I'm going away for a couple of weeks and won't be able to add anymore
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I guess it doesn't matter because no one reads this anyway. Merry Christmas
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Chapter 4
Meetings ```````````
She returned to the forest and had barely been there for a few minutes when she heard a blood curdling howl. She approached the edge of the forest cautiously and suddenly heard another bone chilling howl, and then fighting and screaming. She hurried to the edge of the forest, and saw a battle taking place.
She recognised the men on horse back from her books. They were the horsemen of Rohan, but the other creatures Litavia had never before seen. They resembled an Orc, but were much bigger and more skilled in fighting. She whistled for Veriann who had returned to the forest and rode out, her cloak well wrapped around her, and was almost speared by a horse man.
"Do not fear horseman," she said in her cloaked voice, grabbing the spear one flung at her. "I am here to help." She drew a sword and slashed at a nearby creature. She caught a creature's spear and flung it back at the owner, piercing it through the throat. Then she noticed something small crawl away from a dead creature.
It was a little Hobbit; it looked scared and was crawling away as fast as possible. She rode after it as it was about to be trampled by a horse. She leant off the side of Veriann and caught the Hobbit by its cloak and swung it over Veriann. It shouted but Litavia slipped her cloak down slightly to unmask her voice.
"It's alright little Hobbit, I will help you escape these horrors," she said softly.
"My friend, Merry! He's somewhere!" it squealed. Litavia looked around on the ground as she fought off creatures trying to recapture the little Hobbit. And then she saw the second Hobbit, trying to run from a particularly ugly creature. She rode after it, Veriann snorting angrily. She drew both swords and swung them down, slicing away the creatures head.
The little Hobbit kept running, fearing Litavia and her black mare. Litavia reached down and grabbed it by the scruff of its shirt. It struggled until its friend called out to him. She rode back into the forest, fighting the creatures the whole way. She dropped them onto a log a little way in the forest.
"Run through the forest, and if you should meet a creature, mention only the name Litavia, and all should be well, as long as you don't meet the wrong Ent," she said taking her hood back and smiling before pulling it back up and riding back out.
The battle had ended and the horsemen were now putting the bodies into a pile, preparing to burn them. She told Veriann to ride away until she was needed. She took the piece of wood off her back and slid down the hill hurriedly. She rode down the hill this way for several hours, and then the sun rose, red. She remembered a saying Gandalf had once told her.
"As the Elves believe, should the sun rise red, blood has been spilt that night." She walked up another hill and then jumped back onto the wood and slid down this hill. She thought she had heard people walking but she couldn't see anyone. So she presumed maybe the wind was playing tricks on her ears.
That is until someone tripped her over and caused her to roll down the hill. She heard someone yell before falling down the hill. She heard footsteps running after her. Then someone was pointing an arrow at her. She looked up to see a blonde haired elf. He resembled the Elf King Thranduil she had saved so many years ago, but he looked much younger. Suddenly, she saw a man grab for her. She rolled back and stood up quickly to avoid his grasping hand.
"What is the meaning of this?" she demanded in Elvish as a small dwarf appeared by their side, panting. The elves eyes widened.
"You're an Elf?" he asked in surprise.
"No, but I am hoping I am also not what you're hoping I am if it means being shot by arrow and slaughtered by sword," she replied in her echoing voice. The Elf lowered his bow.
"Who are you?" he asked.
"I could ask you the same but I will not. What might a Dwarf, an Elf and a Man be doing in the presence of each other?" she replied. The three wore cloaks held by a green leaf pin detailed in gold, the same as the two Hobbits at the mountains surrounding Mordor.
"We are looking for two Hobbits," the Man replied. "Have you seen them, they might be mere children in your eyes."
"I met two Hobbits who were in the company of strange creatures that resemble Orcs, but fight much more fiercely and show no cowardice as the Orcs do. The Orc like creatures were slaughtered by Horsemen of Rohan." The trio's faces fell as they looked at each other. "But the two Hobbits you seek I led into the forest of Fangorn, many say terrible things of the forest, yes, but I know of the creatures of the forest who would help them all they can. I was not able to go with them, but I hope the friendlier Ents found them. I will lead you there if you wish it, but I ask you, ask not my name and all should be well." It walked away. The trio looked at each other before following.
