Chapter 2: Friends, Decisions, Cleanliness, and Hurts
A/N: Thanks again for everyone who reviews love ya (in the best sense of course)
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The small group stopped and stared at the wooden gates before them. The sun was beginning its descent from the sky and they wished only to be greeted by their friend.
"Who are you and why do you come to Edoras?" A guard ordered from above.
"I am Aragorn son of Arathorn and I wish to see King Éomer, as do my companions."
The guard nodded down at them. "All right I shall let you through."
They waited as the heavy wooden gates swung open to admit them. Aragorn nodded to all the guards and then began the climb to the Golden Hall.
Annadîn looked upon the small city with wide eyes. The wooden cabins were small yet becoming. She could see families sitting down and eating together. Then, at the top of the hill, she saw a large hall, and she knew it was their destination. As they climbed the stairs, she stifled a yawn that would only show weakness if the other three saw it.
"Háma it is good to see you." Aragon commented.
"Thank you my Lord, as it is to see you. I see you bring friends. I know two but not the Lady."
Aragorn lowered his tone as he spoke to Háma. "We found her on the plain and decided to stop and see if Éomer knew her. Do you?"
"Nay, I do not." Háma said while shaking his head.
Aragorn clapped his shoulder then entered the hall with the others following him. At the other end of the hall was a throne; upon it sat a man with long blonde hair.
"Aragorn!" The man cried as he saw his friend.
"Éomer it is good to see you too." The friends patted each other on the back.
"Legolas and Gimli, also!" They embraced in the same way he and Aragorn had. "But who is this?" Éomer questioned looking at the girl in clothing much too large for her. The shirt she had on was rolled at the sleeves many times, the pants also were rolled. She stood a little less than a foot taller than Gimli.
"This is Annade.no Annadier.no Annadr.no Annadnie.Annadn.oh she's Anna." Gimli said giving up at pronouncing the Elvish name for the young woman they found.
"She has been named Annadîn by Legolas here." Aragorn murmured to Éomer.
"Do not think I did not hear that." Gimli growled.
Éomer nodded his head in greetings to Annadîn, who did the same. "Come friends you must be hungry." He led them to a place where they could eat.
Annadîn looked down at her hands which where tainted a red color still. She did not want to eat but rather to bathe. Looking quickly around she caught Legolas's eye and gave him a look of discomfort.
Legolas nodded his head and turned to Éomer. "Would it be possible for Annadîn to bathe?"
"Of course!" Éomer blurted out. He called forth a maid who led Annadîn out of the room and to a place for her to wash. When out of the hall Éomer looked to his friends, "Does she talk?"
"Not that we know of." Gimli mumbled through his stew.
"She has not talked to us, but seems to communicate well through her eyes." Aragorn told.
Legolas nodded in agreement. "You do not happen to know who she is?"
"Nay, I am sorry my friend, but she has never laid a step in Edoras before this time. Where did you find her?"
"In the plains a day from here." Aragorn reported.
"I have never known one that even looked like her I am sorry."
"Do not be. We only wish to know who she is and where she hails from." Legolas murmured.
"Have you not asked?"
"The two smart ones over there have not asked such a question." Gimli tattled.
"No we have not." Legolas confirmed. "But when Aragorn asked why she was in Rohan she did not recognize the name. Nor did she recognize Gondor, the Misty Mountains, or Middle-earth."
"She is not familiar with any?" Éomer questioned with confusion in his voice.
"None." Aragorn confirmed.
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Annadîn shed her clothing and stepped into the warm bath. A small hiss escaped her lips as the water touched her. But soon the dirt was scrubbed from her skin and she was no longer covered in filth.
She lathered her hair with soap and then dunked her head under the water. When again above the water, she combed her fingers through her hair. No longer was grain imbedded with the strands, rather each piece shinned.
