DISCLAIMER:::::: I do not own any character except Eruviel, so don't sue!
Chapter One: The Death of Theodred A worn flag flapped in the gusty wind as it blew across the hilltop city of Edoras. No sounds of laughter, nor utterings of joy rose up into that empty wind. A stillness, an evil stillness was covering this city; one that allowed no laughter or joy. A beautiful maiden, her hair long and dark, seemed to glide as she walked out of Theoden's hall and looked out on the open plain below her. A look into her eyes, once bright pools of blue, would reveal much sadness and anger. She cocked her head slightly and tucked her long locks behind her pointed ear. She heard something...hoofbeats, and many of them. Within seconds, a tiny dot (to the eyes of a human) appeared coming over a hill far away. She could see Eomer and the rest of his men swiftly making thier way towards Edoras.
"He was horribly wounded by a band of Uruk-hai," said Eomer as he lifted Theodred off of his horse and into the arms of the guards who carried him to his chambers. "We must let King Theoden know about this, for I fear he will not live the night through. Go find Eruviel, for she knows of healing and elvish medicine may be his only chance. "
It was not more than a second later that the elf maiden appeared in Theodred's chambers. A tear slid down her fair cheek as she looked upon a man whom she knew had known since he was just a boy. Her eyes slid down to his abdomen, where it was clear a blade passed through.
"If he had been brought back sooner, his death would not be so certain," she thought. She touched his dirt-streaked face with her tender hand as he drew his last breath, "Be in peace, Son of Rohan. May the blessings of the elves be with you even now."
Lady Eowyn burst into the room, tears rolling down her pale cheek. She knealt at his side and kissed his cold hand. "Was there not anything that could have been done? Anything that I could have done?" she choked as she looked into Eruviel's eyes.
"No medicine, not even that of the elves could have prevented his death." she said quietly.
"Will you tell my uncle?" asked Eowyn as the tears continued to fall, "for he does not know me and it would pain me to tell him that his only son is dead."
"I will tell him now," replied the elf.
The foul stench of a familiar fixture in the King's hall hit Eruviel like a flaming arrow as she entered the Hall. She could smell Grima from yards away, and his stench had the power to make even an orc beg for mercy. Grima looked up at her with his sickly blue eyes,
"What are you doing in the King's Hall, elf," he hissed "for you are certainly not here to wish me a good day."
"Indeed not, Grima, I would never look upon you willfully," she replied, the blueness in her eyes almost flaming, "I come bearing news for the King," she said as she knealt down in front of the Theoden.
His skin, once lively and his cheeks once rosy were now the color of the sky above Caradaras. Eruviel tried desperatly to lock his eyes with her's, for once she had contact with a person's eyes, they could not look away.
"King Theoden," she began, as his eyes watered from the faint glow she seemed to give off, "Theodred was wounded in battle...He is dead, Sire." His eyes left her's as she stood.
"Theodred is dead?" hissed Grima, almost joyfully, "how dare you not consult me before bringing news such as that to an already stressed King?!" he stood in front of her, his face mere inches from her's. She could smell his putrid breath and he continued to lean closer, causing her to back up.
"I do not need to seek permission from you to speak to the King about any matter," she replied, her eyes burning into the very pits of his evil soul. Grima raised his hand high above his head, and tried to stike Eruviel but her reflexes caught him offguard. She caught his arm in her own.
"It's a shame, Eruviel, that murder in the King's court is outlawed." he said through gritted teeth. She released his hand ran out of Theoden's hall, down the flight of steps, through the village and out of the gates of Edoras.
Chapter One: The Death of Theodred A worn flag flapped in the gusty wind as it blew across the hilltop city of Edoras. No sounds of laughter, nor utterings of joy rose up into that empty wind. A stillness, an evil stillness was covering this city; one that allowed no laughter or joy. A beautiful maiden, her hair long and dark, seemed to glide as she walked out of Theoden's hall and looked out on the open plain below her. A look into her eyes, once bright pools of blue, would reveal much sadness and anger. She cocked her head slightly and tucked her long locks behind her pointed ear. She heard something...hoofbeats, and many of them. Within seconds, a tiny dot (to the eyes of a human) appeared coming over a hill far away. She could see Eomer and the rest of his men swiftly making thier way towards Edoras.
"He was horribly wounded by a band of Uruk-hai," said Eomer as he lifted Theodred off of his horse and into the arms of the guards who carried him to his chambers. "We must let King Theoden know about this, for I fear he will not live the night through. Go find Eruviel, for she knows of healing and elvish medicine may be his only chance. "
It was not more than a second later that the elf maiden appeared in Theodred's chambers. A tear slid down her fair cheek as she looked upon a man whom she knew had known since he was just a boy. Her eyes slid down to his abdomen, where it was clear a blade passed through.
"If he had been brought back sooner, his death would not be so certain," she thought. She touched his dirt-streaked face with her tender hand as he drew his last breath, "Be in peace, Son of Rohan. May the blessings of the elves be with you even now."
Lady Eowyn burst into the room, tears rolling down her pale cheek. She knealt at his side and kissed his cold hand. "Was there not anything that could have been done? Anything that I could have done?" she choked as she looked into Eruviel's eyes.
"No medicine, not even that of the elves could have prevented his death." she said quietly.
"Will you tell my uncle?" asked Eowyn as the tears continued to fall, "for he does not know me and it would pain me to tell him that his only son is dead."
"I will tell him now," replied the elf.
The foul stench of a familiar fixture in the King's hall hit Eruviel like a flaming arrow as she entered the Hall. She could smell Grima from yards away, and his stench had the power to make even an orc beg for mercy. Grima looked up at her with his sickly blue eyes,
"What are you doing in the King's Hall, elf," he hissed "for you are certainly not here to wish me a good day."
"Indeed not, Grima, I would never look upon you willfully," she replied, the blueness in her eyes almost flaming, "I come bearing news for the King," she said as she knealt down in front of the Theoden.
His skin, once lively and his cheeks once rosy were now the color of the sky above Caradaras. Eruviel tried desperatly to lock his eyes with her's, for once she had contact with a person's eyes, they could not look away.
"King Theoden," she began, as his eyes watered from the faint glow she seemed to give off, "Theodred was wounded in battle...He is dead, Sire." His eyes left her's as she stood.
"Theodred is dead?" hissed Grima, almost joyfully, "how dare you not consult me before bringing news such as that to an already stressed King?!" he stood in front of her, his face mere inches from her's. She could smell his putrid breath and he continued to lean closer, causing her to back up.
"I do not need to seek permission from you to speak to the King about any matter," she replied, her eyes burning into the very pits of his evil soul. Grima raised his hand high above his head, and tried to stike Eruviel but her reflexes caught him offguard. She caught his arm in her own.
"It's a shame, Eruviel, that murder in the King's court is outlawed." he said through gritted teeth. She released his hand ran out of Theoden's hall, down the flight of steps, through the village and out of the gates of Edoras.