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the poetry or poets referenced (such as John Keats, Shakespeare, Poe,
Donne) or the song "Judgement of the Moon and Stars (Ludwig's Tune)" by
Joni Mitchell-all I own is Dascha, Ivy, Geniveve, Christopher, Ireth and
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A/N: This story is the second part of "The Evangeline Series," the first part being found in the story "A Sorta Fairytale." Please read it and review if you have not already done so. Happy reading!
PART TWO OF THE EVANGELINE SERIES:
Judgement of the Moon and Stars
By Leah Pensotti
Chapter Four: My Immortal
Geniveve awoke to thumping and shouting coming from the hall above. What time was it? What day was it? Her hands shook from not eating and her mouth felt like it was padded with cotton. She looked to Dascha and Eomer, who were listening intently at the door.
"What's happening?"
Eomer turned to her and smiled, "We have visitors upstairs, seeking the King's counsel."
Geniveve's eyes widened. They had come. She shot up, energized by pure adrenaline pumping through her veins and heart. She heard pounding coming down the stairs and the sound of someone unbarring the door. As the door opened, Hama stood a look of excitement awash on his face, "Come, Come. The King."
Eomer turned to Dascha and Geniveve and smiled, "Come, Ladies."
Hama raised a hand; "They have not been called. They must wait."
Eomer fought the urge to argue and turned to them once again, "No worries, I will come soon."
Geniveve nodded in agreement and Hama barred the door behind Eomer as he exited. Geniveve looked wildly at Dascha; "Can you hear anything?"
Dascha sighed, "Not really."
For twenty minutes they listened to muffled voices overhead, until the voices moved with heavy feet out the main entrance and on to the steps of the Golden Hall. Geniveve looked frantic, "Hurry Dascha! Lift me up to that sorry excuse of a window."
Dascha nodded quickly and kneeled on the stone floor to hoist Geniveve up by her feet so she could attempt to see the action. Dascha grunted with curiosity, "What's going on?"
Geniveve peered out of the window; "It's them. Gandalf's with them."
Dascha looked confused, "I thought he died."
Geniveve shook her head, "No, he didn't. It's too long of a story to get into. Maybe he can tell you sometime. Ooh, their throwing that weirdo Wormtongue out. Theoden is giving him a choice; to fight or leave."
As Grima Wormtongue slithered off, Theoden called his guests to eat and drink. Geniveve silently pleaded for someone to remember that they were imprisoned. She listened intently and began to lose hope when Eomer spoke; "I beg your pardon, my lord, but the others. They still need to be released."
Theoden nodded, "Of course! Hurry, go to get them."
As Eomer disappeared, Geniveve heard Aragorn call after him, "Others, my lord?"
Geniveve looked down at Dascha; "They're coming! Let me down!"
Dascha relinquished her grip on Geniveve and stood beside her as they heard the door being opened. Eomer appeared behind the door, followed by Eowyn. She embraced Dascha and Geniveve tightly and then took them by the hands, "Come!"
Geniveve was flanked by Eomer and Eowyn and Dascha walked at the latter's side. Geniveve became full of nervous energy as they made their way up to the throne room. Eowyn, reading the emotions on Geniveve's face, smiled at her, "Those you look for have arrived. Are you not happy?"
Geniveve nodded, "Happy yes. Prepared no. They will be angry with us."
Eomer raised an eyebrow at her, "But your friends will be happy to see you safe."
She turned to him seriously; "I hope so."
~~
As they entered the throne room, Geniveve itched with anticipation. Guards filled the hall, marveling at the rebound of their King. Aragorn, Gimli and Legolas stood at the end with King Theoden and a figure adorned in the purest white she had ever seen. It was Gandalf, he had returned. As Geniveve, Dascha, Eowyn, and Eomer approached, the King raised his hand, "My other guests."
Gandalf, Gimli, Aragorn and Legolas turned curiously, only to be met with already familiar faces. Aragorn smirked knowingly. Geniveve could practically hear him thinking, "I should've known."
Legolas looked at Geniveve with an expression that read as anger, relief and betrayal. She walked up to him and swallowed her fear. She already knew what he was going to say. She looked at him intently; she refused to be daunted. With one swift move, Legolas pulled her to him. As he embraced her, he pressed his mouth to her ear, "You promised me."
Geniveve embraced him gently and replied, "No I didn't."
