A/N: HEY! Wow I haven't updated in forever, I need to get in the mood, I
haven't had a chance to type in like 5 days. My back is killing me so much;
I don't know how long I can sit in this chair. Wow I really need to update
this LOL!
Disclaimer: See chapter one
Chapter Seven: Edoras
Mena flew through the opening of the tree. She opened her eyes quickly to see a bright light flash into her eyes. She covered her face rapidly to block the light. Then she slowly let her hands fall from her view. A bright shinning sun glimmered at her.
Mena stood from the ground hastily. She began to pat off the dirt along her clothing. Mena finished this and brought her head back up.
She viewed the area, as it was not the one she had come from. Mena stared around at the vacant forest area. She could only see tall evergreens, and shrubberies. Also tall and short grasses huddled around her. She trotted along trying to find any sign of life.
A loud rumble behind her shook her to the dirt, making her fall flat on her face. She slowly pushed up from the ground and turned around. She was faced with a large bristly brown snout. But under the nose were the creatures snarled teeth. They seemed sharp and gangly, but colored a dingy yellow.
Mena quickly scooted back from the beast. And she got a full view of the being its self. She shakily laid in fear as the large beast inched closer to her. Its body seemed three times the size of her own. Mena gazed down at the neck of the beast to view a chain link collar.
'Who in the would want to keep this as a pet?' Mena thought to herself.
In one instantaneous moment the beast howled loudly, and then began to moan as it fell quickly towards the ground. Mena dropped her head back and silently prayed for thanks. But then she began to her more sounds around her.
She sat up to see what was going on. She was faced with arrows and swords pointed at her.
"What is a she-elf doing at the borders of Rohan?" a demanding voice asked.
He sat highly on his horse. And a long bristly feather stuck out of his helmet. He lifted the visor revealing his young handsome face, which was oddly covered in black liquid and dirt. As was Mena's.
"What?" Mena finally coughed out. "What do you mean, elf? Aren't there any girls around here?"
The man gave a nod of his head, agreeing that there were women.
"But you are an elf, it is only I question you, because of your attire." He replied.
Mena looked down at herself, and she was wearing her black trench coat, along with her blue sporty jeans, and a Hard Rock Café tee shirt. Mena brought her eyes back to the man on his horse.
"I, um-well. Are you saying, how do you know I am an elf? How could I be? I mean, I'm human!" Mena shakily said.
Her eyes were wide and Mena began to shake. She was to scared to move, or say anything anymore. Mena only gazed into the mans deep brown eyes.
"We only know that you are an elf, by your ears, and you're longer than natural hair." He answered.
Mena broke from her spell and turned her head to gaze at the many men around her. They all stood on top of their horses, as the man speaking to her did. Mena slowly brought herself up from the ground. She stood straight and tall.
She slowly tipped her head, and her long hair fell from her shoulder. It was normal length for her; it was still the color of gray. Mena brought her hands to her ears; they were normal, well to her. But she began to contemplate the ears and her long and irregular colored hair
"But, I am not an elf, I am from Nevada, I mean, now from Los Vegas, but still, I, no way, am an elf!" Mena protested.
"Ah, but you are, and there is no way around that, even if you are an outcast, do not hide where you are from." The man said. "I am Eomer, what is your name?"
Mena stood in disbelief as he disregarded her comment.
"I- my name is Mena, Mena Coolsen." She replied.
The man gave a smile and got off of his horse. He slowly walked over to her and placed his arm around Mena.
"You shall come, come and have a fine meal, you look as if death has come at your door." He said to her. "You shall ride with me."
Mena smiled and turned her head to the horse. She loved horses, although she feared them more than anything. When she was only seven she fell from a horse, owned by her foster parents. She broke her leg, making her fear to ever ride one again.
Mena had no choice. The man pushed her over to the horse. He hopped on and held out his hand to Mena. She began to contemplate the thought of riding another horse. But again she had no say. Eomer seemed impatient, and he gripped her arm pulling her onto the horse.
