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A/N: My third fic people. Guess there's not much more to tell you apart from me raving about Pirates of the Caribbean, which I will do now.
I loved it. It was the best movie I have ever seen. Well maybe not the best, but it was as good as lotr, maybe better, we'll have to see. It was soooooo funny. I won't sit here quoting it cuz that would take a page. I've memorized nearly the entire movie and I've only seen it three times. The only bad part was the end when Orlando Bloom kissed that evil girl. At least it was only once.
I think the names might be a bit off. I don't think that they're actual Rohan names, but oh well. Most of those names aren't that important of characters anyway. I liked the name Kiara people and I know it's not a Rohan name but I'm using it anyways.
Anyways on with the story. Remember people: REVIEW!!!!!!!!
Chapter 1
A young girl watched as her father was dragged before the judge. The king sat upon his high chair, outfitted regally in clothes of rich scarlet and deep blue, adorned with silver and gold. He looked down on the disheveled man before him. The man wore ragged, torn clothes that he had obviously been wearing for some time. His hair was a mess, and he looked thin and malnourished.
A man standing beside King Fengel announced the pathetic man. "Sir Belegvorn of Starkhollow." The king looked down upon the man, who knelt looking down at the floor. Éomer nodded, and the announcer continued. "You are accused of the murder of your wife. In mirror of your own crime, against she whom you swore to love and never hurt, your punishment will be death."
Murmurs came from the watching crowd. Few were allowed to this tribunal, as was the way with any other tribunal; but those given permission to come always came, whether to defend or accuse the victim.
"Noooo," a cried erupted from the young girl.
"Miss Kiara, please hold your tongue," said the announcer. "You are -".
Fengel raised a hand to silence him. "Speak, young lady, for you wish to say something, and I will not judge until all that will be said has been said. Come forward."
Kiara stood up and made her way to the front of the room. She looked up at the king, who returned her gaze with emotionless eyes. He took no sides. He only judged.
"Father did not murder my mother. We were hunting just outside our village of Starkhollow. It was midsummer's night and all were out feasting on the grounds of the king near the center of the village. All save my mother. She had fallen ill, and was resting in bed. Father and I went out to hunt so that we might cook her a nice meal. We did not wish that she miss out on the festivities of that night. I found some wild onions. I stayed to collect them and father went off to find a rabbit, which we had been hunting for. He was gone no more than twenty minutes, and returned to me with a rabbit, and a fine stewing rabbit, proof that he did not murder my mother."
Another man stood up. "Permission to speak my lord," he asked, nodding towards Fengel. The king nodded and the man continued. "I do not wish to distort what this girl says for I believe that she tells the truth in her eyes. But I shall tell you, my good ladies and gentlemen, what I saw. I had come back to look for Reina, for I noticed that she wasn't at the celebrations, and neither was her husband and daughter. I went looking for them to invite them to the feast. When I got there I found the house empty and the door unlocked and unbarred. I decided that something was wrong, so I entered the house. I found Reina dead upon bloody sheets. Her throat had been slit."
"That does not mean that I killed her," Belegvorn said hoarsely, for the rope around his neck was tight.
"Everyone else was at the feast. Who else might have done such a thing?"
"I have no motive for killing my wife," replied Belegvorn.
"But there is no other that could have done such a thing, for I do not believe that the girl murdered her mother," said the man. "The motive was perhaps jealousy but I will not say that it is for sure, for I do not know."
"You might have killed her," said Belegvorn.
"I have no reason for killing Reina. I bear no grudge against her," said the man. He turned to Kiara. "What hour was it when your father left to hunt the rabbit, while you gathered onions?"
"Dusk was coming on, but there was still light enough to see by," she replied.
"You see, it could not have been me. I left the feast while the moon was rising the night was upon us. When I got to the house Reina was already dead. And there are many that were at the feast that can vouch for my whereabouts."
Kiara only realized moments after the man had stopped speaking the trap that she had walked into. He was telling the truth because no one seemed to be contradicting him, but as long as he said that he had come after her father, it would be believed that Belegvorn killed his wife.
One man near the back stood up. "Permission to speak my lord," he said nodding his head toward Fengel. Again Fengel nodded. "I will just say this, this that is my belief. Belegvorn is known for his quick temper, and it is known that he angers easily. Perhaps he might have killed his wife for the reason of a prior disagreement. Also Barathor," he nodded toward the man who had been persecuting Belegvorn, "is known to be a kind and gentle soul, always helpful and gracious. A fine man, I might add. It is my thought that he did not kill Reina and rather it was done by Belegvorn."