"If you are not Elf, why do you speak Elvish?" the Man asked.
"I speak many languages," she replied in English, her voice echoing eerily. "I chose not to deploy them."
"You speak English?" the Dwarf said in surprise.
"Quite well," she replied. She picked up her piece of wood and looked back over the hill. "We must hurry. The Hobbits are moving." It picked up the pace and hurried over the hill. The Elf looked at the Man and they hurried after her.
"Hey! Wait for me, I wasn't born to run cross country," the Dwarf shouted. "We Dwarves are sprinters."
"On the contrary my friend, Dwarves are neither sprinter, nor cross country runners," she replied slightly amused at his attempts to keep up.
Litavia stopped and looked over the hill that looked down onto Fangorn, home.
"There it is, Fangorn Forest. The Horsemen killed all the creatures and burnt them," she said turning away. "I leave you here." She stepped onto her piece of wood and slid back down the hill and then sprinted out of sight when the trio looked away.
She travelled back to where she had met the strangers and then stopped on the rocky ridge. She whistled for Veriann. She waited and then heard the familiar hooves of her faithful companion. She turned to the sound of the hooves and saw her black mare appear. And then she saw something that made her stomach churn.
Veriann was being chased by the Horsemen of Rohan, when they saw Litavia in her black cloak that revealed not a feature of her face or body; they changed direction and went after her.
Veriann raced ahead of them and Litavia jumped onto her back and they rode away as fast as they could. Litavia took out her swords and fought away the speeding Horsemen. Then they came to a river and Litavia and Veriann hurried across, Litavia called upon a spell and the river speed into a raging torrent, stopping any chance the Horsemen had of getting across.
They rode away to wait for them to leave. When they re-appeared, they rode back over the river which had now returned to its normal state. They rode back to where they had run into the Horsemen and then rode on to Edoras, where she wanted to re-supply, although this would mean uncloaking herself, even if it was for a short time it could be dangerous.
When they arrived at the village gates, she noticed all the flags were down and the village was quiet. She dared not go in if the village was like this, so she went up and watched the village from a hill, where she felt strange. She shut her eyes, and saw a huge mass of creatures, the same from the night of the slaughter outside Fangorn. There had to be over ten thousand, a strange name came to her head. Urak-Hai. That was the name of these strange and powerful creatures. Her eyes shot open when she heard a twig snap behind her.
She spun around. It was a huge hound with one of these creatures on board, she blinked and the name Warg of Sarumon came to light. It was trying to sneak up behind her. She quickly fired an arrow into the bushes, she heard a howl and the huge hound came running out, she had hit it square between the eyes. She fired another and shot the Urak-Hai that rode upon it. She fired once more as the Warg reared, and shot it in the chest. The hound howled and fell. Litavia quickly climbed back up onto Veriann and they hurried back down the hill.
When they reached the bottom Litavia noticed tracks on the ground. They were of many people, villagers of Edoras no doubt, being escorted by soldiers on horseback. She looked up, she saw them down in the valley, several miles away, but she turned to look to the east and saw, to her horror, more Wargs approaching the convoy.
She pushed Veriann on urgently, and they hurried to catch up with the convoy before the Wargs did. Whenever they topped a hill Litavia would realign herself with the convoy, but the Wargs were approaching ever so quickly.
"Veriann, we cannot beat the Wargs, but we must hurry nevertheless," she said as they ran down the next hill.
When they reached the top of another she looked back out to the North. To her dismay, the Wargs were now less than a mile away, but she then noticed something that she had not noticed before, the convoy had stopped and the villagers were now turning away from the direction they had been travelling in. She also noticed the knights were gathering and preparing themselves, and then she noticed a Dwarf on horseback. It seemed the trio had beaten her to the villagers and had somehow caught wind of the attack.
