chapter two - rohan
"Aa' menle nauva calen ar' ta hwesta e' ale'quenle". May thy paths be green and the breeze on thy back. The council leader blessed her as she was about to leave the mists. "Namaarie, Lissenen ar' maska'lalaith tenna' lye omentuva". Farewell, Sweet water and light laughter till next we meet. She answered then turned and mounted her horse and led her small army on a journey that would change all their lives. It was then that the Eyrien's made their way, into the light that belonged to the mortals, and they would for the first time mix with races they had not seen in years They all wore cloaks, their hoods drawn up over their heads, and each and every one warrior carried knives, bows and quivers full of arrows on their backs on top of their cloaks. The road to Rohan would not be long, and Lucien felt rather then knew that her life would not be the same from this day on.
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It was strange, the forest and land had not warned them.
they were surrounded, by a few hundred men, armored on horses, their helmets masking their identity so totally that Lucien could not tell if they were Rohan or not, for they did not carry their flags. "What is a woman doing leading a small army into the territory of Rohan?" a man asked her, they were all pointing their spears at them. She felt Dorian in her mind, he would attack.
"Do not Dorian; I can take care of this". She warned him with her mind. He kept and stayed silent. She looked at said man.
"If I knew your name I would answer that question". She answered softly.
"I am Rhodri; I serve Eomer of the Mark". He told her.
"We are riding to Rohan, to offer ourselves to help you fight". She told him, keeping her voice low and calm. "and your name maiden?" he asked.
"I am Lucien".
"And where do you hail from?" "I am a friend of Gandalf the Grey, and Aragorn of Gondor". She avoided the question.
"Where do you hail from?" he asked again. "We hail from the Realm of The Mists". She told him finally.
All the men around her and her army gasped. These were not the creatures that they had heard of. They weren't ugly or distorted. The maiden, she was fair and ethereal, so beautiful it hurt to look at her. "Do not sit and stare at her Rhodri". A stern male voice told his lieutenant. Lucien looked behind the man she had been conversing with and saw one with blonde hair, his eyes green, and he was of a large muscular build. He rode forward his steed. "I am Eomer, greetings to you lady, may I offer you my home to you and your army". He bowed slightly.
"you do not fear us". She asked him. "Gandalf told me you would come, and if Gandalf does not fear you why should we?, Aragorn did not mention you, but I can understand why".
"and why would that be Eomer of Rohan?" "he would keep the illusion of you to himself, you are of great beauty". He told her softly.
"one would exaggerate, if you know of us at all you would know that this is not our true form, did you know Elen?" "I knew her, she was a great warrior, loved by all".
"she is - ". She stopped her self in time. "she is of my kind". She finished, she had nearly told him who Elen had been to her. "come let us ride to my home, so your horses may rest". He led them away towards rohan. Rhodri came forward, he still distrusted them.
"a woman leading an army, that is the foulest - ". Lucien had her blade at his throat.
" Antolle ulua sulrim". Much wind pours from your mouth. Snickers from behind her as Dorian and Ebony bit back their laughter. "enough Rhodrim, is this the way to treat my guests?" Eomer asked angrily. "my apologies Eomer". He murmured.
Eomer looked at her smiling. And her breath was taken away with the beauty of his face. Even underneath the growth of a beard he was a handsome man. "my home is fair, no doubt very different from your realm". "do not apologise Eomer, each realm has a beauty of its own". She told him. "why do you wear hoods over your heads?" he asked. She pushed her hood back and Eomer bit back a gasp. Her head was a crown of silver, blonde curls, with plaits entwined in the curls, she had elvish ears also. "we are not elves". She told him. "so it is true also that you are telepaths". "only when a mind is as open as yours is at the moment, my apologies, I did not mean to invade your thoughts, but they screamed at me". Eomer didn't answer her, he led them in through the gates. "my home, Edoras, you will meet my sister, Eowyn, she was quite taken by Aragorn".
The party ran into Legolas. Lucien had an image of him burnt into her mind by her mother, she knew full well who he was and also what had happened between them. She stopped short in front of him. Waiting. He looked into her eyes.
"you are Lucien". He told her softly.
"I am, and you are Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood". She replied.
