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A/N: I thought you guys would like that last chapter. Hehehe…
Time: Drunken Warrior
Rachel paced her room. That was strange…probably a dream. Legolas had…she touched her lips…They still tingled. She shook her head and kept pacing.
"Rachel!" Aragorn said from outside the door. It was still dark, but not early morning. He knocked quietly on her door and she opened. He looked at her oddly and smiled slightly. The look on her face was new…and so was that bruise…
"Buenos dias," she said distractedly. He held her face and examined her wound. She didn't feel like being understood.
"What happened here?"
"Ah, estoy hero," she told him. He wouldn't know Spanish. He couldn't know Spanish. That was good. He nodded and guessed at what she had said. He cocked an eyebrow, wanting her to tell him everything that had happened. If someone had hurt her…
"Fine…I had a nightmare and fell off the bed. I hit my head on the night stand," she said, pointing to the askew piece of furniture…She had been kicking it around all night. He sighed.
"That's not believable, but it'll have to do I suppose. Come, gather your things. We leave for war in an hour," he said, walking into the room. She picked up her pack and, without question, followed the Ranger out. He led her passed the busy soldiers, preparing their gear and saddling their horses. She immediately thought of Mordil. The whole "war" thing was taking her mind off…confusing matters. War was simple. Kill or be killed. No rules apply. That was her philosophy and probably why she never became a politician.
"Helm's Deep, I guess?" she said to Aragorn. She yawned and slumped along the hallway. Confusing…very confusing. Rachel's head was swimming with…emotion? She wasn't sure…nothing like she had ever felt. Her body shuddered at the mere though of Legolas. She felt a desire to walk to his balcony and…silly. She was being silly. Or poisoned! That was it! Poisoned…
"What is it?" Aragorn said, looking at Rachel strangely. She held one finger in the air and her mouth hung open. She was nearly going to scream "Eureka!" She shut her mouth and put her hand down.
"Don't mind me," she said more to herself than Aragorn. He let his shoulders slide down, but recovered and walked rapidly down the hallway. Rachel's head was pounding. It hurt to bad, she had to cling to the wall. She had a concussion. Those things sucked.
"Awe, man! I hate this!" she yelled loudly! Aragorn and every soldier in hearing distance stopped and looked at her.
"What is the matter?!" Aragorn asked irritably. Rachel walked passed him, giving him the cold shoulder.
"Concussion, you ass," she mumbled. He rolled his eyes and followed her. Mordil was waiting, saddled and bridled. He snorted when she patted his nose. He kneeled and let her get on his back. She was still in her pajama slip, but hadn't noticed. She was wondering why one of the soldiers nearly ran into another. She just raised her eyebrows and shook her head.
"You are in no condition to fight!" Gimli said. Somehow, he had found his way to her side. She looked down at all three of him and yawned again.
"Gimlis…All three of you…Go away. I'm not fighting. I'm simply going to go rescue Holly," she said in a slurred voice. They thought she was drunk…or something. He looked her up and down and crossed his arms.
"Fine. Be careful or I'll suffer you a blow to the head…"
"Too late," she said. Without another word, she rode away. Aragorn and Gimli stood, watching her go. Legolas ran up to them.
"What do you think you're doing?! She won't be able to rescue Holly in that state!" he yelled at Aragorn. Gimli looked at him and laughed.
"And you think you could stop her?! I'd like to see you try!" he retorted. Legolas' eyes became wide with fury and he grabbed the nearest horse, adjusting the stirrups. Aragorn grabbed his shoulder.
"What do you think you're doing, my friend?" he asked. Legolas didn't looked at him…didn't stutter or fumble a step.
"I'm following her."
"No, you will not."
"Why?!" he asked. He then looked at the Ranger. Aragorn sighed and shook his head.
"We need you on the battle field."
"She needs me!"
"Don't let your love of her cloud your thoughts! She is a warrior. She can handle herself!" Aragorn said to him.
"Not after Èomer…"
Legolas stopped himself. He had already said too much. Aragorn leaned in close. His eyes were piercing.
"After what, Legolas?"
"I cannot say."
"Very well then."
They stood there. Legolas watched the small speck that was Rachel speed off into the rising sun. She may be gone forever…Èomer rode by. He was to stay and rule Rohan in Theoden's absence (the Mark was to fight), but that didn't mean he couldn't ride and make sure everything was done right. He smirked at Legolas. The man bobbed his head in greeting and the elf the same. Aragorn literally held Legolas from jumping at the Heir of Rohan.
"Don't tempt our alliance with the Riders of Rohan," he advised. Legolas growled.
"I have no quarrel with the Mark, but if he ever touches Rachel again, I will skewer him and place his head on a pike. If he has a heart, I will burn it along with the orcs I kill," Legolas warned.
A/N: Okay, if you have a problem with my usage of different languages, just tell me and I'll translate them for you guys, k?