Legolas squeezed her a little, "Yes, you did. You promised not to follow us."
Geniveve gritted her teeth, "I said I wouldn't come with you. I didn't follow you, Legolas. I arrived here first. I made no promises."
He drew back a little, "You look pale. How long did they have you down there?"
Geniveve shrugged, "Two nights. I haven't eaten in awhile so I feel a little weak."
Legolas pulled her to his chest again and whispered, "I am angry with you."
Geniveve smiled softly; "I expected that. Better angry than heartbroken."
Legolas held her tighter, indeed, his heart had not broken and she could hear it beating fast in his chest. Geniveve stepped away from him slowly to greet the others. Gimli beamed up at her as she bent slightly to tug at his beard and kiss his cheek.
Gimli chuckled, "Good to see you, lassie. You've become quite the adventurer."
Geniveve merely nodded and stood before Aragorn. He hinted at a smile, but never fully revealed it, "You're quite determined, lady. I knew that you would not return to Lorien."
She smiled, "It's good to see you as well, Aragorn."
Finally Geniveve presented herself to Gandalf, "Gandalf? Do you remember me?"
Gandalf peered closely at her and then gave her a knowing look, "All that we see or seem-"
Geniveve smiled luminously, "Is but a dream within a dream! Oh Gandalf! We thought we had lost you."
Gandalf chuckled, "No, no. However, I do remember you giver of riddles. You have come quite far. I see only one of your companions remain."
She turned grimly to Dascha to see her speaking with Aragorn, Gimli and Legolas, "Much has happened, Gandalf."
The wizard nodded, "Indeed, it has."
Suddenly, Theoden raised his arms, "If my guests will join me for food and drink, there is much to discuss and very little time to spare."
Geniveve followed Eowyn into the kitchen and then Dascha followed her. Eowyn helped prepare food for her uncle and his guests. She turned to the two girls, "Why do you not join the others in the dining hall?"
Geniveve sighed, "There is much for them to decide and those matters have no place for us. Is it alright if we eat in here?"
Eowyn smiled, "Certainly."
~~
After Geniveve and Dascha ate, they ran to their quarters to change clothes and freshen up from being sequestered for two days. Eowyn called to them from behind the door as Geniveve washed her face, neck and arms in the small basin. She smiled vaguely and reached a gown of deep hunter green trimmed in gold to Geniveve and a gown of maroon to Dascha. The dresses were simple but elegant.
Geniveve smiled brightly, "Thank you, Eowyn. They are lovely."
Eowyn nodded, "It is the least I could do after everything you have endured the past days. Please, go put them on."
Geniveve and Dascha disappeared behind their respective changing screens. As Geniveve began to disrobe, Eowyn sat on Dascha's bed and called, "You're friends are intriguing."
Geniveve pulled on her new dress and found that it had a fitted bodice that reached her hips, unlike the elvish dresses that she was used to. As she tied the gold sash around her hips, she replied, "Are they?"
She could hear a smile in Eowyn's voice, "Yes, they are. My uncle has returned and Wormtongue has been expelled."
As Geniveve stepped out from her changing screen, Eowyn stood to meet her, "It's perfect. Don't you feel better now?"
Geniveve smiled, she felt much better even though the feel of the dress would take some getting used to, "Yes, I feel much better."
Eowyn nodded to Dascha's changing screen, "Is everything alright Telvilya?"
Dascha grunted, "I am fine."
Eowyn chuckled, "Well, I should go see if I am needed. I will see you soon, Evangeline. Goodbye, Telvilya!"
Geniveve nodded, "I will be down shortly, as will Telvilya. Thank you Eowyn, for everything."
As Eowyn shut the door behind her, Dascha appeared in her maroon dress. She looked lovely, but uncomfortable. Dascha had just gotten used to wearing dresses a few months ago. Geniveve sighed, "I know, I know. But it's just something we'll have to get used to."
Dascha frowned a bit, "Eowyn seems-"
Geniveve finished her sentence, "Eager."
Dascha nodded her head, "Yeah. Why is she so eager?"
Geniveve raised her eyebrows, "Aragorn."
Dascha smiled, "Really?"
Geniveve nodded, "Yep."
Dascha sighed, "Want to go down stairs and watch them get ready?"
Geniveve shook her head, "I'm gonna brush my hair and chill for a bit. But you can go down if you like."
Dascha gave a little wave, "I'll see you in a few minutes."