Carefully Annadîn pulled her leg from under the water and examined it. The imprint of a cleat was visible on her lower leg; this bruise was turning black and blue. Above her knee lay an impression of a softball the laces clearly visible. Her left ankle seemed not to be swollen any more, but it stilled pained her to keep weight on it at all times. Next, she took a small knife from the little table beside the bath. Carefully, she shaved her legs with it.
With one last sigh, Annadîn left the bathtub and pulled a towel around herself. She looked down at the clothing on the floor and grimaced. All was dirty and she wished not to place any of it back on her clean body. But before she had to decide what to do, a maid came into the room caring a plain white dress.
"We found this in the hall Lady and we believe it will fit you well."
Annadîn nodded her head in thanks and the woman left the room, with Annadîn's dirty clothes in hand. She fingered the soft material in her hands and quickly pulled it on. Doing so, she welcomed the warmth of the dress for her body was chilling fast after departing from the warm water.
Brushing her hair, Annadîn stood at the mirror in the bathroom. She looked upon the long auburn hair and gave a small smile. It was the only thing she liked about herself. Through all the change, that she had gone through both physically and within her family, her hair had remained the same. And for that she was glad.
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"How old is she?" Éomer questioned.
"We do not know." Aragorn answered.
"Around sixteen at the most." Legolas murmured. "She cannot be much older than that."
Aragorn shook his head. "I do not know. You could not tell with all that filth covering her."
"Well we must find out." Éomer stated.
Aragorn looked to the door. He heard soft footsteps that were barely audible to his ear. There, Annadîn stood in the doorway and looked upon the group. He noticed the soft red color of her hair, and the tan color of her skin. As she drew nearer he could make out a mole under left ear lob, a small one on the bottom left side of her chin, and another about mid way between the two on the jaw line. Also, there was another on her right cheek. When she sat a little distance of the group, he saw the ring on the back of the top of her right ear.
Legolas looked at Annadîn as she entered to the room. She was not a beautiful girl, and he got the sensation from her that she knew that. But neither was she with out fair features. He guessed that a man would call her pretty but he was not sure. There was an almost dead look about her, that pulled and beauty from her.
He studied her features trying to think like a mortal. She had hazel eyes that now looked blue, yet they were slightly different sizes but medium in general shape. Her nose was small and straight. Her lips were very red with the bottom full lip and the top a little less. The skin was tanned and there were moles upon her face. On her cheek and chin line. He shook his head, he did not know now what a man would think of this girl but he could feel that she was not looked upon regularly.
Annadîn fingered her earring for a moment. She looked quickly upon Legolas and Aragorn feelings their gaze upon her. As soon as her eye's gaze fell upon them, they looked away. She did not like having them look upon her. No one did, why now, in this strange place. The hall then caught her attention and she looked around it, always coming back to the throne and the King who usually sat upon it.
One thing repeated in her mind. What was she doing her and where was here? She did not mind being in this alien place. It brought her peace to look upon land that was not covered with buildings or roads. But it unsettled her that she had gone from a softball field to the middle of nowhere. Her thoughts were broken though when a bowl of stew was set before her. She nodded her thanks and continued to think.
The men that had found her had not hurt her as she assumed they might have. She could tell that they did not exactly trust her, but they were not going to leave her. It seemed that they, like her, only wanted to find out who the other was. The man, Aragorn, was in charge she knew. And he wished to figure her out. Like Aragorn, the Elf, Legolas, also wished to find out who she was, this did not escape her. He seemed more compassionate than Aragorn though, why she did not yet know. And lastly, the Dwarf was very amusing. He did not seemed too greatly troubled by her and rather seemed to pay her no mind. She liked this since it was what she was used to.
The conversation between the men stopped while Annadîn sat near. No one talked during the time that she sat there. The air in the room was slightly odd being that Medusled was usually not silent. But this girl seemed to carry the silence with in herself, and spread it out.
Gimli snorted and looked at his friends. "I have never heard these to this quiet unless they were sneaking up on someone." He said point at Legolas and Aragorn. "They're always going on about something. I haven't heard that one shut up about Arwen since they've gotten married!"
