Disclaimer: They aren't mine…sob…wait a sec, didn't I say that one
already???
A/N: Okay, I'm gonna have another fic about Holly when she's had too much sugar, pixie stix, and cream soda. Let's just say that Gimli gets drunk and when he wakes up…he's umm…well, I'm not going to spoil it for you, but there's nothing sexual about this fic incase I led you the wrong way (^_^), so buh bye!
Time: Rueful Reunion
They rode until the sun set in the western sky. Mordil had barely broken a sweat and neither had his father, but the other horses were panting and so tired they nearly collapsed. Rachel got off her horse and sighed…horse heaven. She could smell them and hear them and couldn't wait to see them later. But then…she remembered Èomer. This was his home. She hated Èomer with a passion. She hated him more than Haldir…she didn't even really hate Haldir.
"The gates," Gandalf said to her. Rachel nodded and looked up. The sky was dark…no stars. The wizard walked forward and a guard stepped in his way.
"You cannot pass."
"I wish to speak with the Mark!" Gandalf yelled. The guard shook his head and Rachel stepped up beside the older man. Maybe she could convince him…
"You cannot pass."
"We need to talk with him. It's an emergency!" Rachel said. She was mad but mostly because her legs were sore and she wanted to wash Mordil down…look at his tack (saddle, etc.)…
"Lady Rachel! I did not know it was you!" the guard said nervously. He snapped to attention and look at her with stone eyes. She liked this…it reminded her of the good old days…
"What do you mean?" she asked in a lethal tone. He blinked and gulped.
"The Mark's son, Èomer has requested you be immediately brought to the hall. He had a feeling you might arrive!"
Rachel sighed. This was great…absolutely perfect! Why her? Always the sleeze balls who had a thing for her. It sucked! She shook her head and then nodded. Mordil came beside her and the guard opened the gates. He stopped them before they passed.
"I cannot allow your weapons into the hall!" he told them. Reluctantly, everyone removed their knives, guns, swords, axes, daggers, and bows. The man let them pass and they walked with Gandalf as their leader to the Great Hall.
"I am here to speak with the Mark!" the wizard cried as they approached its doors. A shriveled and slimey little man looked up at the party. He was anxious…Wormtongue was Rachel's guess. He really was an apparent spy. Why didn't the Mark see it?
"The Mark's name is Theoden, isn't it?" Rachel whispered to Aragorn. He nodded and they proceeded up the steps.
Legolas was dreading what would happen. That letcherous Èomer was here…the Mark's heir, nonetheless! He wouldn't get near her. Legolas wouldn't let him do anything that he himself would be jealous of…which was anything…
"Legolas? Come on," Rachel said, throwing her head toward the doors. He looked at her and walked up beside her protectively. Elves such as he were very…territorial.
"Gandalf the Grey! Or should I call you a thief?" the Mark shouted indignantly. Gandalf chuckled.
"I deserve that, my friend. Indeed, I did borrow Shadowfax. I have come to return him and other horses, including Mordil, his son!" the wizard said emphasizing the word "borrow." Rachel's heart sank childishly and selfishly. She wanted Mordil.
"Still, your presence here brings news of woe as it always does?!" the Mark cried again. This would take a while. Rachel decided that she could listen, but look. The hall was elegant and grand. It reminded her of the Ancient Romans…perfect. Then again…there was one blemish…
Èomer was standing beside the Mark. When he saw her looking at him, he smiled slyly and bowed his head slightly. This wasn't going to be fun, but maybe she could play him for information and trust from Theoden. Hey, it was better than nothing.
"Please, sire! They are trustworthy! Here are the men and lady I met upon the road!" Èomer shouted. He walked forward and again, bowed, kissing Rachel's hand. She was repulsed, but held it back.
"You are sure?"
"I'm positive," he said more to Rachel than to the Mark. He looked her in the eyes and she shot him a glare.
"Wonderful to see you again, my fair," he told her. She smiled.