Geniveve nodded and picked up her brush. After Dascha left the room, she sat on her bed and brushed her hair. She had collected a few knots since her stay in that little room. Thoughts plagued her, what happens next? What will happen to her?
Her thoughts were interrupted as a knock came upon the door. She pulled the brush through her hair and then called, "Come in."
As the door opened, quiet steps approached her. She turned to see the familiar fair face of Legolas. She stood up quickly, "Legolas-"
He looked at her seriously, "We must talk, Geniveve. We haven't much time. We ride as soon a everyone is accounted for and readied."
He watched as she turned away from him, obviously conflicted. Legolas took notice of how well she fit in amongst the Rohirrim; she was adorned in their clothes, her dark gold hair tumbled carelessly to her waist, and her gray-green eyes turned sad. He placed his bow, quiver and knives on her bed; they had just been recovered from Hama's keep. He stepped close to her and saw her fold her arms across her chest and sighed, "I already know that you are angry with me, Legolas. Have you found something else to reprimand me for?"
Legolas shook his head, "No, I haven't. Please, Geniveve, look at me."
She turned around slowly to meet his unnerving gaze. He held her eyes captive with his, "I need you to know how strongly I feel about your mission, whatever it may be. You cannot follow us to Helm's Deep; it will be too dangerous. It will be war."
Geniveve almost laughed out loud. She may have come this far, but she had no intention of going to Helm's Deep, "Are you saying you can't take my word, Legolas? That you can't believe me?"
Legolas nodded, "You have broke your word before."
Geniveve huffed, "Once. Remember, that Dascha and I got here first."
Legolas sighed, "Even so, I wish for you stay here at Edoras with the Lady Eowyn. I need your word, Geniveve."
Geniveve smirked, "Is this a game? Are you trying to make me prove myself to you? Well, I'll do it, Legolas. What do I have to do to prove it to you?"
Legolas looked at her intently, "Swear to me that you will stay with Eowyn."
Geniveve reached around him and picked up one of his blades. Legolas opened his mouth to protest, but Geniveve placed a finger to his lips, "Trust me. Give me your hand."
He held out his hand to her and she pressed the sharp tip into the soft part of his palm. He watched as a pearl of blood bubbled to the surface. Geniveve then took her own scarred palm and did the same. As her blood emerged, she pressed her palm to his and wove their fingers together. Legolas looked at his hand and felt their blood mingling together.
Geniveve spoke sincerely, "I swear to stay with Eowyn, Legolas. I will not break a blood oath. I want you to trust me."
Legolas looked down at her in amazement, "Geniveve, I leave soon."
She still clasped his hand; "Will you return?"
"Yes."
She nodded, "That's all that matters."
Legolas pulled her close with his free arm. They leaned naturally and their lips found each other. The kiss was mutual. Geniveve pulled away gently, her breath stolen from her lungs. She pressed her forehead to his and whispered, "Why are we doing this to each other? We are so wrong, so opposite."
Before Legolas could answer, the door swung open unexpectedly, "Lady Evangeline-"
Geniveve's head turned away and to the direction of the door. Eomer poked his head in and saw Geniveve and Legolas in each other's arms. His face fell and apologized, "I'm sorry. Forgive me, I should have knocked."
Geniveve let go of Legolas and called after him, "Eomer-"
Legolas picked up his weapons and looked to her, "Was he looking for you? He called for Evangeline."
Geniveve nodded wearily, "Yes, he was looking for me. My mother gave me a second name. Lady Galadriel knew about it. It's Evangeline. That is the name I gave to the Doorward upon my arrival here. I'm not completely sure why."
Legolas smiled, "Shall I call you that as well?"
Geniveve had the distinct feeling that he was mocking her. She put her hands on her hips and sighed, "No."
Legolas couldn't repress his smile; "I should go to the others. I shall come again before we depart."
As he walked to the door, Legolas turned around, "Wait."
Geniveve answered quickly, "What?"
Legolas stepped to her and took her face in both of his hands and kissed her again. When he released her, Geniveve looked at him in shock and he said, "Until later, Lady Evangeline."
~~
After Legolas left, Geniveve ducked into the hallway. In the far corner she saw Eomer standing in the shadows. Geniveve approached him quietly and did not meet his eyes.
"Eomer-"
"There is nothing to speak of, Lady."
"But I can see your anger, will you not tell me what troubles you?"
