help her, only one of the elven healers can help with the wounds that we cannot see."

He clenched and unclenched his jaw, his hands shaking. He had been so afraid when she had taken ill with a fever, but this was worse. They had no way of knowing how extensive her wounds could be without magic. And he had none. Boromir rose to his feet, brows furrowed in determination. He would find a healer and bring them back to Rosa. He marched forward through the crowds of people, luckily the elves, with their specially made armor, were easy to spot in the crowd. Boromir approached a willowy figure, their hands laid over one of the wounded elf's, lips murmuring some prayer for the departed. The other elf was dead. Boromir paused for only a second, allowing the healer to finish his prayer before grabbing him by the arm. "You must come with me," Boromir bit out.

The elf frowned at him, but, wisely, did not resist. Boromir guided him back to Rosa, practically thrusting the elf forward when he demanded, "Heal her!"

The healer shrugged off Boromir's grip, dropping down beside Rosa's unconscious form. She almost looked to be sleeping, but her skin had turned a sickly pale and was covered in a sheen of sweat. Boromir watched anxiously as the healer swept his hands over Rosa's body in a grand gesture. When he was finished he looked to Eowyn with a frown. "She has several broken ribs," he placed a hand above her ribcage, "one in particular is worrisome - the bone was shattered. One wrong move and a shard could stab into her lungs - she would die."

Boromir raked his fingers through his hair. "SHE WHAT?! No. No, no, no, no, NO!"

Eowyn wrung her hands, her gaze dancing between Rosa's unconscious body and Boromir. He was outraged, and the healer didn't seem to being doing anything. She placed a hand on Boromir's arm in attempt to calm him, but he merely glared at her, and began pacing, his anger tightly coiled around him. Eowyn turned back to the healer, "Is there anything you can do?"

He pursed his lips. "The ribs will heal themselves. All we can do is provide adequate pain relief, and she should not do any strenuous exercise until the ribs are healed completely," he said, a heavy emphasis on 'completely'.

"So we do nothing?" Boromir asked in outrage. "How can we just sit around and do nothing?!" He stepped forward, ready to wring the healer's neck, but Eowyn stepped between them.

She stared up at him defiantly, a silent dare for him to continue his actions. "You should leave," she whispered forcefully. "Go. Go back to the battle. I will watch over Rosa."

Boromir's rage melted into sorrow, and he swallowed thickly. Rosa looked weak, vulnerable. Everything inside him told him that he needed to stay. He needed to protect her, to care for her. He knelt back down beside Rosa, gently caressing her face. "I can't leave her."

Eowyn lips twitched downward. She understood the want to be near those you love, and she wished to be out fighting alongside those she loved, but she was needed here. And Boromir would be needed on the battlefield. As much as he didn't want to leave Rosa's side, he would go mad if he stayed. All he could do would be to watch her, which would help no one.

"Boromir! There you are," Gimli shouted. "We've need of you on the bridge," he let out a sadistic chuckle, "we have a plan."

Boromir turned towards the bearded dwarf, and drew his sword. "Show me," he said, his voice full of raw determination. If he could not stay and help Rosa then he would kill any Uruk-hai in his way. Gimli lead him out of the caverns and through the hold. The Uruk-hai had broken through the doors of the hold and the Rohirrim fought to push them out. "Help them!" King Theodin shouted.

Aragorn looked back, shouting, "How long do you need?"

"As long as you can give me."

At that, Boromir threw himself into battle, his movements powered by blind rage. He charged into the brunt of the Uruks, his shield up and sword stabbing any Uruk that tried to push him back. Aragorn grabbed his shoulder, pulling him back and shoving him forward through a doorway. His chest heaved with every breath. "Where are we going?"

"Around," Aragorn responded with an impish smile.

The exited through another door, pressing close to the wall and circling back around towards the bridge. They leaned forward looking around the edge. The doors were once again closed, but the bridge was filled with Uruk-hai that pounded the door trying to get inside.

"Come on," Gimi said, "We can take them!"

Boromir agreed. He did not wait for them to finish mulling it over, and instead he shuffled forward a few steps and jumped across the distance. He landed on the edge, colliding into one of the dark monsters. When Gimli and Aragorn finally joined him, they began carving a path down the bridge, pushing all the Uruk-hai back from the doors, allowing the Rohirrim to reinforce and cover the gaping hole in the wood. The King's face appeared in the hole. "Get out of there!" he shouted.