"Likewise, my lord."
A/N: fun huh?
A/N: Okay, I'm gonna have another fic about Holly when she's had too much sugar, pixie stix, and cream soda. Let's just say that Gimli gets drunk and when he wakes up…he's umm…well, I'm not going to spoil it for you, but there's nothing sexual about this fic incase I led you the wrong way (^_^), so buh bye!
Time: Rueful Reunion
They rode until the sun set in the western sky. Mordil had barely broken a sweat and neither had his father, but the other horses were panting and so tired they nearly collapsed. Rachel got off her horse and sighed…horse heaven. She could smell them and hear them and couldn't wait to see them later. But then…she remembered Èomer. This was his home. She hated Èomer with a passion. She hated him more than Haldir…she didn't even really hate Haldir.
"The gates," Gandalf said to her. Rachel nodded and looked up. The sky was dark…no stars. The wizard walked forward and a guard stepped in his way.
"You cannot pass."
"I wish to speak with the Mark!" Gandalf yelled. The guard shook his head and Rachel stepped up beside the older man. Maybe she could convince him…
"You cannot pass."
"We need to talk with him. It's an emergency!" Rachel said. She was mad but mostly because her legs were sore and she wanted to wash Mordil down…look at his tack (saddle, etc.)…
"Lady Rachel! I did not know it was you!" the guard said nervously. He snapped to attention and look at her with stone eyes. She liked this…it reminded her of the good old days…
"What do you mean?" she asked in a lethal tone. He blinked and gulped.
"The Mark's son, Èomer has requested you be immediately brought to the hall. He had a feeling you might arrive!"
Rachel sighed. This was great…absolutely perfect! Why her? Always the sleeze balls who had a thing for her. It sucked! She shook her head and then nodded. Mordil came beside her and the guard opened the gates. He stopped them before they passed.
"I cannot allow your weapons into the hall!" he told them. Reluctantly, everyone removed their knives, guns, swords, axes, daggers, and bows. The man let them pass and they walked with Gandalf as their leader to the Great Hall.
"I am here to speak with the Mark!" the wizard cried as they approached its doors. A shriveled and slimey little man looked up at the party. He was anxious…Wormtongue was Rachel's guess. He really was an apparent spy. Why didn't the Mark see it?
"The Mark's name is Theoden, isn't it?" Rachel whispered to Aragorn. He nodded and they proceeded up the steps.
Legolas was dreading what would happen. That letcherous Èomer was here…the Mark's heir, nonetheless! He wouldn't get near her. Legolas wouldn't let him do anything that he himself would be jealous of…which was anything…
"Legolas? Come on," Rachel said, throwing her head toward the doors. He looked at her and walked up beside her protectively. Elves such as he were very…territorial.
"Gandalf the Grey! Or should I call you a thief?" the Mark shouted indignantly. Gandalf chuckled.
"I deserve that, my friend. Indeed, I did borrow Shadowfax. I have come to return him and other horses, including Mordil, his son!" the wizard said emphasizing the word "borrow." Rachel's heart sank childishly and selfishly. She wanted Mordil.
"Still, your presence here brings news of woe as it always does?!" the Mark cried again. This would take a while. Rachel decided that she could listen, but look. The hall was elegant and grand. It reminded her of the Ancient Romans…perfect. Then again…there was one blemish…
Èomer was standing beside the Mark. When he saw her looking at him, he smiled slyly and bowed his head slightly. This wasn't going to be fun, but maybe she could play him for information and trust from Theoden. Hey, it was better than nothing.
"Please, sire! They are trustworthy! Here are the men and lady I met upon the road!" Èomer shouted. He walked forward and again, bowed, kissing Rachel's hand. She was repulsed, but held it back.
"You are sure?"
"I'm positive," he said more to Rachel than to the Mark. He looked her in the eyes and she shot him a glare.
"Wonderful to see you again, my fair," he told her. She smiled.
"Likewise, my lord."
A/N: fun huh?