There were murmurs of approval amidst the crowd.
Another man stood up and asked permission to speak, and got it. "I can vouch for the whereabouts of Barathor. He was at the feast until just after the moon had peaked over the mountains. He said to me, 'I have not seen Reina, Belegvorn or Kiara tonight'. I hadn't noticed but when he mentioned it, I did notice that they weren't to be seen. Barathor said to me, 'I will go check on them. I do hope nothing has happened'. I told him that it was a good idea, and he left towards their house."
Many more men stood up. Some confirmed what the second man had said, saying that they had seen Barathor at the feast and had seen him leave when the moon peaked over the mountain. Some voiced their thoughts on the innocence of Barathor.
Only one spoke up in the defense of Belegvorn. "Permission to speak my lord," said the woman. Fengel granted it. " I do not believe that Belegvorn would do such a thing. He loved Reina dearly and would not harm her, under any circumstances."
Fengel looked at her. "You are Etena, sister of Belegvorn." Fengel shot her a questioning glance.
Etena looked confused, but nodded. This seemed to satisfy the king.
"Is there anybody who wishes to speak?" asked Fengel.
A few more men and some women spoke up, but none in the defense of Belegvorn.
Finally all that was to be said had been said. Fengel stood up. "After what I have heard, it is my belief that Belegvorn is guilty of killing the lady Reina. For that his -."
"No," Kiara cried again. "You do not know what you are doing it was not him. You cannot kill him. Please you must -."
"Miss Kiara," the announcer said again. "You have already been given a chance to speak. Please hold your tongue." This time Fengel did not interrupt him.
Kiara looked as if she was about to speak once more, but she sat down, dejected and beaten.
Fengel continued. "Your punishment for this crime will be death. You shall be hung by the neck at high noon tomorrow."
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Kiara watched as her father was dragged up to the noose. He did not struggle. He came without a fight. Belegvorn knew he was beaten. Everyone had condemned him. The only allies he had left were his daughter and his sister.
There was no possible chance of escape. His hands were tied behind his back and an escort of five guards marched beside and behind him.
The announcer began. He read out the crimes of Belegvorn and his punishment. It was very formal. Everyone was silent, waiting for judgement to be doled out.
The king stood near by. He watched with his second in command and his betrothed. All were hard eyed with expression of grim determination. Just below them stood Barathor, seeming almost happy at the sight of the pathetic Belegvorn. Kiara looked at him with pure hatred, and suddenly she knew why Barathor had left the festivities.
Kiara looked back to the wooden landing where the noose hung. The executioner was hanging that terrible loop of rope around her father's neck. A look of terror entered his eyes as the rope encircled his neck, knowing that he only had a few more minutes to live. Kiara looked at him with despair and helplessness.
Then the trap door was opened and Belegvorn fell. The rope tightened around his neck cutting off the air to his lungs. He struggled for a minute then went limp, and hung lifeless by his neck on that hateful platform.
Kiara could bear no more. She took one last look at her father, then turned and pushed past the people blocking her way, not caring if they got hurt or not. She finally got past the crowd onto one of the little streets that led from the square. She ran home, tears rolling down her cheeks the whole way.
When she entered the house, she raced to her room and threw herself down on her bed, and sobbed.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
A knock on the door made her look up. Barathor looked at her from her doorway.
"You" Kiara hissed. "What do you want?"
"I just wanted to say I'm sorry. I didn't want it to be this way, but Reina deserves justice for her murder." He looked at her with compassion. It looked forced though, like he did not want to show compassion, or had none.
"My father did not murder my mother," she screamed.
"I thought you might say that. It will take some time for you to come to terms with all of this," he said soothingly.
"I know who murdered my mother," she said quietly to him. Her voice was deadly though. "And it was not my father."
Barathor looked at her. In his eyes she saw hatred and a trace of fear, though he tried to mask his emotions with pity. She saw right through though. Their eyes met for no more than three seconds, then Barathor turned and left without another word.
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A/N: Well I hope you guys liked that. If you did, remember to review and tell me. I always love reviews and I'm open to suggestions.
