Me: Woohoo! I'm back!

Drake: Great... More torture.

Me: Excuse me?

Drake: Nothing!

Me: Good. Well, I survived West Virginia! It snowed some too, but not a lot :-(.

Drake: Blech, snow..

Me: Just because you're a dragon doesn't mean it's a bad thing!

Drake: Yeahyeahyeah. Me: Party pooper.

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Ogreatrandom Thanks for reviewing! Here's the next chapter, I hope you like it.

divine chaosity (snickers) hehehehehehehe... but the couch is sooooo comfy sis! I updated so you can put off unpacking the noodles!

Me: Wow... depressing... only two reviews for this chapter.. that hurts guys. It's like saying I suck!

Drake: Truth hurts.

Me: Go to your cave!

The Street Queen

Chapter Six

"Why didn't you become a healer?" Eldarion asked Saira one day about a week after the attack. They were becoming friends now, and she found herself liking his presence and conversing with him. This question caught her by surprise though.

"What?" Saira asked.

"Why did you become a thief instead of a healer? You have a gift for healing."

"It's a long story, Rion." Saira said, using her new nickname for him. "I might tell you one day. But not now. Besides, I have laundry to do." Eldarion smiled and stood up. "I will accompany you part way there, I have lessons in the library." Saira grinned and nodded her acceptance before walking out of the room with Eldarion right beside her. They walked in pleasant silence for awhile until they had almost reached their destinations when a loud yell caught their attention.

"You egotistical, self-centered, son of a Balrog!" A pretty red haired girl yelled when Saira and Eldarion passed her. He stopped and looked at her in surprise.

"I'm sorry, My Lady. Do I know you?" The girl let out a shriek of outrage and launched herself at him, her long, manicured nails poised to attack. Saira set the laundry down and blocked the girl holding her back.

"Who are you?" The girl spat at Saira.

"I am Prince Eldarion's personal maid." She said, eyeing the girl coldly. The red head laughed maliciously and glared at Saira just as coldly.

"Well, in that case a word of advice for you. Don't bed the prince, he will use you until he is satisfied and have you sent away like a paid harlot." Saira stared the girl down.

"My lady, just because your job entails bedding whoever calls for you does not mean everyone else's does. It would do you well to remember that." The girl huffed and strode off. "Well, aren't you Sir Popular this month." Saira commented to Eldarion before continuing down to the laundry rooms as Eldarion headed to the library for his tutoring.

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It was almost dinner when a knock came on the door of Eldarion's chambers while Saira was setting out Eldarion's dinner wear. The prince motioned for her to get the door without looking up from his book. Saira opened the door to see the king standing there.

"Your majesty!" She said and curtsied respectfully, biting the inside of her cheek the whole time.

"Is Eldarion in there?" Aragorn asked. Saira nodded and motioned for the king to enter.

"Your highness, his majesty the king is here to speak with you." Eldarion looked up and stood from where he'd been reclining in his chair.

"Thank you, Lessien." Eldarion said formally, using Saira's fake name. "Would you leave us until I have need of you again?" He requested. Saira curtsied and went to her adjoining chambers. Once she was in she stayed at the door to listen in.

"Elda, I'm worried about you having her attending to you." Aragorn said. Immediately Saira had to bite her lip to keep from saying anything.

"Why?" Eldarion asked, and Saira heard him sitting back down.

"She's a criminal, Elda. If she finds out that you know who she is, she could be dangerous." Saira could practically see Eldarion rolling his eyes.

"Ada, she wouldn't do that." Eldarion insisted. "We're friends now, I trust her. She saved my life. If she was going to have me killed than why'd she save me?" Saira grinned and nodded.

"I don't know, just be careful around her." Saira was shaking with fury, the king was acting like she was going to stab the prince in the back.

"ADA!" Eldarion exclaimed. "Would you stop that! I trust her, she wouldn't do anything to me." Saira stuck her tongue out at the king from behind her door. "Please trust me about this."

"Just be careful, son. I don't want to lose you." Saira heard a rustle of fabric and figured that they were hugging.

"I know, Ada." Eldarion said. I heard the door open and close before Eldarion told me to come back in.

"Well, at least you didn't join the 'dump on Saira' fest." Saira said bitterly.

"I'm sorry!" Eldarion said. "My father is just worried about me."

"I know, can I have tomorrow off?" Saira asked. "I need some time to my self." Eldarion nodded.

"You going to go visit your people?" He asked her.

"Maybe." Saira said, handing him his clothes to change into. "I'm probably just going to walk around Minas Tirith." Eldarion nodded and went to change, wondering if he should tell her about his secrets.

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The next day was beautiful, the sky was clear and there were no clouds for miles. Saira walked through the city, glad for a break. Although her and Eldarion were becoming good friends, she had missed being able to just walk around in the open. She briefly wondered if she would see any of her friends.

"Saira." A quiet voice said, startling her. Saira turned to see Uruviel behind her.

"Uruviel! You startled me!" Saira said, turning to see her friend. She smiled until she saw Uruviel's face. It was dirty, cut, and tired. "What happened?"

"It's a long story. We should get out of the way." Uruviel said as people pushed past them. Saira nodded and led her friend behind a building close by.

"What happened?" She asked. "Is everything alright underground?" Uruviel looked around.

"No. About two weeks after you left Maeglin took over the city and is holding it under dictatorship. He is planning on making an attack on the palace."

There it is! How was it? Should I change anything for the future? Input people! I need input!

Preview:

"Are you Saira?" A palace guard asked as Saira walked past him with Eldarion's laundry.

"Yes. How may I help you?" She asked, immediately two more guards came up behind her and grabbed her arms.

"You are under arrest for the planning of the attempted murder of his highness." The first guard said.

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