A foot connected with Boromir's back, sending him falling forward. When he climbed up to his feet the Uruk had moved on, its arms wrapped around Aragorn and Gimli. Boromir moved to pick up his fallen blade, and Aragorn fought of the Uruk-hai. Through all of the noise, Legolas's voice rang out. He through a rope down from the ramparts to where they were on the bridge, bracing himself against the wall. Aragorn looked back at Boromir. The rope would not be strong enough to hold them all.

"Go," Boromir shouted, readying his shield and turning to face the horde of Uruk-hai that charged up the bridge.

Rosa awoke to the sound of crying children, weeping women, and a man shouting, "Take only yourselves and your children! Make for the mountain path!"

The pain in her chest told Rosa that sitting up would not be a good idea, she struggled to take anything more than shallow breaths, the pain exploding with each heave in and out. Rosa searched for a familiar face and was granted the sight of Eowyn's smiling face. She held a small cup, which she brought to Rosa's lips, forcing her to swallow the entire contents.

"That was disgusting," Rosa groused.

"It will ease your pain," Eowyn explained. "An elven healer made it. He said you must drink more if the pain ever returns. I can make more."

Rosa furrowed her brows. "But shouldn't you be leaving with the other women and children," Rosa trailed off, recognizing the look of defiance on Eowyn's face. "No. No, you will not stay behind with me. You must leave, you must help the elderly along. There is nothing more you can do for me."

"You could die!"

"So you would stay and die with me?!" Rosa shouted back. "You would leave your brother to learn that his sister died, staying behind in a futile attempt to help the wounded? I am no one important, Eowyn. You must go. Go with your people, please."

Eowyn's eyes welled up with tears, but she nodded, standing and moving to help other women and children make their way further into the caverns and to the mountain path. Rosa watched the blonde leave, feeling only a small sense of relief. If they were telling the women and children to leave, then that meant the fortress was overrun. Fleeing was their last option for survival, but she, along with all the other wounded, would be left behind. She gritted her teeth, raising her hand to her chest. Her armor had been removed, leaving her in a simple tunic and pants. Rosa felt along her ribs, wincing slightly as her fingers touched the tender areas. The foul tasting drink must have been doing it's job, as she only felt pain when she touched her ribs. She trailed her fingers along - two broken ribs, and one that was only bruised. "I'll live," she muttered to herself, looking up and around her. The elves had stayed, that much she could tell from her vantage point. They moved around the wounded providing as much aid as they could.

Rosa gasped. "Haldir!"

She frantically gripped the wall, tugging herself to her feet. Rosa looked about, feeling ridiculous at how many blonde haired men were laying on cots, and uncertain as to how she would find him. Rosa walked up to the nearest elf. "Manke na Haldir? Manke utuva ho?" (Where is Haldir? Where can I find him?)

The elf pointed down further into the cavern, where the path branched off into a small alcove. "Tanya men." (That way.)

Rosa ambled up the path, her body aching. However long she was asleep, it certainly wasn't long enough. Her aches were turning into bruises, and her feet hurt with each step. But still she pushed on, one hand bracing the wall to make sure she never fell, the other hand clutched close to her side to protect her ribs. She found him laying against the wall, between an elderly man, and a warrior, who Rosa was fairly certain had died of his injuries. She could see an open wound, one that would spell the death of anyone, no matter how quickly a healer got to them. Rosa gingerly crouched down, and closed the man's eyes. "You will be remembered."

A nearby explosion rattled the vehicle and she did her best to still her shaking hands. "Get me something to stop the bleeding with!" she shouted.

"Italy, you better hurry it up, they're right on our asses!"

She put pressure on the wound and tied the cloth around it as tightly as she could. "Stevens, you're gonna be fine. I need you to be brave. This is going to hurt but if you don't wanna lose your leg, or your life, then you have to work through the pain okay? Can you do that for us?"

Stevens nodded. "D'Ambrosio, I don't think I like Afghanistan much." He choked out a laugh and Rosa gave him a sad smile.

"Mills, Booker, get your asses over here and help Stevens back to the M99 and don't get shot in the process," she said light-heartedly, though her gaze suggested otherwise.

The two men, Mills and Booker, lifted Stevens from the ground, wrapping Stevens' arms around their necks. They ran through the battle-worn terrain, her eyes on them as she stayed behind to cover them. Stevens would need serious medical care. If they couldn't get him back to -

An explosion tossed the three of them in the air.