Eomer sighed thickly and paused, "I should've knocked."
Geniveve sighed in return, "It's alright. Legolas and I-"
"Are lovers."
Geniveve grimaced at the term and the way Eomer spat it at her, "We're not lovers."
Eomer glowered at her, "Then what are the both of you?"
Geniveve thought rapidly, "Legolas and I are friends. We have this kind of friction and now we're changing, uh, turning into-more."
Eomer smirked, "Into lovers. I can see it, even now. Lady Evangeline, you understand that he is Elf-Kind don't you? You are mortal."
Geniveve bit her lip, thoughts running amok in her head. Should she tell him? She finally sighed defeatedly, "No. No I'm not."
Eomer raised an eyebrow, "Not what?"
Geniveve looked away from his intense gaze, "Mortal. I'm not mortal."
Eomer chuckled, "No, that's impossible."
Geniveve nodded, "It's true, Eomer. Telvilya and I are not from Middle- Earth. We have already died mortal deaths."
Eomer's expression turned to that of utter disbelief, "Impossible."
Geniveve huffed, "There was a storm and a tree fell on my house. Three friends and I awoke at the shores of Rivendell. Lord Elrond sent us to Lorien, where we were told the truth by Lady Galadriel. Telvilya and I had died and could not return home, but my brother and my best friend did. They survived."
Eomer sighed again; he seemed very confused by her words. Geniveve saw that he had a very hard time believing her, so she continued to look away from him.
He eyed her, "We leave soon."
Geniveve turned to him hesitantly, "I've heard."
Eomer sighed, "Evangeline, I-"
Geniveve felt him take her hand in his. She felt like recoiling, but didn't, "Eomer, I must thank you for your kindness during our imprisonment. It would have been unbearable otherwise. But I-"
"I know."
She felt discomfort bubbling within her, "I'm sorry."
Eomer gripped her hand tightly; "I must go. To meet the others. I bid you farewell."
He released her hand and walked away. Things had become even more complicated.
~~
A/N: Once again, I must apologize for the lateness of this installment. However, work, school and the new Harry Potter book has taken away my attention. Next up: POETRY back by popular demand! The Rohirrim ride to Helm's Deep to leave Geniveve, Dascha and Eowyn to their own devices. Please read and review! Free chocolate covered Balrogs to those that read and review! I HEART REVIEWS!
A/N: This story is the second part of "The Evangeline Series," the first part being found in the story "A Sorta Fairytale." Please read it and review if you have not already done so. Happy reading!
PART TWO OF THE EVANGELINE SERIES:
Judgement of the Moon and Stars
By Leah Pensotti
Chapter Four: My Immortal
Geniveve awoke to thumping and shouting coming from the hall above. What time was it? What day was it? Her hands shook from not eating and her mouth felt like it was padded with cotton. She looked to Dascha and Eomer, who were listening intently at the door.
"What's happening?"
Eomer turned to her and smiled, "We have visitors upstairs, seeking the King's counsel."
Geniveve's eyes widened. They had come. She shot up, energized by pure adrenaline pumping through her veins and heart. She heard pounding coming down the stairs and the sound of someone unbarring the door. As the door opened, Hama stood a look of excitement awash on his face, "Come, Come. The King."
Eomer turned to Dascha and Geniveve and smiled, "Come, Ladies."
Hama raised a hand; "They have not been called. They must wait."
Eomer fought the urge to argue and turned to them once again, "No worries, I will come soon."
Geniveve nodded in agreement and Hama barred the door behind Eomer as he exited. Geniveve looked wildly at Dascha; "Can you hear anything?"
Dascha sighed, "Not really."
For twenty minutes they listened to muffled voices overhead, until the voices moved with heavy feet out the main entrance and on to the steps of the Golden Hall. Geniveve looked frantic, "Hurry Dascha! Lift me up to that sorry excuse of a window."
Dascha nodded quickly and kneeled on the stone floor to hoist Geniveve up by her feet so she could attempt to see the action. Dascha grunted with curiosity, "What's going on?"
Geniveve peered out of the window; "It's them. Gandalf's with them."
Dascha looked confused, "I thought he died."
Geniveve shook her head, "No, he didn't. It's too long of a story to get into. Maybe he can tell you sometime. Ooh, their throwing that weirdo Wormtongue out. Theoden is giving him a choice; to fight or leave."
