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A/N: So yah another chapter. Yeah. Soooo much schoolwork. It's gonna be hard keeping up by I will keep updating. Plus for English I have to write an original fic (yeah compulsory writing) so that will keep me pretty busy, but I will write my other stories in all the spare time I have. At first my friend told me it had to be only 4 pages and I was like NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!, then she said that 4 pages was minimum and 10 pages was more like it and I was like 10 pages yah right muhahahahaha!!!!!
I may have mentioned Eomer in my first chapter. That's because I was orignally gonna use Eomer and post lotr, but then I decided the story would be better with King Fengel (it'll make more sense later, I assure you). So yah, Eomer is not supposed to be there. You can ignore that reference.
Again names in this chapter are not Rohan name (there are no name generators for Rohan names and nothing really good in the books for their names (that I have read yet. I have read the entire trilogy twice times yet have still failed to read the appendixes. I will do that soon). And the names aren't really relevant either so it doesn't matter.
I suppose no one wants to hear about my LOTR dream where I got hit by an arrow shot by Amy Lee fron Evanescence. I woke up before I actually died.
Guess nothing else interesting has been going on that is of general interest. I saw a trailer for ROTK. I must see it. NOW. I hate my friend for sending it to me cuz I still have to wait another three months. NOOOOOO!!!!!!!
And now the chapter! R&R!!
Chapter 3
Realization of her crime suddenly struck Kiara. Fear began rising in her chest. She grabbed her dagger from Barthor's limp hand, and cut the bonds around him to make her slightly less obvious. It was a very bad cover up.
She fled out of the room, down the stairs and out onto the streets. They were silent and deserted, just as they had been an hour before, just as they should be at this time of night.
Kiara headed to the stables taking all the back alleyways possible to avoid any encounters with the guards.
The stables were locked but this she had expected. She threw herself into the shadows again as the guards passed by. The stables were well patrolled, but since there was only two sets of guards patrolling the entire town, there were always intervals between when each set of guards came by.
As soon as the guards were out of earshot, Kiara peered through the crack that was formed by the two leaves of the door. A simple beam of wood set across the door barred this side. The other was locked with a more secure padlock.
She inserted her dagger her long thin dagger in the crack just big enough for it, thanking the architect for this small design flaw. She lifted the dagger and met resistance. She lifted again and this time used more strength. Slowly the crossbeam came free of its holdings, and clattered noisily on the floor.
Kiara opened the doors and slipped into the stable, closing the door behind her and replacing the crossbeam.
The noise had sent the horses into a frightened frenzy. They neighed and pawed at the floor nervously. Kiara went to each of them holding their head and stroking them. They quieted at her touch, for she often came to the stables and the horses were used to her.
She heard the guard had returned, and they were arguing about something. And, Kiara noticed, they had come back much quicker than it took to do the rounds normally.
"I tell you there was someone here," said the first one. "I heard him, and I heard the horses."
"And I say you're hearing things," argued the other. "Listen! Look! There is nothing here now and the door is still locked."
Kiara heard rather than saw one of them pressing up against the door to peer in. She flattened herself against the door out of his line of sight.
"Do you see anyone?" asked the skeptic guard.
"No," replied the other. "But my vision is very limited in this crack. Can we not just open the doors and take a peek in."
Kiara could feel the other guard getting exasperated. "Fine," he said tersely. "We will look quickly. We will not search the stables."
They left the door and circled around to the building to the door that opened form the outside.
Kiara had to hide. She tiptoed over to one of the horses and gave him a good slap. Kiara hated hurting animals, especially horses, but it was necessary. The noisy neighing of the frightened animal would cover up the noise of the creaky wooden stalls as she climbed into her horse's stall.
She paused to look into the amber eyes of her horse, Raefal, as black as a starless sky. An understanding was met between horse and rider, and Kiara ducked behind the door of the stall.
"Did you hear that?" asked the suspicious guard in a tense tone.
"Yes," said the other, rolling his eyes. "But horse neigh a lot, and it does not mean that it was provoked by someone."
The lock clicked and the door opened. One of the guards came in holding a lantern aloft. Kiara heard footsteps in the direction of the horse she had slapped.
"Ow!" he cried. "He bit me." His companion sniggered and Kiara had to keep herself from doing the same. She had slapped a particularly bad tempered horse.
