Title: Someone unexpected and Hoppers warning
Disclaimer: Why do I keep doing this? After 15 chapters of writing, I thought it would be obvious that I do not own LOTR. 14 if you ignore the authoress note.
"Caring Emotion… I like that." I said smiling as Hushy came into view. She looked out of breath slightly but then I did come rather far but still in Legolas eyesight like I promised.
"Hushy, this is Kinbark, my new friend." I said cheerfully. Hushy nodded since she is unable to speak anyway.
'Aragorn felt weird telling me to get you so Hopper did instead. The riders have already arrived.' Hushy said.
"Oh, well I have to go Kinbark I hope I see you again." I said turning back to him.
"I hope to see you as well in the future." Kinbark said and I hugged him then ran off. I am not afraid to say that that hug took him by surprise. I looked back at him and saw him waving at me; I waved back happily and was now behind the large group of people.
'This wont do, how am I supposed to get to them? Oh!' I thought then got on my knees and started to crawl under all the horses. Then jumped up.
"Did ya miss me?" I said cheerfully as Aragorn jumped back startled at my sudden appearance.
"Where did you come from? Who are you!" Eomer asked half shouting at me. I knew what he meant but I was going to play around a bit.
"I'm Leslie. Where do I come from? Well, you see. My mom and dad fell in love with each other when they turned thirteen and got married when they turned 22...I think… Anyway, they wanted to show how much they loved each other so they made love to each other giving birth to my older brother. Four years later, they attempted again and got my older sister. Three years after that I was born and soon after I was born my little brother was born. So to answer your question I came from my moms-" I blinked when I found Hopper covering my mouth to stop me talking.
"Princess, that isn't the answer he was looking for." Hopper whispered in my fox ear.
"Well, it wouldn't hurt him to be more specific." I pouted. Hopper sighed and looked at Eomer.
"Forgive her; she hurt her head during a battle with the orcs just a few days ago, so she isn't thinking straight. She normally isn't this way." Hopper said and the remaining Fellowship nodded in agreement. Truth was I finally took in that I still had blood on me. If I don't act drunk then I just get hyperactive or so Shadow Killer told me.
"I'm sorry." I said looking ashamed. That was just something I thought would be nice to add. I wasn't ashamed at all but I think he bought it after eyeing me carefully cause he petted my head gently making me smile at him. The other fox demon, Denise, was watching this with a smile.
"So that is Shadow Killers reincarnation." She whispered but only Legolas heard. Eomer removed his hand from my head and stared at me.
"You look a lot older than you behave." He stated.
"That's my little brother's fault. My mom says that he was born a few months after me and I wasn't in the stage where she could just leave me alone for hours, and she couldn't leave him cause he was just an infant so I was basically neglected in my childhood. On the other hand, I could have started acting this way when he hit me in the head with a rake. Or maybe when he started to hit me, or, or when he would start to fight me and our parents had to pull us apart…" I said getting into deep thought. There was a silence, I get the feeling I lost everybody when I announced that my little brother hit me in the head with a rake.(A/N: My littlebrother did actually do that to me when I was seven)Oh well, though I didn't loose Hopper; I could tell by the dark look on his face as if wanting to kill my little brother for causing me harm. Maybe I should have mentioned that he never hurt me bad enough to leave bruises or injuries….except for that one time where he slammed the door on my foot. No wait that was my big brother and it was only an accident. I still have the scar on my right foot even though that happenedess than 10 years ago(A/N: this also happened but it was before the rake incident.)…Yes it happened when I was 5 to 4 years old and I remember it like it was yesterday.
"Your younger brother hit you in the head with a rake?" Gimli asked with a dazed look. I guess he was trying to imagine it in his mind and so was Legolas and Aragorn by how there eyes were unfocused.
"Yup! But we became closer as we got older and he stopped hurting me by the time he turned 10.But shouldn't we get back to the topic that I so rudely interrupted?" I said cheerfully.
"Right. We found none but orcs." Eomer said turning to Aragorn. I am guessing that they felt strange starting the conversation; I know I did especially since I wasn't here for the beginning.
