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A Daughter of Kings
"Legolas...I-I keep seeing the Fellowship dead," she admitted to him. "I can't do this, I can't handle the visions. Galadriel was right; I should've stayed in Lorien." She was getting very hysterical now and began crying again.
Without hesitating, he ran to her. "Please, do not regret the decision you have made," he begged.
She buried her face in his arms and continued crying. "But I'm so scared. Everyone was right, it's too much for me to handle. Legolas, I was so afraid of him-"
"I know. I know, Laura. There is nothing wrong with admitting that you were frightened," he said soothingly. He put a strand of hair behind her ears. Her sobs became more violent, but he let her cry on him for a while. She calmed down a lot quicker than she thought she would. Then she realized she was in Legolas' arms, crying.
She sat up, wiping her face. "I'm so sorry," she apologized. He had a big tears stain on his shoulder.
He looked concerned, not moving. "Think nothing of it. Would you like me to stay with you? You do not seem well at all. Perhaps I should inform Eowyn?"
She shook her head. "No I'm...I'll be fine. I just need some time to rest."
She waited until he left the room, and then fell back on her bed. "Great, you just wept like a baby in front of him. Smoooooth," she reprimanded herself. She sighed. He smelled so nice, even though her nose was stuffed up by now. She fell asleep again until there was another knock at the door.
This time they didn't wait for her reply. And this time, it was Eowyn. She peeked her head inside. "My lady?" she asked unsurely in a whisper. "My lady, are you awake?"
Laura sat up. "Yes. Eowyn, is that you? Come on in!" she said, feeling much better after her second nap. She hopped off the bed and lit a few candles. (Did they have candles back then??)
"To what do I owe this pleasure?" Laura asked.
"Please forgive me, I did not mean to be so rude. Legolas told me you were not feeling well," Eowyn apologized.
"Hey, I'm just a little worn out. Really, I'm fine."
"I wanted to ask you so many questions when I saw you, but you were so tired that I never got the chance," Eowyn said quickly. "I saw four swords among the weapons that were to remain outside the Golden Hall. Am I correct that one is for each of your party?"
"Yes," Laura said, not sure at what she was getting at.
"Then is it true that you fight alongside the men in battle?" Eowyn asked anxiously.
Oh. Now it made sense. A time where women didn't fight. "Now I do. It was really hard to convince them that I could do it. In fact, I didn't even think to bring the sword. My sister secretly gave it to me before we left."
"That sounds exciting," Eowyn said.
"It is! The hardest part is getting the men to realize that you're capable of fighting."
"I know all too well what that is like, if it's not too bold to say so. I have grown up with men, learned there ways, but am still treated as a mere woman."
Seeing where this was going, Laura knew just the thing to say. "There's no shame in being a woman, Eowyn. Just let the men know that once in a while."
Eowyn smiled. She seemed to by the type of person who didn't smile often, because she had a lot of bad memories. And with the King being under Saruman's spell and letting the Orcs invade their lands, she must've been in the same boat with Laura.
"You...you come with Lord Aragorn. He is a Ranger from the North?"
She nodded. "One of the Dunedain."
Eowyn's eyes widened. "Blessed with long life?"
Laura nodded. "I met him in a village called Bree. From what I've learned so far, he's like a breath of fresh air to the falling world."
Eowyn nodded sadly. "He brings hope where all shadows of hope were long forgotten. He is..." he voice wavered and faded. Then she withdrew her eyes, excusing herself from the room quietly.
Laura stood there. What a strange encounter. Eowyn seemed very content to speak her mind, but some time during the conversation she changed. It had been the mention of Aragorn's name. She put her hand to her mouth. Eowyn had a thing for Aragorn? This wasn't good, what about her sister? She got up off the bed. Laura was much too energetic to sleep by now. She wanted to talk to Eowyn, to explain things to her. Little did she realize she'd had no contact with another female since Rivendell. How nice to see another woman again! Someone who understood her more perfectly than Legolas; someone who respected her more than Aragorn. And someone who didn't treat her as a child.
She crept down the hallway, wondering where she was and where she was going. She heard voices, and followed their source. They came from a large room. One was Gandalf's. She stood outside, listening carefully. He was talking to someone. The king? Then she heard Eowyn's voice.
"I will not risk open war on my people," King Theoden insisted.
Then she heard Aragorn speak. "Open war is upon you, whether you like it or not," he said.
"When last I looked, Theoden was king of Rohan, not Aragorn," the king said menacingly. She guessed that Legolas was there, also, standing quietly in a corner. The king said something about moving his people to a place in the mountains called Helm's Deep.
Why didn't they just fight? she wondered. She looked up. Gandalf was standing there, looking down at her. He seemed a bit irritated, but his voice sounded too relieved to be real angry with her for eavesdropping. She waved, trying to look as innocent as possible.
"I see you have made a full recovery," he said.
"Yes," she nodded. "What's Helm's Deep, anyway?" she asked curiously.
"This is not the time for questions," he said sternly as he began down the hallway.
Legolas emerged from the room next. "It is a ravine where the people will be trapped. He has decided to send them to their doom," he said, sounding annoyed with the king's decision.
"He is only trying to do what's best for his people," Aragorn reminded them.
