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A/N: Okay…I'm just curious…Are any of my fans guys??? I don't know why I want to know, but hey, whatever, right?
Time: Verbal Confirmation
Rachel punched the post of her bed and fell to her knees. She had completely forgotten about her wounds from Fangorn. She unwrapped her knuckles and examined them closely…she wouldn't be able to punch at anything for weeks. They were bleeding again.
"Damn."
She stood and looked at the drapes…no, he wasn't still out there…he hated her. Simple as that. He "couldn't stand to be near her." That had pierced her heart and wrenched out. Then, it had put it on a silver…no, golden platter…she hated gold. After that, he fed it to a warg…All the while she watched. It was pure hell. She kicked the wall and sat down on her bed.
Something red and shimmering caught her eye. It was the red slip Èomer had given her. She sighed and stood. It didn't really matter if she wore it anyway, did it? Plus, her clothes were more than dirty from travel and battle. Rachel bent and picked it up, slipping out of her clothes gingerly. She put it on quickly and brushed her hair out with a comb on the night stand by her bed. She was tempted to look in the mirror, but thought better of it…she had never worn a dress before. Never…It was always a good pair of black pants or her dress whites. Nothing else. Holly however…well, she wasn't afraid to be feminine as long as the outfit didn't contain a pair of heels. If she could wear her boots or a pair of sandals, she was happy. Rachel missed Holly…
She peeked through the drapes on her balcony and saw that Legolas was no where in sight. All the lights were out and she couldn't hear anything. Rachel opened the drapes and let the night air into her room…She always slept better when the windows were open. Leaning on the railing, she stared at the place where she and Legolas had quarreled. It seemed so deceitful to her…meant for love, used for hate. She didn't blame him for hating her, but she wanted to…to…
"This is useless!" she growled at herself, turning. Rachel stopped short when she saw Èomer standing by her wide open door. He seemed troubled…worried.
"Are you alright? I didn't mean to let myself in, but the door was open. I heard you and Legolas in the courtyard," he explained rapidly. A sure sign of nervousness. Either that or he was an awesome actor. Rachel didn't really care…she needed to vent anger and who better to throw it on than Èomer?
"I'm fine. It's just…that…that jackass!" Rachel stuttered with obvious rage. Èomer smiled evilly when she turned away from him and walked to her side. He frowned and looked concerned again. She was leaning against the railing again. He did the same.
"Don't fret yourself with him. However, I don't know how any man could resist you," Èomer said quietly. He meant for it to sound innocent and it must have worked. Rachel smiled at him with appreciation.
"Thanks. You know, you aren't that bad," she admitted. He really wasn't…just a romantic, she guessed…a perverted romantic. He laughed and nudged her shoulder playfully. Rachel smiled and told him to stop softly.
"What has happened?!" he demanded, looking at her unbandaged hands. He held them in his and gently ran a finger along the scrapes. This was the perfect window of opportunity.
"I was angry and I basically killed a tree," Rachel said casually. Èomer looked at her with practiced concern and kissed one of her hands, making her move a little closer. Then he kissed the other…another step closer.
"That is the only medicine I know, my lady," Èomer whispered in Rachel's ear. She was surprised to find herself not minding the man calling her by "my lady" or "my fair." But enough was enough.
Èomer put his hand on her shoulder and then traced her spine with affection. Rachel was really uncomfortable now. She tried to jerk away, but Èomer was too strong.
"Get off! You bastard!" she yelled. He wouldn't get off…
Legolas heard Rachel yell from his room. He had been contemplating what to do next…die or…well, die. He stood immediately and ran to his window…Èomer and she were on the balcony. Èomer looked almost crazed…He nearly crushed her hands and her knees buckled slightly. She silently cried out in pain. Èomer looked down at her. He knew she wouldn't cry for help. When she spat in his face, he hit Rachel hard and she fell to the floor…and didn't move.
That was the fury point for Legolas. He dashed over to Rachel's room with lightning speed and rammed Èomer into a wall before he knew what hit him. He didn't have time to look at Rachel. Èomer tried to head butt Legolas and was welcomed by a forearm at his throat. The elf nearly lifted him off the ground.
"How could you?" Legolas asked in a deathly tone. Èomer laughed and coughed slightly.
"She is a woman. I wanted to have her and it is as simple as that. Why do you ask? Do you love her?" Èomer teased cruelly. Legolas pulled him away from the wall and smashed him against it again. The walls shook as Legolas stared the man down with anger he never knew he possessed.
"Yes…I do love her!"
Èomer laughed again.
"I was wondering when you would be brave enough to say so. You are a coward! Why not take her?!" Èomer shouted quietly. Legolas didn't answer. He wanted to do that exact thing…but…
"If your garb so much as brushes against her skin, I will kill you," Legolas said. He roughly ripped his hands away from Èomer's neck. The man slumped and grabbed his neck. Legolas turned his back on him and looked at Rachel.
"Leave…Now!" Legolas commanded. Èomer nodded and rushed out the door. He had failed miserably. Not a word would be said, and if it was, two elves in particular would die a nasty death.
A/N: Hehehe…I like this chapter too….
