I just want to thank all those who have reviewed from the bottom of my heart! They've been really wonderful. I am Especially grateful to those who have reviewed multiple chapters. It's really touching that some of you have told me how much you love Zierra, or how you like the world that was created.

This story means a lot to me so that is just awesome to hear. I can't wait for you all to see where this story takes you. I think you'll enjoy the twists and turns I have planned!

In this chapter I plan on exploring the Fae Realm for a little while. Then I'll start on the journey to Helm's Deep.

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VII Arrondissement

Paris, France

Ezra placed his hand on the frame of the double doors that lead to a large bonus room, where Aliyah and Ellie had taken Kat.

For a moment his hand hovered over the door, hesitant to knock. He wanted to give Aliyah all the time she needed to grieve but time to act was dire. He couldn't bring Kat back but giving Aliyah justice was feasible. Raising his fist, the door was pulled back before he could touch his knuckles against the wood. Aliyah leaned against the door; her bronze skin illuminated by the candles that lit up the room. Her brown eyes were puffy and her face blotchy from the exuberant amount of tears she'd produced.

"Hey beautiful." He said, with a half smile. "Knew it was me?"

"I always know." She answered, her voice so hoarse she sounded sick. Pulling the door open the rest of the way, Aliyah motioned him inside.

Ezra's eyes fell first on Katerina's casket. Made of glass, it floated in the air, surrounded by a soft ivory shimmer(a spell meant to preserve the casket's inhabitants). Her long hair fell in even curls framing her face. She wore a scarlet lace dress that matched her matte lipstick. Apple blossoms and white poppies surrounded her entirely; a tradition amongst the covens as a way to send a loved one into the afterlife in peace.

"It's really beautiful." Ezra commented, rubbing Aliyah's back.

"Mhmm." Aliyah mumbled with a soft content sigh; suddenly grateful for the subtle massage(her muscles were seriously aching).

"My mother asks that I go to the Fae Realm. She wants their wisdom and insight to see if together we can discover the Bishop's plan." He paused, wishing nothing more than to stay beside her, giving her the comfort she so clearly needed. "Aliyah-"

Aliyah moved from his grasp, placing her hands on his face with a firm expression; though Ezra could see the pain in her eyes that she tried to reign in. "I know what you're going to say, but it's okay." She closed her eyes, clenching her jaw as the tears threatened to fall. "The only way we can make her sacrifice worth it is if we stop them."

Ezra pulled her close, their lips touching as he spoke. "I love you, Liyah. Forever."

"Forever." She repeated, kissing him tenderly.

Turning to Ellie, who had moved a chair to stay close to her sister, Ezra knelt beside her. "I'm going to find justice for you both."

Her eyes remained locked on Katerina, but he could see the way her shoulders had tensed and watched from the corner of his eye when her fists were so tight her knuckles turned white; a spark of magic releasing from her left hand. Her agony was turning into anger. "Good." She reached for Ezra's arm. "What did the coven say about the Skeleton Key?"

"Nothing." He began, surprised she even had to ask. "Your family has been attacked twice, and now by the most egregious crime. They would never overstep our traditions." He paused looking at them both. "The LeFays will decide how we rescue Zierra."

She nodded. "I just needed to hear it, is all." She squeezed his hand. "My mind is all foggy."

"Exactly why they leave you be. You both need time." He gave Ellie a hug then moved to kiss Aliyah.

"When you are ready for the Remembrance, send word for me, and I'll be back in an instant." He kissed Aliyah's forehead, letting his lips linger against her skin.

"I will." She said, with her eyes closed, breathing in his scent of salt water and wood; his two Fae elements. "Just go before I can't let you anymore."

With a soft nod, Ezra's periwinkle eyes stared deep into Aliyah's expressive chocolate ones- everything he felt for the witch being revealed in his gaze- then turned to leave.

Fae Realm

The Forest of Aenyr quietly hummed with the sound of native birds- their coral wings fluttering as Ezra passed- and vibrant tree frogs that sang their own unique choruses.

The constant multicolored fog lingered amongst the dense trees, giving some of the Fae Realms' smallest creatures a safe place to hide(including the Sheirka. An animal that reminded Ezra of a cross between a holland lop bunny and a wombat that could camouflage itself amongst the colorful mist).

Tall blades of white grass brushed against his shins while large petaled flowers of every color turned in the direction of Ezra's steps.