"But that is strange indeed. Did you search the slain? Were there no bodies other than those of orc-kind? They would be small, only children to your eyes, unshod but clad in grey." Aragorn insisted.
"There were no dwarves or children, we counted all the slain and despoiled them, and then we piled the carcasses and burned them as is our custom. The ashes are smoking still." Eomer answered and one thought came to mind. 'Ew.'
"We do not speak of dwarfs or children. Our friends were hobbits." Gimli said.
"Hobbits? And what may they be? It is a strange name." Eomer stated.
"Strange name for strange folk... But they were very dear to us. ("They still are dear to us, Gimli." I interrupted) It seems that you have heard in Rohan of the words that troubled Minas Tirith. They spoke of these Halfling. The hobbits are the Halflings." Gimli said ignoring me.
"Halflings! Halflings! But they are only little people in old songs and children's tales out of the north. Do we walk in legends or on the green earth in the daylight?" a rider standing next to Eomer said laughing. I let out a growl and gave him a look of complete loathing. Instantly Hopper put his hands around my waist to prevent me from doing anything to the person that I felt the need to rip to shreds for calling my friend's children's tales.
"Chhhh. Chhhh." Hopper said softly in my ear calming me down. I closed my eyes burying my anger deep inside me where I would unleash it once I am by myself. I know it isn't healthy to hold in emotions but I still do that. By now, a few riders were watching Hopper and the way he held me and I get the impression that they thought that Hopper and me are lovers. Though I wouldn't care since I do have strong feelings toward Hopper.
"A man may do both, for not we but those who come after will make the legends of our time. The green earth, say you? That is a mighty matter of legend, though you tread it under the light of day." Aragorn said to the man who ignored him
"Time is pressing; we must hasten south, lord. Let us leave these wild folk to their fancies. Or let us bind them and take them to the king." The rider said and I could mentally see my nerve snapping in half.
"ARGH! Your going to need to bind me if you think you can get away with saying that without me getting angry! Let go of me Hopper!" I snapped angrily and just managed to slap the person hard before Hopper grew a hold of me again. I glared at the person with hatred evident in my eyes. I looked into his eyes and instantly I could see that I had made a mistake but I was too angry to care. Inside my mind, I was thinking of ways to kill him. Like bind him, leave him in the middle of Fangorn forest and let the stray hungry wargs do whatever they please with him.
"You should learn to control your woman better fox demon." The guy told Hopper and that only got me even more furious. His woman? His woman!
"His woman? HIS WOMAN! I am nobody's woman! Hijo de tu pinche madre! Baboso! Que estupido eres para pensar que yo soy la mujer de Hopper! No puedo creer que dejan a un hombre como tu vivir! Son hombres como tu que le dan malos nombres a los de mas!" I said changing my language to Spanish as I continued to curse. Everyone stared at me confused wondering what I was saying but they knew one thing: it wasn't anything good and it was very insulting. I heard a voice that I recognized all to well but haven't heard in years. (Translation: Son of your damn mother! Idiot! How stupid are you to think that I am Hoppers woman! I can't believe they let a male like you live! Its males like yourself that give other males a bad name!)
"Leslie Denise Perez! Para horita lo que estas diciendo." A calm voice said from the back. The rider that spoke came up to me and gave me a calm stern look. I blinked a couple of times as the fat man with a white mustache and somewhat bald head that had white hair gave me a look that I knew all too well. It was my uncle that died 3 or 4 years ago I don't remember how long but it was around there. (Translation: Stop now what you're saying.)
"T-t- tio? Tio Chay?" I asked with shock noticeable in my voice and face. Everyone else looked surprised but only cause they didn't think that someone else spoke the language I had been saying and the fact that he knew me. In fact, Hopper let go of me in shock. 'Tio Chay' nodded softly and I smiled broadly with tears coming down my face none stop. (Translation: U-u-uncle? Uncle Chay?)
"You know this wench, Chay?" The rider said and my uncle turned to him calmly.
