A/N: Okay well here's chapter 7! grins enjoy! R&R!
Chapter 7
"What do you think you are doing!" screamed a very irate Avarielle. She was upon the ground on her back, Legolas a top of her, pinning her arms to the ground. All around them were fallen bits of armour or weaponry. "Get off of me!" but the more she struggled the more weight and strength he put into pinning her.
Eomer arrived in the hall just before Legolas was able to shift his compromising position upon Avarielle. "Legolas, just what are you doing to Riley?"
Feeling like a boy caught for doing something naughty, Legolas raised his head from where he had been about to assault her neck and cleared his throat. "I was just explaining to her that her mischievous ways will only land her in hot water."
He felt her squirming beneath him but he only tightened his grip some more, "and she ran at me with the intent of creating bodily harm to me so I pinned her to the ground."
"I did no such thing you pious vagabond!" she screeched from her place beneath him, "You outright tackled me first for no reason!" If only she could wriggle her way free!
Eomer looked between the two, his brow furrowed. What was wrong with her? She was acting like a total mad woman. He noticed that her cheeks were flushed, whether that be from embarrassment or anger he didn't know.
He went to say something when Peregrine burst onto the scene, his innocent eyes wide. "Lady Riley is everything-" but he stopped when he saw Avarielle and Legolas. His expression changed from concern to surprise as he watched them, "What are you doing on the floor underneath Legolas?"
If she could slap herself in the head she would.
Legolas, having decided he had been scrutinized enough, released his hold upon her and stood up, his cheeks a ripe shade of crimson.
Avarielle was glad for the freedom as she sat up her eyes glowing, "Don't you ever do that again!" she snapped before walking off through the great double doors, shaking her head disdainfully as she went.
"Legolas, you must learn to keep your roguish ways down to a minimum." Eomer said in a fatherly like tone, "Not every woman you see will swoon when she first lays eyes upon you, least of all that woman."
Pippin grinned at the two men and raised himself to full height; he had an announcement to make. "My lords, if it pleases you both but I'd like to announce that his Lord Faramir will be joining us here in Edoras in a few days."
Eomer looked down at the tiny hobbit and inclined his head forward a small smile upon his bearded face, "Thank you Pippin."
The Hobbit smiled gleefully as he bounded off after Avarielle, he might go and ask her what it was that had actually taken place between his friend and her.
After the Halfling had left Legolas cleared his throat, he had some information that might interest the King. Before Avarielle had barraged him with questions a messenger from his lands had arrived and informed him of a great army that was being led by his wife!
He had been stunned by the revelation that his wife was evil. He couldn't quite accept it, but never-the-less he had to square with it.
"Eomer, I have some grave news to tell you."
The king turned to look at him before striding over and taking a seat at his throne his eyes heavy with concern. What thoughts could be plaguing the elven prince's mind?
"A great army has formed near Mordor, it appears whoever is leading them has taken up residency inside what's left of the black gates." He conveniently left out that it was his wife, "They intend to take over Middle Earth and destroy all those who get in their way."
"Does Aragorn know?"
Legolas thought for a moment and nodded, "He should know, but I doubt Gimli would."
Eomer nodded his head, "Very well. Take Riley with you, as well as Pippin and travel to the mountains to inform him of what is happening, then go to Aragorn and seek his aid. Looks like Middle Earth is about to go to war yet again."
Legolas bowed and left the King to his thoughts as a feeling of dread built up inside of him, somehow he had a feeling this wasn't going to end well.
Eomer sat alone thinking. Did he do the right thing by telling Legolas to take Avarielle along with him? 'It gets her out of my hair at least.' He thought wryly, 'but then again she is a tempestuous one of late…'
He closed his eyes as he began to think; the more he thought of the girl the more he realized how confusing she was. He could normally figure out most women but she was different. Whenever he thought he knew how to work her out, she would do something drastic and he was once again thrown into uncertainty.
The scene earlier had proven to him what he had feared; the Elven Prince was falling for her. He couldn't help but feel slightly angry at this, but was it anger or something else? He growled at himself, he could not have feelings for this woman! He was not allowed to!
His mind began to wander and he drifted back to the day he had met her. That cold, dreary day…
She was only young. Far too young to be out on her own, well according to Eomer anyway. He had been riding his brown mare through the Mark, patrolling the parameter making sure that no surviving Orc's lurked any where.
He had first seen her huddled by a boulder, her eyes wide her hair in wild disarray. The only covering she had was the thin cotton dress she wore. The wind was icy and he could tell she was freezing, the red of her cheeks and the blue on her lips was a tell tale sign.
"My lady are you alright?" he had asked before dismounting, he looked to the side of her and saw a basket of berries, did she live out on the Mark?
The girl looked up at him, her green eyes wide in fright. "I seem to have gotten lost…" she muttered, "I…I…" but she couldn't continue for tears had started to cascade down her grubby cheeks. She clearly looked frightened.
"You must come with me." He informed her, holding out a large hand for her to take, "Do not worry, I will not harm you." He smiled warmly towards her, "I am Eomer, King of Rohan."
She placed a small, cold hand in his large one and he helped her up. Her dress clung to her and she shivered the wind coursing through the thin material. Eomer noticed this and handed her his spare cloak that was inside one of his saddle bags. She placed it around her shoulders and instantly she felt the warmth. "Thank you my lord." She whispered.
Eomer mounted his horse and helped her up in front of him, forgetting the discarded basket. All that mattered was getting this girl to safety…
He bought himself out of his reverie and sighed, she had been a handful from that very day. But he really wanted to know where she came from, and who she really was…perhaps her travelling with Legolas would bring her memory back to her, he only prayed that the small party wasn't killed on their journey…