Namaarie
A/N: My third fic people. Guess there's not much more to tell you apart from me raving about Pirates of the Caribbean, which I will do now.
I loved it. It was the best movie I have ever seen. Well maybe not the best, but it was as good as lotr, maybe better, we'll have to see. It was soooooo funny. I won't sit here quoting it cuz that would take a page. I've memorized nearly the entire movie and I've only seen it three times. The only bad part was the end when Orlando Bloom kissed that evil girl. At least it was only once.
I think the names might be a bit off. I don't think that they're actual Rohan names, but oh well. Most of those names aren't that important of characters anyway. I liked the name Kiara people and I know it's not a Rohan name but I'm using it anyways.
Anyways on with the story. Remember people: REVIEW!!!!!!!!
Chapter 1
A young girl watched as her father was dragged before the judge. The king sat upon his high chair, outfitted regally in clothes of rich scarlet and deep blue, adorned with silver and gold. He looked down on the disheveled man before him. The man wore ragged, torn clothes that he had obviously been wearing for some time. His hair was a mess, and he looked thin and malnourished.
A man standing beside King Fengel announced the pathetic man. "Sir Belegvorn of Starkhollow." The king looked down upon the man, who knelt looking down at the floor. Éomer nodded, and the announcer continued. "You are accused of the murder of your wife. In mirror of your own crime, against she whom you swore to love and never hurt, your punishment will be death."
Murmurs came from the watching crowd. Few were allowed to this tribunal, as was the way with any other tribunal; but those given permission to come always came, whether to defend or accuse the victim.
"Noooo," a cried erupted from the young girl.
"Miss Kiara, please hold your tongue," said the announcer. "You are -".
Fengel raised a hand to silence him. "Speak, young lady, for you wish to say something, and I will not judge until all that will be said has been said. Come forward."
Kiara stood up and made her way to the front of the room. She looked up at the king, who returned her gaze with emotionless eyes. He took no sides. He only judged.
"Father did not murder my mother. We were hunting just outside our village of Starkhollow. It was midsummer's night and all were out feasting on the grounds of the king near the center of the village. All save my mother. She had fallen ill, and was resting in bed. Father and I went out to hunt so that we might cook her a nice meal. We did not wish that she miss out on the festivities of that night. I found some wild onions. I stayed to collect them and father went off to find a rabbit, which we had been hunting for. He was gone no more than twenty minutes, and returned to me with a rabbit, and a fine stewing rabbit, proof that he did not murder my mother."
Another man stood up. "Permission to speak my lord," he asked, nodding towards Fengel. The king nodded and the man continued. "I do not wish to distort what this girl says for I believe that she tells the truth in her eyes. But I shall tell you, my good ladies and gentlemen, what I saw. I had come back to look for Reina, for I noticed that she wasn't at the celebrations, and neither was her husband and daughter. I went looking for them to invite them to the feast. When I got there I found the house empty and the door unlocked and unbarred. I decided that something was wrong, so I entered the house. I found Reina dead upon bloody sheets. Her throat had been slit."
"That does not mean that I killed her," Belegvorn said hoarsely, for the rope around his neck was tight.
"Everyone else was at the feast. Who else might have done such a thing?"
"I have no motive for killing my wife," replied Belegvorn.
"But there is no other that could have done such a thing, for I do not believe that the girl murdered her mother," said the man. "The motive was perhaps jealousy but I will not say that it is for sure, for I do not know."
"You might have killed her," said Belegvorn.
"I have no reason for killing Reina. I bear no grudge against her," said the man. He turned to Kiara. "What hour was it when your father left to hunt the rabbit, while you gathered onions?"
"Dusk was coming on, but there was still light enough to see by," she replied.
"You see, it could not have been me. I left the feast while the moon was rising the night was upon us. When I got to the house Reina was already dead. And there are many that were at the feast that can vouch for my whereabouts."
Kiara only realized moments after the man had stopped speaking the trap that she had walked into. He was telling the truth because no one seemed to be contradicting him, but as long as he said that he had come after her father, it would be believed that Belegvorn killed his wife.
One man near the back stood up. "Permission to speak my lord," he said nodding his head toward Fengel. Again Fengel nodded. "I will just say this, this that is my belief. Belegvorn is known for his quick temper, and it is known that he angers easily. Perhaps he might have killed his wife for the reason of a prior disagreement. Also Barathor," he nodded toward the man who had been persecuting Belegvorn, "is known to be a kind and gentle soul, always helpful and gracious. A fine man, I might add. It is my thought that he did not kill Reina and rather it was done by Belegvorn."
