Disclaimer: I know I don't bother with them.. but this isn't a normal one. I'd like to say that I nicked the idea of an elven bond of a couple of other stories..
But many THE BOND by Thuriniel.. that is a brilliant story! If you like Legolas at all.. I really recommend you read it!
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Chapter Ten: Between Love and Hate
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Or: Of long winded conversations and Interludes with Éowyn.
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Slowly the world swum into focus.
She was in a bed, with soft sweet smelling sheets and fat pillows. She was still dressed, and her hair was half covering her face. Her head was pounding and her mouth felt dry. It appeared she had over indulged.
Éowyn rolled over so she lay on her back. Her eyes flew open.
There were arms….a man's arms wrapped around her waist.
They moved a little at her sudden movement and she felt fingers begin to trace circles on her hip.
Slowly, her heart beating very rapidly she let her gaze slide from the offending tanned limbs up to the face of their owner.
A pair of vivid green eyes rimmed with gold stared at her. A young man, who looked to be around her age, was lying right next to her. He was very handsome and instantly recognisable as one of Sarah's kin. He had tanned golden skin and short chestnut hair, which was currently hanging in his eyes. He wore an undone shirt made of some golden material and black pants fastened with a huge golden buckle. Her eyes slipped down to his bare chest against Éowyn's will. She blushed and pulled her gaze down to his hand that lay on her hip. She focused on one of his rings, avoiding his gaze. After all, he was obviously fae, the Valar knew what bewitchments he might put on her.
Éowyn vaguely remembered him from whatever she'd been doing last night, but a name escaped her entirely.
She glanced up at his face again and groaned to herself, horrified to awaken in such a position.
But then the man's face broke into a wide smile, revealing small white pointed teeth.
"Good morning Éowyn."
She paused, halting a scream in her throat. This person seemed friendly enough… Her pounding head made impossible to recall the nights events however.
"Erm.. sorry.. do I know you?"
The man laughed softly, "Wow, you really must have put away a lot last night! You don't even remember me!"
The woman licked her dry lips and gently pulled his arms from around her, "Well.. I'm not accustomed to waking with strange men in my bed…"
He shook his head, "Fear not Lady, there was no infringement upon your honour on my behalf."
Éowyn silently mulled over his words, the fact that they were both dressed and her hang over. She decided to believe him. "I should hope not. Now.. pardon me, but who are you sir?"
He smiled "Why I am offended lady! Do you really not remember?"
Éowyn eyes darted around the room and she sat up. Her head spun and she fought the urge to vomit. "Nay, I fear not… oh.. I think I shall be sick…"
The man quickly sat up. "Oh I'm sorry Éowyn, I forgot that you would no doubt be ill. Hang on, I think Sarah keeps her stuff in her bedroom, I shall get you something."
He stood and quickly left the room, turning down the hall to where Sarah's room was.
Éowyn groaned and lay back down, closing her eyes to block out the way the room spun.
She could hear voices, it sounded as though there was at least a dozen people out in Sarah's apartments. There was crashing sound, a lot of swearing and then, after what seemed like an eternity of pain and misery and nausea, the Fae returned. He quickly shut the door and locked it.
There was some banging as people tried to get in.
He smiled at Éowyn and sat down beside her on the bed. "Sorry about that, the others saw what I had and they want it." He turned and faced the door, "You can have it in a minute!"
He shook his head and turned back to the girl, "Now, just swallow one of these. They make you sleepy, but if you can stay awake you'll be fine in no time."
Éowyn looked suspiciously at the white pill he offered her. "What is it?"
The fae shrugged, "Just medicine… It's very rare though... gets rid of hang-overs."
Éowyn figured it couldn't be any worse then her heaving stomach and pounding head, so she eventually accepted it.
He smiled, made a flicking movement with his hand and a glass of orange juice appeared in his grasp. He passed it to Éowyn.
She nodded her thanks and after a moments hesitation swallowed the tiny pill.