As Grima Wormtongue slithered off, Theoden called his guests to eat and drink. Geniveve silently pleaded for someone to remember that they were imprisoned. She listened intently and began to lose hope when Eomer spoke; "I beg your pardon, my lord, but the others. They still need to be released."
Theoden nodded, "Of course! Hurry, go to get them."
As Eomer disappeared, Geniveve heard Aragorn call after him, "Others, my lord?"
Geniveve looked down at Dascha; "They're coming! Let me down!"
Dascha relinquished her grip on Geniveve and stood beside her as they heard the door being opened. Eomer appeared behind the door, followed by Eowyn. She embraced Dascha and Geniveve tightly and then took them by the hands, "Come!"
Geniveve was flanked by Eomer and Eowyn and Dascha walked at the latter's side. Geniveve became full of nervous energy as they made their way up to the throne room. Eowyn, reading the emotions on Geniveve's face, smiled at her, "Those you look for have arrived. Are you not happy?"
Geniveve nodded, "Happy yes. Prepared no. They will be angry with us."
Eomer raised an eyebrow at her, "But your friends will be happy to see you safe."
She turned to him seriously; "I hope so."
~~
As they entered the throne room, Geniveve itched with anticipation. Guards filled the hall, marveling at the rebound of their King. Aragorn, Gimli and Legolas stood at the end with King Theoden and a figure adorned in the purest white she had ever seen. It was Gandalf, he had returned. As Geniveve, Dascha, Eowyn, and Eomer approached, the King raised his hand, "My other guests."
Gandalf, Gimli, Aragorn and Legolas turned curiously, only to be met with already familiar faces. Aragorn smirked knowingly. Geniveve could practically hear him thinking, "I should've known."
Legolas looked at Geniveve with an expression that read as anger, relief and betrayal. She walked up to him and swallowed her fear. She already knew what he was going to say. She looked at him intently; she refused to be daunted. With one swift move, Legolas pulled her to him. As he embraced her, he pressed his mouth to her ear, "You promised me."
Geniveve embraced him gently and replied, "No I didn't."
Legolas squeezed her a little, "Yes, you did. You promised not to follow us."
Geniveve gritted her teeth, "I said I wouldn't come with you. I didn't follow you, Legolas. I arrived here first. I made no promises."
He drew back a little, "You look pale. How long did they have you down there?"
Geniveve shrugged, "Two nights. I haven't eaten in awhile so I feel a little weak."
Legolas pulled her to his chest again and whispered, "I am angry with you."
Geniveve smiled softly; "I expected that. Better angry than heartbroken."
Legolas held her tighter, indeed, his heart had not broken and she could hear it beating fast in his chest. Geniveve stepped away from him slowly to greet the others. Gimli beamed up at her as she bent slightly to tug at his beard and kiss his cheek.
Gimli chuckled, "Good to see you, lassie. You've become quite the adventurer."
Geniveve merely nodded and stood before Aragorn. He hinted at a smile, but never fully revealed it, "You're quite determined, lady. I knew that you would not return to Lorien."
She smiled, "It's good to see you as well, Aragorn."
Finally Geniveve presented herself to Gandalf, "Gandalf? Do you remember me?"
Gandalf peered closely at her and then gave her a knowing look, "All that we see or seem-"
Geniveve smiled luminously, "Is but a dream within a dream! Oh Gandalf! We thought we had lost you."
Gandalf chuckled, "No, no. However, I do remember you giver of riddles. You have come quite far. I see only one of your companions remain."
She turned grimly to Dascha to see her speaking with Aragorn, Gimli and Legolas, "Much has happened, Gandalf."
The wizard nodded, "Indeed, it has."
Suddenly, Theoden raised his arms, "If my guests will join me for food and drink, there is much to discuss and very little time to spare."
Geniveve followed Eowyn into the kitchen and then Dascha followed her. Eowyn helped prepare food for her uncle and his guests. She turned to the two girls, "Why do you not join the others in the dining hall?"
Geniveve sighed, "There is much for them to decide and those matters have no place for us. Is it alright if we eat in here?"
Eowyn smiled, "Certainly."
~~
After Geniveve and Dascha ate, they ran to their quarters to change clothes and freshen up from being sequestered for two days. Eowyn called to them from behind the door as Geniveve washed her face, neck and arms in the small basin. She smiled vaguely and reached a gown of deep hunter green trimmed in gold to Geniveve and a gown of maroon to Dascha. The dresses were simple but elegant.