Ezra's fingers brushed against the turquoise bark of every tree he passed, causing them to glow in response, as a way of acknowledging the life of everything around him.

A small pixie with pale yellow eyes and umber skin flew at his eye level. She was barely eight inches in length with wildly curly tangerine hair that swept down to her waist. A silver blade with a black cross guard was held firm in her small but mighty grasp as she placed her fists on her hips with a stern expression. "It's been almost a month, Ezra. Why do you insist on spending so much time in that wretched world?"

Ezra smirked, already used to Yiva's detest for the human realm. "I'm from that wretched world, Yiva. Born and raised, remember?"

Yiva crossed her arms over her chest giving him a smug look, even her black wings seemed to flutter in a self-satisfied manner as she spoke. "And look where you had to come when all hell broke loose. Must we always clean up the Human Realm's messes?"

Ezra placed his hand on a fallen tree, leaping over it before he raised a brow. "And what about the War of the Seven Fae Clans? The witch covens were quick to help us resolve that twelve year battle."

Yiva huffed. "A one time fluke four decades ago."

"Mhmm." Ezra watched the other pixies, all around Yiva's young age of 102 descend from the trees to greet him, including Xioro, her younger brother.

"Good to see you, Ezra. Is it true your True Love's mother's neck was snapped by a vampire?"

Ezra didn't even flinch. Pixies were an abrupt race with no filter or time for sensitivity. Maybe it was the fact that they lived for centuries and had learned that tip-toeing around feelings was a waste of time. Either way, Ezra had witnessed it for far too long to not expect it.

"Yes." He answered curtly, making it clear he would not comment any further. Just because he was used to their cold demeanor didn't mean he wanted to divulge in a conversation where the pain was still so near.

"This could mean war." Xioro said as the other pixies began to nod.

"Not could, Xioro." Ezra began before coming to a halt, several yards away from a massive structure of molded together trees. With his hand raised, the mystical thorny vines that surrounded the home of the Wood Faes responded to Ezra's magic, leaving room for him to enter. "This is war."

"I wish I had the right words, my son. But even now everything that comes to mind is extremely cliche." Veyro stood beside his son as they both leaned against the balcony railing.

Ezra rubbed his hand over his face with an ironic smile. "Father, I've felt exactly the same. I've done everything I can to be there for Aliyah but I just don't feel like it's enough. She- She's broken, Father." He paused, his eyes fixed on the crimson and violet leaves of the forest's canopy. "And I wish I could take it away."

"You can't." Veyro began. "But the Fae in you has an even stronger desire to make peace than the wizard in you." He placed a hand on his son's shoulder. "But peace isn't possible. At least not right now." He shrugged before continuing. "And maybe it won't be for a very long time. All you can do is be the man to Aliyah that I know you already are."

Ezra nodded, still gazing out at the trees, noticing a bergna(a green winged creature with four stump-like legs and an elongated snout) as it emerged from a cavity of a far off tree.

"Excuse me, Veyro." A voice from behind them called. "But the Fae council has reconvened in the Grand Hall."

"Thank you, Alvio." Veyro motioned for his son to follow. "Let's go, son. The Council has already decided that the Bishop's have declared war. Now it's just a matter of where we will strike."

With a nod, Ezra followed his father back inside the Wood Fae kingdom. The dome-like structure rose high above their heads. Thousands of trees had been molded and shaped together, their colorful bark illuminating the entire structure. Walls made of earth had been used to create seperate rooms and hallways with roots and rocks climbing upward along each one.

As they walked, Ezra and Veyro passed several young Fae, who were using their Wood magic to siphon sap from the bark, and throwing the sticky substance at one another.

"Ezra! It's been a long time!" The young faery sprinted forward with a wide grin. Her white hair was placed in an intricate braid with several strands framing her round face.

"Looks like you grew a few inches since last I saw you, Talia."

She nodded with pride. "Yes, and I passed all my third year Wood Magic exams too!"

"Wonderful." Ezra answered, raising his hand for a high five(he'd taught many of the Fae human culture over the years), while still walking toward the Grand Hall with his father. "See you." He waved, entering the last corridor before he'd reach the Grand Hall.

Talia paused, waving at Ezra with a grin before turning to run back to her friends. Veyro patted his son's shoulder, gesturing toward the way the child had taken off. "When Aliyah has had a chance to grieve, you really should consider taking Vexok's offer. You would make a fantastic Educator for our Fae minors. She is truly loved here as well."

