Ok, I know about the elves being solitary and everything, but I haven't
read a fan fic that had one in Edoras, so i figured i'd be different. Like
every story has the elf in Lothlorien or Mirkwood, and I wanted that to
change lol. And i know this chapter is kinda boring, but bear with me....
Chapter Three: The Restoration of Theoden
Once at the gates, Eruviel felt stronger. She wanted nothing other than to walk into Theoden's Hall. Apparently, someone had seen the riders coming, and many guards were outside of the Hall.
A guard stiffened his back "I will need you to disarm before you go any further," he said to the three.
Legolas, Gimli, and Aragorn disarmed themselves and Eruviel's eyes widened at the sight of Leoglas' Lothlorien bow, and Aragorn's beautiful elvish knife.
"Eruviel, I'm afraid you are not allowed in Theoden's court by order of Grima Wormtongue," said the guard.
"Let the elf pass," said Gandalf suddenly leaning on his staff.
Anyone who was present at the moment when the Three walked into Theoden's would agree that the moments to follow were very interesting. Seeing three men and an old wizard knock down more than twenty armed guards with their bare hands was a sight itself. Gimli knocked Grima down and held him in place with his foot. Then, something happened that no Rohan man or woman would ever forget. Theoden underwent a transformation that turned his pale shriveled body back into that of a mighty king.
Eruviel gracefully walked up to Grima and looked down on him, "It is amazing, Grima, how quickly the tables can be turned," she said stearnly. Grima stood up and faced the King, but he only get out a few sounds before Theoden ran him out of the hall. Grima raced out of Edoras on a black steed. He knew where he was going...to his true master. He would make all of them pay, especially Theoden.
Theoden paced back and forth in his hall as Aragorn explained to him the severity of the situation. Legolas stood near a pillar, almost motionless as Gimli took up the King's offer of food and beer.
Down the hall, Eruviel was in her chambers. She pulled out a trunk from under her desk and opened it. Inside was a bow, arrows, and two long knives, similar to Legolas' but not as decorated. She picked up her bow and pulled on its string, "Still taut as ever!" she said to herself as she smiled. Next, she pulled out her knives. She had never fought in a "real" battle, but she had killed orcs before. She remembered walking through the forest and being surprised by the two orcs, which she dispatched quickly using these two knives. Deep inside, she longed for a chance to be in a battle, much like Eowyn did. She sighed. She knew that they would leave Edoras soon, they would probably goto Helm's Deep. She stood up with her knives in hand, and fought the air with the fierceness of a warrior. She heard the floor creak behind her and she whipped around.
"I see you are skilled with long knives," said Legolas, "but why would a maiden show interest in war?"
"We are all free people of Middle-Earth. Free because of those who go into battle, like the men of Rohan."
Legolas eyed her, "Would you, as an elf, fight alongside men?" he questioned further.
"Like I said, we are all free people of Middle-Earth...together we are free...together we should fight."
She set her knives on her desk and pulled out a burgendy dress from the trunk which she set on her bed.
"That is the true reason why I came to Rohan. All of the elves have grown so selfish, keeping to themselves and staying within their protected realms. They stand back and watch while everyone else fights for them, then, when they get tired of this earth, they gather up their things and set sail for a place of eternal peace and happiness, a place that no human will ever be able to enjoy. I had the chance to leave, but I came here instead. I felt that if I stayed, I could show the people of Rohan that not all elves are selfish and care only for themselves."
"Then I think you are a very noble maiden," Legolas replied softly, "and braver than many of our kin.... My reason for disturbing you is to give you the news that we are marching to Helm's Deep immediately"
"Thank you, Legolas," she replied with a weak smile, "for your comments and your message. Now, if you do not mind, I must change into something I can travel in."
Legolas bowed (as is the elf custom) and walked out of her room. She held up the red dress and sighed, "I fear much blood is yet to be spilled in this land"
Chapter Three: The Restoration of Theoden
Once at the gates, Eruviel felt stronger. She wanted nothing other than to walk into Theoden's Hall. Apparently, someone had seen the riders coming, and many guards were outside of the Hall.
A guard stiffened his back "I will need you to disarm before you go any further," he said to the three.
Legolas, Gimli, and Aragorn disarmed themselves and Eruviel's eyes widened at the sight of Leoglas' Lothlorien bow, and Aragorn's beautiful elvish knife.
"Eruviel, I'm afraid you are not allowed in Theoden's court by order of Grima Wormtongue," said the guard.
"Let the elf pass," said Gandalf suddenly leaning on his staff.
Anyone who was present at the moment when the Three walked into Theoden's would agree that the moments to follow were very interesting. Seeing three men and an old wizard knock down more than twenty armed guards with their bare hands was a sight itself. Gimli knocked Grima down and held him in place with his foot. Then, something happened that no Rohan man or woman would ever forget. Theoden underwent a transformation that turned his pale shriveled body back into that of a mighty king.
Eruviel gracefully walked up to Grima and looked down on him, "It is amazing, Grima, how quickly the tables can be turned," she said stearnly. Grima stood up and faced the King, but he only get out a few sounds before Theoden ran him out of the hall. Grima raced out of Edoras on a black steed. He knew where he was going...to his true master. He would make all of them pay, especially Theoden.
Theoden paced back and forth in his hall as Aragorn explained to him the severity of the situation. Legolas stood near a pillar, almost motionless as Gimli took up the King's offer of food and beer.
Down the hall, Eruviel was in her chambers. She pulled out a trunk from under her desk and opened it. Inside was a bow, arrows, and two long knives, similar to Legolas' but not as decorated. She picked up her bow and pulled on its string, "Still taut as ever!" she said to herself as she smiled. Next, she pulled out her knives. She had never fought in a "real" battle, but she had killed orcs before. She remembered walking through the forest and being surprised by the two orcs, which she dispatched quickly using these two knives. Deep inside, she longed for a chance to be in a battle, much like Eowyn did. She sighed. She knew that they would leave Edoras soon, they would probably goto Helm's Deep. She stood up with her knives in hand, and fought the air with the fierceness of a warrior. She heard the floor creak behind her and she whipped around.
"I see you are skilled with long knives," said Legolas, "but why would a maiden show interest in war?"
"We are all free people of Middle-Earth. Free because of those who go into battle, like the men of Rohan."
Legolas eyed her, "Would you, as an elf, fight alongside men?" he questioned further.
"Like I said, we are all free people of Middle-Earth...together we are free...together we should fight."
She set her knives on her desk and pulled out a burgendy dress from the trunk which she set on her bed.
"That is the true reason why I came to Rohan. All of the elves have grown so selfish, keeping to themselves and staying within their protected realms. They stand back and watch while everyone else fights for them, then, when they get tired of this earth, they gather up their things and set sail for a place of eternal peace and happiness, a place that no human will ever be able to enjoy. I had the chance to leave, but I came here instead. I felt that if I stayed, I could show the people of Rohan that not all elves are selfish and care only for themselves."
"Then I think you are a very noble maiden," Legolas replied softly, "and braver than many of our kin.... My reason for disturbing you is to give you the news that we are marching to Helm's Deep immediately"
"Thank you, Legolas," she replied with a weak smile, "for your comments and your message. Now, if you do not mind, I must change into something I can travel in."
Legolas bowed (as is the elf custom) and walked out of her room. She held up the red dress and sighed, "I fear much blood is yet to be spilled in this land"