The juice was cold and sweet, she guzzled it thirstily.
"Thank you."
"That's quite alright. Would you care to join me for breakfast my lady?"
Éowyn stifled a yawn. "Surely some food will do me good.. oh.. I am so tired though.."
The fae smirked, "well, we can't have you dozing off now can we.."
Éowyn frowned at his suspicious expression. Before she could react he had grabbed her and thrown her over his shoulder.
She let out one of her ungodly shrieks.
"Idris! Put me down this instant!!"
He ignored her and headed to the door. Outside were three rather pale, sickly looking sidhe. They looked up at Idris pleadingly. He shook his head, "you young'uns shouldn't drink so much. Here." He threw the little plastic bottle at them.
Éowyn, the effects of her medicine not yet in full force began to feel rather ill. Pounding on his back she screamed at Idris, "if you do not put me down this instant you shall regret it as I feel quite sick!"
"Nonsense! You have remembered my name, obviously the medicine is working, I'm sure you'll be fine!"
He headed off down the hall towards the lounge.
Éowyn, who really felt she would throw up any instant went limp, "Idris, please, I'm going to be sick."
The fae sighed, "fine!" and put her down unceremoniously on a leather couch next to a sleeping girl.
Éowyn fanned herself and took in deep breaths, glaring at Idris.
Around her were about ten people. A few were curled up sleeping, others were still apparently drinking over at Sarah's bar, while others were drinking coffee and talking amongst themselves.
Idris headed over to the bar and slapped one of the still intoxicated fae on the back. The man gave a great drunken yell and pulled him into a hug, "I love you Idris! You're my best friend…"
Idris patted him on the back, "Thank you…"
The drunk released him and turned to see Éowyn, "oh! You've got Sarah's pretty little friend!" He turned to Idris and 'whispered' in a very loud voice, "Now Sarah's got herself that pretty-boy, I s'pose you've gotta move on ey?.. Hey did you see the way he was sleeping? His eyes were, like, OPEN.. crazy.."
Idris shrugged, "I don't care. Sarah and I broke up months ago."
His friend laughed, "you mean she dumped you months ago.."
The fae's face darkened and he shoved his friend into the bar. "Shut it."
Éowyn's eyes widened. She was liking Idris less and less every moment.
The girl beside her, who had woken and was watching the proceedings with quietly from bright fairy eyes, whispered to Éowyn, "I'd be mindful of Idris…" Then she stood and silently left the room, heading towards the lift.
Éowyn suddenly wished very much that she was at home. The people here were all so confusing. Sarah was the only person she felt was open and honest. Everyone else in the room, all of Sarah's friends, who'd been funny and witty when Éowyn was drunk now all seemed to be watching her out of the corners of their eyes. Calculating. Plotting.
She shuddered.
A hand landed on her shoulder. She gasped and spun around. Idris was staring at her, but he didn't seem so friendly to her now. He was just a scheming ex-lover, probably using her to get back at Sarah or something.
"Lady Éowyn, do you know who this Legolas, who is currently so cozy in Sarah's bed, is? Are you related perhaps? You both have blond hair and blue eyes after all.. distant cousins?"
Éowyn frowned, unsure of how much she should tell the man, she couldn't remember what Sarah had told her friends about Legolas the night before.
"Er.. no. he is from a land quite… distant… to my own."
"Scandinavia?"
"Yes… he is…." Éowyn tried in vain to remember the country Sarah had claimed Legolas came from. "…Swedish..?"
"Ah. He is a noble then?"
Éowyn's eyes darted around the room, "Er.. not exactly…"
"He is a commoner?!"
The fae frowned.
"No, no! He's a prince."
Idris' eyes widened, "Really? A prince… interesting…" He paused and looked of into the distance, plotting, for a moment, "Now Lady Éowyn, shall we go get some breakfast? We can speak more perhaps?"
Éowyn stood and pasted her most diplomatic smile on her face, "Nay my lord, I think I shall go see Sarah."