"Looks like they might not need us immediately Veriann, but let us hurry," she said as she pushed Veriann forward. They hurried to the battle field and each time they topped a hill, Litavia would take a quick glance to see a battle beginning as the Elf fired the first shots at the hounds.
Soon they were nearing the hill that separated them from the battle field. Litavia took her bow from her shoulder and prepared to fire an arrow as she topped the hill. Veriann galloped over the hill and Litavia saw the Elf watching as she appeared, she fired an arrow at the nearest Warg, she hit it in the stomach and it landed heavily, crushing its Urak-Hai rider. She saw the King fighting with his sword, and the Dwarf being stuck under a rather large pile of Wargs.
Then she saw the Man being carried towards the cliff. She continued to fire arrows at attacking Wargs as she sped Veriann towards the fleeing Warg that had the Man caught by an Urak-Hai. She fired some arrows at the Warg, but could not hit it in fear she would hit the Man. She saw the Man take out a dagger and stab the rider, it fell and Veriann hurdled over it as she continued to chase the Warg. She too feared the Warg would jump off the cliff.
She raced alongside the Warg and just as it was about to leap over the edge, Litavia whipped out her sword and cut the reins that the Man's hand was entangled in. She pulled him back up the cliff and dropped him away from the cliff edge.
The Elf and Dwarf ran to see what had happened. When they saw the black figure, they couldn't believe what they saw. Litavia had cast a spell so that they would not remember her as she had sped down the hill away from Fangorn.
Their immediate thought was a Ringwraith, but such a thing would not help them. Litavia bent down to examine the Man's hand. She must have accidentally cut him while trying to free him. She walked back to Veriann, planning on healing with potion, but before she could get to her, the Elf pulled his bow on her.
"Who are you? Are you Ringwraith or friend?" he demanded. Litavia stopped and looked at him through the corner of her eye. She thought about her next actions, and then ducked below the Elf's aim, as he was moving his aim down to fire at her she knocked his bow from his hand. Then she punched him below his eye, to not risk injuring him too badly. He was still standing, so she knocked his feet out from beneath him. He fell heavily. The Dwarf made a move to attack her, but she ignored it as the King held out his arm to stop the Dwarf. She kneeled over the Elf, looking closely at his face, her sword drawn at his throat.
"A nice way to show gratitude for showing you to Fangorn Forest, and saving your friend," she said in her echoing voice. The Elf's face changed to a confused look, it could clearly remember her cloaked voice, but couldn't remember her. The spell had worked well. "I warn you not to do it again." She put the sword away and rubbed her fingers across her lips. A golden bead appeared and she rubbed it on the Elf's cut beneath his left eye. The cut disappeared and she stood up as the Elf felt his cheek. He looked at his hand in wonder.
"Who are you? And if you did help us to Fangorn Forest, how come we don't remember you?" he asked as Litavia stood up.
"You shall know, with time comes knowledge," Litavia replied, her voice steady under the cloak as she walked to the Man. She made another bead and rubbed it along his hand. Then she looked up to where the Orc lay coughing. It seems the Man had been able to stab the Orc quite well. She also noticed something silver in its hand as she walked over to retrieve the dagger.
"I believe you have something that belongs to that Man," she said. The Orc coughed at her feet, blood splattered to the ground. She kicked the dagger in all the way with disgust, and then pulled it back out, taking a silver pendant and necklace from the Orc's hand. She wiped the dagger on the grass before handing it back to the Man. She then wiped the silver pendant on her cloak.
"You still have not told us who you are," the Dwarf said impatiently. As she wiped the pendant, she felt her hood slip slightly, not enough to worry. She didn't notice the Elf, still on the ground, widen his eyes in surprise.
"This is yours," she said, her voice had lost a little echo, but was still unrecognisable. As she bent down to hand it to the Man, a lock of her blonde tips slipped out from her hood, but she didn't notice.
"Are you Elf?" the King asked.
"Alas, no, but I am a humble servant of those in need," she replied, trying to sound as noble as possible. She saw the Elf was still sitting on the ground so she walked over to help him up, thinking he must still be a bit shocked, the way he was looking at her.
"We would be most obliged if you would join us in our journey to Helm's Deep," the King said.
