Wounded

Disclaimer: See Chapter One if you really want to read it.

A/N: Not that you care about my life, but I am SO pissed off currently. So... If this chapter becomes REALLY painful (it isn't painful when I wrote it into my notebook), you'll know why.

Yes, this is a bit longer of a chapter...

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Chapter Three:


Elven Identity


"Éomer!" Elwen cried in delight, standing up to greet the 3rd Marshal of the Mark.

"Um... Hi." Lin said nervously. He and Éomer didn't get along quite as well as Elwen did.

"What were you two saying about Arwen?"

The Elves exchanged looks.

He knows too much. Elwen thought. "About Arwen?" She repeated aloud, playing with her hair. Normally it was braided and up in a bun, but since she had to hide her elven identity, it was down. Humans really must be stupid if they can't tell an elf for what they are if they don't see the ears. Humans were *not* her favorite race, thats for sure.

"Hold on. El and I need to talk." Lin dragged Elwen aside. "Shall we tell him about our heritage? Since we're going to be leaving anyway?" He asked in an undertone.

"Ummmm... Sure, why not?"

"Ok, you tell him."

"WHY ME?!" Elwen said quizzically. "It was YOUR idea.!"

"Yes, but you're the one who gets along with him. I don't, if you haven't noticed."

"True. All right, we'll both do it."

"Oh, fine." Lin said resignedly.

The two went back to Éomer, dredding the Marshals' reaction.

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"You're what?!" Éomer asked incredulously.

"Elves." Lin nodded.

Elwen couldn't help but laugh at the look on Éomer's face. "Yes, we are." She pulled back her hair to show the King's nephew her pointed years. Lin did likewise.

"Guess that explains why you were talking about Arwen then, huh?"

"Yup. Oh, and we're leaving after the next patrol." The female said.

"More bad news!" Éomer murmered.

"But I thought..." Lin looked at Elwen.

"I want to have mroe kills than any rider in Rohan. Can't have some edain beat me." She replied simply.

"Elwen, you acomplished that two Ages ago!" Lin sighed exasperatedly.

"Yes, but not in Rohan!"

Lin rolled his eyes. "El..."

The Elf maiden gave him a withering look.

He gave in. "Ok, fine. Last hunt. Then we leave."

"Yuppers!" Elwen bounced.

"Don't suppose I can tie you up and force you to stay, can I?" Éomer said hopefully.

"Nay. My nomadic spirit tells me it's time to move on." She shook her head.

"All right. We'll miss your sharp sight and hearing."

Lin snorted. "How... nice."

"Lingalad. Am I to believe that you are jealous?" Elwen pierced Lin with an intent gaze. She knew how well her friends get along - they don't - and wasn't surprised at Lin's comment. "Lin... Just..." She waved her hand. "Go away."

Stunned and hurt by her words, he walked away, his head bowed. He was not used to Elwen being so sharp with him, for they were close friends, though she was many years his elder.

Éomer looked at Lin's back, "He hates me, doesn't he?"

"Just jealous. He does that to EVEY male we come across. By the Valar, he's probably more protective of me than Glorfindel! It's nice but after thousands of years it gets frustrating."

The human shook his head, chuckling.

"When are we leaving?" She asked.

"For what?" He questioned, momentarily forgetting what they were discussing.

"The patrol."

"This afternoon." He sighed. "That was why I was in the stables in the first place." Éomer sobered.

"Yay!" Elwen yelled, frightening Waterspray. "OW! That was my foot!" She leapt out of the stall, giggling madly.
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There you go Calriel. Chapter 3... which means that I have to go read three chappies of one of your stories... *cannot remember which*

For my other reader (if there are any others): The next few chapters will be pretty short, I can tell you that much...

*goes to type up Chapter One of 'Deadly Arrows'* *grins* Excellet fic because I can release my fury in there... :D

Elwen the Insane Elf

Keeper of Estel and Legolas' Mischief