She quickly darted around him and walked quickly down the hall.
The great double doors that opened onto Sarah's bedchamber were only a few meters away when she felt hands close around her waist. Before she knew what was happening she was shoved against the nearest wall. Her head connected with the jagged edge of a heavy picture frame with a sudden flare of pain. She squeezed her eyes shut as her head spun and her ears rang. She knew Idris was hissing something at her, but she was in too much pain to listen to his words.
Idris, seeing that she was ignoring him, raised his voice a bit. When there was still no reaction, he began to shake her. Blue eyes flickered open. But rather then stare fearfully as he had expected, they glared at him.
Her voice, when she spoke, as loud and indignant rather than scared and timid. "What do you think you are doing!?"
Idris frowned for a moment, his 'smile' twisting into a grimace. "What you want me to do lady Éowyn."
Then he was forcing his lips over hers, his tongue trying to gain entrance to her mouth. She could smell stale cigarette smoke and sweat clinging to him. His hands gripped her painfully, bruising her flesh. Éowyn clenched her teeth shut and pushed against him with all her might. Eventually he gave up and pulled away. Éowyn stared at him in shock and disbelief before slapping him as hard as she could across the face.
"How dare you!"
Idris touched a hand to his reddened cheek and glared at her, "How dare I!? You've got some nerve lady Éowyn! You don't have a drop of noble blood in you! You might be pretty enough, but your eyes aren't fae and you've got no magic. You nothing but a commoner, a full blooded mortal! Who are you to so much as touch me?"
Éowyn stood up straight. She was the same height as Idris. "I have no fae blood, that's true. But my mortal ancestors were kings. Who are you, some worthless noble to presume you may kiss a daughter of kings?"
Idris stared at her, slightly dumb founded. Éowyn did seem very regal and powerful to him at that moment.
Before he could collect his senses she spun on her heel and strode into Sarah's room, slamming the door behind her.
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Sarah opened her eyes. She was warm and comfortable. Lifting her head she saw she was lying in her bed, her legs entwined with Legolas'. She had also flung an arm rather ungracefully over him. Her hair felt like a huge tangled mess, and her mouth as papery and dry, but her hang-over had vanished.
Disentangling herself from the elf beside her she yawned and stretched. Legolas lay unmoving, his unfocused eyes gazing at the ceiling high above. She smiled softly, taking in his beautiful face relaxed in slumber, his eyes unfocused. His hair was spread out on the pillow around him like a braided halo, and there was what appeared to be a smear of lipstick on his chin. Sarah smiled and lay watching him for a few moments.
Eventually she sat, scratched her scalp and rolled out of bed. She wandered off into her private bathroom. The sight which greeted her from the mirror was rather unsettling. She had smears of make-up under each eye, her long hair had half come out of her braids and formed big messy curls and to top it all of, a large pimple had formed on her chin. She sighed and began removing all traces of the night before from her face.
Deciding her hair looked alright curled she fixed it so it hung in big smooth curls and glared at the pimple until it vanished. She then realised she wanted a shower and doing her hair was pointless.
Sighing she stripped of her shirt and underwear and walked over to the corner of the room which formed an open shower.
She smiled as the hot water hit her skin. She hadn't had a chance to shower in almost a week!
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Legolas' eyes swum into focus. He was staring up at a smooth flawlessly white ceiling high above his head. For a moment he forgot where he was. Then he sat slowly and took in the view of London in the weak afternoon sunshine. He instantly remembered the odd events of the day, and night before. He stretched and looked around for Sarah. The lavish room appeared to be empty however, (save for a bottle of strong smelling liquor that lay spilt near the door). Leaning back against the headboard of Sarah's bed he reflected on the fact that his headache and illness had vanished completely. He felt sticky and there was still the dryness in his throat from drinking too much, but all in all he felt fine. He hoped Sarah would return from where ever she was soon however, he had yet to speak to her of their deepening bond and how he had ended up in her world.