A smile broke out on all the men's faces, Legolas and Aragorn looked at Gimli with a slight twinge in their eye. The Dwarf merely shrugged and began to laugh.
"On the topic of Arwen how is she?" Éomer questioned.
"Oh well she."
"I told you," Gimli rumbled softly.
Annadîn gave a smile that barely moved her lips. This went unnoticed by all. She pushed the bowl away from her, being finished with it for sometime and then yawned. Quickly, she placed a hand over her mouth but it did not escape the attention of her finders.
"I agree with that!" Gimli pronounced. "I too could do with a good rest, Anna."
"I am sorry I did not notice the time." Éomer exclaimed. "Come with me and I will show you all to rooms." The group got up and walked down a corridor leading to a large portion of rooms. "Rest well my friends." He commented after he showed each to a door and then disappeared through one himself.
Annadîn was surprised to find when she opened the door that her clothes were piled in a chair all cleaned. Even more to her amazement was that her once red tinted tee shirt was once again sparkling white. She had not been able to clean the dirt from it for many many months. Slipping the dress off and putting on her tee shirt, she slipped into the bed and immediately fell into sleep.
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A girl, that was a younger version of Annadîn, walked through a building that could only be a school. She walked quickly, her one strap backpack applying the usual pressure to her back. No one walked with her, but a girl gave her a small smile as she passed. This Annadîn quickly slipped into a room only to reappear minutes later with different clothes and an additional bag.
"Good, one more and you can leave."
Annadîn pushed her arm back and quickly brought it around sending the ball quickly from her grip. A hard pop was her reward for the effort.
"Great! you two can leave."
The catcher got up and walked with this Annadîn to the dug out. "Good job pitching."
This Annadîn nodded her head and quickly gathered her belongings. She didn't want to waste time with pleasantries. Something was eating at the back of her mind and all she wanted to do was go home.
Next, Annadîn was leaving a small car and opened an unlocked door. The house she entered was small for the neighborhood but not small in the least. It was a 5 bedroom, three bathroom house. And this is where she lived.
An eeriness crept upon her as she walked from the foyer into the kitchen. She looked to the right only to be met with her mother, father, and elder brother. Tears were streaming down each cheek. She quickly shook her head and stepped away from the family room where they sat. All she could do was shake her head and keep stepping backwards. Until, her back hit the counter.
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Annadîn woke up with a cold sweat on her face and quickly wiped it away. She looked out the window to find that the sun had just cleared the horizon. Letting out a sigh, she sat up in bed and looked around the room, in the growing light. She became slightly startled to find a black shirt and a cream top laid out for her. Throwing the blankets off her, she went to the chair where the new cloths lay and put them on.
Looking in the mirror, she gave a small smile. The clothes fit her perfectly as had the dress the day before. After brushing her hair, she glanced at herself once more. The shirt was in peasant style and was long sleeved, with a ribbon laced up to the elbow so the wearer could adjust the fit of the sleeves. Annadîn undid these so that the sleeves gradually opened. Also, a small tie was at the scooped next to adjust the shirt to the size of the wearer. She left this alone for it fit perfectly so the ribbon simply hung down the front of the shirt. Looking at herself, she did not believe that she wore such clothes. They would never be worn if she were home, but for some reason she did not argue with it. Looking at the mirror as if to say you are not pretty, but this will do she left the room.
There were only two people in the hall when she quietly walked in. The Elf, Legolas, and the King, Éomer, who sat conversing softly together. Legolas looked up when she walked in, so did Éomer to see what his friend was looking at. They nodded their good mornings and resumed their previous activities.
"I received word the other day that Pippin and Merry are on their way here."
Legolas gave an amused smile.
"So, they shall be on their way to Minas Tirith in a few weeks from this time."
"Don't believe that you can handle the two of them together for very long?"
"Oh I know that I could handle the two of them quiet fine by myself, it is the hall that I am worried about."