She darted out of cover and ran towards her squad mates. "Mills! Booker! Stevens!" She ran as fast as she could, the gunfire dulling to drone in the back of her mind. She moved with near inhuman speed, dropping down at Booker's side first and nearly choked on her breath. There wasn't enough of him there to be alive. She swallowed back her feelings and kept running, finding Stevens next. "Stevens! Open your eyes for me! Come on!" She gripped his face, patting his cheek. "Stevens! No, no, no!" His dead eyes stared up at her, the youth in his face causing her stomach to twist dangerously. She placed her hands on his face, gently closed his eyelids. "You will be remembered."

Rosa shuddered, her body going cold. What was that? She rose to her feet in a daze, shuffling over to where Haldir lay. With a deep breath, she shook the last of the... whatever that was from her mind. She smiled when she saw that Haldir was still breathing. "Haldir, amin mellon, you're alive," she murmured happily.

His eyes slowly opened at the sound, and a smile spread across his face. "Elbereth, vanimle sila tiri." (Queen of the stars, your beauty shines bright.)

Rosa laughed quietly. "No, mellon, I am not Elbereth."

"Nan' lle sila." (But you shine.) His voice trailed off into an incoherent murmur, the smile never fading from his face. He looked content, peaceful.

Rosa looked at her hands, and it was exactly like he said. She was glowing, like starlight. Rosa sighed, and brushed the hair out of his face. "You should rest again. Ignore the starlight. Just sleep. Fallana." (Heal.)

She stood at the sound of horns, the horn of helm hammerhand - a sign that the Rohirrim were going to ride out again. Rosa furrowed her brows, if they were sending the women and children away and riding out to fight then it... it's a last stand. They're riding out to their deaths. Oh god!

"Boromir!"

Rosa took off at a run, the thundering of her heart overshadowing the pain in her body. The more she ran, the less she felt. The wounded strewn on either side of the caverns were illuminated by the light emanating from Rosa. To any who knew of the Valar, Rosa's ancestry would be clear. Her skin was like starlight, and her hair brightened to the color of honey. Her appearance was just as it had been when she was born, and her body coursed with the power of her birthright. Rosa kept running, stopping only to retrieve her weapons and armor. The cavern path curved, leading her to a set of doors that opened up into the fortress, and Rosa came to a sliding stop in the great hall.

Aragorn turned to face her, and she hesitated at the sight of all the horses. He held a hand out for her to join him atop the horse, but his expression was still one of slight confusion. "You are glowing."

She frowned up at him. "I know. Where's Boromir?"

Aragorn shook his head. "What are you doing here? You're wounded!"

Rosa's response was drowned out by the sound of the doors bursting open. Uruk-hai swarmed into the room. The king led the charge and Rosa grasped Aragorn's waist. They rode through the fortress, and somewhere along the way, Rosa slid off the back of the horse, dropping to her feet. The beasts let out inhuman screeches when her light touched them. She was happy to kill them as they shied away, allowing her to carve a path through them. The more she killed the more panicked she became. She hadn't seen Boromir anywhere. Not among the dead that littered the ground, nor atop the horses that had charged through.

"Where are you, dammit?!" Rosa cried out into the archway.

She marched forward, still not feeling the exertion of her actions since leaving the caverns. An Uruk-hai swung its crude blade at her and she kicked its knees in, stabbing her sword between it's chinks of armor. Rosa grasped the hilt with both hands, pulling the blade from its flesh and the Uruk-hai fell to the ground. When Rosa turned back around, she saw a flash of pale blonde hair. Haldir came running around the corner, and Rosa gasped. "What are you doing here? You were injured."

"Joining you," Haldir said confidently, drawing his blade. He contemplated telling her that all his injuries were healed, but doubted that she would understand what that meant. He had never before encountered a healer with as much power as she had, but her touch had eased all of his pain. When he shut his eyes he was granted a vision from Elbereth, the Queen of the stars.

"Haldir of Lothlórien. You have been a friend to my daughter, and with each lesson you gave her, you brought her closer to the woman she was born to be. But even know she wields power that she does not understand. The curse over her grows weaker, and as such she has become a greater target. There are dark powers that wish to destroy her, or worse yet, to harness her power. You must watch over her, Haldir of Lothlórien. Protect Merliwen."

Haldir knew that it had not been a dream, for even now Rosa was bright with the light of Eru. And he would do exactly as Elbereth commanded.

"I am well enough to fight," he assured her.

Rosa watched him and couldn't help but smile. "Thank you, Haldir." She closed the distance between them and wrapped her arms around him in a tight hug. It was then that the tears began to fall. "I can't find Boromir. And with each Uruk that I kill, I'm afraid that there is no way that he could have survived. There are so many of them. I don't think I could handle it if he died too, Haldir. He can't die. He can't."