As they reached the round entryway, Ezra waved his hand, causing the double doors to swing open, shaking his head in response to his father. "My home is the Human Realm. Besides, working under you as a junior ambassador is more than enough to keep me busy."

The Grand Hall was much like the rest of the Wood Fae's dwelling, dome-like and vibrant in color. It had twelve long rectangular tables facing horizontally, each with enough space to seat at least forty people. Banners of gold and blue were placed across the wall showcasing the symbol for the Wood Fae's magical element; a circle of tree age-lines.

Several Fae were enjoying meals and chit chat at each table while others played a game with wooden dice and small plants that moved across an octangular board on their own.

To the left of the room was a single table facing vertically. All twelve Fae rose to their feet upon Ezra and Veyro's entrance. A woman with long dark locks of coal and silver, and sepia colored skin raised her arms, immediately silencing the room.

"May we have only the council occupying the Grand Hall at this time?" She requested, causing many of the Fae to immediately rise and leave the Hall. With a warm smile, she motioned Ezra and Veyro forward. "Ezra, you become more handsome with each passing day. Come, give your Grandmother a hug."

Her lavender eyes were filled with immense adoration as Ezra approached. She enveloped him in her arms at once, kissing his cheek for good measure. "I am truly sorry for what you and Aliyah must be going through."

"Thank you, grandmother." Ezra answered softly. He could feel his emotions rising to the surface and with a sigh, a single tear fell across his cheek. Somehow being held by his grandmother had always made him feel vulnerable in the best kind of way.

Ezra's grandmother, Head Councilwoman Jaravayne, turned toward the others in the room. Reaching for her grandson's hand she gestured toward the vertically placed table. "Come, let us begin our session."

With everyone taking a seat, Jaravayne sat between Ezra and Veyro. Five male Fae councilmen sat to Ezra's right while six Fae council women sat to Veyro's left.

"Before your arrival, Ezra, we had convened with the other six Fae clans." Jaravayne explained. "The vote was unanimous. The Bishops actions were an act of war, and as such we've chosen to send twenty of our best Element Wielders from each clan." She paused, acknowledging each member who nodded in agreement. "Your Great-Uncle Aros was recently named Council Leader of the Water Fae clan, has alsonsent three of his best investigators to assist the witch covens in any way they can. Our next discussion lies on a plan of attack."

"Tell us everything we know so far." Jaravayne looked to her grandson, narrowing her gaze.

"The covens are interrogating the vampire-witch hybrid as we speak. Hopefully she can give us some insight to the Bishop's plan. In the meantime I'll need access to every Magical Historical Archive Room, even the Forbidden Documents."

The other Fae council members quietly murmured amongst themselves, drawing Ezra's attention, who quickly raised a hand to intercede. "I'm aware that some of the magical creature's history has been hidden and kept secret for generations for a reason. Considering some of the magic is to never be used again. But I believe the Bishop's know something regarding the LeFay necklace that we don't. Why else would they work so hard to get rid of it?"

Jaravayne pursed her lips, her eyebrow raising in sudden realization. "Ezra makes an excellent point." She turned to the others. "If there's a chance the LeFay necklace is the only way to stop the Bishops we'll need the forbidden documents to be sure."

"Every Fae Clan would have to agree if we are to access them,nJaravayne. And-" Garwin, a distant cousin of hers, began before Jaravayne interrupted.

"I am well aware of our laws, Garwin. We will discuss it with them immediately. But Ezra is the best to do it. As junior Ambassador to the witch covens and the true love of a LeFay witch, they'll trust him to be their strongest advocate."

"I agree." Stated another councilwoman before others followed suit. Soon the entire room had agreed to Jaravayne's statement, before Veyro spoke out.

"Then let's reach out to the other clans. The sooner Ezra can investigate the better."

Edoras

Inside Meduseld, Gandalf quietly observed Zierra as she explained her potion, intended to awaken Theodred from his comatose state, to King Theoden.

She was a rather odd young lady who often used her hands to express every word she spoke or fiddled with her hair when deep in thought(it seemed impossible for her to simply stand without some part of her body fidgeting). Still, despite her eccentricity, Gandalf could see nothing but good intentions. She had a kindly spirit and willingness to fight if need be.

"But it still has two days until it's complete, correct?" Eowyn asked standing next to her uncle.