Both men gave a chuckle before continuing on their dialogue. Annadîn concentrated on her breakfast of potatoes and caramelized onions( that was before her. She pondered this place of Minas Tirith as she ate. It sounded important to her, but why she could not tell someone. The names of cities in this place-or world she guessed you could call it-were so different from what she was used to. Everything was very different if you thought about it that way, she thought.
But the young woman pondered on this no more for she was done with her meal and wished to do a little exploring while there was no one to watch her. She pulled her skirt up to easily climb over the bench and did so. Her movement caught the attention of the two men and her bruise did not escape the sight of either.
"Where did you get that?" Legolas asked a little horrified at the marking on Annadîn's leg.
Annadîn looked down at the bruise created by the result of being cleated(. It was no longer black and blue, but turning a reddish purple(. She looked back up at the men and shrugged her shoulders a bit, giving a slightly guilty yet innocent face.
"No really, what happened?" Legolas asked in a more serious tone while he began to stand.
Annadîn looked at him with a hard gaze that said she was perfectly fine.
"Annadîn." Legolas said softly.
But the young woman let her skirt down and quickly left the room.
"What was that about?" Éomer questioned.
"I don't know." Legolas replied sitting back down. "But I do not believe we were meant to see it."
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(What I'm thinking of is when you put cut up potatoes and sliced onions in foil then cook them on the grill. (Being cleated hurts a lot. What it is (if you don't know) is simply when a runner slides into a bag or the plate, while playing softball or baseball, they smash their cleats into an unprotected part of your body. It usually happens to hands and arms. But I've seen pitchers cleated in the ankle.
( Okay those kinds of bruises are really bad. They don't really hurt any more, (actually I can't remember) but they are a reddish purple color and if you aggravate this bruise, it will turn a crimson or maroon color almost. So, if you've had one you know their bad. Oh and they usually stay for many many weeks.
A/N: All right that's all. I don't think I'll be able to update this weekend sorry. But weekend means parents, practices, and occasionally tourneys so it's my habit not to update. *Just to let you know.
A/N: Thanks again for everyone who reviews love ya (in the best sense of course)
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The small group stopped and stared at the wooden gates before them. The sun was beginning its descent from the sky and they wished only to be greeted by their friend.
"Who are you and why do you come to Edoras?" A guard ordered from above.
"I am Aragorn son of Arathorn and I wish to see King Éomer, as do my companions."
The guard nodded down at them. "All right I shall let you through."
They waited as the heavy wooden gates swung open to admit them. Aragorn nodded to all the guards and then began the climb to the Golden Hall.
Annadîn looked upon the small city with wide eyes. The wooden cabins were small yet becoming. She could see families sitting down and eating together. Then, at the top of the hill, she saw a large hall, and she knew it was their destination. As they climbed the stairs, she stifled a yawn that would only show weakness if the other three saw it.
"Háma it is good to see you." Aragon commented.
"Thank you my Lord, as it is to see you. I see you bring friends. I know two but not the Lady."
Aragorn lowered his tone as he spoke to Háma. "We found her on the plain and decided to stop and see if Éomer knew her. Do you?"
"Nay, I do not." Háma said while shaking his head.
Aragorn clapped his shoulder then entered the hall with the others following him. At the other end of the hall was a throne; upon it sat a man with long blonde hair.
"Aragorn!" The man cried as he saw his friend.
"Éomer it is good to see you too." The friends patted each other on the back.
"Legolas and Gimli, also!" They embraced in the same way he and Aragorn had. "But who is this?" Éomer questioned looking at the girl in clothing much too large for her. The shirt she had on was rolled at the sleeves many times, the pants also were rolled. She stood a little less than a foot taller than Gimli.
"This is Annade.no Annadier.no Annadr.no Annadnie.Annadn.oh she's Anna." Gimli said giving up at pronouncing the Elvish name for the young woman they found.
"She has been named Annadîn by Legolas here." Aragorn murmured to Éomer.