A/N: Okay…I'm just curious…Are any of my fans guys??? I don't know why I want to know, but hey, whatever, right?
Time: Verbal Confirmation
Rachel punched the post of her bed and fell to her knees. She had completely forgotten about her wounds from Fangorn. She unwrapped her knuckles and examined them closely…she wouldn't be able to punch at anything for weeks. They were bleeding again.
"Damn."
She stood and looked at the drapes…no, he wasn't still out there…he hated her. Simple as that. He "couldn't stand to be near her." That had pierced her heart and wrenched out. Then, it had put it on a silver…no, golden platter…she hated gold. After that, he fed it to a warg…All the while she watched. It was pure hell. She kicked the wall and sat down on her bed.
Something red and shimmering caught her eye. It was the red slip Èomer had given her. She sighed and stood. It didn't really matter if she wore it anyway, did it? Plus, her clothes were more than dirty from travel and battle. Rachel bent and picked it up, slipping out of her clothes gingerly. She put it on quickly and brushed her hair out with a comb on the night stand by her bed. She was tempted to look in the mirror, but thought better of it…she had never worn a dress before. Never…It was always a good pair of black pants or her dress whites. Nothing else. Holly however…well, she wasn't afraid to be feminine as long as the outfit didn't contain a pair of heels. If she could wear her boots or a pair of sandals, she was happy. Rachel missed Holly…
She peeked through the drapes on her balcony and saw that Legolas was no where in sight. All the lights were out and she couldn't hear anything. Rachel opened the drapes and let the night air into her room…She always slept better when the windows were open. Leaning on the railing, she stared at the place where she and Legolas had quarreled. It seemed so deceitful to her…meant for love, used for hate. She didn't blame him for hating her, but she wanted to…to…
"This is useless!" she growled at herself, turning. Rachel stopped short when she saw Èomer standing by her wide open door. He seemed troubled…worried.
"Are you alright? I didn't mean to let myself in, but the door was open. I heard you and Legolas in the courtyard," he explained rapidly. A sure sign of nervousness. Either that or he was an awesome actor. Rachel didn't really care…she needed to vent anger and who better to throw it on than Èomer?
"I'm fine. It's just…that…that jackass!" Rachel stuttered with obvious rage. Èomer smiled evilly when she turned away from him and walked to her side. He frowned and looked concerned again. She was leaning against the railing again. He did the same.
"Don't fret yourself with him. However, I don't know how any man could resist you," Èomer said quietly. He meant for it to sound innocent and it must have worked. Rachel smiled at him with appreciation.
"Thanks. You know, you aren't that bad," she admitted. He really wasn't…just a romantic, she guessed…a perverted romantic. He laughed and nudged her shoulder playfully. Rachel smiled and told him to stop softly.
"What has happened?!" he demanded, looking at her unbandaged hands. He held them in his and gently ran a finger along the scrapes. This was the perfect window of opportunity.
"I was angry and I basically killed a tree," Rachel said casually. Èomer looked at her with practiced concern and kissed one of her hands, making her move a little closer. Then he kissed the other…another step closer.
"That is the only medicine I know, my lady," Èomer whispered in Rachel's ear. She was surprised to find herself not minding the man calling her by "my lady" or "my fair." But enough was enough.
Èomer put his hand on her shoulder and then traced her spine with affection. Rachel was really uncomfortable now. She tried to jerk away, but Èomer was too strong.
"Get off! You bastard!" she yelled. He wouldn't get off…
Legolas heard Rachel yell from his room. He had been contemplating what to do next…die or…well, die. He stood immediately and ran to his window…Èomer and she were on the balcony. Èomer looked almost crazed…He nearly crushed her hands and her knees buckled slightly. She silently cried out in pain. Èomer looked down at her. He knew she wouldn't cry for help. When she spat in his face, he hit Rachel hard and she fell to the floor…and didn't move.
That was the fury point for Legolas. He dashed over to Rachel's room with lightning speed and rammed Èomer into a wall before he knew what hit him. He didn't have time to look at Rachel. Èomer tried to head butt Legolas and was welcomed by a forearm at his throat. The elf nearly lifted him off the ground.
"How could you?" Legolas asked in a deathly tone. Èomer laughed and coughed slightly.
"She is a woman. I wanted to have her and it is as simple as that. Why do you ask? Do you love her?" Èomer teased cruelly. Legolas pulled him away from the wall and smashed him against it again. The walls shook as Legolas stared the man down with anger he never knew he possessed.
"Yes…I do love her!"
Èomer laughed again.
"I was wondering when you would be brave enough to say so. You are a coward! Why not take her?!" Èomer shouted quietly. Legolas didn't answer. He wanted to do that exact thing…but…
"If your garb so much as brushes against her skin, I will kill you," Legolas said. He roughly ripped his hands away from Èomer's neck. The man slumped and grabbed his neck. Legolas turned his back on him and looked at Rachel.
"Leave…Now!" Legolas commanded. Èomer nodded and rushed out the door. He had failed miserably. Not a word would be said, and if it was, two elves in particular would die a nasty death.
A/N: Hehehe…I like this chapter too….