"Yes." Zierra answered straightforwardly.

"I cannot delay our travels to Helms Deep." Theoden began, rubbing his chin as he began to pace. "But to leave when my son is still in such a state would be too great a risk."

"I have a spell called a Glamor." Zierra offered. "The spell would make him invisible and untouchableto whomever I chose. It's difficult to place on a large traveling group, and is typically used for a single individual or to conceal a structure." She fiddled with her hands looking disappointed. "I probably wouldn't last long enough for us to make it, but if it was just him, I could make it happen."

Gimli shook his head, sitting beside Legolas and Aragorn. "So the lass does have limits. Good to know." He whispered.

Legolas gave Giimli a slight nod of acknowledgement but Aragorn's gaze was fixed on Zierra, as he tried to observe her carefully. She was unlike any woman he'd ever met. Outspoken and completely unaware of traditional roles. She seemed so out of place in their world, her claims she was from another one had to be true. Still, to trust her the way the people of Rohan did so easily seemed ignorant. The power she seemed to possess was a great risk and he could not help but question whether she'd placed them all under a spell. Still, if that were the case he wondered why Gandalf had not sensed it… He would have to discover it for himself to be sure...

Theoden paused, his eyes full of caution. "Can you be sure he would remain safe?'

Zierra nodded. "Yes. I could even have Tutela help me. She can enhance my spells. I promise that during our journey I will focus all my resources on Theoden. He'll be safe." She looked toward the others in the room, hoping a good explanation and a lot of reassurance would keep tensions low. She especially didn't want to give Gandalf the wrong idea… Ugh, chill out Zierra. If he thought you were an enemy you'd have a good size hole in your chest from hia sword.

"Are you certain that will not harm him?" Theoden questioned a second time. He did not fear Zierra. She had only ever defended his family. It was her foreign magic that filled him with concern.

Zierra smiled at the King of Rohan. The love for his son and country drove a lot of his decisions and she admired him for it. "I promise he'll be okay." She snorted, biting her lip. "Magic and Medicine are often the only two things I don't mess up in life."

"My King, I fear the risk is too great. Theoden should remain here while your riders defend Rohan, taking Saruman by surprise." Aragorn knew he was overstepping his boundaries, but feared as Gandalf. Fleeing would only lead to more deaths.

Theoden turned to face Aragorn, his mouth a straight line and his eyes hard as stone. "Did you hear nothing of my previous command? You forget, Aragorn, that Eomer was in charge of the Eored, a large number of our best warriors. What am I to do with them gone?" He shook his head. "We will leave for Helms Deep. That fortess will give my people their best chance. I will not speak of this any further." He turned on his heel, facing Eowyn and Zierra. "Before I am convinced Theoden will be safe, I wish to see this spell of yours. Come, show me how he is to be hidden from sight."

Zierra nodded profusely, following the king and Eowyn toward the healing room.

With a drawn out sigh, Gandalf looked toward Aragorn, the two clearly thinking the same thing.

"Come, I must away. Walk me to the stables." Gandalf requested.

With a single nod, Aragorn did as he was asked, with Legolas and Gimli not far behind.

By the time they had stepped outside,

standing amongst the citizens of Rohan was Hama, who had drawn most of their attention with the sound of a horn blast. Everyone quickly grew silent.

"By order of the king, the city must empty!" We make for the refuge of Helm's Deep!"

With a few gasps and several cries of horror, the people rapidly began gathering their belongings, with some running back toward their own dwellings. The sorrow in their eyes was heavy, as several looked toward the elders in the community, fearful they would not make the journey.

"Do not burden yourselves with treasures, take only the provisions you need!" Hama finished, motioning for some of the men under his command to assist the villagers.

Gimli's eyes fell on a sickly woman who stumbled as she moved to follow her family. Grumbling he shook his head, his already red face turning even more crimson. "They flee to the mountains when they should stand and fight! Who will defend them if not their king?"

"He's only doing what he thinks is best for his people." Aragorn began. No matter their disagreements, Theoden was a good man. "Helm's Deep has saved them in the past."

As they entered the stables, Gandalf continued toward Shadowfax. "There is no way out of that ravine. Theoden is walking into a trap. He thinks he's leading them to safety. What they will get is a massacre." He paused, his hand resting on Shadowfax's neck. "Theoden has a strong will, but I fear for him. I fear for the survival of Rohan." He turned to face Aragorn, almost pleadingly. "He will need you before the end, Aragorn. The people of Rohan will need you. The defenses have to hold."

