Tinioniel, now dressed in soft lilac attire, made her way to the dinning area, hoping that he was there. She stopped her quickly paced steps when she saw someone standing by a window. His blonde hair occasionally got picked up by the wind, sending his scent to her; his scent of a summer day. Legolas' eyes panned across the misty horizon, dreaming of something, as he sighed into the wind. Tinioniel saw that he was unusually monotonous, and she would try to make his spirits rise.
"Legolas?" He did not move. She assumed that with such vivid hearing, he had heard her coming before she saw his body.
"Look at the rain. I have probably seen more then 20 times my age the rain fall, but it still amazes me; it still soothes me." Tinioniel agreed silently. 'So he was not depressed, he was just watching the rain.'
"I am sorry to disturb you."
"You did not, so do not apologize." They fell into silence once again, and Tinioniel started to back away from him, not wanting to be an annoyance when he was trying to relax. She made her way once more towards a room that she thought Eomer might be in, but to her disappointment, he was no where to be found. A woman passed by, and Tinioniel stopped her. The lady turned and looked into Tinioniel's eyes, and Tinioniel was taken back. The color of the woman's hair and the shape of her face brought back scenes of Brewia. Tears slowly formed in her eyes, but she pushed these thoughts aside.
"Excuse me, but do you know where I can find Captain Eomer?" The lady gently shook her head 'no'. "Thank you." That woman really did strike a resemblance to Brewia and could easily be mistaken for her, but that was in the past. No one would think about Brewia now that she was gone. Tinioniel concentrated more on finding Eomer but her attempts were fruitless. The only other place he could be was outside in the storm.
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Eomer could not sleep that night. He wanted to tell Tinioniel everything, but he held back. He wanted to tell her how mean he was, until he met her. That day was the first day he had laughed in a long while. Her presence itself was luminous and her smile put the sun to shame. Her eyes held far more beautiful stars then even the heavens, and not even elves could be compared with her soft silky skin. Her hands were not calloused, and her petite frame seemed delicate, as if it would break if it were merely touched. To him, she was all of his senses. She was all that he thought about, all night long he had wanted to go to her room and just talk with her, to hear her joyful voice; to see her sparkling eyes. Even memories of her could not capture her radiant presence. 'She is as perfect as she can be, why should I even bother? She's got the best of everything I have ever known.' Eomer had not left his room that entire day, and it was getting later in the morning. He stood from an old chair, and walked over to a window, where he watched the rain come down in heavier sheets. Then, a laugh filled his ears, and his attention was drawn to the ground, a ways below him. He smiled as he saw Tinioniel dancing below him in the rain. Her hair stuck to her face as she spun around, and yet, even in this state, she was still beautiful.
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Tinioniel was sodden with the rain, as she went outside. The pureness of it all, the sweet smells, all of it conciliated her. A small laugh escaped her, as she lifted her face towards the ominous heavens, letting the dazzling mizzle caress her face, allowing it to drip into her mouth, and taste its dulcet, flavorless substance and moisten her lips. Tranquility poured down like the rain, as thunder and lightning spilt the sky in undetermined intervals.
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Eomer watched her, the rain soaking her light face and ginger hair. 'I want to see her, closer. I want to feel her hand in mine.' Eomer thought. He smiled and threw on a cloak, as he made his way to the door.
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Legolas looked down at the courtyard and saw Tinioniel wandering in the rain. He was confused why she was out there, but his questions were answered when she laughed. She enjoyed the rain as much as he did. Tinioniel raised her face to the sky and extended her hands and arms gracefully. She tilted her hands towards the firmament, and caught the rain in them. Legolas continued to watch her. Tinioniel seemed like a child in many ways, but also wise beyond her years. Her childish side, which was showing through now, was not spoiled or selfish, but instead curious and unblemished by society's harsh hands of greed and egotism. Her older side, her wise side, was still sweet, but also knowing and caused her to have an intensity, almost matching those of his own family; elves. So many fascias to her, and each one more interesting then the last. Eomer and Tinioniel were lucky; lucky to be able to love another person. His feelings did not lie in a person, and it hurt him.
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"Lady Tinioniel? Come inside! You will fall ill!" The brogue of a man told Tinioniel instantly who it was.
"I care not Gimli. You should come out here! It is wonderful!" Tinioniel smiled widely, feeling the rain hitting her exposed teeth. Gimli grunted and walked out in the rain to her. He shrugged his shoulders and looked up at her closed eyes.
"What is the big deal? I do not feel any better. I feel wet."
"Then you are dense."
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me you little man. said the ugly haggered old woman."
"Hardly a woman." Tinioniel looked at him and put her hands on her hips.