"I am, I wanted to greet you, the friendship I had with your mother did not go unnoticed in my heart". He said to her for her ears alone. And sharp they were even more so then an elfs. "my heart is pleased to hear that Legolas, otherwise I would have to kill you, my people do not abide betrayal when one bonds with someone and then leaves them to die". Lucien advised. "but I did not leave her die, we were not matched, even though my heart could not have wished it".
"no but you betrayed her to her best friend, and that to an Eyrien is just as bad, but fear not Legolas, I still hold you in high esteem, perhaps you could visit tonight and we will talk". She asked him softly. He bowed his head in agreement and then left. Eomer watched the whole thing, meanwhile that Dorian had a smile on his face.
unmarried Eyrien's mated with anyone of any race as long as they satisfied themselves and their desires as well as the person that they were with.
Lucien looked at Eomer. "where is Gandalf?" she asked him sweetly.
Eomer led her to meet his ruler, Theoden. "and where do you hail from maiden?" the king asked. "the realm of the mists, I am here to see Gandalf and Aragorn". "please take a seat and tell me of your realm". The king insisted. "we don't have time for this Lucien". Dorian told her in her mind. She looked at him over her shoulder then back at the king. "if you will, but we have urgent business with Gandalf, we are reporting to him". Eomer looked at her sharply. "I am sorry Eomer, I would share but Eyrien business is with the Istari only". She told him, a whisper in his mind. "liege, perhaps they can join you at a later time, Gandalf I am told is awaiting their presence". "very well". He waved them away.
"dorian, go to Gandalf and tell him I will be there soon". The Eyrien nodded and led his small company out. Lucien looked at Eomer. But was interrupted by a young woman of blonde hair. "and who is this brother?" she asked. Lucien turned to her, eowyn was shocked by the intensity of her blue eyes, they reminded her of Aragorn. "I am Lucien, and it is rude to be spoken of lady when I am in your presence". Eowyn gasped. Lucien shook her head. Gandalf, she had to see Gandalf. "if you will excuse me". She left them without another word.
Gandalf meet her halfway. "your emotions are in a havoc Lucien". She sighed. "I fear I did not make a good impression on Eomer". Gandalf laughed at that. "you could throw a thousand stones at that one and he would not take offense from you, he is already smitten with you". Lucien looked at him sharply. "I have other business old man". "yes with aragorn, you are going to tell him?" Gandalf asked. "I have no choice, that is why I am here". "and to help Rohan". Gandalf concluded.
Aragorn sat quietly reading his book, it was a few precious moments that he got to do so, where he could be at peace and collect his thoughts. But that was not to be so. "maiden, I didn't know I would see you so soon". He stood up as soon as he saw her. "I have business here". "I was under the impression that Eyrien's didn't leave their realm". "I am here for 4 reasons, you remember Elen?" "I will always remember her". Aragorn answered softly. "she was my mother". Lucien told him. He looked at her sharply. "Aragorn, I am the child that Elen gave birth to when she returned to the realm, after her bond with you". "but not enough years -". She cut him off. "eyriens grow differently from humans, we are energy, we grow differently, which is why I am approximately 27 of your years". He sat down. "what are the other 3 reasons?" "Gandalf, eyrien's are the protectors of the istari, middle earth, and Eomer". "now I know what Gandalf said when our paths would cross but that we would not walk the same road". Aragorn told her. "if you wish, this will remain between us Aragorn, it is your choice, but you will not fight your own battles, that I will not allow to happen". Aragorn caressed her face. "now I know why you remind me of her, so full of grace, so much strength". He told her. "have you ever seen elen in her natural form?" "no, she was always in human form". "I will show you if you wish". She offered. "I offer you this choice, I am of your blood, you need to know who my people are, and whom you can call upon if needed, we are not weak, nothing can destroy us easily". Aragorn nodded. She dissolved into light and returned as human form, only to have brighter blue eyes, her hair shone silver, and on her back, she had glorious white wings that shone and sparkled like diamonds in the morning sun. her wings were huge, it took his breath away. "you are beautiful Lucien, rumors were wrong of your people". She smiled, she had not been sure he would accept her in her true form.