"Hurry up and check the other stalls," grumbled the second guard impatiently.
Slowly the light came towards Raefal's stall. Kiara kept herself against the door of the stall, drawing the black cloak closer about her.
The guard held up the light as he reached her stall. He was about to move on when he stopped.
"What" he muttered frowning as he looked harder into the half gloom. Kiara peered out from under her hood towards the light. She gasped. Her saddlebags were in the stall at the back, quite visible.
"I see saddlebags," called the guard in the stable to the one outside. "And I thought I heard someone."
He approached the stall to get a better view of the saddlebags. Raefal snapped. The guard pulled back. "Ha! Not this time you cheeky horse," he said.
"Hurry up and finish the job," called the other guard from outside.
"I'm sure I heard someone and there are saddlebags in this stall."
With a sigh the outside guard came in. "Let's have a look," he said, beckoning his companion to give him the lantern. "Saddlebags in a horse's stall. Very out of the ordinary," he drawled sarcastically. Kiara heard him slap the suspicious guard.
"How would you explain the gasp I heard," countered the other.
"It might have just been a horse," he told him. "Horses make noise too." As if to prove him point, Raefal snorted, emitting a sound similar to Kiara's gasp. Kiara smirked, reminding herself to give Raefal a carrot before they left. "And those saddlebags look like Kiara's. This is Raefal, her horse. She is probably simply going out tomorrow. Come. Let's return to our post where we should be."
The other followed reluctantly, glancing apprehensively back at the stall. Kiara sighed in relief as she heard the door close and lock. She stood up and patted Raefal. He snorted and nudged her back.
Kiara saddled up and led him out of his stall by his reins. Once out of the cramped space, she strapped on her saddlebags and weapons (a sword and a long bow). She went over to the door and lifted the cross bar and set it down quietly and peeked out.
Guards were coming down the street. She drew her head back in and waited for them to pass. Then she opened the door widely and led Raefal into the night. She shut the door behind her as best she could; it would not close properly as she could not replace the crossbeam, but there was nothing to be done for that.
Kiara turned away from the doors to her awaiting horse. She mounted and rode swiftly towards the town gates.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
"Hail!" cried one of the guards at the gate, as Kiara approached. Normally it would not have been difficult or suspicious to leave the city, but at three and a half hours past midnight on a dark horse, openly carrying weapons, he had right to be suspicious. "Halt!"
Kiara stopped and looked up to the wall where the guards were standing watch, but she did not speak. A mistake would have been revealing her voice, because it would have immediately been recognized as a woman's.
"Who are you? Where are you going?" he asked.
Kiara was forced to reply. "I am a messenger of the king," she cried in the best imitation of a male voice she could muster. "I must leave."
"What message do you deliver?" he called back. His voice was no longer suspicious, but rather just curious.
Kiara hesitated, debating a good fake message to have delivered. "A great host of Dunlanders were spotted."
"How great?" Now there was a touch of anxiety in his voice.
"Little over five hundred," she replied. "It is not too great a threat for the Rohirrim, but some were headed in this direction so it was deemed that you should be warned. And so you have been. I have spoken to your lord. He knows.
"But know I must hasten away."
"Will you not stay the night? The hour is late. Could you not leave in the morning?"
Kiara cursed his polity generosity. "All haste is needed," she cried back. "There are more villages to warn and I must hasten back to my lord in the house of Meduseld."
The guard accepted this, and descended the steps to open the gates.
"Is that not Kiara's horse?" he asked.
This question surprised her. She had definitely not expected it. She looked down at Raefal's black mane and stroked, contemplating her lie. "Yes Encali is very similar to one of the horses in the west stable, but I assured you he is my own," she said finally.
The guard frowned, but accepted this reluctantly. She was thankful that either he hadn't noticed her sword and saddlebags or had simply failed to recognize the similarity between her own sword and the messenger's.
"Farewell.." He awaited her name.
"Arden." Another lie without planning.
"Farewell Arden," he cried.
"Farewell Jer -." She stopped herself, suddenly remembering that she wasn't supposed to know his name.
"Jernas," he called in a slightly confused voice.
"Farewell Jernas. May it be that you will not see battle."
Then she turned Raefal north on the road and rode off towards Edoras, never to return.
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A/N: You don't get a good author notes at the end this time. It's all in the beginning. Just review as always!!!!!!!!
