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******** Chapter 22- I have no idea what's going on anymore ********
"Oooo, look! Big buildings in the middle of nowhere!" Nuavar squealed as the small portion of the personship approached the palace-y building of Rohan. Everyone had a horse to themselves, except for Gimli and Legolas, who were sharing again. Aragorn was riding ahead with Éomer, leaving the two elven maidens feeling very left out, so they simultaneously decided that they would annoy the two stuck-up men as much as possible. They rode up to the front of the convoy.
"Hey, you two, what's going on?" Arwen asked casually, batting her eyelashes at Aragorn, who blinked.
"Men talk," Éomer grunted curtly. Nuavar's mouth dropped open.
"Excuse me?!? Do you KNOW who I am?" she exclaimed. Arwen noticed her friend reaching for a hidden blade and decided to step in.
"Of course he does, Nuavariel," she said calmly, "Éomer, this is Nuavar, your betrothed future wife." The satisfaction to be had from the look on Eomer's face was priceless. As was the one on Nuavar's.
"Arwen, what are you DOING?" she hissed. Arwen tossed the taller elf a look that said, 'shut up and let me do the talking.'
"It is customary where we come from that the brides stay at their future husband's sides at all times until the marriage," Arwen continued with a huge inner grin.
"What about you? Who is your betrothed?" Éomer asked Arwen, who hesitated for a moment before answering.
"Why, Aragorn is. I thought you knew?" she asked sweetly. Nuavar choked on her laughter when she saw Aragorn's eyes bulge.
"No...I can't say I knew that piece of information," Éomer said slowly. The men were helpless as the women maneuvered their horses in between them. For the rest of the ride to the main palace hall thingie of Rohan, Éomer and Aragorn were extremely uncomfortable, shooting each other looks as everyone was confused about Arwen's sudden story.
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"Wow, we're finally in Rohan!" Nuavar blew out her breath as their horses were taken away by stable hands. Eomer gallantly tried to escape the women, with Aragorn hot on his tail, but the two human teenagers/Elven ladies were sneaky. Nuavar entwined her pale arm with Éomer's muscled, tanned one, and Arwen copied her gesture with Aragorn. The ranger rolled his eyes, because by now he had caught on to the women's scheme to get back at Éomer for the 'men talk' comment.
"My fair beautiful betrothed," he began, his voice dripping with sweetness, "how fares thee on this tiring day of traveling?" Erica blinked and her jaw dropped open before she shed her teenager self and became well and truly Arweniel.
"I am so tired, my dear Aragorn, I fear I might swoon!" Aragorn frowned; he'd no doubt thought to have a bit of fun with her, but this was quickly becoming a test between actors of equal ability.
Meanwhile, Éomer was shooting helpless glances at anyone who would see: Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli, and even passers-by on the street as he was led inexorably after Aragorn and Arweniel, up the stairs and into his father's palace-like building.
"Éomer, that is a handsome name," Nuavar was preening, "do you make love as well as you ride?"
Éomer's eyes bulged out of their sockets, and Erica, who'd overheard, collapsed on the ground, shrieking with laughter. It seemed their façade was over when Éowyn appeared in front of them, hands on hips.
"What is going on out here? Éomer, get your...guests inside quickly. Father awaits your presence!" she spun and stalked off into the building, her blond hair billowing out behind her.
"Who was that?" Aragorn asked, more than a little awe and admiration in his tone. Arwen slapped him lightly, to bring him back to the present.
"That was Éowyn, daughter of King Theoden. Éomer's sister. Duh."
"How do you know?" the Ranger asked, eyeing her suspiciously. Arwen paled, and stammered out an answer.
"I...uhh, well, you see...I studied with the Rohirrim a few years ago. I know about Theoden's children," was the lame lie she came up with. Nuavar was too busy chuckling with Legolas and Gimli to realize the trouble they were in. Éomer, on the other hand, was curious.
"Oh? Then my father should be glad to see you again. Valar knows, he needs something to lift his spirits. He has been acting strange lately, so much so that I don't even know whether or not he will realize my presence here, after I've bee banished."
"I-I don't...really think he'll remember me, or Nuavar," Arwen said quickly. "As a matter of fact, I only saw him once, from a distance."
"Oh." Éomer's face fell. "Very well, then." He brightened again. "You must stay for dinner, though." When Nuavar seemed to be considering the offer, Legolas-with a punch in the ribs-stepped up beside her.
"We would be glad to accept your offer, Éomer," he said with a sickly sweet smile, entwining his arm with Nuavar's. The elf, who was really a smitten teenager with a Matt Complex (she liked him and hated him at the same time), looked from the arm to the extremely good-looking elf in amazement, then gulped and grinned like a stupid person.
"Yes," she said dreamily, "we would love to come." Erica noticed how she emphasized the 'we', and smiled to herself as she kept a tight hold on Aragorn's arm. The ruggedly good-looking man for her, the hot blonde elf for her friend. This was working out great! She only paused for a moment to wonder how the others were doing.
'Uh oh!' she thought with a start. 'We should be hurrying to rescue Kristen, Pam, and the hobbits from the orcs!'
Then, with merely a moment's hesitation-dinner with Aragorn or an exhausting trek through the countryside?-she completely forgot about their original mission.
