A/N: Okay i removed the old story coz it just wasn't going anywhere and this one is! lol I can actually continue on this one lol so yeah R&R!

Chapter 1

She stood facing the doors to the Golden Hall, her ebony coloured hair flowing about her in the breeze. She couldn't even remember when she had arrived here, but ever since Eomer had found her wandering about the plains of the Riddermark she had been living amongst the men and women of Edoras.

Her daily life had been swept into those of the others living in the hall. She had her set duties such as cooking and cleaning and generally the maintenance of Eomer's Great Hall. But she also looked after his sister's child whenever she came to visit with her husband, Faramir. She liked to baby-sit she found, it was sort of relaxing for her.

She could still remember the day Eomer had found her.

It had been cold and she was poorly dressed. A thin cotton dress did nothing to keep her warm! She had been collecting some form of food to carry back to her hut when he had arrived; informing her she was to go with him. Without any objections she had allowed him to take her away, she just wanted a decent amount of proper food.

1 year had passed since that day and she had become rather settled where she was. People respected her and she rather enjoyed wearing the silk gowns that Eomer picked out for her, she felt like a lady for once in her life. But then again she couldn't remember much about her other life, the life she had before she came to Middle Earth.

Her emerald eyes glittered dangerously as she entered the hall, her head held high. She had decided to ask Eomer for a change in tasks, she was sick of mucking out the stables! She only ever wore the pretty clothes when it was feast or something, whenever she mucked out stables or something as horrible as that she had to wear a brown woollen dress and horrible tatty boots that gave her blisters. She was bored!

She strode down towards him, bits of mud falling from the hem of her dress and she scowled. He wasn't even on his throne! However there was a man there…

"Excuse me but who do you think you are?" she demanded, "You do not appear to be Eomer." And she was right. This other man was golden haired and blue eyed and he had, what she perceived to be, pointy ears.

She had met elves before but this one she hadn't. He gazed at her disinterestedly as if her mere presence was a hindrance to him. What she wanted to know was who he was and why he was sitting so casually in Eomer's throne.

He stood up and she noticed he moved with cat like elegance, his tall frame slender yet muscular. He had a gentle elegance about him, but then again most elves did.

She rubbed her hands on the front of her skirts, but her hands only got dirtier and she sighed in frustration. She always had difficulty being angry when she was dirty! She hated being dirty!

She guessed her face would be covered in dirt and her hair would be a tangled mess, oh this elf picked the worst time to come for a visit!

"Are you going to answer me?" she placed her hands on her hips as her eyes borrowed deep into his own azure ones and an obnoxious smile spread itself across his face and she growled underneath her breath. Normally she would have been calmer but she was annoyed and this elf was making it worse with his silence!

He appeared to be of some form of aristocracy, but his travelling attire seemed to lead away from it. The only indication that he was, was the way he carried himself, the air of arrogance surrounding him. God she hated arrogance as much as she hated mucking out stables!

"Gentle lady forgive my intrusion." His voice soft and subtle and she found she was relaxing to his words, "I am Prince Legolas of the Woodland Realm."

This didn't mean anything to her. However his title did and she felt her cheeks flame, what an idiot she was! She was being completely rude to royalty where were her manners?

Legolas noticing her confusion smiled warmly, "I hail from Greenwood otherwise known as Mirkwood, but I live and Lord over Ithilien."

Now she was really embarrassed! Eomer had mentioned that this elf would be arriving in Edoras at some stage that week she just didn't know when. What a picture she must paint to him. Mud covered, dirt covered, mussed hair… she must look dreadfully awful!

"Forgive me my lord I did not realize." She curtsied politely, her face still a bright red, "and I do not think his Lord Eomer knew you were arriving today either."

Legolas chuckled at her and nodded, he agreed with her. He had after all told Eomer he would arrive at the end of the week but he'd left earlier on his journey, therefore, he arrived earlier.

She was about to reply when the cause of her ire walked into the hall, a dead carcass over his arm. "Ah Legolas good to see you!"

Legolas' eyes twinkled in mirth as he watched the girl before him instantly bristle with anger again, "I apologize for being early Eomer, I just had to get away."

Eomer walked over to Legolas and placed a comforting hand upon his shoulder, a broad grin upon his face. "No need to apologize." It was then he realized there was someone else in the hall. He gulped as he turned to face the girl, his hazel eyes wide.

"Afternoon Eomer." She snarled, "Look, I'm sick of mucking out your stables! I have blisters upon other blisters! The horses keep biting me and just today a new colt decided to be funny and kick me! I would like a change in duty!" her eyes were flashing ominously and Eomer gulped, looking to his old friend for help, but he only shrugged an amused expression upon his face.

For 1 year he'd put up with her whinging and complaining, but he never expected her to outright yell at him. It was out right disrespectful! Why should he feel guilty? He had not done anything wrong!

"My lady-" he began but he was cut off by her dulcet screeches ricocheting off the walls.

"Don't you my lady me! You know you've done wrong! My hands have bruises and cuts! It is no way for a woman to be treated! Especially one who is not used to animals! The horses dislike me! I wish to do something else! I am bored with working with horses! And I am bored with mucking out stables!"

Legolas glanced between the antagonized female and the clearly fearful king and chuckled, he wondered at who she was. No-one had been able to speak like that to Eomer apart from his own sister.

Eomer looked at Legolas pleadingly but the elf only shook his golden head before departing from the hall as quickly as he could, the girl's high pitched tones following him. He truly felt for the King of Rohan.

"Eomer! Please! I just want a change of scenery!" her voice had dropped a few tones and she was more pleading with him now, he preferred her like this. She was truly terrifying when she was angry.

He sighed as he took a seat on his throne, shifting to get into a more comfortable position. "Avarielle, I can not help that. But we have too many others doing what you want to do." He would try to bargain with her maybe that would dissuade her current contempt for him.

"I don't care! Make them muck out the stables!" she was being selfish she knew, but she only wanted to do something else. If only he could see that, but of course he couldn't and he wouldn't, he was just stubborn.

"I'm sorry but I can't." it was soft and she could hardly hear it, but she had and she didn't like it at all, "You must understand I need as much stable hands as I can get. And you cook as well so I don't know why you're complaining…"

She growled underneath her breath and Eomer sighed, she was so tempestuous!

"Fine! But if a horse kicks me and I haemorrhage it's your fault." She turned on her heel and stormed out, her hands clenched at her sides, sometimes she hated that man! He just didn't understand!