A/N: Aww wow! thanks for all the positivity! this is so cool... lol you might have to wait for chapter 5 as i am working hard on it hehehe but anyway here's chapter 4! R&R!

Chapter 4

Avarielle laughed as Pippin tried pulling the rather large turkey she'd placed in the oven, out. The bird itself was twice as big as the hobbit and all you could see was two hairy feet and the curls on the top of his head.

He had been true to his word and he had helped her clean the kitchen up, in fact he was quite a help and for that she was grateful. Eomer had poked his head in to see if she was alright and he had been rather surprised to find that she wasn't having a fit.

After he'd left, well more to the point, after she kicked him out! She had started cooking the dinner and she was glad when the helpful little hobbit had offered to assist her.

She had learned a great many things from the little Halfling.

She was shocked to learn that he had participated in the legendary War of the Ring. She had heard many stories about it from Eomer, but she felt he tried to make it look all valiant and great. But the way Pippin described it she felt her own blood run cold.

She could vaguely remember bits and pieces of the actual war, but it wasn't sufficient enough for her to live by. How could she be even sure she had lived through it? She could scarcely remember where she was even from. She had no recollection of her parents or whether or not she had any family. The moment Eomer had taken her in; he had become her only family.

Pippin stumbled over to the benches and for one moment Avarielle thought he'd drop the turkey, but he didn't.

"My lady, am I permitted to call you by name to Legolas?"

The question caught her off guard as she pulled the turkey towards her and left it alone so it could cool down before she removed the vegetables from the assorted pots. "No master Peregrine, I'm playing a little game with the arrogant elf." She smiled vindictively as she thought of other chores for him to do, "You'll have to think of something else to call me."

She walked across to the wood stoves and removed the lid from the pot containing the peas and carried the pot ever so carefully across to the bench. Pippin watched her avidly and smiled, he liked her. She was unique, not like the other women he had met. He had heard many stories of her from Faramir and he had envisioned a vicious female so antagonistic and nasty to everyone he actually feared coming to Edoras!

She was different, she only showed antagonism towards Eomer, but only because he had managed to annoy her. She was different around Legolas, yes she was antagonised with him but it was softer than what it was with Eomer. At least she hadn't tried to pummel him like she did with Eomer.

Avarielle sighed as she set up the other various bits of vegetables and glared vehemently towards the turkey. It had taken longer than what she had expected to cook. But at least it was done. "Pippin could you help me carry the food out to the hall?"

The hobbit grinned and nodded, "Okay Riley." She looked at him puzzled by the name he had opted to give her but smiled as she handed him a tray of bread for him to take out first. She felt this would be her best feast yet, of course she had planned it for Legolas. She'd show the elf just how good of a cook she was! 'Wait, why do I care what he thinks?' she shook her head and pushed the hobbit forward and laughed as he tottered about before disappearing out the doors.

Eomer was seated beside Legolas and they were discussing a recent battle when Avarielle and Pippin took their seats. The girl looked around and she noticed that there were four others at the table. All of whom she did not recognize, but she figured they were insignificant anyway.

She had just placed a mouthful of turkey in her mouth when Legolas spoke up about a kill he'd made on an orc.

"The blighter refused to die so I had to use my knife to eviscerate him." He grinned as he pretended to disembowel an invisible enemy, "I then used his own intestines to strangle him!"

Avarielle dropped her fork as he went onto describe in great detail just how he removed the intestines. All the men seemed thoroughly engrossed by his tale, even Pippin seemed interested. But she found she'd suddenly lost her appetite. She was looking forward to eating this meal too!

Legolas turned to face her when the sound of her fork clattering onto the table distracted him from his macabre story. "My lady are you alright?" she looked pale in the face and he smirked, he knew why.

"Prince Legolas, I regret to inform you that your story has turned me off of my food." Her voice was low and Eomer had to restrain a laugh that was threatening to emerge from his lips, he knew how she felt about certain things being said at the table, and what the elven prince had been discussing was one of them.

"My story?" he feigned being shocked before chuckling, "If you can't handle the topic then don't listen…or leave the table." He raised his eyebrows at her as a smirk appeared on his face once more, "it is not respectable for a young woman to eat with men anyway when they are discussing war."

Pippin looked back and forth between the two and he gulped. If looks could kill he felt sure Legolas would be dead by now. Avarielle looked as if she were about to scream an outrage, her eyes were a dark murky green and narrowed into slits her face scrunched up into pure rage.

"I'm sorry have I upset you?"

Pippin knew Legolas was pushing it and he found himself taking pity on the prince, Avarielle was surely about to throttle him.

She took a deep breath and her features morphed into eerie calm as she smiled in a twisted serene like manner. "Legolas, I'm not sure about you but I'm pretty sure that everyone else here was raised by decent respectable people. It may be just you that was raised by animals."

Now it was Legolas' turn to glare. How dare she insult him! He was royalty! He very rarely showed emotion but for this girl he'd make an exception.

Eomer watched curiously as the tension between the two grew and he gulped when Avarielle gripped a turkey leg tightly in her hand. "My lady, I am a warrior. You are a woman. It is not my fault that you cannot stomach such talk of battle, perhaps you should learn to not be so weak."

"Weak?" she whispered, "Weak? I'm weak?" she tightened her grip on the leg as she slowly raised herself from her seat. Pippin shrunk back in his own and the others present at the table departed hastily, not wishing to be apart of the woman's intense rage, "I have born witness to several kills Prince of Elves, and none of which you would be able to stomach. I have seen mangled bodies, so bloody that it is impossible to identify them."

Legolas also stood up, his shoulders tense. This woman was becoming increasingly annoying. "You claim to have seen kills such as that but have you ever been the perpetrator of such crimes? Have you ever seen someone strangled by their own intestines?" he growled dangerously, his knuckles going white as he gripped the table tightly.

"That sort of talk is inappropriate for a dinner table!" she shouted, her eyes now an even darker green, "You are a vial, foul bastard!" but before he could react she had thrown the leg she held at him so it hit the front of his white, silk tunic.

He glanced down at it and he bristled into anger, as he raised his head to face her again. "That I did not deserve my lady."

She shrugged her shoulders and smiled sweetly as she took her seat once more, not really caring what he said or not. "Pippin could you pass the salt?"

The hobbits hand trembled as he gave her the salt, his eyes wide.

Legolas just growled under his breath as he pushed his chair back, glaring at the girl, before storming off.

Eomer watched him leave and he sighed, this was going to be interesting. He had thought they were getting along so well. Clearly he was wrong.

Avarielle looked up from her meal and smiled, "Oh he's gone what a shame. Oh well." She shrugged and proceeded to eat her meal again, Pippin only looked at her dumbfounded before looking to Eomer who only shrugged his shoulders.