Geniveve smiled brightly, "Thank you, Eowyn. They are lovely."
Eowyn nodded, "It is the least I could do after everything you have endured the past days. Please, go put them on."
Geniveve and Dascha disappeared behind their respective changing screens. As Geniveve began to disrobe, Eowyn sat on Dascha's bed and called, "You're friends are intriguing."
Geniveve pulled on her new dress and found that it had a fitted bodice that reached her hips, unlike the elvish dresses that she was used to. As she tied the gold sash around her hips, she replied, "Are they?"
She could hear a smile in Eowyn's voice, "Yes, they are. My uncle has returned and Wormtongue has been expelled."
As Geniveve stepped out from her changing screen, Eowyn stood to meet her, "It's perfect. Don't you feel better now?"
Geniveve smiled, she felt much better even though the feel of the dress would take some getting used to, "Yes, I feel much better."
Eowyn nodded to Dascha's changing screen, "Is everything alright Telvilya?"
Dascha grunted, "I am fine."
Eowyn chuckled, "Well, I should go see if I am needed. I will see you soon, Evangeline. Goodbye, Telvilya!"
Geniveve nodded, "I will be down shortly, as will Telvilya. Thank you Eowyn, for everything."
As Eowyn shut the door behind her, Dascha appeared in her maroon dress. She looked lovely, but uncomfortable. Dascha had just gotten used to wearing dresses a few months ago. Geniveve sighed, "I know, I know. But it's just something we'll have to get used to."
Dascha frowned a bit, "Eowyn seems-"
Geniveve finished her sentence, "Eager."
Dascha nodded her head, "Yeah. Why is she so eager?"
Geniveve raised her eyebrows, "Aragorn."
Dascha smiled, "Really?"
Geniveve nodded, "Yep."
Dascha sighed, "Want to go down stairs and watch them get ready?"
Geniveve shook her head, "I'm gonna brush my hair and chill for a bit. But you can go down if you like."
Dascha gave a little wave, "I'll see you in a few minutes."
Geniveve nodded and picked up her brush. After Dascha left the room, she sat on her bed and brushed her hair. She had collected a few knots since her stay in that little room. Thoughts plagued her, what happens next? What will happen to her?
Her thoughts were interrupted as a knock came upon the door. She pulled the brush through her hair and then called, "Come in."
As the door opened, quiet steps approached her. She turned to see the familiar fair face of Legolas. She stood up quickly, "Legolas-"
He looked at her seriously, "We must talk, Geniveve. We haven't much time. We ride as soon a everyone is accounted for and readied."
He watched as she turned away from him, obviously conflicted. Legolas took notice of how well she fit in amongst the Rohirrim; she was adorned in their clothes, her dark gold hair tumbled carelessly to her waist, and her gray-green eyes turned sad. He placed his bow, quiver and knives on her bed; they had just been recovered from Hama's keep. He stepped close to her and saw her fold her arms across her chest and sighed, "I already know that you are angry with me, Legolas. Have you found something else to reprimand me for?"
Legolas shook his head, "No, I haven't. Please, Geniveve, look at me."
She turned around slowly to meet his unnerving gaze. He held her eyes captive with his, "I need you to know how strongly I feel about your mission, whatever it may be. You cannot follow us to Helm's Deep; it will be too dangerous. It will be war."
Geniveve almost laughed out loud. She may have come this far, but she had no intention of going to Helm's Deep, "Are you saying you can't take my word, Legolas? That you can't believe me?"
Legolas nodded, "You have broke your word before."
Geniveve huffed, "Once. Remember, that Dascha and I got here first."
Legolas sighed, "Even so, I wish for you stay here at Edoras with the Lady Eowyn. I need your word, Geniveve."
Geniveve smirked, "Is this a game? Are you trying to make me prove myself to you? Well, I'll do it, Legolas. What do I have to do to prove it to you?"
Legolas looked at her intently, "Swear to me that you will stay with Eowyn."
Geniveve reached around him and picked up one of his blades. Legolas opened his mouth to protest, but Geniveve placed a finger to his lips, "Trust me. Give me your hand."
He held out his hand to her and she pressed the sharp tip into the soft part of his palm. He watched as a pearl of blood bubbled to the surface. Geniveve then took her own scarred palm and did the same. As her blood emerged, she pressed her palm to his and wove their fingers together. Legolas looked at his hand and felt their blood mingling together.