"Helm's Deep? Why would you be going there?" she asked stopping in surprise. She had read of Helm's Deep, Gandalf had spoken of it many times. It was a Fortress to the North, but Gandalf believed it not to be as strong as everyone felt it was.
"To save my people from the evils of Sarumon and Sauron," he replied. She couldn't help but laugh a little. He certainly had faith in a huge rock against over ten thousand evils.
"You think the Fortress of Helm's Deep will be able to stop the Armies of Sarumon? I have seen its forces on my way to Rohan. I have not seen Helm's Deep myself, but I have been told," she replied in amusement. She helped the Elf up. When he stood, he was slightly taller than her, but she was built about the same. He looked down at her with a piercing gaze, as if trying to calculate something.
"You're a woman," he said out of the blue. She froze.
"You think I am woman? Why do you think that?" she asked coldly, and then realising there was no point to hiding something from an Elf.
"Your cloak slipped slightly and I could see the outline of your face," he said, he moved his bow towards her, and she drew her swords. He stopped, but then continued to use his bow to push back her hood. She could not bring herself to harm him, for she was sure she had met him before although he looked younger. Her hair fell out of her hood and flowed down her shoulders, although she had tied it partly up.
"You're a she-elf! Where do you come from and why are you here?" the King demanded. His attitude made Litavia slightly angry, but she did not show it.
"My name is Litavia, I come from the forest of Fangorn and I simply travel Middle Earth finding those in need of my services," she said bowing slightly. "And a she-elf I am not." She glanced at the Dwarf, the Man and the Elf. She smiled, thinking about how well she had hidden her true identity from the Elf and Man.
"Very well," the King said. "You are not from my country side and so I cannot stop you from doing as you please. I would however be grateful if you could help King Théoden of Rohan defeat the Armies of Sarumon." She bowed and agreed. ````````````` Let me know what you think, I worked pretty hard on this okay, I'll try and keep updating it, but I need you're feedback! R/R please! And I also apologise for any wrong names and stuff, I have never read the books and am basing this on the movie. Sorry, sorry, sorry sooo sorry.
Meetings ```````````
She returned to the forest and had barely been there for a few minutes when she heard a blood curdling howl. She approached the edge of the forest cautiously and suddenly heard another bone chilling howl, and then fighting and screaming. She hurried to the edge of the forest, and saw a battle taking place.
She recognised the men on horse back from her books. They were the horsemen of Rohan, but the other creatures Litavia had never before seen. They resembled an Orc, but were much bigger and more skilled in fighting. She whistled for Veriann who had returned to the forest and rode out, her cloak well wrapped around her, and was almost speared by a horse man.
"Do not fear horseman," she said in her cloaked voice, grabbing the spear one flung at her. "I am here to help." She drew a sword and slashed at a nearby creature. She caught a creature's spear and flung it back at the owner, piercing it through the throat. Then she noticed something small crawl away from a dead creature.
It was a little Hobbit; it looked scared and was crawling away as fast as possible. She rode after it as it was about to be trampled by a horse. She leant off the side of Veriann and caught the Hobbit by its cloak and swung it over Veriann. It shouted but Litavia slipped her cloak down slightly to unmask her voice.
"It's alright little Hobbit, I will help you escape these horrors," she said softly.
"My friend, Merry! He's somewhere!" it squealed. Litavia looked around on the ground as she fought off creatures trying to recapture the little Hobbit. And then she saw the second Hobbit, trying to run from a particularly ugly creature. She rode after it, Veriann snorting angrily. She drew both swords and swung them down, slicing away the creatures head.
The little Hobbit kept running, fearing Litavia and her black mare. Litavia reached down and grabbed it by the scruff of its shirt. It struggled until its friend called out to him. She rode back into the forest, fighting the creatures the whole way. She dropped them onto a log a little way in the forest.
"Run through the forest, and if you should meet a creature, mention only the name Litavia, and all should be well, as long as you don't meet the wrong Ent," she said taking her hood back and smiling before pulling it back up and riding back out.
