A/N: Thankyou Silverlight05 for your positive reviews it means a lot and thank you Black Mors for yours as well! Any-way here is chapter 3! Enjoy! R&R

Chapter 3

"My lady Avarielle!" she looked up to see an old woman standing behind her favourite stall and she smiled a greeting. Madame Rose had always been kind to her, right from the very moment they'd met. She was like a grandmother to her in so many ways.

"It is so nice to see you." Her pale blue eyes seemed to make her ageing face glow radiantly, "It has been a while." She came out from behind the stall and Avarielle noticed she was limping slightly and she grew worried. Had she been injured? The old woman noticed her worry and waved a hand at her as if to dismiss it. "Do not fret; it is just my arthritis playing up on me."

Avarielle nodded her head but she wasn't quite convinced, there had been increased suspicious activity around the village and she didn't trust many of the men that had wandered into the cities walls.

"Have you got any of that perfume I purchased a month ago? I seem to have depleted in supply." The old woman's smile grew as she disappeared behind the stall again and to her shame Avarielle felt her cheeks flame, but why? She was only buying a bottle of perfume…

Rose emerged moments later with a large vial of pinkish looking liquid. She smiled warmly at the girl and handed it to her, her gnarled hands gripping Avarielle's gently. "Trying to please a certain man?"

"No!" she was quick on the defensive, but the woman's statement made her think. Was she trying to impress someone? She didn't think she was no male had been able to catch her eye. Not after her last beau…

As she thought of him her eyes misted over in tears and she hurriedly blinked them away. "Sorry, but no, no I'm not trying to please anyone." She smiled warmly when the woman released her hands and stepped away, her pale eyes never leaving her own green ones.

"Very well my dear." She nodded and waved her away, insisting that she was scaring away all her prosperous customers. Avarielle giggled at the old woman's comment and hurried away, clutching the precious item to her chest before placing it carefully in her skirts pocket.

Legolas was practicing his archery when Eomer appeared from behind him. They had returned from their ride only a few hours ago and Legolas had decided he'd practice a bit, he just wasn't expecting Eomer to suddenly appear.

He turned around to face him; his bow already loaded his cerulean eyes fierce and menacing.

"Who would of thought that an elf could be startled?" he remarked, trying to hide the laughter in his voice.

Legolas lowered his bow and nodded his head a smirk playing at his own lips. He had been to wrapped up in the archery and his thoughts with regards to the estranged girl, he had left himself open to ambush. "I was lost in thought."

Eomer raised an eyebrow, what would an elf have to think about?

"That girl, I still do not know her name." he replied and when he didn't elaborate Eomer made a hand motion for him to continue, "Every day she gives me a chore and after it is completed she will reveal one letter of her name, as yet I only have one letter. And that is A."

Eomer chuckled, he truly felt sorry for his friend.

"It is not funny Eomer." He discarded his bow and pulled himself up on the wooden fence, Eomer thought he looked like a teenage boy sitting like that. He also noticed a whimsical sort of gleam in his eyes as he spoke about Avarielle and Eomer knew that look. It was infatuation. The elf was infatuated with the girl after only one meeting! "Maybe you could tell me her name?" now he looked more hopeful, this only made Eomer chuckle come more.

"I'm afraid I can't my old friend, it is up to her to reveal her name not I. However call her Vanwa for now; I'm sure you know what it means."

Now it was Legolas' turn to chuckle. "Ah yes, thank you my friend."

Eomer nodded his head and a grin was plastered upon his face, "Pippin has already created mayhem in the kitchens, I should go and try to fix it."

Legolas smiled, it didn't take the hobbit long to cause some trouble. "When Vanwa returns it might be made worse."

Eomer looked grave and he gulped, "No she'll just blame me for it." And with those words he left Legolas alone to his archery and thoughts.

Avarielle stood at the entrance of the kitchen her jaw dropped, eyes wide in shock. It was a mess! Flour, sauce, meat, vegetables and anything else the hobbit had found was strewn haphazardly across the floor. At the centre of the mess was the culprit himself, Peregrine Took.

"Peregrine Took! What have you done to my kitchen?" she demanded, placing her hands upon her hips a deep scowl upon her face.

The little hobbit looked up his eyes wide and innocent and Avarielle found herself struggling to stay angry at him. He had flour all over him and with the amount that was upon his face he resembled a small ghost.

"I am sorry my lady, but the food was just so tempting…and then I saw a strange figure in the window and I fell over and then this man he tried to catch me…" he had started to prattle away with excuses, none of which Avarielle believed. She figured he'd come into steal some form of fruit but instead had decided to tear the kitchen apart looking for other means of edible delicacies.

"You do realize I have to cook dinner?" she asked rhetorically, "and the kitchens a great giant mess now, so I don't know how I'm going to manage cleaning and cooking!"

The hobbits eyes lit up and he leapt up, flour falling from his tiny plump body. "I will help! I promise not to make a mess!"