Mena quickly rapped her arms around Eomer.
"To Edoras!" Eomer shouted to the men.
He kicked the sides of the horse, making the horse rear up and run along the grasses. It was a long ride to Edoras. Mena only hummed to herself and kept a tight grip on Eomer. Mena viewed the beautiful hillside of the valley. There seemed to be a calm wind that blew about making everything tranquil.
Eventually Mena and the other men rode up a steep hill. And Mena's eyes caught a glimpse of a large area filled with tall and short houses, which seemed to be made from wood and some of stone.
They reached a large tattered wooden fence, which seemed fifty feet tall, in exaggeration. Eomer hopped down from the horse and egged Mena to get off as well. Mena slowly jumped down landing in Eomers arms.
"Thank you." Mena quickly said before jumping down from his arms.
He gave a slight smile. A loud sound came from in front of him. She shriveled behind him and waited for the sound to go away. But it only got louder. Mena heard a cracking sound and brought her head up past him. The now obvious gate was opened.
Mena stepped away from Eomer and tried to act as if she wasn't scared. She stepped along with Eomer as he lead her inside the area.
"Welcome to Edoras!" He happily shouted.
Everyone around them turned their heads to see the newcomer. Mena walked along quickly and kept the pace up with Eomer. He noticed he stopped and was looking up. Mena tilted her head and viewed a large castle like house.
"This is where my uncle lives, he is the King of Rohan." Eomer said with delight.
Mena stared at the castle in wonderment. The large-scale pillars accented the stairs to the entrance. Its vivid color reminded Mena of her friend, Tasia, who was now dead. Tasia dreamed of an area such as the one Mena had her eyes on.
Mena smiled and walked onto the marble colored steps. Eomer followed her as Mena waited for him. She grinned as he walked past and she tagged along beside him.
A/N: AHH! I know short, I know, but only two people can kill me, who are reading this, cause they know where I live! LOL! BYE! I hope to put up the next chapter soon!
Disclaimer: See chapter one
Chapter Seven: Edoras
Mena flew through the opening of the tree. She opened her eyes quickly to see a bright light flash into her eyes. She covered her face rapidly to block the light. Then she slowly let her hands fall from her view. A bright shinning sun glimmered at her.
Mena stood from the ground hastily. She began to pat off the dirt along her clothing. Mena finished this and brought her head back up.
She viewed the area, as it was not the one she had come from. Mena stared around at the vacant forest area. She could only see tall evergreens, and shrubberies. Also tall and short grasses huddled around her. She trotted along trying to find any sign of life.
A loud rumble behind her shook her to the dirt, making her fall flat on her face. She slowly pushed up from the ground and turned around. She was faced with a large bristly brown snout. But under the nose were the creatures snarled teeth. They seemed sharp and gangly, but colored a dingy yellow.
Mena quickly scooted back from the beast. And she got a full view of the being its self. She shakily laid in fear as the large beast inched closer to her. Its body seemed three times the size of her own. Mena gazed down at the neck of the beast to view a chain link collar.
'Who in the would want to keep this as a pet?' Mena thought to herself.
In one instantaneous moment the beast howled loudly, and then began to moan as it fell quickly towards the ground. Mena dropped her head back and silently prayed for thanks. But then she began to her more sounds around her.
She sat up to see what was going on. She was faced with arrows and swords pointed at her.
"What is a she-elf doing at the borders of Rohan?" a demanding voice asked.
He sat highly on his horse. And a long bristly feather stuck out of his helmet. He lifted the visor revealing his young handsome face, which was oddly covered in black liquid and dirt. As was Mena's.
"What?" Mena finally coughed out. "What do you mean, elf? Aren't there any girls around here?"
The man gave a nod of his head, agreeing that there were women.
"But you are an elf, it is only I question you, because of your attire." He replied.
