Chapter: Three
Title: The Battle Wages On
Author: Tanni
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Tanni turned in her seat and kissed Éomer triumphantly on the lips. But what's this? His kisses were normally sweet but... not this sweet... chocolate syrup?!
Hard lines formed on her face. With a swift, decisive flick on her hand, she had the entire host of the Rohirrim headed back to the castle.
She spotted Zelli's retreating form.
"Daro, wight!"
Zelli stopped, spun, and looked at the approaching éored with an amused look on her face.
"Elen síla lumenn' omentielzo." [A star shines on the hour of our meeting.]
Tanni scowled at her from atop the horse.
"Dwimmer laik."
Zelli cast a sly smile at Éomer, who was attempting to stay out of this word game at all costs.
"That's not a very commendable thing to say, 'Mother'," ((referring to Tanni's title as "Ship's Mother/Nurse"))
"Enough of this!" Tanni's eyes blazed and sparked with anger. She knew her opponent's weaknesses and strengths, and she planned to use her knowledge to the best of her ability.
"Wo what brings you back to my lovely little abode?"
Zelli smirked and bowed mockingly.
"Chocolate syrup?!" Tanni attempted to get off of the horse wanting dearly to smite the saucy smile Zelli kept sending to Éomer off her impish little face. Alas, her dear husband was holding her firmly in front of him with his arm. She sighed, not knowing what to do.
A bud of an idea blossomed in her 'gee-whiz' bag. She swiftly raised her hand and concentrated, touching her powers.
"Wha--!!! Let me down!"
Tanni opened her eyes to see that she had succeeded in her plans.
The Force held Zelli aloft in the air, flapping around in attempt to get down.
Zelli fumbled with a fold in her lavender tunic, the withdrew a wooden stick... uh oh...
"Duck!"
A stream of sparks flicked through the air and the marching of many minions could be heard.
"Oh, Eru."