Geniveve spoke sincerely, "I swear to stay with Eowyn, Legolas. I will not break a blood oath. I want you to trust me."
Legolas looked down at her in amazement, "Geniveve, I leave soon."
She still clasped his hand; "Will you return?"
"Yes."
She nodded, "That's all that matters."
Legolas pulled her close with his free arm. They leaned naturally and their lips found each other. The kiss was mutual. Geniveve pulled away gently, her breath stolen from her lungs. She pressed her forehead to his and whispered, "Why are we doing this to each other? We are so wrong, so opposite."
Before Legolas could answer, the door swung open unexpectedly, "Lady Evangeline-"
Geniveve's head turned away and to the direction of the door. Eomer poked his head in and saw Geniveve and Legolas in each other's arms. His face fell and apologized, "I'm sorry. Forgive me, I should have knocked."
Geniveve let go of Legolas and called after him, "Eomer-"
Legolas picked up his weapons and looked to her, "Was he looking for you? He called for Evangeline."
Geniveve nodded wearily, "Yes, he was looking for me. My mother gave me a second name. Lady Galadriel knew about it. It's Evangeline. That is the name I gave to the Doorward upon my arrival here. I'm not completely sure why."
Legolas smiled, "Shall I call you that as well?"
Geniveve had the distinct feeling that he was mocking her. She put her hands on her hips and sighed, "No."
Legolas couldn't repress his smile; "I should go to the others. I shall come again before we depart."
As he walked to the door, Legolas turned around, "Wait."
Geniveve answered quickly, "What?"
Legolas stepped to her and took her face in both of his hands and kissed her again. When he released her, Geniveve looked at him in shock and he said, "Until later, Lady Evangeline."
~~
After Legolas left, Geniveve ducked into the hallway. In the far corner she saw Eomer standing in the shadows. Geniveve approached him quietly and did not meet his eyes.
"Eomer-"
"There is nothing to speak of, Lady."
"But I can see your anger, will you not tell me what troubles you?"
Eomer sighed thickly and paused, "I should've knocked."
Geniveve sighed in return, "It's alright. Legolas and I-"
"Are lovers."
Geniveve grimaced at the term and the way Eomer spat it at her, "We're not lovers."
Eomer glowered at her, "Then what are the both of you?"
Geniveve thought rapidly, "Legolas and I are friends. We have this kind of friction and now we're changing, uh, turning into-more."
Eomer smirked, "Into lovers. I can see it, even now. Lady Evangeline, you understand that he is Elf-Kind don't you? You are mortal."
Geniveve bit her lip, thoughts running amok in her head. Should she tell him? She finally sighed defeatedly, "No. No I'm not."
Eomer raised an eyebrow, "Not what?"
Geniveve looked away from his intense gaze, "Mortal. I'm not mortal."
Eomer chuckled, "No, that's impossible."
Geniveve nodded, "It's true, Eomer. Telvilya and I are not from Middle- Earth. We have already died mortal deaths."
Eomer's expression turned to that of utter disbelief, "Impossible."
Geniveve huffed, "There was a storm and a tree fell on my house. Three friends and I awoke at the shores of Rivendell. Lord Elrond sent us to Lorien, where we were told the truth by Lady Galadriel. Telvilya and I had died and could not return home, but my brother and my best friend did. They survived."
Eomer sighed again; he seemed very confused by her words. Geniveve saw that he had a very hard time believing her, so she continued to look away from him.
He eyed her, "We leave soon."
Geniveve turned to him hesitantly, "I've heard."
Eomer sighed, "Evangeline, I-"
Geniveve felt him take her hand in his. She felt like recoiling, but didn't, "Eomer, I must thank you for your kindness during our imprisonment. It would have been unbearable otherwise. But I-"
"I know."
She felt discomfort bubbling within her, "I'm sorry."
Eomer gripped her hand tightly; "I must go. To meet the others. I bid you farewell."
He released her hand and walked away. Things had become even more complicated.
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A/N: Once again, I must apologize for the lateness of this installment. However, work, school and the new Harry Potter book has taken away my attention. Next up: POETRY back by popular demand! The Rohirrim ride to Helm's Deep to leave Geniveve, Dascha and Eowyn to their own devices. Please read and review! Free chocolate covered Balrogs to those that read and review! I HEART REVIEWS!