"Aragorn- " a voice called rounding the corner but coming to a stop. Seeing Lucien as she really was took his breath away. Eomer. She disappeared so quickly in a flurry of her great wings that neither man was sure what had happened. "was that Lucien?". Eomer asked confused. "come, I will tell you a story that is to remain between us". Aragorn told Eomer the story of Elen, the maiden of light, and what had happened between them to bring about the existence of Lucien. "Lucien means light". Aragorn concluded finished off his tale to the younger man. "tell me Eomer, if you wish to live your life its full course, you will not divulge what you have seen and heard this day, in this place, Eyrien's value privacy and if anything they are vengeful if one of their own kind, or even someone they are protectors of are harmed in any way". Eomer looked at the would be king of Gondor.
"you have my word Aragorn that her secret and yours remains sealed in my heart". Eomer swore to him. "I thank you Eomer, with the Eyrien's helping us, we would be winners in this war". Aragorn told him. Together they walked out of the room, the book forgotten in the winged chair that Aragorn had sat in only minutes before.
Eomer did not see Lucien or her people for the rest of the day, he was told that they were in the forest communing, and holding council. He stood outside Edoras, where he could watch the land, or the arrival of intruders or allies, and also await Lucien's arrival back here. He had a long wait, for Lucien did not arrive by any means made possible by mortals.
"you wait in vain, if you seek Lucien". A voice told him. Eomer spun around and spotted Dorian, a muscular Eyrien, whose long hair reached his waist, unlike Lucien, his hair was straight and raven black. "I await her not, is there a reason you seek me out Dorian?" Eomer asked denying the truth. "I do, I have been requested to seek you out by Lucien, to give you this simple message, do not seek her, for her heart is weighed, by troubles that do not concern the Roharrim, your sojourn with her has ended if it ever began, Eyrien's do not show their true selves to just anyone, you have been granted a gift Eomer of The Mark, do not take it lightly". Dorian told him. "I take nothing lightly, especially the true form of Lucien and your kind, you do not know me to make such judgements rashly. If you make believe that I feel nothing for her then you are wrong, my heart has pounded and turned since I set eyes upon her, she is fair, fairer than any maid I have laid eyes upon, and mistake me not Dorian of the Mists, I will not let this lie, my sojourn as you call it, has not ended with her". He walked away from the Eyrien angry, that he had been so harshly tossed aside by a race he was told was higher than that of the Elves.
Dorian smiled. "your plan has worked Lucien, mortals aren't to be easily dismissed, even less the mortal called Eomer". He strode silently back to their quarters.
"Aa' menle nauva calen ar' ta hwesta e' ale'quenle". May thy paths be green and the breeze on thy back. The council leader blessed her as she was about to leave the mists. "Namaarie, Lissenen ar' maska'lalaith tenna' lye omentuva". Farewell, Sweet water and light laughter till next we meet. She answered then turned and mounted her horse and led her small army on a journey that would change all their lives. It was then that the Eyrien's made their way, into the light that belonged to the mortals, and they would for the first time mix with races they had not seen in years They all wore cloaks, their hoods drawn up over their heads, and each and every one warrior carried knives, bows and quivers full of arrows on their backs on top of their cloaks. The road to Rohan would not be long, and Lucien felt rather then knew that her life would not be the same from this day on.
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It was strange, the forest and land had not warned them.
they were surrounded, by a few hundred men, armored on horses, their helmets masking their identity so totally that Lucien could not tell if they were Rohan or not, for they did not carry their flags. "What is a woman doing leading a small army into the territory of Rohan?" a man asked her, they were all pointing their spears at them. She felt Dorian in her mind, he would attack.
"Do not Dorian; I can take care of this". She warned him with her mind. He kept and stayed silent. She looked at said man.
"If I knew your name I would answer that question". She answered softly.
"I am Rhodri; I serve Eomer of the Mark". He told her.
"We are riding to Rohan, to offer ourselves to help you fight". She told him, keeping her voice low and calm. "and your name maiden?" he asked.
"I am Lucien".
"And where do you hail from?" "I am a friend of Gandalf the Grey, and Aragorn of Gondor". She avoided the question.
"Where do you hail from?" he asked again. "We hail from the Realm of The Mists". She told him finally.
All the men around her and her army gasped. These were not the creatures that they had heard of. They weren't ugly or distorted. The maiden, she was fair and ethereal, so beautiful it hurt to look at her. "Do not sit and stare at her Rhodri". A stern male voice told his lieutenant. Lucien looked behind the man she had been conversing with and saw one with blonde hair, his eyes green, and he was of a large muscular build. He rode forward his steed. "I am Eomer, greetings to you lady, may I offer you my home to you and your army". He bowed slightly.