"Well then. If I am not a woman, that makes me a child."
"Yes. Yes it does." Tinioniel bent over and picked up a mound of muck.
"Then a child would think about doing this, right?" Tinioniel chucked the mud at him, splattering across his armor.
"What the hell do ya think ya are doing? Do ya know what ya are getting yourself into?" Tinioniel only tauntingly smiled. "Oh ho ho you are going to get a bunch of mud right in that pretty face!" he bent down his small figure and picked up a hefty size of mud in both hands, trying to pack it together. He hurled it towards Tinioniel's face, she in turn ducked, and he in turn got frustrated. "Damn your speed woman!"
"I am sorry, what was that? Something about hitting me in my face? How but you stop worrying about where you want to hit, and concentrate on just hitting?" Tinioniel laughed gleefully, and started to run around the courtyard.
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Legolas laughed at the sight of Gimli getting whacked with dirt. He heard them arguing, and he saw Eomer watching them in the distance.
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"It seems the Lady has you beat Gimli, accept your defeat before you get even more filthy." Gimli grunted and released a pile of fresh mud he just picked up. "I swear, the both of you act like children. Honestly, you call yourselves adults. Frankly I am ashamed. And Gimli! You can not aim to save your life!"
"Don't ya talk to me like that you old grimy man! You could not hit an orc within 2 feet of you!" The two stared at each other, extremely mad at the other standing opposite of them. Tinioniel laughed at them, holding on to her sides.
"Both of you are idiots!" Tinioniel stopped her laughing when she saw the two of them looking at her, with mud in both of their hands. She laughed nervously and started to back away, putting her hands up as a form of defense. "N-now look guys, I was only kidding! You do not have to throw mud at me! It's really ok! I was just going inside anyway." Eomer smiled and started to run towards her, Gimli coming around her side. She looked on worriedly, not sure what to do, but then, something strange happened. A light erupted between Eomer and Tinioniel, sending Gimli on his back in the grime. Eomer stopped his charge, and started laughing. Tinioniel laughed as well, and the both of them started to walk to Gimli to help him up. As Tinioniel and Eomer got closer still, the light flashed again, and a giant wind knocked Eomer down. Tinioniel laughed even harder at the two lying in the mud. She changed her direction and started to walk again towards Eomer. The light reappeared a third time, this time surrounding Tinioniel in a painful magenta light. The light made a mage fire course through her, burning her veins as it trailed through her. "Wh-what is happening?" Eomer scrambled on the ground, trying to reach her; trying to help her. With each inch that he gained, the fire in her burned more fiercely. "Stop! Get away from me!" Eomer seemed confused, but he backed away from her, as well as a startled Gimli. Tinioniel arched her back, feeling the pain in her as her body tightened and her face winced. The fire gradually ended its poisonous outline, and the magenta light faltered, disappearing all together. Tinioniel fell to her knees, feeling weak.
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Legolas shielded his eyes from the light that penetrated the rain, and started to back away from the window. He heard Tinioniel scream to Eomer and Gimli; the time when he started to run to her.
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"Tinioniel!" Eomer yelled, hesitant in moving any part of his body. Gimli slowly made his way to her, and the illumination did not return. Eomer took a few steps closer to Tinioniel, and she was forced back into the fire. Eomer tried to run to her, but some hidden hands held him to his place. Gimli, who was thrown backwards, called out directions.
"Eomer! Do not get closer to her!" Eomer obeyed, stopping his futile struggle with the force holding him frozen. "Get away from her!" Gimli yelled, as Tinioniel screamed out in anguish and pain. Eomer stumbled backwards into the mud, scrambling to get further away from her. The light diminished once again, and Tinioniel fell to the ground, gasping for air. Legolas ran past Eomer with his fleetness, making it seem that his elven feet did not touch the ground. Legolas cradled Tinioniel's head in his arms, trying to reawaken her. Eomer stood motionless, unable to aid Legolas in helping Tinioniel. He felt worthless. This was the second time he failed her; he could not let it happen again.
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Gandalf stood before Eomer with his eyebrows creased. Gandalf, like usual, was cloaked in monochrome robes and had his ashen hair pulled back in an ebony tie which was quite noticeable. His cerulean eyes were cast to the floor in his deep thought, and Eomer lingered in silence, but eager for a solution to an obvious problem. After an elongated time, Gandalf stood from his chair, never moving his eyes from the floor.
"Gandalf? Do you know what is wrong?"
"I have an assumption, but it is only that. It may not be correct."
"That does not matter! What can be done!" Eomer said edgily and fervently.
"You will not like what I am about to say. Eomer, Captain, sit down."