6th

Aragorn took a deep breath, letting the weight of his words resonate. "They will hold." He raised a questioning brow. "And what of the girl?"

Gandalf's eyes flashed humorously as he stifled a grin. "Lady Zierra is no threat to us or the people of Rohan, Aragorn. I sense the Valar has sent her for a great purpose."

Aragorn huffed, remaining slightly unconvinced, but held his peace. Stroking Shadowfax, Gandalf spoke. "The Grey Pilgrim. That's what they used to call me. Three hundred lives of Men I've walked this earth, and now I have no time. With luck, my search will not be in vain." Mounting Shadowfax, Aragorn moved from his path. "Look to my coming at first light on the fifth day. At dawn, look to the east."

"Go." Aragorn said, while

Gandalf and Shadowfax sped away.

The three friends looked to one another for a moment. Legolas, Gimli, and Aragorn harbored the same concern for every person of Rohan. Still, no matter the outcome, they would fight.

Standing near Theodred's bedside, Theoden watched as Zierra placed the Glamor Spell over his son. With a wave of her hand, Theodred became invisible.

"By the gods." Theoden said, astounded. With another flick of her hand, Zierra removed the spell, revealing Theodred to be in the same place as before.

With a long breath, Theoden turned to Eowyn. Grabbing her hand he squeezed it tight. "This gives me peace. To know that we can leave for Helms Deep with my son under great protection."

Overjoyed, Eowyn rushed to hug Zierra. "Lady Zierra, how can I ever repay you?"

Chuckling, Zierra pinched the bridge of her nose as an idea came to mind. "Actually, there is… One thing you could help me with."

"Name it." Eowyn answered with a warm smile.

"Teach me to sword fight?" Zierra requested.

"I will teach you as much as I can when we are able, during our travels to Helms Dee.." Eowyn answered, pleased it was something she could grant her easily.

With a gentle laugh, Theoden spoke. "I will send for Gamling to retrieve a small wagon to carry Theored." He reached for his son's hand, brushing his fingers against his knuckles. "Brego should be the one to pull it, don't you think?" He added with a reminiscent smirk.

"An excellent idea. " Eowyn grinned, before turning to Zierra. "Come. I shall retrieve my sword from my trunk before it is packed away. Then we shall find one fit for you as well."

As the three began to step out of the room, Theoden touched Zierra's shoulder. causing her to turn. "Lady Zierra." He began, feeling at a loss for words. His heart could not fully express his gratitude as he opened his mouth to speak but remained speechless.

Stepping over her boundaries as usual, Zierra embraced the King of Rohan. Who had tensed at first, but soon relaxed at her touch. "You're welcome." She whispered, before moving to follow Eowyn once more.

For a moment, Theoden watched the two girls depart from him, a feeling of aspiration tugging at his heart, before he moved to find Gamlimg. Perhaps there is hope yet for us, he thought to himself, a small smirk forming at the edge of his lips.

As the men under Theoden's command hauled several chests from the Golden Hall, Eowyn and Zierra stood side by side as she pulled her own sword from inside her chest.

"It's beautiful." Zierra said, admiring the unique golden pommel.

Raising it above her head, Eowyn twisted the blade around, moving it with effortless ease. She flung it forward causing the blade to collide into Aragorn's knife. Eowyn's eyes went wide as she stared at the ranger, not realizing he'd moved to stand next to them.

"You have some skill with a blade?" He asked.

Eowyn swung her sword outward, forcefully pushing Aragorn's knife aside, causing him to be open for a strike. She stared him down for a moment, revealing the lion within, then putt the blade away. "Women of this country learned long ago, those without swords can still die upon them. I fear neither death nor pain."

Zierra watched their exchange. Something in Eowyn's playful demeanor had changed. Like she wanted Aragorn to recognize just how strong she was. Even if she hadn't read the book, Zierra could see Eowyn's immediate attraction toward the future king of Gondor.

"What do you fear my lady?" He asked, tilting his head. He admired her courage very much, and despite himself could not deny her beauty.

Eowym paused, considering his question deeply. "A cage." She began, almost shuttering at the thought. "To stay behind bars until use and old age accept them. And all chance of valor has gone beyond recall or desire."