Mena looked down at herself, and she was wearing her black trench coat, along with her blue sporty jeans, and a Hard Rock Café tee shirt. Mena brought her eyes back to the man on his horse.
"I, um-well. Are you saying, how do you know I am an elf? How could I be? I mean, I'm human!" Mena shakily said.
Her eyes were wide and Mena began to shake. She was to scared to move, or say anything anymore. Mena only gazed into the mans deep brown eyes.
"We only know that you are an elf, by your ears, and you're longer than natural hair." He answered.
Mena broke from her spell and turned her head to gaze at the many men around her. They all stood on top of their horses, as the man speaking to her did. Mena slowly brought herself up from the ground. She stood straight and tall.
She slowly tipped her head, and her long hair fell from her shoulder. It was normal length for her; it was still the color of gray. Mena brought her hands to her ears; they were normal, well to her. But she began to contemplate the ears and her long and irregular colored hair
"But, I am not an elf, I am from Nevada, I mean, now from Los Vegas, but still, I, no way, am an elf!" Mena protested.
"Ah, but you are, and there is no way around that, even if you are an outcast, do not hide where you are from." The man said. "I am Eomer, what is your name?"
Mena stood in disbelief as he disregarded her comment.
"I- my name is Mena, Mena Coolsen." She replied.
The man gave a smile and got off of his horse. He slowly walked over to her and placed his arm around Mena.
"You shall come, come and have a fine meal, you look as if death has come at your door." He said to her. "You shall ride with me."
Mena smiled and turned her head to the horse. She loved horses, although she feared them more than anything. When she was only seven she fell from a horse, owned by her foster parents. She broke her leg, making her fear to ever ride one again.
Mena had no choice. The man pushed her over to the horse. He hopped on and held out his hand to Mena. She began to contemplate the thought of riding another horse. But again she had no say. Eomer seemed impatient, and he gripped her arm pulling her onto the horse.
Mena quickly rapped her arms around Eomer.
"To Edoras!" Eomer shouted to the men.
He kicked the sides of the horse, making the horse rear up and run along the grasses. It was a long ride to Edoras. Mena only hummed to herself and kept a tight grip on Eomer. Mena viewed the beautiful hillside of the valley. There seemed to be a calm wind that blew about making everything tranquil.
Eventually Mena and the other men rode up a steep hill. And Mena's eyes caught a glimpse of a large area filled with tall and short houses, which seemed to be made from wood and some of stone.
They reached a large tattered wooden fence, which seemed fifty feet tall, in exaggeration. Eomer hopped down from the horse and egged Mena to get off as well. Mena slowly jumped down landing in Eomers arms.
"Thank you." Mena quickly said before jumping down from his arms.
He gave a slight smile. A loud sound came from in front of him. She shriveled behind him and waited for the sound to go away. But it only got louder. Mena heard a cracking sound and brought her head up past him. The now obvious gate was opened.
Mena stepped away from Eomer and tried to act as if she wasn't scared. She stepped along with Eomer as he lead her inside the area.
"Welcome to Edoras!" He happily shouted.
Everyone around them turned their heads to see the newcomer. Mena walked along quickly and kept the pace up with Eomer. He noticed he stopped and was looking up. Mena tilted her head and viewed a large castle like house.
"This is where my uncle lives, he is the King of Rohan." Eomer said with delight.
Mena stared at the castle in wonderment. The large-scale pillars accented the stairs to the entrance. Its vivid color reminded Mena of her friend, Tasia, who was now dead. Tasia dreamed of an area such as the one Mena had her eyes on.
Mena smiled and walked onto the marble colored steps. Eomer followed her as Mena waited for him. She grinned as he walked past and she tagged along beside him.
A/N: AHH! I know short, I know, but only two people can kill me, who are reading this, cause they know where I live! LOL! BYE! I hope to put up the next chapter soon!