Concentrating he focused his mind on her. After a few moments he sensed her. She was in a room nearby. She was also apparently singing. Legolas frowned, 'what is she doing?.. does she ever stop singing and humming?'…
To his surprise, Sarah's voice echoed back through his head in response, 'Hey! I do not sing all the time... and I'm bathing for your information... Something apparently not as appreciated in your world as it is in mine.. smelly elf… '
Legolas smiled at her jest, despite the increased worry he felt at this new ability. Their bond was growing very strong indeed. Very few elves could speak with their minds save Galadriel and her kin. He would have to speak with Sarah now. It would not do to leave it until it was too late. She was so young. It would not be fair to trap her in an elven marriage bond. She would be stuck with him for all eternity.
He sighed sadly and rose, walking across the room and looking out over the city before him. He tried to sort out exactly what was going on with Sarah and himself in his mind. He was unsure of many things, but he certain of the bond between them. It was through that bond and her magic he believed he'd been able to come to this world. She had called out to him and her magic had used the bond to pull him to her side.
He knew he would have to sever that bond however. It was growing far to quickly. At the thought of ending whatever it was he had with Sarah, a great sadness welled up inside of him. Living his life without her at his side seemed to him to be the most horrible fate imaginable. He tried to reason with his heart, 'but if you don't end the bond you will probably end up getting yourself, or Sarah killed during the war. And what if you lose? Sarah would probably fade…'
He was so caught up in these thoughts, that he didn't hear Sarah enter the room, and she was able to sneak up behind him.
She paused a foot from him, admiring the lean line of his bare back and the way his jeans hugged his narrow hips. She noted he still had a big white bandage over his shoulder. She smirked, 'I wonder if he remembers that..' With his braided pirate hair he looked like some sort of rock star, and she was quite partial to those… Before he noticed her she suddenly lunged at him with a yell and wrapped her arms around him.
He flinched and spun around in her arms, ready to defend himself against an attacker.
When he was greeted with Sarah's bright smile and her shining violet eyes, he instantly broke into a smile. She was wearing a pair of tight faded jeans with a thick leather belt with a huge brass buckle, which flared slightly over a pair of brown tooled cowboy boots. A narrow strip of tanned midriff showed beneath the black cotton of her tight buttoned up long-sleeve western-style shirt and a white cowboy hat completed her outfit. She smelt of sweet light perfume and her skin glowed from her shower.
"You startled me Sarah."
"Well, you owed me, always sneaking around…"
Legolas pouted, "I do not sneak."
"Oh no, of course not. Prince Legolas would never to something so lowly as sneak. I suppose you are merely naturally graceful and stealthy?"
The elf smiled, "I could not have put it better myself."
Sarah rolled her eyes, pushing a thick auburn curl behind her ear.
Legolas raised a hand and threaded it through the hair. It was smooth and gave of that particular flowery perfume of roses. He let the glossy strands slide over his long fingers. Her odd hat slid from her head to the marble with a soft thud. He was fast forgetting about his much-needed talk with her regarding their bond as his mind slipped to far more pleasurable alternatives to fill in the afternoon in her company.
Her head tilted towards his hand and her eyes slid half-closed. The line of her neck was revealed to him, the soft skin still marked with red scratches and bruises from his previous attentions. He stared at the marks with awe, wondering how he could have marred something so lovely. He let a finger trace softly from her shoulder up along her collar-bone until his thumb rested in the hollow of her throat, feeling the pulse of her blood underneath her skin.
She began to sway slightly on her feet, his attentions seemed to affect her as a charmer does a snake. She leant forward, resting her head against his chest in an embrace. Legolas pulled her closer, a feeling of contentment washing over him as he held her, so warm and soft, within his arms.
He whispered her name and her small hands come to rest upon his broad shoulders. She looked up at him with wide eyes and soft lips parted. Legolas could see desire written across her face and was quick to respond to it, pulling her up so his lips met with hers.
