A/N: Here's chapter 6 'n' 7 Please tell me if i'm ok in the story, 'n if you have any suggestions


CHAPTER 6-
That morning, the three lords left Lorien and middle-earth forever. Even though Eámanë had only 
known her real father for only a week, she rested her head on Legolas's shoulder and let silent 
tears fall as the three kings of old rode out of sight.
"You are weary from grief and strife, Eámanë, I can feel it." Legolas spoke gently in her ear as he 
held her close to his body. 
She remained silent. 
"Please let me ease your pain." He said desperately.
"You can do nothing for me." Eámanë said harshly, even though she wanted with all her heart to 
give herself to him who seized her so tightly. 
"Your heart aches, Eámanë, for your loss." He said, this time, turning her around and hypnotizing 
her with his deadly blue eyes. "As my lips ache to feel yours upon them." He whispered in elven 
as he slowly leaned down towards the trembling young elf maiden. Gently he enveloped her lips 
in his as he pulled her closer to him. Initially, Eámanë wanted to push away from this audacious 
man, but the more she felt, the more she wanted to feel. Soon, she was leaning back into him as 
their kiss grew in heat and intensity. 
After her father had left, and as much as she loved the company of her handmaidens, and other 
elves about the palace, Eámanë felt saddened and wished to be alone, so she rode several miles 
away from her home and there she came upon a area of twisted trees. Past the knotted, 
intertwined trees lay a cave. She suddenly became intrigued by this and hopped off her horse to 
go investigate. However, she did not get very far, for quickly 3 elven men came racing past her. 
Because she was not dressed in proper queen attire, they did not even bother to give her a 
glance. Wondering what the urgency was for, she then swiftly jumped back on Rána and followed 
closely behind the soldiers. 
Once arriving back at the capital of Lorien, the three men quickly dismounted and hurried over to 
Haldir. Eámanë observed this all from a distance, as Haldir then rushed up the long flight of steps 
towards her husband, Legolas. Several minutes later, after they did not emerge from the 
stronghold, she casually made her way toward the main gate to her home, but all of a sudden, 20 
or so elven warriors, and all the men of Eldarion burst out of the main doors. 
They looked stern and unyielding. They all mounted on horseback then she spotted Legolas and 
Eldarion and she became worried. She snuck away, out of sight and watched from the shadows 
as they all dashed out into the trees. 
Unfortunately, curiosity got the better of her and she quickly whistled for Rána and as quickly as 
she could, she was after them. Eámanë caught up to them just as she saw what they were after. 
A horde of Warg-riders, Orcs mounted top huge, hairy four-legged creatures, came swarming up 
towards them. The elves and men had just cleared the forest when Haldir caught sight of 
Eámanë. She stood there in awe as she witnessed 2 elves fall in defeat. He was on his way 
towards her to take her to safety, but Legolas beat him to it.
"Eámanë, get out of here at once!" He shouted crossly.
She remained still, slightly confused. Rána began to stomp around in fear, but she held him fast. 
"PLEASE, Eámanë!" He said, this time, getting closer and speaking softer. "Get back to where it 
is safe and our people can protect you!"
"No, I can stay and fight!" She shouted back angrily.
"My lady, get out of here, this is not the place for you!" Rúmil, brother to Haldir, said, charging up 
towards her.
"They will take you back!" Legolas shouted as he shot down 2 more orcs. 
"I do not care for what you have to say, I will not leave you!" Eámanë shouted amongst the other 
noises.
"Go, please. Do this for me, Eámanë. GO!" Legolas yelled as he leapt upon his horse and 
regained his footing. Then, looking over at her, he wielded his mount around and rode up beside 
her. "Please, my love. Save yourself and protect our people." He said, this time his beautiful blue 
eyes looking sadly into her's. Then suddenly he leaned over and met in a hard, passionate kiss 
that left them both breathless.
She stared after him as he and the other elven warriors charged off to meet the orcs head-on.
"My lady?" Rúmil yelled, as he was already several feet ahead of her. "My lady, please come." 
Still she did not tear her gaze from Legolas's retreating back. Hotly, she breathed and tight was 
her jaw as she looked back once again towards the borders of Lorien. Then, spurring away as 
fast as she could she rode towards Caras Galadhon. Several marchwardens, including Haldir and 
Rúmil galloped quickly behind her, but she knew tricks that they did not and unexpectedly, she 
headed off towards an opening that she knew of. They 8 soldiers were quick on her trail. Once 
slamming to a halt in the middle of this opening she furiously ran about it, kicking up leaves and 
dirt and rapidly obliterating her tracks. At this, she tore off in another direction. 
She urged Rána on, as she sped off to her borders. The elves were headed to meet the moving 
army of Orcs near the border of Lorien to the Southeast. She was heading dead east towards her 
past home. She knew of her duty to her newfound kingdom, however she would not let her other 
family parish.
As she broke free of the Golden Woods she suddenly came across the small, but yet harsh 
battle. It was only about 100 yards away from her. She looked desperately at the fallen men of 
Eldarion and of Lorien. Her gaze grew more intense as she looked around madly for Legolas. 
She did not see him and her heart began to race. Without a moment's hesitation she yanked the 
reigns in the direction of the fight, approaching it from the North. 
