!!!FOR DISCLAIMER, SEE CHAPTER ONE!!! Ok, I know this kinda drags, but
the next chapter was too long to combine with this one. R&R!!!!
Chapter Two: The Three Riders
Eruviel looked at the pale blue sky as tears ran down her cheek. She sat on a large rock, fairly far from the gate of Edoras. In the midst of her tears, she straighted her back and turned her head. Was it hoofbeats again?
"I thought the Rohirrim had already returned," she thought "but there is not enough noise for it to be an army, two, maybe three horses."
She stood on the rock, her long, ocean blue dress flowed up in the wind, revealing her legs from the knees down. She shielded her eyes and scanned the horizon, yes, there were three horses. A bay, one grey, and one as white as brightest sunlight.
"Edoras, the capital of Rohan!" yelled Gandalf to his companions. "Do not expect a warm welcome, for happiness has forsaken this city."
"It is strange," called Legolas "that one of their watchers would be a woman"
Aragorn looked back at him and smiled, "They do not have women for guards!" he laughed.
Legolas strained his eyes to more clearly see the woman who was standing on the rock. He could see her almost perfectly and noticed something about her. She was not a woman, but an elf! Her beautiful dark hair flowed in the wind and he could tell her face was tear-stained. Another gust of wind blew up, and once again blew her dress up.
"I cannot see her clearly, master elf, but I can tell from here that she has lovely legs!" said Gimli quietly to Legolas as he looked around Legolas' body, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
Legolas looked back at his companion who was riding on his horse and gave him a knowing look, "It is not wise, Gimli, to let your eyes wonder!" But even the dwarf, who could not see the elf's face (because he was looking straight ahead) knew that Legolas had noticed as well.
The horsemen grew ever closer and Eruviel gracefully jumped off of the rock and sprinted across the plain to meet them.
The riders hoed their horses in front of her and Gimli jumped off from behind Legolas, "What is your name, fair maiden of Rohan?"
"Give me your name, master Dwarf, and I shall give you mine," she said cautiously.
Gimli frowned, this sounded strangely familiar!
"I am Aragorn, son of Arathorn." said Aragorn, with a respectful outstretched hand, "This is Gandalf the White, Legolas of Mirkwood, and Gimli, son of Gloin," he informed her.
Legolas gazed at the maiden, who seemed satisfied with Aragorn's answer.
"My name is Eruviel, and I am not a maiden of Rohan, but of Rivendell," she answered tucking her hair back so they could see her ears. "I stay here in Rohan because they have no healer. I am a friend to the Lady Eowyn. If you wish, I will escort you back to the village, but I may not go into Theoden's hall, for Theoden's advisor will not permit me there."
They agreed to her offer to escort them to Theoden's Hall and they followed her on their horses. Gimli, having had enough of horses for the day decided to walk. He sprinted up ahead and waited far ahead. Eruviel found herself walking next to Arod, Legolas' horse.
"If I may ask, my Lady, what foul creature caused tears to come to your eyes, for I can see that they are wet with tears that are not cried." asked Legolas softly, looking down on the beautiful elf.
Eruviel looked up into the Elf's eyes, and found herself almost lost in them. She now knew what it felt like when she made people look into her's. "The King's son has died this day," she began, "I was excused from his hall because I told him of the news."
Legolas made no reply, for he knew not what to say that would comfort her. Though, he felt as if the King's advisor had done more than just "excused" her.
Chapter Two: The Three Riders
Eruviel looked at the pale blue sky as tears ran down her cheek. She sat on a large rock, fairly far from the gate of Edoras. In the midst of her tears, she straighted her back and turned her head. Was it hoofbeats again?
"I thought the Rohirrim had already returned," she thought "but there is not enough noise for it to be an army, two, maybe three horses."
She stood on the rock, her long, ocean blue dress flowed up in the wind, revealing her legs from the knees down. She shielded her eyes and scanned the horizon, yes, there were three horses. A bay, one grey, and one as white as brightest sunlight.
"Edoras, the capital of Rohan!" yelled Gandalf to his companions. "Do not expect a warm welcome, for happiness has forsaken this city."
"It is strange," called Legolas "that one of their watchers would be a woman"
Aragorn looked back at him and smiled, "They do not have women for guards!" he laughed.
Legolas strained his eyes to more clearly see the woman who was standing on the rock. He could see her almost perfectly and noticed something about her. She was not a woman, but an elf! Her beautiful dark hair flowed in the wind and he could tell her face was tear-stained. Another gust of wind blew up, and once again blew her dress up.
"I cannot see her clearly, master elf, but I can tell from here that she has lovely legs!" said Gimli quietly to Legolas as he looked around Legolas' body, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
Legolas looked back at his companion who was riding on his horse and gave him a knowing look, "It is not wise, Gimli, to let your eyes wonder!" But even the dwarf, who could not see the elf's face (because he was looking straight ahead) knew that Legolas had noticed as well.
The horsemen grew ever closer and Eruviel gracefully jumped off of the rock and sprinted across the plain to meet them.
The riders hoed their horses in front of her and Gimli jumped off from behind Legolas, "What is your name, fair maiden of Rohan?"
"Give me your name, master Dwarf, and I shall give you mine," she said cautiously.
Gimli frowned, this sounded strangely familiar!
"I am Aragorn, son of Arathorn." said Aragorn, with a respectful outstretched hand, "This is Gandalf the White, Legolas of Mirkwood, and Gimli, son of Gloin," he informed her.
Legolas gazed at the maiden, who seemed satisfied with Aragorn's answer.
"My name is Eruviel, and I am not a maiden of Rohan, but of Rivendell," she answered tucking her hair back so they could see her ears. "I stay here in Rohan because they have no healer. I am a friend to the Lady Eowyn. If you wish, I will escort you back to the village, but I may not go into Theoden's hall, for Theoden's advisor will not permit me there."
They agreed to her offer to escort them to Theoden's Hall and they followed her on their horses. Gimli, having had enough of horses for the day decided to walk. He sprinted up ahead and waited far ahead. Eruviel found herself walking next to Arod, Legolas' horse.
"If I may ask, my Lady, what foul creature caused tears to come to your eyes, for I can see that they are wet with tears that are not cried." asked Legolas softly, looking down on the beautiful elf.
Eruviel looked up into the Elf's eyes, and found herself almost lost in them. She now knew what it felt like when she made people look into her's. "The King's son has died this day," she began, "I was excused from his hall because I told him of the news."
Legolas made no reply, for he knew not what to say that would comfort her. Though, he felt as if the King's advisor had done more than just "excused" her.