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A/N: There we go. Hope you liked, and for more information on a Matt Complex, contact morgaine, who has had two. *smiles evilly at co-author*
******** Chapter 22- I have no idea what's going on anymore ********
"Oooo, look! Big buildings in the middle of nowhere!" Nuavar squealed as the small portion of the personship approached the palace-y building of Rohan. Everyone had a horse to themselves, except for Gimli and Legolas, who were sharing again. Aragorn was riding ahead with Éomer, leaving the two elven maidens feeling very left out, so they simultaneously decided that they would annoy the two stuck-up men as much as possible. They rode up to the front of the convoy.
"Hey, you two, what's going on?" Arwen asked casually, batting her eyelashes at Aragorn, who blinked.
"Men talk," Éomer grunted curtly. Nuavar's mouth dropped open.
"Excuse me?!? Do you KNOW who I am?" she exclaimed. Arwen noticed her friend reaching for a hidden blade and decided to step in.
"Of course he does, Nuavariel," she said calmly, "Éomer, this is Nuavar, your betrothed future wife." The satisfaction to be had from the look on Eomer's face was priceless. As was the one on Nuavar's.
"Arwen, what are you DOING?" she hissed. Arwen tossed the taller elf a look that said, 'shut up and let me do the talking.'
"It is customary where we come from that the brides stay at their future husband's sides at all times until the marriage," Arwen continued with a huge inner grin.
"What about you? Who is your betrothed?" Éomer asked Arwen, who hesitated for a moment before answering.
"Why, Aragorn is. I thought you knew?" she asked sweetly. Nuavar choked on her laughter when she saw Aragorn's eyes bulge.
"No...I can't say I knew that piece of information," Éomer said slowly. The men were helpless as the women maneuvered their horses in between them. For the rest of the ride to the main palace hall thingie of Rohan, Éomer and Aragorn were extremely uncomfortable, shooting each other looks as everyone was confused about Arwen's sudden story.
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"Wow, we're finally in Rohan!" Nuavar blew out her breath as their horses were taken away by stable hands. Eomer gallantly tried to escape the women, with Aragorn hot on his tail, but the two human teenagers/Elven ladies were sneaky. Nuavar entwined her pale arm with Éomer's muscled, tanned one, and Arwen copied her gesture with Aragorn. The ranger rolled his eyes, because by now he had caught on to the women's scheme to get back at Éomer for the 'men talk' comment.
"My fair beautiful betrothed," he began, his voice dripping with sweetness, "how fares thee on this tiring day of traveling?" Erica blinked and her jaw dropped open before she shed her teenager self and became well and truly Arweniel.
"I am so tired, my dear Aragorn, I fear I might swoon!" Aragorn frowned; he'd no doubt thought to have a bit of fun with her, but this was quickly becoming a test between actors of equal ability.
Meanwhile, Éomer was shooting helpless glances at anyone who would see: Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli, and even passers-by on the street as he was led inexorably after Aragorn and Arweniel, up the stairs and into his father's palace-like building.
"Éomer, that is a handsome name," Nuavar was preening, "do you make love as well as you ride?"
Éomer's eyes bulged out of their sockets, and Erica, who'd overheard, collapsed on the ground, shrieking with laughter. It seemed their façade was over when Éowyn appeared in front of them, hands on hips.
"What is going on out here? Éomer, get your...guests inside quickly. Father awaits your presence!" she spun and stalked off into the building, her blond hair billowing out behind her.
"Who was that?" Aragorn asked, more than a little awe and admiration in his tone. Arwen slapped him lightly, to bring him back to the present.
"That was Éowyn, daughter of King Theoden. Éomer's sister. Duh."
"How do you know?" the Ranger asked, eyeing her suspiciously. Arwen paled, and stammered out an answer.
"I...uhh, well, you see...I studied with the Rohirrim a few years ago. I know about Theoden's children," was the lame lie she came up with. Nuavar was too busy chuckling with Legolas and Gimli to realize the trouble they were in. Éomer, on the other hand, was curious.
"Oh? Then my father should be glad to see you again. Valar knows, he needs something to lift his spirits. He has been acting strange lately, so much so that I don't even know whether or not he will realize my presence here, after I've bee banished."
"I-I don't...really think he'll remember me, or Nuavar," Arwen said quickly. "As a matter of fact, I only saw him once, from a distance."
"Oh." Éomer's face fell. "Very well, then." He brightened again. "You must stay for dinner, though." When Nuavar seemed to be considering the offer, Legolas-with a punch in the ribs-stepped up beside her.
"We would be glad to accept your offer, Éomer," he said with a sickly sweet smile, entwining his arm with Nuavar's. The elf, who was really a smitten teenager with a Matt Complex (she liked him and hated him at the same time), looked from the arm to the extremely good-looking elf in amazement, then gulped and grinned like a stupid person.
"Yes," she said dreamily, "we would love to come." Erica noticed how she emphasized the 'we', and smiled to herself as she kept a tight hold on Aragorn's arm. The ruggedly good-looking man for her, the hot blonde elf for her friend. This was working out great! She only paused for a moment to wonder how the others were doing.
'Uh oh!' she thought with a start. 'We should be hurrying to rescue Kristen, Pam, and the hobbits from the orcs!'
Then, with merely a moment's hesitation-dinner with Aragorn or an exhausting trek through the countryside?-she completely forgot about their original mission.
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A/N: There we go. Hope you liked, and for more information on a Matt Complex, contact morgaine, who has had two. *smiles evilly at co-author*