Ok so here we are with the second chapter! Yeah! Very quick for me. However the next update might not be until Saturday or Sunday, seeing as I have finals and auditions the rest of the week. So enjoy this and drop a note!


What We Do With It
Chapter 2

"So let us get this straight. She doesn't know how to return home?"

"No Eomer, why does that trouble you so?"

"Surely, you aren't planning on taking charge of her?"

Eowyn simple stared at her brother, and raising her chin ever so slightly, strode out of his room. The nerve of him! Did he plan on simply telling Crysta to leave! She had no place to go! Eowyn was determined that Crysta would be treated as a guest should, as long as she had a say of the matter.

At least Eomer's desire to get rid of the girl was more comfortable then Grima's unnatural obsession of the girl. He did openly ask about the girl, for that was not his nature. No, watching and observing was much more his style. For the past five hours that Crysta had been with them, Grima hadn't left the hallway outside the door to Crysta's temporary room. Eowyn hurried back, placing her fear of Grima aside in order to help her companion.

Sure enough Grima was still outside the door, however it seemed he slightly opened the door and was peering inside. "How dare you!" Eowyn said coldly as she strode up to the chamber door.

"It merely opened by chance, as was closing it as came around the corning, ever accusingly," Wormtongue said with that sickening smile that he thinks of as attractive. Eowyn sneered most un-lady-like and entered the room, securely closing the door behind her.

She turned expecting the find Crysta asleep, but instead found her sitting upright on the bed, leaning against one of the corner posts. The poor girl was rubbing her head as if she had an ache.

"Are you well?" Eowyn inquired.

"Is he gone?" Eowyn was at first confused, but then knew it must be Grima she was speaking of; how could she not have noticed him. Eowyn nodded to assure the girl he had left.

"Uh, thank God!" Crysta threw her hands onto her lap making a loud clapping noise, "that dude gave me the creeps."

Eowyn simply nodded along, not sure about the terminology used, but understood the basic message of the sentence.

"Um…sorry, that probably didn't make a lot of sense to you," Crysta said with a sheepish smile. Laughing Eowyn replied, "It's quite alright, I don't expect you to change your way of speaking within a few hours time. Come; tell me what you were meditation over before I disturbed you."

"I was just thinking over my…situation I guess you could say, and what I'm going to do about it," Crysta said quietly, yet after five hours, she no longer needed to cry. This Lady Eowyn was nice enough, so it made the situation a little more bearable.

"Yes, I've been meaning to speak with you about this matter. My brother, a marshal of these lands, is a little unsure of keeping you here -"

"Oh I wasn't expecting too! No, I don't want to be a nuisance or anything, but…maybe if you let me stay, I could work around this…palace, I don't know, cleaning or something," Crysta looked up at Eowyn hopefully. She knew she couldn't expect to just be aloud to stay as a guest for however long she would be here, but she had found a friendly face here, and didn't want to leave. So Crysta figured working would be the most practical way to remain in the palace.

"You poor thing, you really have no idea how to get home do you? Perhaps you could describe this place to my cousin Theodred when he returns. He is quite well learned study of places. He could map out Middle Earth for you without consulting a book and probably be more detailed than any published maps."

"What did you say the name of this place was?"

"Why I don't believe I did. You are in Rohan, in the city of Edoras."

"No, I'm sorry I gathered that from my former captors I guess you would call them. What's the name of the place your cousin could map out?"

"Why Middle Earth, that is the name of this world. Are you suffering from memory lost?" Eowyn was truly baffled. How could this girl not know the name of their world?

"Um…this is going to sound really cliché but -"

"Really what?"

"Um…cliché, kinda like, um…weird, unbelievable, like it could only happen in a story."

"Oh I understand. Please continue."

"Ok, well like I was saying, I think…I think I might be…from another…time period…or world even." Crysta's face scrunched up as she said these words. It all sounded too surreal to her, yet she could think of no other explanation.

"Maybe you are suffering amnesia. What is the name of your land?"

"The United States of America?"

"I'm sorry I haven't heard of this before." 'Ok', Crysta thought, 'maybe it's just in a different time period.'

"Have you heard of England? Europe? Rome?"

"I'm really sorry but these names are foreign to me."

"Have you ever seen anyone wearing anything similar to what I'm wearing now?"

"No I can't say I have."

