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I know its has taken me forever to get an new chapter up, but I have kind of writing 3 and 4 together, so chapter 4 should be up soon. Also for the wait I have added a summary for a new fanfiction that might be in the works. Its right below please let me know what you think.
No title for this at the moment. Ava is Tristan's youngest sister and this is her story. She watched as here home burn to the ground, by the Saxons. Found by the Saxons Ava is then taken and made to be Cynric's slave. When a small band of Saxons are sent to Briton to check out the land, name is taken along. Ava starts having dreaming of the Saxons killing her brother and other knights. Runs off and is soon found by the Woads, who have plans for her in the near future. Maybe a LancelotOC or GawainOC or GalahadOC. ((Name to change))
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Now here is chapter 3.
Chapter 3: Names are Simple
After resting there for a moment, Larien sat up and looked at the man, could she really trust these men who had pulled her and the others from the dungeon. The man before had just help her with her dislocated shoulder, but still he was human, they where driven by power and lust. Looking in the man's dark brown eyes, Larien searched for what ever may lay behind them. There was a lot of anger and saddens behind them, Larien wanted to ask why, but she did not know how.
The thought about what Lord Elrond had said just before she had woken up, played across her mind. Listen to them and to ask for help, but how was she to do that when she didn't even know what they where saying to begin with. It had to be something basic, Larien knew, but what that was. 'Our names!' Larien thought to herself as a small smile graced her lips.
"Larien," she said placing her hand on her chest to indicate herself. Placing her hand the on the man shoulder, Larien hoped he would understand what she was trying to do. The man only looked at her confused. Larien repeated her actions, by placing her hand on her chest and saying her name, then placed her hand on his shoulder.
Staring at the woman Lancelot wondered what the woman was trying to say. The woman repeated her actions for a third time, placing her hand on her chest and saying, "Larien," then placing her hand on his chest.
Hearing a laugh come from the other part of the carriage, Lancelot looked over to see Dagonet with a smile on his face, "I believe she is trying to tell you her name and find out what your name is."
Lancelot let out a small laugh as he realized Dagonet was probably right. Turning his attention back to the woman, but her attention seemed to be on the boy Dagonet was tending to, but she must have realized he was staring at her, because she quickly looked back at him with her clear blue eyes.
The man was now looking at her again and whatever his friend had said to him, seemed to help the man understand her. "Lancelot," the man said as put his hand on his chest, then looking at her "Larien."
Larien felt a small smile come to her face when she heard the man say her name. "Lancelot," Larien said bring a grin to the knight's face. A moment of silence passed between them and then the healer knight said something to Lancelot, who then looked back at Larien with a sad smile and then turn to leave the carriage. Sitting there for a moment Larien then turned her attention to the other woman who had been in the dungeon with her.
Sticking her head out of the carriage, seeing the snow covered grounds and the bear trees Larien wondered if would be able to find happiness in this world, where there seemed to be hardly any. Sitting down in the furs, Larien pulled some around her, even though she was not cold. Watching the humans Larien's thought began to stray to her mother, who had been of the people of Rohan. Her mother had been young when she fell in love with her father, but Larien's father was not half elven and was unable to give up his immortality, and they were not aloud to marry. But they where deeply in love and not being married didn't stop them from having children, they had Larien's two older brothers few years after they had been together. Larien's mother give birth to Larien in her mid-forties and she was left in a weaken state. Becoming extremely ill a few years later, her mother soon died. Larien had been told it took a little more then a year for her father to fade, because of a broken heart. Having no real memories of her parents, Larien had to rely on stories from others and what her dreams came up with. She was anger them for falling in love, for leaving her and her brothers in the world alone.
Something wet hit Larien's face; bring her out of her thoughts. It was lightly snowing a smile coming to her face, after being in that dungeon for so long, she missed this. Glancing around the elf watched the humans who seemed to be staring back and whispering, with Guinevere help Larien had learn the basics of the humans language. With the basics of their language she knew she could figure out most of the rest. Sitting there she listened for a while…then the sleep that her body wanted took over.
Feeling hay under her, Larien opened her eyes to find herself sitting on the ground of a stable. Standing up she brushed the hay off her pants and glanced around trying to figure out where her dreams had taken her this time. Spotting a flag with a white horse on it Larien realized she was in a stable in Rohan, which made since she had been thinking of Rohan before she fell asleep. She had spent about ten years in Rohan, trying to learn about her mother's people. Feeling something nudge her shoulder, Larien looked over to see Meldiron in a stall. Smiling she went to pet her horse.
"You seem to be learning their language quite well," Larien knew that voice and turned to see Lord Elrond standing there.
"Is he okay, Meldiron?" she asked as she turned back to her horse.
Lord Elrond walked over stood next to her, looking at the stallion, "You will find out soon enough."
Eyeing the Lord, Larien wondered if it was wroth asking what he meant and then decide against it knowing he would not answer her. "I don't see the point in learning their language even though I have. I don't plan on staying," Larien said nothing, taking her eyes from Meldiron.
"Larien, you haven't give this world, these people enough time," for a moment Larien thought she heard a worried tone in his voice.
Looking at Elrond with a determined and sad look in her eyes, "I am not staying, I won't!"
"And why not!"
"Because, I won't end up like my father, I can't do it! I…I…" There were tears in Larien's eyes. "I'm not doing this anymore," everything started to go black.
"The woman, she was healed Arthur," Lancelot said to his commander, who was looking at him with confusion, "No bruise and scares that look old, all she had was a dislocated shoulder. I also noticed a point to her ears. And I believe her name is Larien."
"I have never seen or heard of such a person in Briton or anywhere else for that matter who could do such things. Do you think she is a threat?" Arthur asked.
"I don't believe she is a threat," Lancelot hoped she wasn't for some reason this woman interested him.
"We will just have to keep a watch over Larien then just to make sure she is not," Arthur said as Dagonet road his horse up next to them.
Excusing himself Lancelot decide to go back and see if Larien was awake because she hadn't been when he had passed by to go and see Arthur.
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