Ch.6- Differences
In Rohan:
"Who are you," Harry asked. "Where am I? Where's Hermione?" Eomer sighed. He pulled up a chair an sat.
"I'll answer your questions, but first, please sit down," he said, indicating the chair across from his own chair. Harry pulled himself up, off the ground, and sat in the chair.
"In answer to your first question, I am Eomer, King of Rohan. You are in Edoras, the city of Rohan," Eomer said, and cleared his throat. "Aranel, Hermione as you call her, she came a month ago. When she arrived she lost all of her memory. An elf called Legolas and a man, Aragorn, found her unconcious in Rohan. They took her to Elrond of Rivendale, the leader of the Rivendale elves. He healed her for the most part, but he could not bring back her memory. While she was unconcious, Legolas, who is the Prince of Mirkwood, fell in love with her." Harry's eyes flashed dangerously and a scowl came upon his face. He did not like where this was headed. Eomer continued.
"When she regained her conciousness she could not remember who she was or how she got here. Aragorn gave her the name Aranel, meaning princess in elvish. She then met Legolas, and she fell in love with him." Harry's jaw was set, as if he were doing everything within his power to not jinx Eomer.
"She could not remember you, and when she saw her ring on her ring finger, she took it off. She could not remember the love she had for you. Aragorn, Legolas, and Aranel, that is to say Hermione, came here. Gandalf, the white wizard, found out who she was, and how she got here. She was given the choice to stay or to go back to her old world. She chose to stay, for her heart was Legolas's now.
Then, yesterday Remus came from your world, and while he could remember people from his old world and his name, he could not remember why he was here, either. Aranel remembered him upon sight, and then she remembered Dumbledore, Gandalf's brother, and then she remembered you. She did not want to-" Harry's eyebrows raised and he opened his mouth to speak, but Eomer put a hand up "-because she would she would still remember Legolas when her memory came back to it's fullest extent, and then she would have to choose between you and him." Eomer cleared his throat once more.
"Would you like to see her," he asked. Harry nodded.
"Yes, let me go to her," he said and got up. Eomer stood up, and moved in the way between the door and Harry. He was both older and taller than Harry, and was found, by many, very intimidating.
"I will bring her heree," Eomer said in a tone that told Harry that the conversation was over. "Sit," he ordered, and Harry, with one more defient look at Eomer, sat back in his chair.
Eomer left and came back with Aranel, who, today, was dressed in a dark grey gown and her hair was done in loose curls that cascaded down her head and fell over the grey material. When Harry saw her he got to his feet, but sustained himself as to not run to her and hug and kiss her. Aranel saw Harry and at once rememberence rushed through her. The love she had for him filled her again.
"Harry!" she exclaimed, and ran to hug him. Eowy came in followed by Legolas, looking crestfallen. Eomer got more chairs and they all sat. Harry looked around and caught the eyes of the elf. He glared at him and the elf looked away. Eowyn saw this and cleared her throat.
"Harry," she said cautiously. Harry looked at her. "Can you tell us what happened? Why Aranel and Remus lost thier memories and you didn't?"
"Well, I don't know why they lost their memories, but I do know what happened. Hermione and I were helping our best friends clean out thier library and Hermione came across a book she had read before. She opened the book to the first page and was drawn into it. Lupin, his first name is Remus, read the book, because you have to read it first to be drawn into it. When he opened the book to the first page, he, too, was drawn into the book. He went to find Hermione and try to bring her back. Now, I come to try to find her and Lupin, but I find I have another to compete with for her love," Harry said, acidly, giving Legolas another glare. Legolas, getting annoyed, stood up and unsheathed his sword. Harry, too, stood up and took out his wand. They stood, glaring at one another, until Eomer got up and stood between them. He faced the elf.
"Legolas," he said, his voice carrying. "Sit! He needs to understand the circumstances." Legolas sheathed his sword, and sat. Aranel, who was sitting next to him, took his hand. Harry glared at the pair of them, put his wand away, and then sat. He could not believe what he was seeing. Why had he not lost his memory when both Hermione and Lupin had? Eomer sat down again.
"Gandalf will explain everything," he said, answering Harry's unasked question. "He has gone back to your world to get his brother." Harry, who had been glaring at Legolas, who was trying to avoid Harry's gaze, turned to look at Eomer.
"Who's Gandalf's brother? Surely, you don't mean Dumbledore?" Eomer nodded.
"Yes, Harry, that is exactly who I mean. Dumbledore is Gandalf's twin, younger by a minute. They should arrive sometime tomorrow." Harry turned his attention back to Aranel and Legolas, and had done so at exactly the wrong moment. Aranel had given Legolas a kiss, and Legolas had given her one in return. Once again he stood up, but this time he forced himself not to use his wand.
"IF YOU HAVE ALREADY CHOSEN HIM, HERMIONE, THEN WHY DID I EVEN COME TO FIND YOU IN THE FIRST PLACE?" Aranel winced as he yelled at her, tears forming in her eyes. She, too, jumped up.
"I'm sorry, H-Harry. I h-have not chosen e-either of you, yet. I c-cannot choose. I-it will take time with both of you to choose which of you I will stay with," Aranel sobbed, and with that she ran out of the room. Legolas started to follow her out at the same time Harry did. Legolas put an arm out to stop Harry.
"Let's put our differences aside. We both, obviously, love her, and sooner or later she will choose one of us. While I want it to be me, she may very well choose you. I just want to see her happy, We need to try to get along. She will choose when she is ready," Legolas said, and stuck his hand out for Harry to shake. "Are we agreed?" Harry nodded, taking the hand, and they shook on it. Together they went to find Aranel. To comfort her.