"Do not think I did not hear that." Gimli growled.
Éomer nodded his head in greetings to Annadîn, who did the same. "Come friends you must be hungry." He led them to a place where they could eat.
Annadîn looked down at her hands which where tainted a red color still. She did not want to eat but rather to bathe. Looking quickly around she caught Legolas's eye and gave him a look of discomfort.
Legolas nodded his head and turned to Éomer. "Would it be possible for Annadîn to bathe?"
"Of course!" Éomer blurted out. He called forth a maid who led Annadîn out of the room and to a place for her to wash. When out of the hall Éomer looked to his friends, "Does she talk?"
"Not that we know of." Gimli mumbled through his stew.
"She has not talked to us, but seems to communicate well through her eyes." Aragorn told.
Legolas nodded in agreement. "You do not happen to know who she is?"
"Nay, I am sorry my friend, but she has never laid a step in Edoras before this time. Where did you find her?"
"In the plains a day from here." Aragorn reported.
"I have never known one that even looked like her I am sorry."
"Do not be. We only wish to know who she is and where she hails from." Legolas murmured.
"Have you not asked?"
"The two smart ones over there have not asked such a question." Gimli tattled.
"No we have not." Legolas confirmed. "But when Aragorn asked why she was in Rohan she did not recognize the name. Nor did she recognize Gondor, the Misty Mountains, or Middle-earth."
"She is not familiar with any?" Éomer questioned with confusion in his voice.
"None." Aragorn confirmed.
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Annadîn shed her clothing and stepped into the warm bath. A small hiss escaped her lips as the water touched her. But soon the dirt was scrubbed from her skin and she was no longer covered in filth.
She lathered her hair with soap and then dunked her head under the water. When again above the water, she combed her fingers through her hair. No longer was grain imbedded with the strands, rather each piece shinned.
Carefully Annadîn pulled her leg from under the water and examined it. The imprint of a cleat was visible on her lower leg; this bruise was turning black and blue. Above her knee lay an impression of a softball the laces clearly visible. Her left ankle seemed not to be swollen any more, but it stilled pained her to keep weight on it at all times. Next, she took a small knife from the little table beside the bath. Carefully, she shaved her legs with it.
With one last sigh, Annadîn left the bathtub and pulled a towel around herself. She looked down at the clothing on the floor and grimaced. All was dirty and she wished not to place any of it back on her clean body. But before she had to decide what to do, a maid came into the room caring a plain white dress.
"We found this in the hall Lady and we believe it will fit you well."
Annadîn nodded her head in thanks and the woman left the room, with Annadîn's dirty clothes in hand. She fingered the soft material in her hands and quickly pulled it on. Doing so, she welcomed the warmth of the dress for her body was chilling fast after departing from the warm water.
Brushing her hair, Annadîn stood at the mirror in the bathroom. She looked upon the long auburn hair and gave a small smile. It was the only thing she liked about herself. Through all the change, that she had gone through both physically and within her family, her hair had remained the same. And for that she was glad.
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"How old is she?" Éomer questioned.
"We do not know." Aragorn answered.
"Around sixteen at the most." Legolas murmured. "She cannot be much older than that."
Aragorn shook his head. "I do not know. You could not tell with all that filth covering her."
"Well we must find out." Éomer stated.
Aragorn looked to the door. He heard soft footsteps that were barely audible to his ear. There, Annadîn stood in the doorway and looked upon the group. He noticed the soft red color of her hair, and the tan color of her skin. As she drew nearer he could make out a mole under left ear lob, a small one on the bottom left side of her chin, and another about mid way between the two on the jaw line. Also, there was another on her right cheek. When she sat a little distance of the group, he saw the ring on the back of the top of her right ear.
Legolas looked at Annadîn as she entered to the room. She was not a beautiful girl, and he got the sensation from her that she knew that. But neither was she with out fair features. He guessed that a man would call her pretty but he was not sure. There was an almost dead look about her, that pulled and beauty from her.