Namarie
A/N: So yah another chapter. Yeah. Soooo much schoolwork. It's gonna be hard keeping up by I will keep updating. Plus for English I have to write an original fic (yeah compulsory writing) so that will keep me pretty busy, but I will write my other stories in all the spare time I have. At first my friend told me it had to be only 4 pages and I was like NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!, then she said that 4 pages was minimum and 10 pages was more like it and I was like 10 pages yah right muhahahahaha!!!!!
I may have mentioned Eomer in my first chapter. That's because I was orignally gonna use Eomer and post lotr, but then I decided the story would be better with King Fengel (it'll make more sense later, I assure you). So yah, Eomer is not supposed to be there. You can ignore that reference.
Again names in this chapter are not Rohan name (there are no name generators for Rohan names and nothing really good in the books for their names (that I have read yet. I have read the entire trilogy twice times yet have still failed to read the appendixes. I will do that soon). And the names aren't really relevant either so it doesn't matter.
I suppose no one wants to hear about my LOTR dream where I got hit by an arrow shot by Amy Lee fron Evanescence. I woke up before I actually died.
Guess nothing else interesting has been going on that is of general interest. I saw a trailer for ROTK. I must see it. NOW. I hate my friend for sending it to me cuz I still have to wait another three months. NOOOOOO!!!!!!!
And now the chapter! R&R!!
Chapter 3
Realization of her crime suddenly struck Kiara. Fear began rising in her chest. She grabbed her dagger from Barthor's limp hand, and cut the bonds around him to make her slightly less obvious. It was a very bad cover up.
She fled out of the room, down the stairs and out onto the streets. They were silent and deserted, just as they had been an hour before, just as they should be at this time of night.
Kiara headed to the stables taking all the back alleyways possible to avoid any encounters with the guards.
The stables were locked but this she had expected. She threw herself into the shadows again as the guards passed by. The stables were well patrolled, but since there was only two sets of guards patrolling the entire town, there were always intervals between when each set of guards came by.
As soon as the guards were out of earshot, Kiara peered through the crack that was formed by the two leaves of the door. A simple beam of wood set across the door barred this side. The other was locked with a more secure padlock.
She inserted her dagger her long thin dagger in the crack just big enough for it, thanking the architect for this small design flaw. She lifted the dagger and met resistance. She lifted again and this time used more strength. Slowly the crossbeam came free of its holdings, and clattered noisily on the floor.
Kiara opened the doors and slipped into the stable, closing the door behind her and replacing the crossbeam.
The noise had sent the horses into a frightened frenzy. They neighed and pawed at the floor nervously. Kiara went to each of them holding their head and stroking them. They quieted at her touch, for she often came to the stables and the horses were used to her.
She heard the guard had returned, and they were arguing about something. And, Kiara noticed, they had come back much quicker than it took to do the rounds normally.
"I tell you there was someone here," said the first one. "I heard him, and I heard the horses."
"And I say you're hearing things," argued the other. "Listen! Look! There is nothing here now and the door is still locked."
Kiara heard rather than saw one of them pressing up against the door to peer in. She flattened herself against the door out of his line of sight.
"Do you see anyone?" asked the skeptic guard.
"No," replied the other. "But my vision is very limited in this crack. Can we not just open the doors and take a peek in."
Kiara could feel the other guard getting exasperated. "Fine," he said tersely. "We will look quickly. We will not search the stables."
They left the door and circled around to the building to the door that opened form the outside.
Kiara had to hide. She tiptoed over to one of the horses and gave him a good slap. Kiara hated hurting animals, especially horses, but it was necessary. The noisy neighing of the frightened animal would cover up the noise of the creaky wooden stalls as she climbed into her horse's stall.
She paused to look into the amber eyes of her horse, Raefal, as black as a starless sky. An understanding was met between horse and rider, and Kiara ducked behind the door of the stall.
"Did you hear that?" asked the suspicious guard in a tense tone.
"Yes," said the other, rolling his eyes. "But horse neigh a lot, and it does not mean that it was provoked by someone."
The lock clicked and the door opened. One of the guards came in holding a lantern aloft. Kiara heard footsteps in the direction of the horse she had slapped.
"Ow!" he cried. "He bit me." His companion sniggered and Kiara had to keep herself from doing the same. She had slapped a particularly bad tempered horse.