The battle had ended and the horsemen were now putting the bodies into a pile, preparing to burn them. She told Veriann to ride away until she was needed. She took the piece of wood off her back and slid down the hill hurriedly. She rode down the hill this way for several hours, and then the sun rose, red. She remembered a saying Gandalf had once told her.
"As the Elves believe, should the sun rise red, blood has been spilt that night." She walked up another hill and then jumped back onto the wood and slid down this hill. She thought she had heard people walking but she couldn't see anyone. So she presumed maybe the wind was playing tricks on her ears.
That is until someone tripped her over and caused her to roll down the hill. She heard someone yell before falling down the hill. She heard footsteps running after her. Then someone was pointing an arrow at her. She looked up to see a blonde haired elf. He resembled the Elf King Thranduil she had saved so many years ago, but he looked much younger. Suddenly, she saw a man grab for her. She rolled back and stood up quickly to avoid his grasping hand.
"What is the meaning of this?" she demanded in Elvish as a small dwarf appeared by their side, panting. The elves eyes widened.
"You're an Elf?" he asked in surprise.
"No, but I am hoping I am also not what you're hoping I am if it means being shot by arrow and slaughtered by sword," she replied in her echoing voice. The Elf lowered his bow.
"Who are you?" he asked.
"I could ask you the same but I will not. What might a Dwarf, an Elf and a Man be doing in the presence of each other?" she replied. The three wore cloaks held by a green leaf pin detailed in gold, the same as the two Hobbits at the mountains surrounding Mordor.
"We are looking for two Hobbits," the Man replied. "Have you seen them, they might be mere children in your eyes."
"I met two Hobbits who were in the company of strange creatures that resemble Orcs, but fight much more fiercely and show no cowardice as the Orcs do. The Orc like creatures were slaughtered by Horsemen of Rohan." The trio's faces fell as they looked at each other. "But the two Hobbits you seek I led into the forest of Fangorn, many say terrible things of the forest, yes, but I know of the creatures of the forest who would help them all they can. I was not able to go with them, but I hope the friendlier Ents found them. I will lead you there if you wish it, but I ask you, ask not my name and all should be well." It walked away. The trio looked at each other before following.
"If you are not Elf, why do you speak Elvish?" the Man asked.
"I speak many languages," she replied in English, her voice echoing eerily. "I chose not to deploy them."
"You speak English?" the Dwarf said in surprise.
"Quite well," she replied. She picked up her piece of wood and looked back over the hill. "We must hurry. The Hobbits are moving." It picked up the pace and hurried over the hill. The Elf looked at the Man and they hurried after her.
"Hey! Wait for me, I wasn't born to run cross country," the Dwarf shouted. "We Dwarves are sprinters."
"On the contrary my friend, Dwarves are neither sprinter, nor cross country runners," she replied slightly amused at his attempts to keep up.
Litavia stopped and looked over the hill that looked down onto Fangorn, home.
"There it is, Fangorn Forest. The Horsemen killed all the creatures and burnt them," she said turning away. "I leave you here." She stepped onto her piece of wood and slid back down the hill and then sprinted out of sight when the trio looked away.
She travelled back to where she had met the strangers and then stopped on the rocky ridge. She whistled for Veriann. She waited and then heard the familiar hooves of her faithful companion. She turned to the sound of the hooves and saw her black mare appear. And then she saw something that made her stomach churn.
Veriann was being chased by the Horsemen of Rohan, when they saw Litavia in her black cloak that revealed not a feature of her face or body; they changed direction and went after her.
Veriann raced ahead of them and Litavia jumped onto her back and they rode away as fast as they could. Litavia took out her swords and fought away the speeding Horsemen. Then they came to a river and Litavia and Veriann hurried across, Litavia called upon a spell and the river speed into a raging torrent, stopping any chance the Horsemen had of getting across.
They rode away to wait for them to leave. When they re-appeared, they rode back over the river which had now returned to its normal state. They rode back to where they had run into the Horsemen and then rode on to Edoras, where she wanted to re-supply, although this would mean uncloaking herself, even if it was for a short time it could be dangerous.