He studied her features trying to think like a mortal. She had hazel eyes that now looked blue, yet they were slightly different sizes but medium in general shape. Her nose was small and straight. Her lips were very red with the bottom full lip and the top a little less. The skin was tanned and there were moles upon her face. On her cheek and chin line. He shook his head, he did not know now what a man would think of this girl but he could feel that she was not looked upon regularly.
Annadîn fingered her earring for a moment. She looked quickly upon Legolas and Aragorn feelings their gaze upon her. As soon as her eye's gaze fell upon them, they looked away. She did not like having them look upon her. No one did, why now, in this strange place. The hall then caught her attention and she looked around it, always coming back to the throne and the King who usually sat upon it.
One thing repeated in her mind. What was she doing her and where was here? She did not mind being in this alien place. It brought her peace to look upon land that was not covered with buildings or roads. But it unsettled her that she had gone from a softball field to the middle of nowhere. Her thoughts were broken though when a bowl of stew was set before her. She nodded her thanks and continued to think.
The men that had found her had not hurt her as she assumed they might have. She could tell that they did not exactly trust her, but they were not going to leave her. It seemed that they, like her, only wanted to find out who the other was. The man, Aragorn, was in charge she knew. And he wished to figure her out. Like Aragorn, the Elf, Legolas, also wished to find out who she was, this did not escape her. He seemed more compassionate than Aragorn though, why she did not yet know. And lastly, the Dwarf was very amusing. He did not seemed too greatly troubled by her and rather seemed to pay her no mind. She liked this since it was what she was used to.
The conversation between the men stopped while Annadîn sat near. No one talked during the time that she sat there. The air in the room was slightly odd being that Medusled was usually not silent. But this girl seemed to carry the silence with in herself, and spread it out.
Gimli snorted and looked at his friends. "I have never heard these to this quiet unless they were sneaking up on someone." He said point at Legolas and Aragorn. "They're always going on about something. I haven't heard that one shut up about Arwen since they've gotten married!"
A smile broke out on all the men's faces, Legolas and Aragorn looked at Gimli with a slight twinge in their eye. The Dwarf merely shrugged and began to laugh.
"On the topic of Arwen how is she?" Éomer questioned.
"Oh well she."
"I told you," Gimli rumbled softly.
Annadîn gave a smile that barely moved her lips. This went unnoticed by all. She pushed the bowl away from her, being finished with it for sometime and then yawned. Quickly, she placed a hand over her mouth but it did not escape the attention of her finders.
"I agree with that!" Gimli pronounced. "I too could do with a good rest, Anna."
"I am sorry I did not notice the time." Éomer exclaimed. "Come with me and I will show you all to rooms." The group got up and walked down a corridor leading to a large portion of rooms. "Rest well my friends." He commented after he showed each to a door and then disappeared through one himself.
Annadîn was surprised to find when she opened the door that her clothes were piled in a chair all cleaned. Even more to her amazement was that her once red tinted tee shirt was once again sparkling white. She had not been able to clean the dirt from it for many many months. Slipping the dress off and putting on her tee shirt, she slipped into the bed and immediately fell into sleep.
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A girl, that was a younger version of Annadîn, walked through a building that could only be a school. She walked quickly, her one strap backpack applying the usual pressure to her back. No one walked with her, but a girl gave her a small smile as she passed. This Annadîn quickly slipped into a room only to reappear minutes later with different clothes and an additional bag.
"Good, one more and you can leave."
Annadîn pushed her arm back and quickly brought it around sending the ball quickly from her grip. A hard pop was her reward for the effort.
"Great! you two can leave."
The catcher got up and walked with this Annadîn to the dug out. "Good job pitching."
This Annadîn nodded her head and quickly gathered her belongings. She didn't want to waste time with pleasantries. Something was eating at the back of her mind and all she wanted to do was go home.
Next, Annadîn was leaving a small car and opened an unlocked door. The house she entered was small for the neighborhood but not small in the least. It was a 5 bedroom, three bathroom house. And this is where she lived.