"Hurry up and check the other stalls," grumbled the second guard impatiently.
Slowly the light came towards Raefal's stall. Kiara kept herself against the door of the stall, drawing the black cloak closer about her.
The guard held up the light as he reached her stall. He was about to move on when he stopped.
"What" he muttered frowning as he looked harder into the half gloom. Kiara peered out from under her hood towards the light. She gasped. Her saddlebags were in the stall at the back, quite visible.
"I see saddlebags," called the guard in the stable to the one outside. "And I thought I heard someone."
He approached the stall to get a better view of the saddlebags. Raefal snapped. The guard pulled back. "Ha! Not this time you cheeky horse," he said.
"Hurry up and finish the job," called the other guard from outside.
"I'm sure I heard someone and there are saddlebags in this stall."
With a sigh the outside guard came in. "Let's have a look," he said, beckoning his companion to give him the lantern. "Saddlebags in a horse's stall. Very out of the ordinary," he drawled sarcastically. Kiara heard him slap the suspicious guard.
"How would you explain the gasp I heard," countered the other.
"It might have just been a horse," he told him. "Horses make noise too." As if to prove him point, Raefal snorted, emitting a sound similar to Kiara's gasp. Kiara smirked, reminding herself to give Raefal a carrot before they left. "And those saddlebags look like Kiara's. This is Raefal, her horse. She is probably simply going out tomorrow. Come. Let's return to our post where we should be."
The other followed reluctantly, glancing apprehensively back at the stall. Kiara sighed in relief as she heard the door close and lock. She stood up and patted Raefal. He snorted and nudged her back.
Kiara saddled up and led him out of his stall by his reins. Once out of the cramped space, she strapped on her saddlebags and weapons (a sword and a long bow). She went over to the door and lifted the cross bar and set it down quietly and peeked out.
Guards were coming down the street. She drew her head back in and waited for them to pass. Then she opened the door widely and led Raefal into the night. She shut the door behind her as best she could; it would not close properly as she could not replace the crossbeam, but there was nothing to be done for that.
Kiara turned away from the doors to her awaiting horse. She mounted and rode swiftly towards the town gates.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
"Hail!" cried one of the guards at the gate, as Kiara approached. Normally it would not have been difficult or suspicious to leave the city, but at three and a half hours past midnight on a dark horse, openly carrying weapons, he had right to be suspicious. "Halt!"
Kiara stopped and looked up to the wall where the guards were standing watch, but she did not speak. A mistake would have been revealing her voice, because it would have immediately been recognized as a woman's.
"Who are you? Where are you going?" he asked.
Kiara was forced to reply. "I am a messenger of the king," she cried in the best imitation of a male voice she could muster. "I must leave."
"What message do you deliver?" he called back. His voice was no longer suspicious, but rather just curious.
Kiara hesitated, debating a good fake message to have delivered. "A great host of Dunlanders were spotted."
"How great?" Now there was a touch of anxiety in his voice.
"Little over five hundred," she replied. "It is not too great a threat for the Rohirrim, but some were headed in this direction so it was deemed that you should be warned. And so you have been. I have spoken to your lord. He knows.
"But know I must hasten away."
"Will you not stay the night? The hour is late. Could you not leave in the morning?"
Kiara cursed his polity generosity. "All haste is needed," she cried back. "There are more villages to warn and I must hasten back to my lord in the house of Meduseld."
The guard accepted this, and descended the steps to open the gates.
"Is that not Kiara's horse?" he asked.
This question surprised her. She had definitely not expected it. She looked down at Raefal's black mane and stroked, contemplating her lie. "Yes Encali is very similar to one of the horses in the west stable, but I assured you he is my own," she said finally.
The guard frowned, but accepted this reluctantly. She was thankful that either he hadn't noticed her sword and saddlebags or had simply failed to recognize the similarity between her own sword and the messenger's.
"Farewell.." He awaited her name.
"Arden." Another lie without planning.
"Farewell Arden," he cried.
"Farewell Jer -." She stopped herself, suddenly remembering that she wasn't supposed to know his name.
"Jernas," he called in a slightly confused voice.
"Farewell Jernas. May it be that you will not see battle."
Then she turned Raefal north on the road and rode off towards Edoras, never to return.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
A/N: You don't get a good author notes at the end this time. It's all in the beginning. Just review as always!!!!!!!!
Namarie