A/N: Sorry for the longer than usual and short chapter. I had writers block but I am back now and will (hopefully) be able to get back to weekly updates. Thanks for sticking with me, reading, reviewing, favouriting and following this story it really means alot!
Legolas's POV.
We continue to run over the plains pausing every now and then to catch our breath and have a drink of water. Two nights have come and gone and still we are no closer to catching the orcs. My concern for Kieana grows with every passing hour, the thought of losing her causing my heart to ache in a way it hasn't since the death of my mother and I know in the back of my mind that should anything happen to my new friend I would not be able to go on living for life without her would not be worth living.
"Legolas?" Aragorns voice asks bringing me out of my thoughts and back to the present.
"Are you ok laddie?" Gimli asks glancing up at me with a questioning look on his face.
"Fine, just thinking about home. Wondering how my father is." I say. "If he is managing to keep the spiders at bay."
"You are worrying over a little infestation of spiders in your palace? Surely there are more pressing matters." Gimli says.
"These are not your run of the mill garden spider Master Dwarf, they are man eaters with enough venom to kill a man if he is not treated swiftly." Aragorn says.
"You have experience with them?" Gimli asks.
"I have come across them once or twice in my travels over the years, they are quick, hard to kill and tend to travel in packs." Aragorn says.
"We need to get out of sight." I say. "There is a band of horsemen coming, they are but a few leagues off and riding hard."
We run to a nearby cluster of rocks and hide behind them disappearing from site mere seconds before the horses come thundering past us.
"They are from Rohan, they may be able to help us."Aragorn says before he runs out from our hiding place and hails them. "Riders of Rohan! What news from the Mark?"
A man at the front of the pack raises his spear and the group turns around and comes to surround the three of us in a tight circle spears pointing at us from all directions.
"What business does an Elf, a Man and a Dwarf have in the Riddermark? Speak quickly." a man who I am assuming is the leader demands.
I hear sense Gimli's unease as the dwarf fingers his axe before staring defiantly up at the man before us "Give me your name horsemaster and I shall give you mine." he says.
At this the man hands his spear to one of his companions and dismounts from his horse before drawing his sword and pointing at Gimli "I would cut off your head, Dwarf if it stood but a little higher from the ground." he says in a threatening tone.
Not liking that this man is threatening my friend and companion I remove my bow from my back and nock an arrow pointing it at the man and glaring at him "You would die before your stroke fell." I say.
"And you would die shortly thereafter." a voice says from behind me and I feel the cold of steel on my neck as a man holds his sword to my throat.
"I would not do that if I was you." a soft voice says and a hooded figure pushes through the riders and comes to a stop in front of the horsemens leader. "You know not whom you threaten."
"It matters not who they are, only that they are in Rohan without first seeking permission from the King." The leader says.
"Well unless you would like to incur the wrath of the Elven King I would strongly suggest you ask your man to lower his sword." the hooded figure says.
The leaders face pales slightly at the mention of my Father but he recovers quickly and stares defiantly at the hooded figure. "Why would the Elven King have any interest in what happens in my lands?" he asks.
"He wouldn't." the figure says. "If however you slay his son I assure you he will not merely be interested in the goings on in Rohan. He will send forth an army the likes of which will swiftly lay to waste all that you have fought so hard to build and Saruman will be the least of your troubles."
"To my knowledge I have not threatened his son." the man says.
"No. But you are holding him at knife point." the figure replies.
"And why should I take your word for it when you will not even show your face?" he asks.
The figure throws back their hood meeting the mans gaze and a sense of relief floods through me as I recognize the long blonde hair and pointed ears of my friend. "I am Kieana of Lothlorien." she says. "These are my companions Aragorn son of Arathorn, Gimli son of Gloin and Legolas son of Thranduil who as you are no doubt aware is the King of Northern Mirkwood."
"We are friends of Rohan and of your King." Aragorn says pushing my arm down so my arrow is pointed at the ground. I comply with his silent request but keep the arrow nocked in case things take a turn for the worse.
"Theoden no longer recognizes friend from foe."he continues removing his helmet and sheathing his sword. "Not even his own kin. I am Eomer, his nephew with me are those still loyal to Rohan and for that we are banished for Saruman has poisoned the mind of the King and taken lordship over these lands." he adds and his men lower their weapons. Satisfied that we are no longer under threat I return the arrow to my quiver before slinging the my bow over my back.
"We are pursuing a party of Uruk-hai westward across the plains, they have taken two of our friends captive." Aragorn says.
"The Uruks are destroyed, we slaughtered them during the night." Eomer says.
"But there were two Hobbits, did you see to Hobbits with them?"Gimli asks.
"They would be small, only children to your eyes." Aragorn adds.
"We left none alive. We piled the carcasses and burned them." Eomer says pointing to a smoking pile in the distance.
"Dead?" Gimli asks.
Eomer nods grimly "I am sorry.
"There is no need for apologies my lord." Kieana says and I shoot her a questioning look. "Merry and Pippin are alive, the orcs started fighting and we made our escape." she says.
"But I saw no sign of you among the orcs." Eomer says.
"Nay you would not have, for the cloaks of my people keep us hidden from unfriendly eyes and you were focused on the battle." she says.
Eomer regards her for a few moments before turning his head and whistling "Hasufel, Arod." he calls and two horses one grey and one brown come trotting through the riders towards him. "May these horses bear you to better fortune than their former masters, farewell." he says putting his helmet back on his head and returning to his horse.
Just as they are turning to leave a third horse comes trotting through the crowd, this one coming to a halt in front of Kieana and thrusting his nose into her hands. "Would you mind if I continue to ride this horse?" she asks reaching up and patting the tall black stallion in front of her.
"It seems he has already made his choice." Eomer says with a smile. "We ride North!" he calls to his men and we watch as they ride away across the plains.
A/N I know this is shorter than normal and I am sorry for that..but as I said before I had wicked bad writers block. Thanks for reading and please feel free to review, fav, follow and PM me if you wish! Also suggestions if you have any suggestions for how the Kieana/Legolas relationship could progress feel free to let me know in a review or PM...and also a name for Kieanas horse would be great. Thanks again lovely readers!