When they arrived at the village gates, she noticed all the flags were down and the village was quiet. She dared not go in if the village was like this, so she went up and watched the village from a hill, where she felt strange. She shut her eyes, and saw a huge mass of creatures, the same from the night of the slaughter outside Fangorn. There had to be over ten thousand, a strange name came to her head. Urak-Hai. That was the name of these strange and powerful creatures. Her eyes shot open when she heard a twig snap behind her.
She spun around. It was a huge hound with one of these creatures on board, she blinked and the name Warg of Sarumon came to light. It was trying to sneak up behind her. She quickly fired an arrow into the bushes, she heard a howl and the huge hound came running out, she had hit it square between the eyes. She fired another and shot the Urak-Hai that rode upon it. She fired once more as the Warg reared, and shot it in the chest. The hound howled and fell. Litavia quickly climbed back up onto Veriann and they hurried back down the hill.
When they reached the bottom Litavia noticed tracks on the ground. They were of many people, villagers of Edoras no doubt, being escorted by soldiers on horseback. She looked up, she saw them down in the valley, several miles away, but she turned to look to the east and saw, to her horror, more Wargs approaching the convoy.
She pushed Veriann on urgently, and they hurried to catch up with the convoy before the Wargs did. Whenever they topped a hill Litavia would realign herself with the convoy, but the Wargs were approaching ever so quickly.
"Veriann, we cannot beat the Wargs, but we must hurry nevertheless," she said as they ran down the next hill.
When they reached the top of another she looked back out to the North. To her dismay, the Wargs were now less than a mile away, but she then noticed something that she had not noticed before, the convoy had stopped and the villagers were now turning away from the direction they had been travelling in. She also noticed the knights were gathering and preparing themselves, and then she noticed a Dwarf on horseback. It seemed the trio had beaten her to the villagers and had somehow caught wind of the attack.
"Looks like they might not need us immediately Veriann, but let us hurry," she said as she pushed Veriann forward. They hurried to the battle field and each time they topped a hill, Litavia would take a quick glance to see a battle beginning as the Elf fired the first shots at the hounds.
Soon they were nearing the hill that separated them from the battle field. Litavia took her bow from her shoulder and prepared to fire an arrow as she topped the hill. Veriann galloped over the hill and Litavia saw the Elf watching as she appeared, she fired an arrow at the nearest Warg, she hit it in the stomach and it landed heavily, crushing its Urak-Hai rider. She saw the King fighting with his sword, and the Dwarf being stuck under a rather large pile of Wargs.
Then she saw the Man being carried towards the cliff. She continued to fire arrows at attacking Wargs as she sped Veriann towards the fleeing Warg that had the Man caught by an Urak-Hai. She fired some arrows at the Warg, but could not hit it in fear she would hit the Man. She saw the Man take out a dagger and stab the rider, it fell and Veriann hurdled over it as she continued to chase the Warg. She too feared the Warg would jump off the cliff.
She raced alongside the Warg and just as it was about to leap over the edge, Litavia whipped out her sword and cut the reins that the Man's hand was entangled in. She pulled him back up the cliff and dropped him away from the cliff edge.
The Elf and Dwarf ran to see what had happened. When they saw the black figure, they couldn't believe what they saw. Litavia had cast a spell so that they would not remember her as she had sped down the hill away from Fangorn.
Their immediate thought was a Ringwraith, but such a thing would not help them. Litavia bent down to examine the Man's hand. She must have accidentally cut him while trying to free him. She walked back to Veriann, planning on healing with potion, but before she could get to her, the Elf pulled his bow on her.
"Who are you? Are you Ringwraith or friend?" he demanded. Litavia stopped and looked at him through the corner of her eye. She thought about her next actions, and then ducked below the Elf's aim, as he was moving his aim down to fire at her she knocked his bow from his hand. Then she punched him below his eye, to not risk injuring him too badly. He was still standing, so she knocked his feet out from beneath him. He fell heavily. The Dwarf made a move to attack her, but she ignored it as the King held out his arm to stop the Dwarf. She kneeled over the Elf, looking closely at his face, her sword drawn at his throat.