Aragorn shook his head. "You're a daughter of kings. A shieldmaiden of Rohan. I do not think that would be your fate." Glancing at them both, Aragorn inclined his head. His eyes lingered on Zierra and for a moment she could have sworn there was suspicion in his gaze before he walked away.

Pushing it aside, she faced Eowyn who appeared visibly shaken by her encounter with Aragorn. Certainly not in a bad way. More like "the first time your highschool crush says hello" kind of shaken. Smirking, Zierra felt the urge to press it, but bit her lip. If things remained as the book then Aragorn wasn't the guy for her. Though, standing there watching Eowyn instantly fall for him was a lot harder not to encourage than simply imagining it happen in a book.

Eowyn briefly closed her eyes, composing herself . "Let us find you a sword. We must make haste. I doubt much time remains before we take our leave."

The road to Helms Deep was strenuous, even to the young. Wide valleys of flowing hills, tall thick grass, and uneven ground occupied much of the terrain. The people followed behind their king, who remained beside the choppy waters of the lake, like the current was his guide to Helms Deep.

Zierra rode atop of Brego, who had remembered his master's trust for her. A strong horse full of much resilience, he pulled the wagon that carried Theodred.

Only the king, a handful of his men, Aragorn, Gimli, Legolas, Zierra, and Eowyn knew it was there. To everyone else, the wagon remained out of sight and touch(Theoden had thought it best that the people not see Theodred in such a state. Rumors of his condition were different then truly witnessing it, and he wanted them to feel their kingdom was secure).

The gossip regarding Zierra felt as heavy as a freight train continuously crashing against her skin. Their whispers. Their scrutinizing glances staring her down with fear and disgust. She could hear the way the word witch fell from their mouths like a poison, but Zierra wouldn't hold it against them. Fear and ignorance made people dumb as shit. And truth be told, she didn't have time for dumb as shit. Not when Theodred needed her protection. No matter how harsh it felt, she would focus on her magic. Everything else had to be white noise.

Sitting comfortably in Zierra's lap was Tutela, who would occasionally glance up at the witch, knowing Zierra would do her best to hide any signs of exhaustion.

Noticing she was being monitored, Zierra rolled her eyes. "We've only been traveling for a day, Tutela. Give my strength in magic more credit than that."

It's your extreme stubbornness to appear strong that has me checking on you.

Zierra didn't even try to deny it. "Just keep your focus on the Glamor Spell. The more you help the easier it is."

Releasing a cat-like grumble, Tutela laid her head back down, allowing her magic to be drawn from Zierra even further.

Smiling, Zierra looked toward Eowyn, who was leading the horse Gimli rode and was enthralled by the dwarf's tales of his people.

"it's true, you don't see many Dwarf women. And in fact, they are so alike in voice and appearance, that they're often mistaken for Dwarf men."

Eowyn held back her laughter, looking to Aragorn for confirmation of Gimli's words, wondering if the dwarf was serious or putting her on.

"It's the beards" Aragorn whispered, gesturing with his hands to give an idea of the sheer length, causing Eowyn's shoulder to shake with a snicker.

"This, in turn, has given rise to the belief that there are no Dwarf women! And that Dwarves just spring out of holes in the ground!" He added humorously causing both Zierra and Eowyn to burst out laughing.

"Which is, of course, ridiculous!" Gimli chuckled, raising his hands just as the horse took off into a gallop, throwing him off before the dwarf rolled across the ground.

With a snort, Eowyn quickly moved to Gimli's aid, as Theoden slowed his horse to ride beside Aragorn.

"Are you okay?" Zierra asked through her laughter.

"It's all right. Nobody panic. That was deliberate. It was deliberate." Gimli announced, wondering if anyone believed him.

Eowyn's sides began to ache as her chuckling seemed unstoppable. She reached for Gimli's hand, but unable to stand herself she was not much help.

Still beside Aragorn, Theoden contently watched his niece, pleased to see her so happy. "I haven't seen my niece smile so much for a long time. She was a girl when they brought her father back dead. Cut down by Orcs. She watched her mother succumb to grief."

Aragorn listened, her inner strength making her all of the more beautiful. He had seen many a people fall apart under so much grief, but she carried it well. As she turned to face them, a dreamy smile crossed over Eowyn's face and Aragorn could not help but reciprocate her emotions.