There were murmurs of approval amidst the crowd.
Another man stood up and asked permission to speak, and got it. "I can vouch for the whereabouts of Barathor. He was at the feast until just after the moon had peaked over the mountains. He said to me, 'I have not seen Reina, Belegvorn or Kiara tonight'. I hadn't noticed but when he mentioned it, I did notice that they weren't to be seen. Barathor said to me, 'I will go check on them. I do hope nothing has happened'. I told him that it was a good idea, and he left towards their house."
Many more men stood up. Some confirmed what the second man had said, saying that they had seen Barathor at the feast and had seen him leave when the moon peaked over the mountain. Some voiced their thoughts on the innocence of Barathor.
Only one spoke up in the defense of Belegvorn. "Permission to speak my lord," said the woman. Fengel granted it. " I do not believe that Belegvorn would do such a thing. He loved Reina dearly and would not harm her, under any circumstances."
Fengel looked at her. "You are Etena, sister of Belegvorn." Fengel shot her a questioning glance.
Etena looked confused, but nodded. This seemed to satisfy the king.
"Is there anybody who wishes to speak?" asked Fengel.
A few more men and some women spoke up, but none in the defense of Belegvorn.
Finally all that was to be said had been said. Fengel stood up. "After what I have heard, it is my belief that Belegvorn is guilty of killing the lady Reina. For that his -."
"No," Kiara cried again. "You do not know what you are doing it was not him. You cannot kill him. Please you must -."
"Miss Kiara," the announcer said again. "You have already been given a chance to speak. Please hold your tongue." This time Fengel did not interrupt him.
Kiara looked as if she was about to speak once more, but she sat down, dejected and beaten.
Fengel continued. "Your punishment for this crime will be death. You shall be hung by the neck at high noon tomorrow."
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Kiara watched as her father was dragged up to the noose. He did not struggle. He came without a fight. Belegvorn knew he was beaten. Everyone had condemned him. The only allies he had left were his daughter and his sister.
There was no possible chance of escape. His hands were tied behind his back and an escort of five guards marched beside and behind him.
The announcer began. He read out the crimes of Belegvorn and his punishment. It was very formal. Everyone was silent, waiting for judgement to be doled out.
The king stood near by. He watched with his second in command and his betrothed. All were hard eyed with expression of grim determination. Just below them stood Barathor, seeming almost happy at the sight of the pathetic Belegvorn. Kiara looked at him with pure hatred, and suddenly she knew why Barathor had left the festivities.
Kiara looked back to the wooden landing where the noose hung. The executioner was hanging that terrible loop of rope around her father's neck. A look of terror entered his eyes as the rope encircled his neck, knowing that he only had a few more minutes to live. Kiara looked at him with despair and helplessness.
Then the trap door was opened and Belegvorn fell. The rope tightened around his neck cutting off the air to his lungs. He struggled for a minute then went limp, and hung lifeless by his neck on that hateful platform.
Kiara could bear no more. She took one last look at her father, then turned and pushed past the people blocking her way, not caring if they got hurt or not. She finally got past the crowd onto one of the little streets that led from the square. She ran home, tears rolling down her cheeks the whole way.
When she entered the house, she raced to her room and threw herself down on her bed, and sobbed.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
A knock on the door made her look up. Barathor looked at her from her doorway.
"You" Kiara hissed. "What do you want?"
"I just wanted to say I'm sorry. I didn't want it to be this way, but Reina deserves justice for her murder." He looked at her with compassion. It looked forced though, like he did not want to show compassion, or had none.
"My father did not murder my mother," she screamed.
"I thought you might say that. It will take some time for you to come to terms with all of this," he said soothingly.
"I know who murdered my mother," she said quietly to him. Her voice was deadly though. "And it was not my father."
Barathor looked at her. In his eyes she saw hatred and a trace of fear, though he tried to mask his emotions with pity. She saw right through though. Their eyes met for no more than three seconds, then Barathor turned and left without another word.
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A/N: Well I hope you guys liked that. If you did, remember to review and tell me. I always love reviews and I'm open to suggestions.
Namaarie