A/N: Okay... sorry it took so long! I just been heaps busy! I got into my Diploma Course though woot i start January 30th... so.. my updates will be taking a while as i will be studying and stuff! lol But yes here's chapter 6 sorry about the wait again! I'll try and get chapter 7 up in a hurry but i won't make any promises...coz... like yeah... i'm trying to think of good plots etc! If you have any ideas or whatever feel free to give me 'em:D alright well R&R!

Chapter 6

Legolas groaned as for the hundredth time that day he whacked himself in the head with the handle of the mop. He was growing steadily tired with this manual labour. He was a prince not some mere servant like this 'Riley' girl, however he doubted that she was even a servant in the first place. There was more to her than what met the eye, he could tell. She was so secretive!

He pondered what could be behind this girl some more when he heard someone clear their throat from behind him. He stood up straight and ran a hand through his hair before turning to look at whoever it was that was standing behind him. "It's been 4 hours." Riley was standing there her hands on her hips, her eyes narrowed, "and yet you still haven't finished! Obviously you don't desire to know my name too much."

Legolas ground his teeth together. She had some nerve!

"My lady, you gave me quite a big job and only a small amount of time to do it in. I have cleaned out over 9 bed chambers! And I have 10 left to do! And here you are preaching to me over it being 4 hours already!"

He drew himself to full height to look down at her and he smirked, she was shrinking away from him! So he intimidated her, ah this was good.

"Fine." She snapped, "Have it your way! I'll do the rest of the damned chambers!" she folded her arms over her chest and glared at him, she disliked feeling small and he was making her feel at least 2 feet tall! Stupid elf! "The 2nd letter is V by the way in case you were interested."

Legolas couldn't help himself, he chuckled at her. "Poor little Riley! So A and V… hmm." He knew of course that this didn't help him much. "Would you like some help with the other chambers?"

Avarielle's glower softened and was replaced with a look of pure shock, "You are willing to help me?" she was touched.

"Actually no, Pippin said if you needed any help he'd be willing to assist you."

She hated him!

"You selfish bastard!" she screamed before picking up a discarded sponge and throwing it at him, "Get out of my sight!"

He deftly dodged the sponge and chuckled at her, "Temper, temper." He handed her the mop he was holding and smiled curtly before walking away. Avarielle had to restrain herself from shouting any further obscenities at him.

It was 6 hours later when Avarielle had finally finished the rest of the rooms. Her arms ached and her neck felt as stiff as her beds headboard. "God damn." She looked at her hands and winced, they were adorned in cuts, scrapes and bruises. "I hate this job." She muttered as she stood up, wincing when she felt her back crack in a most painful way.

She had been tempted to search for Pippin but she thought he'd already given her plenty of help within the kitchens; she didn't want to dampen the little hobbits spirits by cleaning out chambers. 'No, I'll do that to Prissy Prince.'

She wiped her brow with the back of her hand, and looked around the room she had just cleaned. It was one of the guest rooms, the one that was never used. 'If it's never used then why must I clean it all the time?' but she realized that of course the dust build up would be terrible. And she had cleaned out a lot of dust…

She gathered her buckets, sponges and brushes and left the room quietly, shutting the door carefully. "Never again…"

She wended her way down the corridors till she made it to the servants quarters and placed her cleaning items down before leaving, not noticing she was being watched. She headed back up to the Golden Hall, wincing at the pain in her muscles. She'd never endured so much pain before, she hated it.

But as she walked along, she began to vaguely remember a time when she was only a girl and the pain that had ripped through her body. She could see a face; it was her own face only the figures eyes were a brilliant blue. She could feel the sharp end of a spear jabbing into her side.

"My scar…" she whispered as she stopped in her tracks, "That's where my scar comes from…" she shook her head to bring herself out of her reverie when a familiar low voice sounded behind her.

"Avarielle what plagues your thoughts?" Eomer asked concerned. He had been watching her since she had returned to the servants quarters, had followed her. She had looked pale in comparison to how she normally looked; perhaps her work load was taking a powerful toll on her.

She turned to face her King her eyes alight in pain and misery, "Many things my lord." She said softly, "But I must deal with it myself." She smiled forcefully and turned around again before walking off, her spirits somewhat lower than usual.

Eomer watched her leave and he narrowed his eyes, what was she hiding from him? She had remembered something, but what?

Over the last few weeks he had noticed a change in the girl, her outburst the other day was a significant one. She hadn't spoken out of turn to him ever, what had caused her sudden flair of anger towards him? What had he done?

He knew something troubled her, but he would wait until she approached him. He wouldn't push her into telling him anything.

He sighed when he thought of what Legolas had told him, why would she play a silly little guessing game with a prince? He knew Legolas was annoyed with her little 'chores' she was making him do and Eomer felt she was only doing this in order for her to not do them. He shook his head in confusion; the girl was a puzzle in itself.

Just then a loud scream followed by a series of crashes alerted him, and he began to run at a fast pace towards the Golden Hall, the scream sounded as though it belonged to Avarielle!