"Then she was left alone, to tend her king" Theoden said, gloomily. "In growing fear. Doomed to wait upon an old man who should have loved her as a father."

Zierra scoffed. "King Theoden, I haven't even been here that long and I can already see how much you love her. You don't give yourself enough credit."

While the two turned to face her, Zierra eyes them both, noticing their surprise at her words. She shifted in the saddle, looking out toward the lake. "I mean, that's just my opinion. Not that I'm eavesdropping or anything."

Theoden sighed. "Perhaps you give me too much credit, Lady Zierra." He raised a brow with a cheeky smirk. "And considering my words were directed to Lord Aragorn that would make it the very definition of eavesdropping."

"Yeah. Sorry." Zierra answered, her face scrunched up like she'd eaten something sour.

"No harm done. I have come to find that you have a proclivity for involving yourself in every aspect of my family's life, young witch. Must be second nature for you."

Aragorn laughed silently to himself as he watched the young woman open her mouth in protest before quickly closing it, her eyes defeated... Perhaps she is as genuine as they claim… Still, there was something about the witch that had Aragorn sensing something very dark would come from her sudden presence...

"Sire." Gamling's horse trotted toward Theoden, who had been following the rear to keep watch over their large group. "Some of the eldest villagers are falling behind. They grow tired, my Lord King."

"Let us rest here. We can continue at dawn." Theoden said at once, following Gamling toward the front of their group.

"Okay Brego, let's take a break." Zierra gently pulled the reins, but it hadn't been necessary. Brego was already coming to halt once he'd noticed those around him doing the same. He was a perceptive horse who desired nothing more than to please his master, Theodred.

Climbing off, Zierra brushed her fingers across Brego's mane. "Thanks for the ride."

Brego nickered, bobbing his head as if he were happy to do it. She hadn't heard the words but imagined he'd told her "any friend of Theodred's is a friend of mine."

"Agreed " She told him, scratching behind his ear.

Tutela circled Zierra's feet who released a long and tired breath.

I saw that. Tutela fumed.

Zierra rubbed her temple. "Look. I'm obviously going to need to sleep at some point tonight, and I'd like to get some food too. So you can take over the spell for a few hours. That'll give me a chance to recover." She pointed her finger at Tutela, her eyes unyielding. "But then you'll need rest when I wake. Got it?"

Deal.

"Lady Zierra?" A young boy, who looked around thirteen called to her. He tensed when she turned toward him, hesitant to even look her in the eye.

"Hi." She smiled with a quick wave, trying to break the obvious barrier the rumors were beginning to build.

"I am Leif. Lord Hama has requested I tend to Brego."

"Oh." Zierra said, surprised. She reached for Brego's reins determined to pull her own weight. "Why don't you show me how instead? That way from now on I can take care of him myself. I mean, if it's not too much trouble."

Leif blinked. "My lady I-" He hesitated, looking suddenly conflicted. He glanced toward Hama, who was already tending to his horse, then back at her, afraid to say no to a suspected witch but unwilling to ignore Hama's command. Are- are you sure?"

"Yes." She answered, with a reassuring look. "And I'll let Hama know myself that it's what I wanted."

His face grew tense before he shrugged. "Well, alright. I have a bag of oats so let us move him toward the shore of the lake and let him eat and drink first. Then we shall tend to his hooves."

"Sounds good to me." Zierra. With her hand behind her back, she flicked her finger, unhitching Brego from the wagon, then tugged Brego toward the water. "Hungry, Brego? I know I am."

He followed her lead, stopping the moment his front hooves touched water. Zierra watched as the current stirred the lake's surface, just as Gamling moved his horse beside Brego. He watched bemused as Leif set the bag of oats by Zierra's feet before she poured a little on the ground.

"When he has finished I will show you how to properly care for his hooves." Leif told her.

"Awesome, I really appreciate it." From the corner of her eye, Zierra caught sight of Hama's suspicious gaze. "I asked him to show me how to care for Brego. Felt I should be the one to do it."

Gamling nodded. "From what I have observed of your character I can't imagine anything else." He took a step forward. "Leif, would you assist some of the villagers instead? I would be more than happy to show you, Lady Zierra. That is, if you agree to it."

"Okay. Sounds fine." She answered, just as Brego had finished with his oats.

"Have you ever cleaned and properly trimmed a horse's hoof?' Gamling asked, removing a small leather pouch from his supplies.

She shook her head. "I hate to admit it, but no."

