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Chapter 1-The Encounter

Gandalf never thought for a moment that she'd fall in love with Aragorn. It just wasn't possible. Especially considering the blatant lustful stares he kept giving Eowyn. She frowned and found herself stroking her beard. They had been stuck on this godforsaken mudpit called Edoras for what seemed like hours. She'd gotten so used to her beard and the make up of wrinkles that she barely noticed that the real Gandalf had been looking for her. She could only notice that Theoden too, was giving lustful stares to Eowyn.

It was just so wrong she thought.

Apparently Eowyn thought the same. Here she was attempting to draw her sword and ride a horse and appear as if she really didn't want to be left behind at Dunharrow. When really she found the sword much too heavy, the helmet kept falling over her eyes and her hair was muddy. She really couldn't do this.

In the background it had begun to rain. And no, it wasn't fake rain but actual cold bone chilling rain. It really couldn't get any better. Pippin and Merry were off gallivanting about the "battle" field while Frodo was sequestered away with Sam having lost the ring for the umpteenth time.

It was chaos. How even to begin?

3 weeks ago...

She was in the library as usual with her crystal spectacles perched on her face studying what appeared to be a large book. With a quill in her hand she scratched on a piece of parchment The healing properties of kingsfoil were her main project today. She was so caught up in her essay on it's healing properties as well as the rich history surrounding the plant itself that she hadn't noticed that the lights in the castle were dimming as night had fallen. Used to the long hours of studying the girl continued writing oblivious to the darkening sky outside the library window.

It was only when the sweet chime of the clock by the bookshelf that she jerked herself from the trance. Sighing, she ran her hand through her ponytail before resolutely shutting the large textbook placing her quills away in her bag. Standing she made sure that no one else was occupying the cubicles next to her before taking down her guard. Stretching languidly cracking her shoulders and legs. Fully relaxed a small satisfied smile stretched on her face rather than the usual frown. With one last look around she made sure that all was in her bag before heading out through the main hall of the library. Her footfalls echoing loudly on the marble floor of the main library at Minas Tirith. Stepping out into the night she dreamily walked the cobbled streets to home.

King's Institute of Weaponry

The clash of metal clanged sharply before whistling once more as the two men circled each other, legs crouched breathing hard. Bodies tense under the leather jerkins the taller of the two suddenly tensed his sword bearing arm alerting the other to prepare a defense. Sure enough with a spinning kick the taller man lunged attempting to dislodge the other man's weapon and aim for the heart. Using a twisting maneuver the shorter man fell to the floor saw the incoming blade and prepared for defeat. But it never came. Lying on the dirt packed floor Erkenbrand wondered what was taking his challenger so long to finish the match. When no gloating face appeared above his he raised his head to find himself alone in the courtyard. Groaning he realized that the young prince must be off to collect the bet. "He must be in a real hurry—not even bothering to gloat"

With his school back slung over one shoulder while racing down the streets the young prince attempted to dodge the passer byes. Not that there were many. The upper Firien district mostly chartered to the Healing Houses University as well as the King's Institute of Weaponry which he had just exited. And at such a late hour most of the students and professors were in bed. Feeling a cool breeze pick up from his speed he rounded a corner from the main library and failed to notice a slight figure also rounding the corner until it was to late.

To be fair the young lady herself was not paying much attention to her surroundings. Her legs were tired and she felt lightheaded. Muttering under her breath she promised herself that this was going to be the last late night she would have to endure for the next month. Hearing rapid footfalls she realized to late that some one was coming around the bend when what felt like a wall knocked the air from her lungs and then promptly fell on top of her like a ton a bricks. She toppled to the street her books cushioning the fall papers went flying from both their bags. Gasping she attempted to pull what she assumed was another drunken student from the King's Weaponry institute off her. Forgetting to be nice she shouted

"For the love of—get off me!"

Slightly surprised the young man was prepared to let his charm roll right off his tongue when a well placed smack to the face rendered him speechless. He had no idea where she'd come from. A part of his old stubbornness remained however and he good naturally replied " I will in just a moment—seeing the girl's spectacles perched haphazardly on her forehead he couldn't help but smirk. Using one hand to prop himself above her he looked down. Her face was mostly covered in shadow from the nearby bookstore. He could easily appreciate the feel of her through her shift and was fairly certain that she was of the female persuasion as her skirts were tangled up around his legs. Using his other hand he adjusted her spectacles fitting them on her face. Most likely a student from the Healing Houses University. Giving a dark chuckle he would have stayed to at least see her face if hadn't had bigger and better fish to catch. Carelessly grabbing at the sheaves parchment without so much as a backward glance he was gone rounding the corner up to the Hall of Music.

Feeling disgruntled her dreamy state forgotten Ivrin pulled her self up dusting the traces of grit and dirt from her sleeves. Muttering all the while

"I am not surprised. Or impressed by the stupidity…."

It had been a long day.

Can someone tell me how to double space between paragraphs? I find that when the blocks are separated it's less intense on the eyes.