A/N: I thought you guys would like that last chapter. Hehehe…
Time: Drunken Warrior
Rachel paced her room. That was strange…probably a dream. Legolas had…she touched her lips…They still tingled. She shook her head and kept pacing.
"Rachel!" Aragorn said from outside the door. It was still dark, but not early morning. He knocked quietly on her door and she opened. He looked at her oddly and smiled slightly. The look on her face was new…and so was that bruise…
"Buenos dias," she said distractedly. He held her face and examined her wound. She didn't feel like being understood.
"What happened here?"
"Ah, estoy hero," she told him. He wouldn't know Spanish. He couldn't know Spanish. That was good. He nodded and guessed at what she had said. He cocked an eyebrow, wanting her to tell him everything that had happened. If someone had hurt her…
"Fine…I had a nightmare and fell off the bed. I hit my head on the night stand," she said, pointing to the askew piece of furniture…She had been kicking it around all night. He sighed.
"That's not believable, but it'll have to do I suppose. Come, gather your things. We leave for war in an hour," he said, walking into the room. She picked up her pack and, without question, followed the Ranger out. He led her passed the busy soldiers, preparing their gear and saddling their horses. She immediately thought of Mordil. The whole "war" thing was taking her mind off…confusing matters. War was simple. Kill or be killed. No rules apply. That was her philosophy and probably why she never became a politician.
"Helm's Deep, I guess?" she said to Aragorn. She yawned and slumped along the hallway. Confusing…very confusing. Rachel's head was swimming with…emotion? She wasn't sure…nothing like she had ever felt. Her body shuddered at the mere though of Legolas. She felt a desire to walk to his balcony and…silly. She was being silly. Or poisoned! That was it! Poisoned…
"What is it?" Aragorn said, looking at Rachel strangely. She held one finger in the air and her mouth hung open. She was nearly going to scream "Eureka!" She shut her mouth and put her hand down.
"Don't mind me," she said more to herself than Aragorn. He let his shoulders slide down, but recovered and walked rapidly down the hallway. Rachel's head was pounding. It hurt to bad, she had to cling to the wall. She had a concussion. Those things sucked.
"Awe, man! I hate this!" she yelled loudly! Aragorn and every soldier in hearing distance stopped and looked at her.
"What is the matter?!" Aragorn asked irritably. Rachel walked passed him, giving him the cold shoulder.
"Concussion, you ass," she mumbled. He rolled his eyes and followed her. Mordil was waiting, saddled and bridled. He snorted when she patted his nose. He kneeled and let her get on his back. She was still in her pajama slip, but hadn't noticed. She was wondering why one of the soldiers nearly ran into another. She just raised her eyebrows and shook her head.
"You are in no condition to fight!" Gimli said. Somehow, he had found his way to her side. She looked down at all three of him and yawned again.
"Gimlis…All three of you…Go away. I'm not fighting. I'm simply going to go rescue Holly," she said in a slurred voice. They thought she was drunk…or something. He looked her up and down and crossed his arms.
"Fine. Be careful or I'll suffer you a blow to the head…"
"Too late," she said. Without another word, she rode away. Aragorn and Gimli stood, watching her go. Legolas ran up to them.
"What do you think you're doing?! She won't be able to rescue Holly in that state!" he yelled at Aragorn. Gimli looked at him and laughed.
"And you think you could stop her?! I'd like to see you try!" he retorted. Legolas' eyes became wide with fury and he grabbed the nearest horse, adjusting the stirrups. Aragorn grabbed his shoulder.
"What do you think you're doing, my friend?" he asked. Legolas didn't looked at him…didn't stutter or fumble a step.
"I'm following her."
"No, you will not."
"Why?!" he asked. He then looked at the Ranger. Aragorn sighed and shook his head.
"We need you on the battle field."
"She needs me!"
"Don't let your love of her cloud your thoughts! She is a warrior. She can handle herself!" Aragorn said to him.
"Not after Èomer…"
Legolas stopped himself. He had already said too much. Aragorn leaned in close. His eyes were piercing.
"After what, Legolas?"
"I cannot say."
"Very well then."
They stood there. Legolas watched the small speck that was Rachel speed off into the rising sun. She may be gone forever…Èomer rode by. He was to stay and rule Rohan in Theoden's absence (the Mark was to fight), but that didn't mean he couldn't ride and make sure everything was done right. He smirked at Legolas. The man bobbed his head in greeting and the elf the same. Aragorn literally held Legolas from jumping at the Heir of Rohan.
"Don't tempt our alliance with the Riders of Rohan," he advised. Legolas growled.
"I have no quarrel with the Mark, but if he ever touches Rachel again, I will skewer him and place his head on a pike. If he has a heart, I will burn it along with the orcs I kill," Legolas warned.
A/N: Okay, if you have a problem with my usage of different languages, just tell me and I'll translate them for you guys, k?