She whimpered slightly as his tongue met hers, wrapping her arms around his neck and returning his attentions.
He was not sure how long they stood like that, entranced by her taste and the velvety warmth of her mouth, but the spell was instantly broken when a soft disdainful voice spoke from across the room.
"Charming as this little scene is, I'm afraid I shall have to break it up."
Sarah stiffened in Legolas' arms, a soft groan of dread coming from her throat, but instead of looking at the speaker, as Legolas did, she burrowed her head against his chest.
Across the room, resplendent in a green and silver silk shirt over tailored pants and tall boots stood a tall blonde-haired elf with a glass of something in one hand.
Legolas' eyes widened. This was not one of Sarah's kin. It was a Sindarin elf. He was certain.
"Who are you!?"
The elf smiled softly and strolled across the room, taking a sip from the glass he held, "well if you have forgotten me Prince Legolas, I should hope my daughter has not."
Sarah sighed and twisted in Legolas' arms so she faced her father, but her hands still clung to Legolas. 'this is Sarah's father?!'
Her voice echoed quietly back in his head, 'yes, unfortunately..'
"Yes father. What did you want?"
Maxime smirked, "Well, I've been trying to speak to you of your boyfriend here, you see, there's something you really ought to know about him."
Legolas frowned, "Who are you? You say you are Sarah's father, but you are an elf."
He raised an eyebrow, "You really do not remember me?" he paused, "Have I changed that much in this last millenia?"
Legolas stared hard at the tall elf that stood before him. Suddenly he knew who he was staring at. His eyes widened and he gasped. "You.."
Maxime smiled widely, "Ah! I see your memory hasn't failed you after all Prince."
Sarah glanced back at Legolas, "Oh my god. You are an elf aren't you father!? You knew Legolas' name when Éowyn and I spoke of him… how..?"
"Come now daughter, why do you think you were able to travel to Middle Earth when no others in this world ever have? Because of your blood. Because I was born there."
Legolas tightened his arms around Sarah, pulling her closer, "How did you end up here Malris?"
Maxime smirked, "Please Legolas, Malris is dead, I am Maxime de Málnoir."
Sarah groaned in disbelief, "What are you saying father?! You are an elf of Legolas' kin?"
"Really Sarah, sometimes you are as foolish as your mother." He sighed dramatically, "Fairies.. so vapid.. Of course I am an elf."
Legolas' glare intensified, "Don't speak to Sarah like that murderer."
Maxime gave a false little laugh, "Murderer is it? Still believing Thranduil's delusional little tales I see?"
Legolas growled, "What do you mean Malris?!"
Sarah glanced between the two elves, her fear at an open brawl growing, and she knew that with his magic her father would probably kill Legolas easily.
Maxime waved his free hand gracefully and three gilt chairs appeared. He leisurely took a seat, swirling his drink in its glass. "Please, take a seat."
Legolas and Sarah made no motion to move.
"Ah, silly me, I suppose a love seat would have been more appropriate." He glanced at the chairs he had summoned, and they became a single couch, "You two looked so sweet all wrapped up in each other's arms this morning, I didn't have the heart to disturb you, you looked so peaceful. Now I've come back when you're awake, the least you could do is be civil. Now, take a seat. There are things that must be said."
Sarah sensed coercion in the tone of her voice and found herself obeying, meekly taking a seat beside Legolas.
Legolas glared at the other elf, "Don't use your magic tricks on me Malris. I know you are nothing but a murderer and a traitor, not one of the Istari."
Maxime shrugged, "Again Prince, please, my name is Maxime de Málnoir. Now, the reason I was so.. upset… at news you were involved with the Prince, Sarah, is that he is in fact your brother."
The room was silent for a moment then Sarah's clear tinkling laughter filled the air. "brother!? Really father, your plots and lies grow weak in your old age! I suppose I can accept you are an elf, it does explain a lot after all, but Legolas is your son!? No, I'm afraid I'm not going to fall for that."
Legolas was silent.
