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A/N:I'm glad ff.net's been down because I've been gone so none of you can get mad at me for not updating….yay….sleeeeeeeeeeeeeep….
Time: Irritation
Most of the men rode in silence and stared anxiously at the setting sun (the battles they would ensue upon would be fearsome), but none of them matched the desperate gaze Legolas held toward the West…toward Isenguard. She went there on her own…she… "What troubles you, Legolas?" Gimli asked, riding up beside the elf. He sighed worriedly and resumed his glare. "You already know what plagues me," he said quietly. Never had he felt this horrid. His gut told him to ride off toward her, but he knew that she would be too far ahead. He was in desperate want of her. She was so important…never to be his…
"We're going into battle against the Dark Lord! Cheer up and count the orcs you slay at our next battle!" Gimli said cheerfully. Legolas looked down at him and smiled ever so faintly.
"I wish I could. Rachel is…gone. I'm not sure whether she breathes or not and it troubles me a great deal. The burden of worry and guilt is the worst I've ever felt," Legolas confided in his smaller friend. Gimli practically stood atop his horse to speak to the elf. They had recently become good allies and the dwarf was despaired as well, but war was near…there was no time…
"Legolas…she's a warrior. Rachel can handle herself. We all know she can." Just then, an unwelcome face appeared beside them. Èomer smirked at Legolas and the elder's fists and jaw clenched in silent hatred. Gimli turned and mumbled at the sight of the heir to the Mark's throne. He was a poor choice indeed.
"What do you want?!" Gimli snapped. Èomer nodded his head in "respect" and sat straight in his saddle. Legolas' head lowered in a threat and he growled…his eyes like ice. He seemed more of a beast than the elven prince that he was.
"Rachel has been very senseless. To run off toward Saruman's towers is absurd! She won't survive unless by a miracle!" he exclaimed loud enough for much of the closest troop to hear. Gimli then too rumbled in his throat, but Legolas did not. He choked on it. It was very true. He remembered not even a day ago, she was knocked to the ground and given bruise to her face and wound to her head. They had let her leave unhealed! How daft of them! How dumb of Legolas… "The woman can take care of herself!" Gimli cried defensively. He was still atop his horse and at eyes level with Èomer. The man laughed cruelly and Aragorn and Gandalf looked back at them.
"She is a soldier and a damned good one, Èomer. If you please, I'm sure Rachel would have no qualm against challenging you," the wizard said strictly. He reminded Aragorn of a grandfather scolding a child. Èomer rode ahead and joined Theoden. Legolas relaxed slightly, but had to choke his tears into his throat. Without avail, a sob spilled from the elf's lips and his shoulder shuttered slightly…
"Rachel…be alright…please…be safe…"
A/N: sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep
A/N:I'm glad ff.net's been down because I've been gone so none of you can get mad at me for not updating….yay….sleeeeeeeeeeeeeep….
Time: Irritation
Most of the men rode in silence and stared anxiously at the setting sun (the battles they would ensue upon would be fearsome), but none of them matched the desperate gaze Legolas held toward the West…toward Isenguard. She went there on her own…she… "What troubles you, Legolas?" Gimli asked, riding up beside the elf. He sighed worriedly and resumed his glare. "You already know what plagues me," he said quietly. Never had he felt this horrid. His gut told him to ride off toward her, but he knew that she would be too far ahead. He was in desperate want of her. She was so important…never to be his…
"We're going into battle against the Dark Lord! Cheer up and count the orcs you slay at our next battle!" Gimli said cheerfully. Legolas looked down at him and smiled ever so faintly.
"I wish I could. Rachel is…gone. I'm not sure whether she breathes or not and it troubles me a great deal. The burden of worry and guilt is the worst I've ever felt," Legolas confided in his smaller friend. Gimli practically stood atop his horse to speak to the elf. They had recently become good allies and the dwarf was despaired as well, but war was near…there was no time…
"Legolas…she's a warrior. Rachel can handle herself. We all know she can." Just then, an unwelcome face appeared beside them. Èomer smirked at Legolas and the elder's fists and jaw clenched in silent hatred. Gimli turned and mumbled at the sight of the heir to the Mark's throne. He was a poor choice indeed.
"What do you want?!" Gimli snapped. Èomer nodded his head in "respect" and sat straight in his saddle. Legolas' head lowered in a threat and he growled…his eyes like ice. He seemed more of a beast than the elven prince that he was.
"Rachel has been very senseless. To run off toward Saruman's towers is absurd! She won't survive unless by a miracle!" he exclaimed loud enough for much of the closest troop to hear. Gimli then too rumbled in his throat, but Legolas did not. He choked on it. It was very true. He remembered not even a day ago, she was knocked to the ground and given bruise to her face and wound to her head. They had let her leave unhealed! How daft of them! How dumb of Legolas… "The woman can take care of herself!" Gimli cried defensively. He was still atop his horse and at eyes level with Èomer. The man laughed cruelly and Aragorn and Gandalf looked back at them.
"She is a soldier and a damned good one, Èomer. If you please, I'm sure Rachel would have no qualm against challenging you," the wizard said strictly. He reminded Aragorn of a grandfather scolding a child. Èomer rode ahead and joined Theoden. Legolas relaxed slightly, but had to choke his tears into his throat. Without avail, a sob spilled from the elf's lips and his shoulder shuttered slightly…
"Rachel…be alright…please…be safe…"
A/N: sleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep