Me: okay Eomir, you win.
Eomir: so…I'm in?
Me: if you stop harassing me, yes.
Eomir: I was never harassing you.
Me: …..
Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings.
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Part 3
Legolas was forced to stop when he came across a ravine…and Aragorn was falling behind again. The elf looked back at the human with annoyance. The man's endurance was in need of some help. It seemed breaking both his legs had, indeed, done some damage to him.
As the ranger halted in front of him, he gasped, "Don't…say…anything!"
"Aragorn, I'll only make fun of you when you walk into trees you've lived with your entire life."
The ranger nodded. "Still no sign of our endangered fellow, eh?"
"None." The elf wandered to the edge of the ravine and Aragorn studied the ground. "What…?" Legolas looked down at the ravine floor closely. "Aragorn, there are orc's down here." Aragorn frowned at the patch of ground he was examining. "Estel?"
The ranger knelt and touched the dirt. "Looks like they've had some problems." The man mused quietly.
"ARAGORN!"
The ranger looked up at his friend. "You should be able to see them Legolas. The tracks are fresh."
Legolas glared. "There are dead orc's down there." The elf pointed.
"Can you see anything over there?" Aragorn continued to ignore his friend and pointed over the ravine.
"YES! Dead orc's!!"
"What?"
"You must have a hearing problem, Estel."
"Forget the orc's for two minutes. Can you see anyone out there?"
"I see rocks, grass…"
"Legolas…"
"You already know it's the riders of Rohan, Estel. I'm just telling you what I see otherwise."
The ranger moaned, and then leaped over the ravine. "Shall we?"
The prince pouted. "And we don't even get the benefit of killing any orc's!"
His complaint was no heard, so he jumped and followed his friend towards the horsemen.
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They had her. Armed men and horses surrounded her. One of the men was bandaging her leg and speaking quickly in a language she didn't understand. When he paused and looked up at her, she bit her lip and shook her head. He had finished bandaging her leg and the result was a shortened pant leg and dusty brown cloth wrapped around her leg several times. The man repeated what he'd said more slowly and got the same reply. Another man said something and the man in front of her 'ah-ed' in realization.
This time he put a hand on his chest and said a single word she took to be a name.
"Eomir."
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Eomir watched the girl's reaction carefully. She hesitantly touched his shoulder with gentle fingers and said, "Eomir." He nodded and then she touched her collar bone and said, "Scarletta."
He smiled and nodded again. He offered her his hand, ignoring his men's orc warnings. She slowly placed her delicate fingers in his. He pulled her to her feet and held her steady when she wobbled. Then a shout reached his ears:
"SURVIERS!!"
Eomir let another man hold Scarletta while he moved forward to investigate. His men were already mounting and preparing to ride against the threat. Eomir scanned the land before him. Two forms were making there way towards them, fast. The Third Mark Captain smiled.
"Shall we ride to meet them?"
"No" Eomir turned back to see Scarletta being taught the names of various objects. "I recognize them."
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Aragorn had been relived to find no human bodies with the orcs. But it concerned him that an attack would occur during daytime, just before noon. Orcs didn't attack during the day. They slept.
Legolas had the same thoughts running through his head. But now he could see something different about the riders.
There was a girl with them.
The Rohirrim didn't travel with women, so they must have just saved her. But the dark, flaming red of her hair wasn't something common to the Riddimark. It came from farther south, he was sure. But what was an elf like her doing out here?
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Okay, I know that argument was FAR from being anything like Aragorn and Legolas, but it was so much fun to write...
Eomir: it was brilliant, my lady.
Me: shouldn't you be off thinking about what you'll do next?
Eomir: (--smiles--) I already have an idea...