Maxime shrugged, "Don't come crying to me when your firstborn has three legs then darling daughter."
Sarah paled slightly, her father appeared to be serious.
Legolas spoke in a quiet, extremely angry voice Sarah had not heard him use before. It seemed as though his voice held as much power as her father's. " I care not for these foolish lies. Explain yourself Malris. Why did you kill my mother?"
Maxime's face saddened for a moment, "Well Prince, I may not be the greatest, most caring elf around, but I can honestly tell you I did not harm a single hair on Armîr's golden head."
Legolas was on his feet, and had pulled Maxime from his chair, spilling his drink, before Sarah could blink, "You lie."
Maxime stared him openly, and for once in his life, honestly, in the eye, "Nay. Sometimes I wish it was a lie. That it had been my hand on the knife. But it was not."
Legolas stared at him in disbelief, he seemed to be telling the truth. "What of her hand maiden's then?"
Maxime pushed himself away from Legolas and looked longingly at his empty glass for a moment before replying, "Yes I admit that. I did kill her maids."
Legolas lip curled in disgust, "You butchered nine ladies of the court!? One of them was your own niece!"
Maxime shrugged, "what can I say? Love makes a man do crazy things."
Sarah gasped, "This true!? You murdered nine women!"
Maxime's daughter stood and backed away from him.
"Why should Legolas believe you did not kill his mother as well!?"
"Why would I? I was in love with her. Thranduil stole her from me. He had been my closest friend all our lives and when Armir fell in love with me he was jealous beyond reason."
Legolas shook his head, his braids and beads rattling slightly, "Stop it! Lies! I do not have to listen to this!"
Maxime rose and walked rapidly up to Legolas, his voice low like a snake's, "Yes you do! By all that you hold dear, for my daughter's sake if not your own, you will listen to what I have to say, or so help me I will kill you both rather than have you bring shame upon the name I have made in this world!"
Sarah crossed her arms angrily, "Oh yes, your precious reputation! Silly me! I nearly forgot!"
Her father's jaw clenched, "If you will not willingly listen I will merely bind you. That is your choice."
He returned to his seat and regarded them with a delicate eye-brow raised.
Sarah sighed, she did not feel like being bound by a charm, "Very well. Have your fun, tell your little story, we will listen."
She to returned to her seat, and after another moment had passed so did Legolas.
Her father flicked a hand and a fresh drink of what Sarah identified as Gin and Tonic appeared in his tall glass. She rolled her eyes. "Gin now? Really father, you could at least try to drink something manly once in awhile.. maybe some whiskey.. or beer even.."
Maxime sighed, "Sarah, if you do not shut that pretty little mouth of yours I'll shut it for you."
Legolas let out a low growl.
Maxime turned to him, "And you! Act you age!…" He trailed off muttering to himself, "… really… bonding to a 19 yr old… shameful…"
Legolas had the good grace to blush slightly, it appeared Maxime saw his weaknesses straight away.
After a moment he spoke again, "Now that I have your attention, allow me to explain a few things."
He paused and drank from his glass, "Now, you are no doubt aware that your father and I were best friends Legolas? After all, I was practically an uncle to you in your youth. What you do not know however was the true circumstances surrounding your parents marriage."
Legolas listened with a bored look on his handsome face.
"I had been courting your mother for nigh on 60 yrs when your father proposed to her. After 3 yrs of indecision she agreed to marry him and ended her affair with me. I was heart broken obviously, but I did not fade, rather the Valar saw fit to let me live and witness Thranduil wed my bonded mate."
Again he paused, his face seemed saddened in a way Sarah had not seen before, he never showed any emotion. "You cannot imagine how painful it was. It drove me close to insanity, for though I despised Thranduil for taking Armir, I knew she had willingly chosen him. And I found I could not hate them, for I loved them both.. your father was like a brother to me… So I suffered in silence, hiding my pain, hoping in time it would pass. I might well still be living in Greenwood today, your mother alive and well, had I not discovered one small fact."