An eeriness crept upon her as she walked from the foyer into the kitchen. She looked to the right only to be met with her mother, father, and elder brother. Tears were streaming down each cheek. She quickly shook her head and stepped away from the family room where they sat. All she could do was shake her head and keep stepping backwards. Until, her back hit the counter.
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Annadîn woke up with a cold sweat on her face and quickly wiped it away. She looked out the window to find that the sun had just cleared the horizon. Letting out a sigh, she sat up in bed and looked around the room, in the growing light. She became slightly startled to find a black shirt and a cream top laid out for her. Throwing the blankets off her, she went to the chair where the new cloths lay and put them on.
Looking in the mirror, she gave a small smile. The clothes fit her perfectly as had the dress the day before. After brushing her hair, she glanced at herself once more. The shirt was in peasant style and was long sleeved, with a ribbon laced up to the elbow so the wearer could adjust the fit of the sleeves. Annadîn undid these so that the sleeves gradually opened. Also, a small tie was at the scooped next to adjust the shirt to the size of the wearer. She left this alone for it fit perfectly so the ribbon simply hung down the front of the shirt. Looking at herself, she did not believe that she wore such clothes. They would never be worn if she were home, but for some reason she did not argue with it. Looking at the mirror as if to say you are not pretty, but this will do she left the room.
There were only two people in the hall when she quietly walked in. The Elf, Legolas, and the King, Éomer, who sat conversing softly together. Legolas looked up when she walked in, so did Éomer to see what his friend was looking at. They nodded their good mornings and resumed their previous activities.
"I received word the other day that Pippin and Merry are on their way here."
Legolas gave an amused smile.
"So, they shall be on their way to Minas Tirith in a few weeks from this time."
"Don't believe that you can handle the two of them together for very long?"
"Oh I know that I could handle the two of them quiet fine by myself, it is the hall that I am worried about."
Both men gave a chuckle before continuing on their dialogue. Annadîn concentrated on her breakfast of potatoes and caramelized onions( that was before her. She pondered this place of Minas Tirith as she ate. It sounded important to her, but why she could not tell someone. The names of cities in this place-or world she guessed you could call it-were so different from what she was used to. Everything was very different if you thought about it that way, she thought.
But the young woman pondered on this no more for she was done with her meal and wished to do a little exploring while there was no one to watch her. She pulled her skirt up to easily climb over the bench and did so. Her movement caught the attention of the two men and her bruise did not escape the sight of either.
"Where did you get that?" Legolas asked a little horrified at the marking on Annadîn's leg.
Annadîn looked down at the bruise created by the result of being cleated(. It was no longer black and blue, but turning a reddish purple(. She looked back up at the men and shrugged her shoulders a bit, giving a slightly guilty yet innocent face.
"No really, what happened?" Legolas asked in a more serious tone while he began to stand.
Annadîn looked at him with a hard gaze that said she was perfectly fine.
"Annadîn." Legolas said softly.
But the young woman let her skirt down and quickly left the room.
"What was that about?" Éomer questioned.
"I don't know." Legolas replied sitting back down. "But I do not believe we were meant to see it."
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(What I'm thinking of is when you put cut up potatoes and sliced onions in foil then cook them on the grill. (Being cleated hurts a lot. What it is (if you don't know) is simply when a runner slides into a bag or the plate, while playing softball or baseball, they smash their cleats into an unprotected part of your body. It usually happens to hands and arms. But I've seen pitchers cleated in the ankle.
( Okay those kinds of bruises are really bad. They don't really hurt any more, (actually I can't remember) but they are a reddish purple color and if you aggravate this bruise, it will turn a crimson or maroon color almost. So, if you've had one you know their bad. Oh and they usually stay for many many weeks.
A/N: All right that's all. I don't think I'll be able to update this weekend sorry. But weekend means parents, practices, and occasionally tourneys so it's my habit not to update. *Just to let you know.