In Rohan:
"Who are you," Harry asked. "Where am I? Where's Hermione?" Eomer sighed. He pulled up a chair an sat.
"I'll answer your questions, but first, please sit down," he said, indicating the chair across from his own chair. Harry pulled himself up, off the ground, and sat in the chair.
"In answer to your first question, I am Eomer, King of Rohan. You are in Edoras, the city of Rohan," Eomer said, and cleared his throat. "Aranel, Hermione as you call her, she came a month ago. When she arrived she lost all of her memory. An elf called Legolas and a man, Aragorn, found her unconcious in Rohan. They took her to Elrond of Rivendale, the leader of the Rivendale elves. He healed her for the most part, but he could not bring back her memory. While she was unconcious, Legolas, who is the Prince of Mirkwood, fell in love with her." Harry's eyes flashed dangerously and a scowl came upon his face. He did not like where this was headed. Eomer continued.
"When she regained her conciousness she could not remember who she was or how she got here. Aragorn gave her the name Aranel, meaning princess in elvish. She then met Legolas, and she fell in love with him." Harry's jaw was set, as if he were doing everything within his power to not jinx Eomer.
"She could not remember you, and when she saw her ring on her ring finger, she took it off. She could not remember the love she had for you. Aragorn, Legolas, and Aranel, that is to say Hermione, came here. Gandalf, the white wizard, found out who she was, and how she got here. She was given the choice to stay or to go back to her old world. She chose to stay, for her heart was Legolas's now.
Then, yesterday Remus came from your world, and while he could remember people from his old world and his name, he could not remember why he was here, either. Aranel remembered him upon sight, and then she remembered Dumbledore, Gandalf's brother, and then she remembered you. She did not want to-" Harry's eyebrows raised and he opened his mouth to speak, but Eomer put a hand up "-because she would she would still remember Legolas when her memory came back to it's fullest extent, and then she would have to choose between you and him." Eomer cleared his throat once more.
"Would you like to see her," he asked. Harry nodded.
"Yes, let me go to her," he said and got up. Eomer stood up, and moved in the way between the door and Harry. He was both older and taller than Harry, and was found, by many, very intimidating.
"I will bring her heree," Eomer said in a tone that told Harry that the conversation was over. "Sit," he ordered, and Harry, with one more defient look at Eomer, sat back in his chair.
Eomer left and came back with Aranel, who, today, was dressed in a dark grey gown and her hair was done in loose curls that cascaded down her head and fell over the grey material. When Harry saw her he got to his feet, but sustained himself as to not run to her and hug and kiss her. Aranel saw Harry and at once rememberence rushed through her. The love she had for him filled her again.
"Harry!" she exclaimed, and ran to hug him. Eowy came in followed by Legolas, looking crestfallen. Eomer got more chairs and they all sat. Harry looked around and caught the eyes of the elf. He glared at him and the elf looked away. Eowyn saw this and cleared her throat.
"Harry," she said cautiously. Harry looked at her. "Can you tell us what happened? Why Aranel and Remus lost thier memories and you didn't?"
"Well, I don't know why they lost their memories, but I do know what happened. Hermione and I were helping our best friends clean out thier library and Hermione came across a book she had read before. She opened the book to the first page and was drawn into it. Lupin, his first name is Remus, read the book, because you have to read it first to be drawn into it. When he opened the book to the first page, he, too, was drawn into the book. He went to find Hermione and try to bring her back. Now, I come to try to find her and Lupin, but I find I have another to compete with for her love," Harry said, acidly, giving Legolas another glare. Legolas, getting annoyed, stood up and unsheathed his sword. Harry, too, stood up and took out his wand. They stood, glaring at one another, until Eomer got up and stood between them. He faced the elf.
"Legolas," he said, his voice carrying. "Sit! He needs to understand the circumstances." Legolas sheathed his sword, and sat. Aranel, who was sitting next to him, took his hand. Harry glared at the pair of them, put his wand away, and then sat. He could not believe what he was seeing. Why had he not lost his memory when both Hermione and Lupin had? Eomer sat down again.
"Gandalf will explain everything," he said, answering Harry's unasked question. "He has gone back to your world to get his brother." Harry, who had been glaring at Legolas, who was trying to avoid Harry's gaze, turned to look at Eomer.
"Who's Gandalf's brother? Surely, you don't mean Dumbledore?" Eomer nodded.
"Yes, Harry, that is exactly who I mean. Dumbledore is Gandalf's twin, younger by a minute. They should arrive sometime tomorrow." Harry turned his attention back to Aranel and Legolas, and had done so at exactly the wrong moment. Aranel had given Legolas a kiss, and Legolas had given her one in return. Once again he stood up, but this time he forced himself not to use his wand.
"IF YOU HAVE ALREADY CHOSEN HIM, HERMIONE, THEN WHY DID I EVEN COME TO FIND YOU IN THE FIRST PLACE?" Aranel winced as he yelled at her, tears forming in her eyes. She, too, jumped up.
"I'm sorry, H-Harry. I h-have not chosen e-either of you, yet. I c-cannot choose. I-it will take time with both of you to choose which of you I will stay with," Aranel sobbed, and with that she ran out of the room. Legolas started to follow her out at the same time Harry did. Legolas put an arm out to stop Harry.
"Let's put our differences aside. We both, obviously, love her, and sooner or later she will choose one of us. While I want it to be me, she may very well choose you. I just want to see her happy, We need to try to get along. She will choose when she is ready," Legolas said, and stuck his hand out for Harry to shake. "Are we agreed?" Harry nodded, taking the hand, and they shook on it. Together they went to find Aranel. To comfort her.