"you do not fear us". She asked him. "Gandalf told me you would come, and if Gandalf does not fear you why should we?, Aragorn did not mention you, but I can understand why".
"and why would that be Eomer of Rohan?" "he would keep the illusion of you to himself, you are of great beauty". He told her softly.
"one would exaggerate, if you know of us at all you would know that this is not our true form, did you know Elen?" "I knew her, she was a great warrior, loved by all".
"she is - ". She stopped her self in time. "she is of my kind". She finished, she had nearly told him who Elen had been to her. "come let us ride to my home, so your horses may rest". He led them away towards rohan. Rhodri came forward, he still distrusted them.
"a woman leading an army, that is the foulest - ". Lucien had her blade at his throat.
" Antolle ulua sulrim". Much wind pours from your mouth. Snickers from behind her as Dorian and Ebony bit back their laughter. "enough Rhodrim, is this the way to treat my guests?" Eomer asked angrily. "my apologies Eomer". He murmured.
Eomer looked at her smiling. And her breath was taken away with the beauty of his face. Even underneath the growth of a beard he was a handsome man. "my home is fair, no doubt very different from your realm". "do not apologise Eomer, each realm has a beauty of its own". She told him. "why do you wear hoods over your heads?" he asked. She pushed her hood back and Eomer bit back a gasp. Her head was a crown of silver, blonde curls, with plaits entwined in the curls, she had elvish ears also. "we are not elves". She told him. "so it is true also that you are telepaths". "only when a mind is as open as yours is at the moment, my apologies, I did not mean to invade your thoughts, but they screamed at me". Eomer didn't answer her, he led them in through the gates. "my home, Edoras, you will meet my sister, Eowyn, she was quite taken by Aragorn".
The party ran into Legolas. Lucien had an image of him burnt into her mind by her mother, she knew full well who he was and also what had happened between them. She stopped short in front of him. Waiting. He looked into her eyes.
"you are Lucien". He told her softly.
"I am, and you are Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood". She replied.
"I am, I wanted to greet you, the friendship I had with your mother did not go unnoticed in my heart". He said to her for her ears alone. And sharp they were even more so then an elfs. "my heart is pleased to hear that Legolas, otherwise I would have to kill you, my people do not abide betrayal when one bonds with someone and then leaves them to die". Lucien advised. "but I did not leave her die, we were not matched, even though my heart could not have wished it".
"no but you betrayed her to her best friend, and that to an Eyrien is just as bad, but fear not Legolas, I still hold you in high esteem, perhaps you could visit tonight and we will talk". She asked him softly. He bowed his head in agreement and then left. Eomer watched the whole thing, meanwhile that Dorian had a smile on his face.
unmarried Eyrien's mated with anyone of any race as long as they satisfied themselves and their desires as well as the person that they were with.
Lucien looked at Eomer. "where is Gandalf?" she asked him sweetly.
Eomer led her to meet his ruler, Theoden. "and where do you hail from maiden?" the king asked. "the realm of the mists, I am here to see Gandalf and Aragorn". "please take a seat and tell me of your realm". The king insisted. "we don't have time for this Lucien". Dorian told her in her mind. She looked at him over her shoulder then back at the king. "if you will, but we have urgent business with Gandalf, we are reporting to him". Eomer looked at her sharply. "I am sorry Eomer, I would share but Eyrien business is with the Istari only". She told him, a whisper in his mind. "liege, perhaps they can join you at a later time, Gandalf I am told is awaiting their presence". "very well". He waved them away.
"dorian, go to Gandalf and tell him I will be there soon". The Eyrien nodded and led his small company out. Lucien looked at Eomer. But was interrupted by a young woman of blonde hair. "and who is this brother?" she asked. Lucien turned to her, eowyn was shocked by the intensity of her blue eyes, they reminded her of Aragorn. "I am Lucien, and it is rude to be spoken of lady when I am in your presence". Eowyn gasped. Lucien shook her head. Gandalf, she had to see Gandalf. "if you will excuse me". She left them without another word.
Gandalf meet her halfway. "your emotions are in a havoc Lucien". She sighed. "I fear I did not make a good impression on Eomer". Gandalf laughed at that. "you could throw a thousand stones at that one and he would not take offense from you, he is already smitten with you". Lucien looked at him sharply. "I have other business old man". "yes with aragorn, you are going to tell him?" Gandalf asked. "I have no choice, that is why I am here". "and to help Rohan". Gandalf concluded.