"Then, it sounds so phony, but I think I must be from another world. I don't know how it's possible, but I can't think of any other explanation." Crysta got off the bed at this point and made her way over to a small window overlooking wide open plains. She noted that there was no glass in the window, but two solid wood planks that were already flung open.

"You poor thing! I must say your handling this quite well if you what you assume is the reality of the situation."

"That's the thing, its so hard to believe that I'm having trouble crying over the matter. I keep hoping that this might just be some kind of dream; a really sick, twisted dream at that."

Again Eowyn was again baffled by the words this girl used to describe things, but shook it off as simply a difference in culture. "Come Crysta; let me show you around Edoras. If what you say is truth, I fear may be here for quite awhile," Eowyn gave a reassuring smile. Crysta smiled back.

"You can call me Chris, Eowyn, unless nicknames aren't common here?"

"No, it's simply unnatural for a girl to be carrying a male's name."

"Oh I see."

"Your world seems so strange, yet free and wonderful at the same time. I mean you name is one thing, but you manner of dress is another. A girl wearing pants! Is that common in your area?"

"More common than a girl wearing a skirt or dress."

"Oh your world sounds appealing already! You must tell me more about it!"

So Crysta tried to explain her life as she followed Eowyn down the hall. Crysta tried to remember all the turns and twists of this stone palace, but everywhere looked the same so she soon gave up trying. Besides she was enjoying talking about her home, it made her feel much more comfortable and relaxed.

"…so then we had to leave to meet my grandparents but my little sister was still in the shower, so my brother went outside and turned off the gage for warm water, when all of a sudden we heard my sister SCREAM! It was so great."

"Ah how I wish I had a younger sibling, unfortunately my older brother seems to find it amusing to play such pranks on myself. But tell me, what's a shower?"

"Um…it's like, an indoor…um…waterfall, I guess you could compare it to, and you control when the water comes out, and the temperature of the water. You use it for bathing," Eowyn didn't know what a shower was; this wasn't looking good for Crysta.

"Amazing! How does the water get into your house?"

"Um…indoor plumbing."

"I'm sorry, I don't understand."

This definitely wasn't looking good for Crysta. While she was trying to figure out how to explain indoor plumbing, the pair came to a stop outside a large set of doors. "Here, this is my favorite room, do you enjoy reading Chris?"

Before she could reply, Eowyn had opened the doors to reveal the most magnificent library Crysta had ever seen. "This is massive!"

"Really? Well, thank you. We are often scorned for out small selection of books her in Edoras."

"…small selection?"

Shelves ten feet tall surrounded a room bigger than Crysta's kitchen, family room, and living room combined! And people called this small!

"I'm assuming you enjoy reading?"

"Yes, I do actually."

"And you are learned too! I think there may be only a few other women besides myself in all of Rohan that can read the written word, you must come from a wealthy family."

"No actually, we're pretty well off, but no where near rich. And pretty much everyone can read, it's the law to send your children to school."

"Is that so! What a wonderful King you must have. I'm sure all adore him." Crysta almost dropped the book she was fingering in her hand. 'How the hell am I going to explain democracy? I don't even understand everything in our government!'

"Yes I too would like to hear about this King of yours and the laws of your lands."

Eowyn and Crysta looked up simultaneously to see Eomer standing casually in the door way. Crysta, however, did not know who this was.

"Brother! I thought you were riding out today?"

"Nay, a message has been received from Theodred. We are to remain here for seven more days."

"Oh! So you must be Eomer!" Crysta blurted out without thinking, proud of herself for making the connection between siblings.

"Do you often interrupt in the fashion, Lady…?"

"…Crysta. And I'm sorry if I appear rude. I guess I still have to get accustomed to your ways of doing things 'round here. Sorry," Crysta was truly downhearted. She had hoped of making a good first impression with the marshal, wanting desperately to remain in the palace. But judging by the tone of his voice, she had just ruined all chances.

"Do you mind if I had a word with you Crysta?"

"Um… no, no problem."

"Eowyn?"

"Be nice brother and bring her back! I still want to hear about this indoor plumbing…"

Laughing to herself, Crysta followed Eomer out of the library, praying to her God that things would turn out for the better.


TBC……………

Now for the former reviewers whom I love with all me heart! :-)

lady scribe of avandell So happy you liked what I did with the first chapter. And don't worry, we'll learn more about Crysta's family later, I just have to set everything up and gradually work my way to it so it can seem a little plausible

Salan yes you are a very nice person indeed :-)