Armed in full battle attire, and her long ebony black hair tucked back inside her cloak. She 
instantly grabbed the intricate bow of the Galadhrim and quickly fixed a long feathered arrow in it 
and releasing, shot an Orc dead in the back of the neck. He fell with a painful shriek, and as 
quickly as he was down, 3 more followed. She placed the reigns in between her teeth and 
continued at a quick cantor as she let loose 5 more arrows that expertly met their mark. 
Once in the midst of all the disorder, she drew out her long, pearl-hilted, curved sword and began 
slashing her way towards her people on the other side.
Eámanë yelled excitedly in elvish as she spotted Eldarion, for this is what she lived for. He looked 
up curiously, looking for the source of such a sound, and then once setting eyes on her, his face 
fell and went pale. His eyes were terrified and he looked at if he was ready to scream something 
but if fell on deaf ears.
Out of the corner of her eye she saw a savage looking Orc mounted on top of a Warg riding 
speedily towards her. In a flash she halted and just as the beast leapt towards her, she thrust her 
sword deep into its gaping mouth. It roared in agony as it fell out of mid-air. She then sheathed 
her bloody sword and began to make her way towards Eldarion. Suddenly a cry tore her away 
from her goal. A cry that sounded like nothing she had ever heard before. It was the cry of an elf. 
She looked madly about her in search of that voice, fearing the worst. Then unexpectedly she 
was stopped suddenly by an orc that leapt onto the back of her horse and now had his jagged 
dagger at her neck. They both hit the ground hard after her horse reared out of panic. She was 
able to land on top of the creature, which in turn knocked the wind out of him momentarily. She 
struggled out of his grasp, her neck cut but not deeply. She ran over to a dying elf named Arion to 
see if he was alive. She heard the wiz of the arrow and before she could move it embedded itself 
deep into her shoulder. The blinding pain was only worsened by the fire nettle and nightshade 
that had been on the arrow and her vision fogged from the fast working agent. She caught sight 
of Legolas but already her hearing was cloudy and her senses dulled. She blacked out just as 
Legolas picked her up. Looking over her quickly he noticed the poisonous arrow lodged in her 
shoulder. She slumped over his arms like dead weight.
"Oh, my sweet Eámanë, why did you not listen to me?" He said, silent tears inching down his fair 
skin.
He held her close to him, listening to her staggered breathing. 
"My lord?" Haldir said, running up to the battle scene several minutes too late. 
Straightening up, he looked up at his marchwardens and said, "Come, we must get her back to 
Caras Galadhon. I will take her with me. You get up all the rest of the wounded. Oh, and Haldir…"
"Yes, my Lord?" He said, in a quivering voice 
"I will wish to speak with you once my wife is healed. When I ask you to protect her I expect my 
commands to be carried out."
"My lord, she is a skilled rider and…"
"I do not want to hear it, Haldir. My lady is lying here wounded because you could not keep an 
eye on her. I do not wish to speak more of the matter until I know she is well." At that he placed 
her gently on his white horse then leapt up behind her, sneaking his arms around her waist and 
clutching the reigns. He looked down at her head, which was bowed still from exhaustion. 
"Narami ma su ni!" He yelled wearily in anger and sadness at his white steed and raced off back 
into the Golden Wood. 
Once safe back at the Lorien palace, Legolas never left the side of his ailing queen. The arrow 
was removed without much strife and now she was resting peacefully. The poisons that the arrow 
had inflicted upon lingered but the elvish healers were the most skilled in Middle Earth. 
Her eyes flickered momentarily and she awoke to see Legolas's intense blue eyes looking at her 
with relief. "If you'd have slept longer people might have thought you were dead." He said 
flippantly.
She smiled weakly, "I feel dead." 
He stared at her and said, " How do you feel?" 
She paused considering the question, "Better now, much better than I was doing out there."
She saw his tattered bloodstained clothing and said, "What happened to you, fighting wars all by 
yourself again?" 
He cocked his head, "Maybe." 
"You are hurt," she observed quietly.
"Nothing that will not heal." He scoffed
"Why did you not listen to me, Eámanë?" 
She smiled feebly, "You needed me." She stared intently back at him. 
"You're right. I do need you. I need you alive and safe and here!" She looked down embarrassed 
at what he implied. "Or was it that you just missed me?" He mused lightly.
"Alright, I missed you," she said brushing the question off as if it met nothing. 
He smiled at her, his eyes revealing his affection for her. "Good cause the next time you do 
something like that, I will be the one to shoot you in the back with a poison arrow!" She looked up 
and saw his concern. He was so worried about her and that he didn't want her to take any 
unnecessary risks without him. 
Eámanë had always been independent and supposedly complete on her own. But now that 
Legolas was here he caused her to see the void in her life that had never been fulfilled. At first 
there attraction had been merely physical, a fascination about how the other looked and moved. 
But now it was deeper, a combining of their souls that made her dependent on him, and him love 
her so desperately that he could bear life without her. These things had gone unsaid, but each 
knew it was there. He bent down and kissed her forehead softly and mouthed I love you and then 
stepped out. She felt at peace and fell back to sleep no longer troubled or in pain.