Aragorn sat quietly reading his book, it was a few precious moments that he got to do so, where he could be at peace and collect his thoughts. But that was not to be so. "maiden, I didn't know I would see you so soon". He stood up as soon as he saw her. "I have business here". "I was under the impression that Eyrien's didn't leave their realm". "I am here for 4 reasons, you remember Elen?" "I will always remember her". Aragorn answered softly. "she was my mother". Lucien told him. He looked at her sharply. "Aragorn, I am the child that Elen gave birth to when she returned to the realm, after her bond with you". "but not enough years -". She cut him off. "eyriens grow differently from humans, we are energy, we grow differently, which is why I am approximately 27 of your years". He sat down. "what are the other 3 reasons?" "Gandalf, eyrien's are the protectors of the istari, middle earth, and Eomer". "now I know what Gandalf said when our paths would cross but that we would not walk the same road". Aragorn told her. "if you wish, this will remain between us Aragorn, it is your choice, but you will not fight your own battles, that I will not allow to happen". Aragorn caressed her face. "now I know why you remind me of her, so full of grace, so much strength". He told her. "have you ever seen elen in her natural form?" "no, she was always in human form". "I will show you if you wish". She offered. "I offer you this choice, I am of your blood, you need to know who my people are, and whom you can call upon if needed, we are not weak, nothing can destroy us easily". Aragorn nodded. She dissolved into light and returned as human form, only to have brighter blue eyes, her hair shone silver, and on her back, she had glorious white wings that shone and sparkled like diamonds in the morning sun. her wings were huge, it took his breath away. "you are beautiful Lucien, rumors were wrong of your people". She smiled, she had not been sure he would accept her in her true form.
"Aragorn- " a voice called rounding the corner but coming to a stop. Seeing Lucien as she really was took his breath away. Eomer. She disappeared so quickly in a flurry of her great wings that neither man was sure what had happened. "was that Lucien?". Eomer asked confused. "come, I will tell you a story that is to remain between us". Aragorn told Eomer the story of Elen, the maiden of light, and what had happened between them to bring about the existence of Lucien. "Lucien means light". Aragorn concluded finished off his tale to the younger man. "tell me Eomer, if you wish to live your life its full course, you will not divulge what you have seen and heard this day, in this place, Eyrien's value privacy and if anything they are vengeful if one of their own kind, or even someone they are protectors of are harmed in any way". Eomer looked at the would be king of Gondor.
"you have my word Aragorn that her secret and yours remains sealed in my heart". Eomer swore to him. "I thank you Eomer, with the Eyrien's helping us, we would be winners in this war". Aragorn told him. Together they walked out of the room, the book forgotten in the winged chair that Aragorn had sat in only minutes before.
Eomer did not see Lucien or her people for the rest of the day, he was told that they were in the forest communing, and holding council. He stood outside Edoras, where he could watch the land, or the arrival of intruders or allies, and also await Lucien's arrival back here. He had a long wait, for Lucien did not arrive by any means made possible by mortals.
"you wait in vain, if you seek Lucien". A voice told him. Eomer spun around and spotted Dorian, a muscular Eyrien, whose long hair reached his waist, unlike Lucien, his hair was straight and raven black. "I await her not, is there a reason you seek me out Dorian?" Eomer asked denying the truth. "I do, I have been requested to seek you out by Lucien, to give you this simple message, do not seek her, for her heart is weighed, by troubles that do not concern the Roharrim, your sojourn with her has ended if it ever began, Eyrien's do not show their true selves to just anyone, you have been granted a gift Eomer of The Mark, do not take it lightly". Dorian told him. "I take nothing lightly, especially the true form of Lucien and your kind, you do not know me to make such judgements rashly. If you make believe that I feel nothing for her then you are wrong, my heart has pounded and turned since I set eyes upon her, she is fair, fairer than any maid I have laid eyes upon, and mistake me not Dorian of the Mists, I will not let this lie, my sojourn as you call it, has not ended with her". He walked away from the Eyrien angry, that he had been so harshly tossed aside by a race he was told was higher than that of the Elves.
Dorian smiled. "your plan has worked Lucien, mortals aren't to be easily dismissed, even less the mortal called Eomer". He strode silently back to their quarters.