Opening the pouch, he removed several tools. Two were iron-like hooks and the last Zierra assumed was for filing. Gamling handed her one of the hooks, then pointed to one of Brego's front legs. "Gently take hold of his leg near the hoof. Brego is well aware of what we are to do."

Positioning herself beside Brego, she did as she was instructed, and just as Gamling had said, Brego lifted his leg, giving easy access to the bottom of his hoof. Moving beside her, Gamling placed a finger on Breago's hoof. "This section is called the sole. Gently scrape out forgien materials. You begin, and I will guide you if I notice you are doing so incorrectly."

With the tool in hand, Zierra began digging out dirt and debris as instructed. She was used to a hands-on approach, as many of her nursing classes had been primarily action instructed. After a few swipes, she glanced toward Gamling to make certain she was doing it correctly, to find him smiling.

"You may not have experience with horses, but you have worked with your hands, I have no doubt." Gamling pointed out.

"Where I'm from." Zierra started out with a knowing look(There were no secrets between the King and Gamlimg. He was more like family than anything else He hadn't even been asked to leave the Golden Hall when she'd displayed her powers). "I used to care for people. Much like a healer does here."

"I assumed this by the way you managed Theodred's wounds." He said, half-grinning, then pointing toward Brego's hoof again. "Now, this portion is known as the frog." Gamling reached for the tool in Zierra's grasp, then handed her another. "With this one, in even upward strokes, begin scraping. Doing so prevents infection."

As she began to work, several villagers passed them by. "Is she to marry Theodred?" She heard one of them ask, only to be abruptly shushed by someone in their group.

Zierra paused, trying to understand why they'd think that. "What was that about?" She asked Gamgling, who handed her a third tool, holding in his own laughter.

"They believe Brego was gifted to you." He said, humorously, before changing the subject. "Now, file across the hoof to even and smooth your work."

"Is giffing a horse some kind of tradition?" She asked while filing. She didn't remember that in the book.

"Precisely. In fact, receiving a horse is considered more valuable than jewels amongst our people."

"I guess I undertsand their assumptions then" She laughed.

Gamling examined her work before winking. "Excellent work." He looked toward the others nearest them before continuing. "And pay little attention to the whispers of others. They know not of what you have done for Rohan" He touched her shoulder, giving it a squeeze. "But I do."

She smiled thankfully before he tapped Brego's leg. "Three more to go, Lady Zierra. You don't have all night."

She snickered. "Yes sir."

It hadn't taken her as long as she'd thought, but once she'd finished with Brego's hooves, she scrubbed her hands in the water's edge, scraping her fingernails clean as Eowyn approached.

"Lady Zierra." She greeted happily. "I've made some soup."

Zierra's stomach practically grumbled a hell yes on its own before she peered into the bowl, holding back a flinch. It looked like contaminated water with soggy potatoes and not an ounce of spice to help. Adios mio. Me estas tratando de matar, she thought dramatically.

"Oh." Zierra's mouth remained in a perfect "O" for a moment. "Thank you." She finished, taking the bowl from Eowyn's hand.

"I had little to work with, but it's hot." Eowyn informed her, waiting anxiously for Zierra to take her first bite.

Taking her first bite, Zierra refused to gag, covering it with a smile. What the hell is in this? She screamed in her head. "Thank you, Eowyn."

"You are so welcome, Lady Zierra." Looking extremely pleased with herself, Eowyn moved to serve others in the group. Gimli gently refused(likely hearing from others it had a flavor similar to horse ass) before she moved to Aragorn who had been too polite to reject it.

"Poor guy." Zierra whispered, dumping the contents of the soup onto the ground when she was sure Eowyn wasn't looking.

Facing Tutela, Zierra observed her Spirit Animal carefully, but as she lay next to Theodred's cart, Tutela showed no signs of growing tired.

I'm fine, Zee. Just go watch the sunset like you want to.

Zierra smiled, giving Tutela a nod of agreement before moving to face the falling sun.

Translation:

Adios mio. Me estas tratando de matar: Oh my gosh, you are trying to kill me.

What did you all think of the Fae Realm? I have plans to explore it further, especially if I get a lot of positive responses!

I hope you all weren't too disappointed to miss Eowyn's conversation with Aragorn during "the soup scene". Buuut, as most of my story comes from Zierra's perspective, I thought it was more fun to be left as is. :)

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