"Yes, I know her. And I would appreciate if you refrained from callingmy niece a wench, Eothain." My uncle said as calm as possible which is very very calm that it's kinda scary. He tends to scare me when he uses that calm voice. Everybody, including me but for a different reason, looked at him shocked. First thing, that came to my mind: He can speak English?
"Y-your niece?" Eomer asked shocked.
"Yes my niece. My sister was, is, her mother. She has gone through some changes but she is still the same. Very kind, caring, rarely listens to advice, short tempered, impatient, independent and most importantly, hates to be referred to as an object as you just did Eothain. It was the fact that you called her 'his woman' that got her so upset. She hates it so much when people refer to her as an object that can be bought or sold. Though it is very rare for her to use such bad language, she only uses it when angry enough. I could recognize The 'I' Girl anywhere." My uncle said using the nickname my family gave me seeing that 'I' was the very first word I learned. He said more bad things than good things.
"Hey." I protested a bit at being called short tempered and impatient but I didn't say anything else cause I knew everything he said was true but I didn't mind being called by my nickname.
After explaining to everyone why I had started crying at seeing my uncle and other stuff Eomer told everyone to leave him with the fellowship, me and Hopper included so that we could talk. Though since I didn't want to talk about anything at the moment; I asked to be excused and went to look for my uncle to spend some time with him. Some of the riders turned to me as I walked around and finally spotted my uncles back. I smiled and quietly walked up to him covering his eyes.
"Guess who?" I asked softly in his ear.
"Ojos de bano?" He said using my other nickname (Translation: Restroom eyes?) When I was little, I had these huge eyes and that made my aunts, uncles, and grandparents, all from my mom's side, start calling me that silly name.
"Tio! No me llames eso! Its embarrassing." I said blushing and pouting as I looked away. My uncle just laughed and picked me up as he hugged me. I started but then relaxed as he put me down but continued to hug me. I smiled and he let go then I hugged him again just for the heck of it and for old times sake. I did this often in my world when he was alive there. (Translation: Uncle! Dont call me that!)
Hoppers POV
Aragorn and I watched her as she pouted playfully at the person that we found out was her uncle for something he said to her. We watched as he hugged her picking her up from the ground then placed her back on the ground. A few seconds later, she hugged him again. Her smile was brighter than usual as she let him go once more. After a few minutes of talking to him, she hugged him for a minute then came back to us.
"What were you talking about with him?" I asked looking at her.
"Oh just catching up on stuff and old names my family used to call me. Oh and I also told him bye since we are going to leave soon to continue the search for the hobbits." She told me cheerfully. I could just barely detect a hint of sadness of having to leave. Eomer gave some horses tous, Gimli and Legolas rode on one and Aragorn rode on the other with Leslie. But as soon as we were out of sight of the Riders Leslie suddenly jumped off the horse.
"Why did you jump off, Princess?" I asked and she just smiled at me as one of the Wargs that we had gotten used to seeing ran toward us. Leslie jumped and landed on the Wargs back then the other warg came and she motioned for me to do the same. Trusting her, I did so and we went off again with a small fox chasing after us.
'You better not do anything that will only end up causing Leslie pain.' I heard a warning growl in my head. I jumped slightly looking around to see who had said that.
'Who said that? Sauron?' My face grew darker slightly as I thought it might be Sauron.I heard the voice laugh.
'No. I am Swift Runner. The one you happen to be riding? I do not trust you but then I am not a very trusting creature and don't trust anybody but Leslie. She seems to trust you with her life so I will watch you wearily and if you should hurt her or make her cry. I will make you regret it. Do not tell Leslie of this conversation.' The warg said to me and then closed me of before I could respond.
Fk306: That is chapter 15 hope you enjoyed and I have not heard any news of whether we can answer reviews now or not I wish I could find out soon.
Bucky: It sucks that we can't answer reviews…
Leslie and Fk306: We can tell.
Bucky: How can you tell that I am upset?
Fk306: You have yet to criticize this chapter.
Bucky: oh.
Leslie: Well anyway, seeing that you two are busy doing….nothing. I will say it.
Fk306: Say what?
Leslie: Please read and review. It is greatly appreciated.