A Daughter of Kings
"Legolas...I-I keep seeing the Fellowship dead," she admitted to him. "I can't do this, I can't handle the visions. Galadriel was right; I should've stayed in Lorien." She was getting very hysterical now and began crying again.
Without hesitating, he ran to her. "Please, do not regret the decision you have made," he begged.
She buried her face in his arms and continued crying. "But I'm so scared. Everyone was right, it's too much for me to handle. Legolas, I was so afraid of him-"
"I know. I know, Laura. There is nothing wrong with admitting that you were frightened," he said soothingly. He put a strand of hair behind her ears. Her sobs became more violent, but he let her cry on him for a while. She calmed down a lot quicker than she thought she would. Then she realized she was in Legolas' arms, crying.
She sat up, wiping her face. "I'm so sorry," she apologized. He had a big tears stain on his shoulder.
He looked concerned, not moving. "Think nothing of it. Would you like me to stay with you? You do not seem well at all. Perhaps I should inform Eowyn?"
She shook her head. "No I'm...I'll be fine. I just need some time to rest."
She waited until he left the room, and then fell back on her bed. "Great, you just wept like a baby in front of him. Smoooooth," she reprimanded herself. She sighed. He smelled so nice, even though her nose was stuffed up by now. She fell asleep again until there was another knock at the door.
This time they didn't wait for her reply. And this time, it was Eowyn. She peeked her head inside. "My lady?" she asked unsurely in a whisper. "My lady, are you awake?"
Laura sat up. "Yes. Eowyn, is that you? Come on in!" she said, feeling much better after her second nap. She hopped off the bed and lit a few candles. (Did they have candles back then??)
"To what do I owe this pleasure?" Laura asked.
"Please forgive me, I did not mean to be so rude. Legolas told me you were not feeling well," Eowyn apologized.
"Hey, I'm just a little worn out. Really, I'm fine."
"I wanted to ask you so many questions when I saw you, but you were so tired that I never got the chance," Eowyn said quickly. "I saw four swords among the weapons that were to remain outside the Golden Hall. Am I correct that one is for each of your party?"
"Yes," Laura said, not sure at what she was getting at.
"Then is it true that you fight alongside the men in battle?" Eowyn asked anxiously.
Oh. Now it made sense. A time where women didn't fight. "Now I do. It was really hard to convince them that I could do it. In fact, I didn't even think to bring the sword. My sister secretly gave it to me before we left."
"That sounds exciting," Eowyn said.
"It is! The hardest part is getting the men to realize that you're capable of fighting."
"I know all too well what that is like, if it's not too bold to say so. I have grown up with men, learned there ways, but am still treated as a mere woman."
Seeing where this was going, Laura knew just the thing to say. "There's no shame in being a woman, Eowyn. Just let the men know that once in a while."
Eowyn smiled. She seemed to by the type of person who didn't smile often, because she had a lot of bad memories. And with the King being under Saruman's spell and letting the Orcs invade their lands, she must've been in the same boat with Laura.
"You...you come with Lord Aragorn. He is a Ranger from the North?"
She nodded. "One of the Dunedain."
Eowyn's eyes widened. "Blessed with long life?"
Laura nodded. "I met him in a village called Bree. From what I've learned so far, he's like a breath of fresh air to the falling world."
Eowyn nodded sadly. "He brings hope where all shadows of hope were long forgotten. He is..." he voice wavered and faded. Then she withdrew her eyes, excusing herself from the room quietly.
Laura stood there. What a strange encounter. Eowyn seemed very content to speak her mind, but some time during the conversation she changed. It had been the mention of Aragorn's name. She put her hand to her mouth. Eowyn had a thing for Aragorn? This wasn't good, what about her sister? She got up off the bed. Laura was much too energetic to sleep by now. She wanted to talk to Eowyn, to explain things to her. Little did she realize she'd had no contact with another female since Rivendell. How nice to see another woman again! Someone who understood her more perfectly than Legolas; someone who respected her more than Aragorn. And someone who didn't treat her as a child.
She crept down the hallway, wondering where she was and where she was going. She heard voices, and followed their source. They came from a large room. One was Gandalf's. She stood outside, listening carefully. He was talking to someone. The king? Then she heard Eowyn's voice.
"I will not risk open war on my people," King Theoden insisted.
Then she heard Aragorn speak. "Open war is upon you, whether you like it or not," he said.
"When last I looked, Theoden was king of Rohan, not Aragorn," the king said menacingly. She guessed that Legolas was there, also, standing quietly in a corner. The king said something about moving his people to a place in the mountains called Helm's Deep.
Why didn't they just fight? she wondered. She looked up. Gandalf was standing there, looking down at her. He seemed a bit irritated, but his voice sounded too relieved to be real angry with her for eavesdropping. She waved, trying to look as innocent as possible.
"I see you have made a full recovery," he said.
"Yes," she nodded. "What's Helm's Deep, anyway?" she asked curiously.
"This is not the time for questions," he said sternly as he began down the hallway.
Legolas emerged from the room next. "It is a ravine where the people will be trapped. He has decided to send them to their doom," he said, sounding annoyed with the king's decision.
"He is only trying to do what's best for his people," Aragorn reminded them.