"A nice way to show gratitude for showing you to Fangorn Forest, and saving your friend," she said in her echoing voice. The Elf's face changed to a confused look, it could clearly remember her cloaked voice, but couldn't remember her. The spell had worked well. "I warn you not to do it again." She put the sword away and rubbed her fingers across her lips. A golden bead appeared and she rubbed it on the Elf's cut beneath his left eye. The cut disappeared and she stood up as the Elf felt his cheek. He looked at his hand in wonder.
"Who are you? And if you did help us to Fangorn Forest, how come we don't remember you?" he asked as Litavia stood up.
"You shall know, with time comes knowledge," Litavia replied, her voice steady under the cloak as she walked to the Man. She made another bead and rubbed it along his hand. Then she looked up to where the Orc lay coughing. It seems the Man had been able to stab the Orc quite well. She also noticed something silver in its hand as she walked over to retrieve the dagger.
"I believe you have something that belongs to that Man," she said. The Orc coughed at her feet, blood splattered to the ground. She kicked the dagger in all the way with disgust, and then pulled it back out, taking a silver pendant and necklace from the Orc's hand. She wiped the dagger on the grass before handing it back to the Man. She then wiped the silver pendant on her cloak.
"You still have not told us who you are," the Dwarf said impatiently. As she wiped the pendant, she felt her hood slip slightly, not enough to worry. She didn't notice the Elf, still on the ground, widen his eyes in surprise.
"This is yours," she said, her voice had lost a little echo, but was still unrecognisable. As she bent down to hand it to the Man, a lock of her blonde tips slipped out from her hood, but she didn't notice.
"Are you Elf?" the King asked.
"Alas, no, but I am a humble servant of those in need," she replied, trying to sound as noble as possible. She saw the Elf was still sitting on the ground so she walked over to help him up, thinking he must still be a bit shocked, the way he was looking at her.
"We would be most obliged if you would join us in our journey to Helm's Deep," the King said.
"Helm's Deep? Why would you be going there?" she asked stopping in surprise. She had read of Helm's Deep, Gandalf had spoken of it many times. It was a Fortress to the North, but Gandalf believed it not to be as strong as everyone felt it was.
"To save my people from the evils of Sarumon and Sauron," he replied. She couldn't help but laugh a little. He certainly had faith in a huge rock against over ten thousand evils.
"You think the Fortress of Helm's Deep will be able to stop the Armies of Sarumon? I have seen its forces on my way to Rohan. I have not seen Helm's Deep myself, but I have been told," she replied in amusement. She helped the Elf up. When he stood, he was slightly taller than her, but she was built about the same. He looked down at her with a piercing gaze, as if trying to calculate something.
"You're a woman," he said out of the blue. She froze.
"You think I am woman? Why do you think that?" she asked coldly, and then realising there was no point to hiding something from an Elf.
"Your cloak slipped slightly and I could see the outline of your face," he said, he moved his bow towards her, and she drew her swords. He stopped, but then continued to use his bow to push back her hood. She could not bring herself to harm him, for she was sure she had met him before although he looked younger. Her hair fell out of her hood and flowed down her shoulders, although she had tied it partly up.
"You're a she-elf! Where do you come from and why are you here?" the King demanded. His attitude made Litavia slightly angry, but she did not show it.
"My name is Litavia, I come from the forest of Fangorn and I simply travel Middle Earth finding those in need of my services," she said bowing slightly. "And a she-elf I am not." She glanced at the Dwarf, the Man and the Elf. She smiled, thinking about how well she had hidden her true identity from the Elf and Man.
"Very well," the King said. "You are not from my country side and so I cannot stop you from doing as you please. I would however be grateful if you could help King Théoden of Rohan defeat the Armies of Sarumon." She bowed and agreed. ````````````` Let me know what you think, I worked pretty hard on this okay, I'll try and keep updating it, but I need you're feedback! R/R please! And I also apologise for any wrong names and stuff, I have never read the books and am basing this on the movie. Sorry, sorry, sorry sooo sorry.