Maxime drained the last of his drink, "I had learnt to deal with the pain of rejection and betrayal, but when I overheard Armir talking with her hand-maidens in the gardens one afternoon as I was riding, I discovered something that I simply could not … control. Armir was talking of your resemblance to me. This was not particularly of interest to me, many had commented on it before, but blonde hair and blue eyes are hardly rare amongst our people. So I decided to continue on my ride and not make my presence know when your mother said, and I remember it as if it were yesterday, 'Yes, I thank the Valar everyday that Thranduil does not suspect he is not the father!'
Legolas and Sarah were silent. "I fear I lost all sanity. There is only so much an elf can handle, losing the woman you love to your closest friend is bad enough, but learning that they have raised your only son right under your nose is entirely different. I was consumed with rage. I killed the maids, I did not even realise who they were, or that my own sister's daughter lay dead among them until it was too late. Armir tried to reason with me, claiming that you were not my son, that I had misheard. But I knew… I knew how she lied… and it hurt me more than anything…"
Legolas stared at the elf in open shock and disbelief, "No.. no it cannot be true…"
Sarah stood and knelt before he father, violet and silver eyes searching his cold blue, her voice quiet and broken, "Is this really truth father?… is Legolas my …brother?"
Her father nodded slowly, "Aye. I fear it is so."
The girl stood and backed slowly away from the elves. To her they now seemed so alike as to resemble brothers. Her heart beat rapidly and she felt as though the world was spinning. Legolas was looking at her with a mixture of shock, horror and despair. Her vision was turning black, the room was fading. She knew she was close to fainting.
She crumpled to the floor, hyperventilating. Her father sighed, "Fae. A foolish, dramatic race. Would that I had married a mortal… and not had such a flighty delicate child."
Legolas moved to her side to help her to her feet. She struggled in his grasp and pulled away, her breath still coming in deep gasps.
"Oh god! This can't be happening!"
Legolas tried to reassure her but she would not let him near her. "No! You are my brother.. my brother…"
She stared about her room with wide eyes. She wished fervently that everything was as it had been the day before. She wished that she and Éowyn were in Rohan and Legolas off.. wherever he had been… that everything was as it had been… That she did not feel as though her heart was being ripped in two… Then she passed out.
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A large, obese white rabbit sat twitching its whiskers on Lady Éowyn's bed. It was rather unnerved by its surroundings. One minute it had been off.. somewhere… doing its own thing.. and now it was in a truly odd place that smelt of straw and horses.
There was a sudden deafening BOOM ing noise, and then two woman landed on the bed on either side of the rabbit. It gave a startled little hop-jump and scooted up the bed to cower on a pillow.
Ladies Éowyn and Sarah had returned to Rohan.
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AN: Okies peeps.. another chappy!!
As you can see, certain things were half-resolved in this chappy but I won't explain other..
Stuff.. that has happened.. it will spoil my fun..
Heh heh…
Lady Macbeth1- thank you for those pointers… I am too lazy to go through and change stuff now… but if you see any more
Stuff-ups with my shitty French, please, warn me- cheers.
SkystheLimit- you're amusing as always! And there there.. I'm sure you have wonderful plots and delightful grammar!
Kat- (If you are still bothering to read this) Okay, rarely will I say this so listen up SORRY. I was slightly pissed off that my chapter had magically vanished,
And for some reason your review made me snap. I got this image of a vapid teenybopper (um, like, where's your chapter?) which I can see from your grasp of english IS NOT TRUE. So yes, excuse the pms'ing please?
Maureen- sorry, I was thinking of some classical thing they taught me in piano lessons…*shudders* no.. I am not cool… I am not a rocker.. *cries*
Show-jumper- er.. my sister has a pony? Does that count?… no..? damn.
Hitchcock, Jade Limil, GreeneyedGoddess /anyone interested in a plot..- fear not! All shall be revealed! MWAH-HA-HA-HA!!
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