The Huntress Chapter 6, a lord of the rings fanfic

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Chapter 6

He grinned down at her, and this time when he kissed her, he had to bend her over to keep her still.

"Well, madam," Raleon grinned down at her and quickly stepped away. "Until we meet again."

With that he swept out of the room, and left to the cound of the girls curses, and a sound thump on the back of the door and his own whistleing. He wouldn't stay the night as he had planned, insted he would go straight to Minas Tirith and greet his king as a good Hunter should, adn give him his report.

Naru felt rage build up inside her. MEN! Just because they had more muscle made them think they could go around and do whatever they wanted and make other people do the same and because they had more brains that muscle most of the time they would simply use force or the timing of the moment!

Ack, They were savages!

Getting madder by the moment, Naru stomped into the main room and began to jerk on her clothing with hands that shook from anger. Mutter under her breath she whirled and nearly shouted at the maid to bugger off. naru swung the door open and looked down at the timid maid. She looked about ready to cry from fright, clutching a tray in her quaking hands. Naru raised a brow at her and the maids eyes actually filled with tears as she tentativly offered the tray. Naru looked at it for a moment than back at the maid. Surely I don't frighten the help THAT much, do I?

Naru didn't think she could look scary enough to firghten anyone that badly but then Damun Dami had always told her she could look feirce in a temper. But that feirce?

Naru took the tray from the maid and closed the door primly. To tell the truth, Naru would have stayed in the inn even if she had been forced to share with that debaucherous lummox. Her horse, Grem, was nearly asleep on her feet, he was so tired from the unusual long hours of riding.

Ugh, Naru though disgustedly as she set the tray on the table, Men! Need she say more?

Heralds from the white city had come to Celenurion since before Naru's great -grandparents had been born, though to Naru at the moment none of their descriptions came even close to the true sight of this magnificnet city. The white gates had rose above her and despite her promise to herself not to look like a gawking coutry bumpkin, Naru had stared. The early morning light had come, weak but true, had shone on the tops of the buildings as Naru had rode through the levals of the city, making them glow with a seemingly devine glow.

It knocked her breath away.

Naru soon arrived at the correct level and the correct inn, where The King had told her to go, Steward's Pride. It was a cozy litle place, with weel to do people sittingin front of the windows. As she entered, Naru was astounded at the noise that rose to greet her. A thunderouse boom, echoed through the common room, coming from a group of uniformed men at the bar. They seemed to be celebrating something. Naru had never heard the sound of them before.

"A boisterous lot," came a rumbling, rolling voice from behind. Naru. She turned and looked curiously at the man that walked behind her. Curiosity got the better of her and she followed the man to the opposite end of the bar where he set down his box of wine.

"How so, master?" Naru asked him.

"They are part of the palace guard," the man explained as he straitened and smiled at her. He was a large man with thining gray-red hair and kind, friendly blue eyes and very big arms. probably from lifting wine all his life, Naru thought.. "Any excuse to get them drunk will get them there."

"Oh? And what is their excuse?"

The man grinned at her and pured some wine into two glasses he had set on the bar. "Why to the Queen's fertility and to our coming prince, of course." He held out one of the glasses to her and Naru took it. "To the Queen," he said somberly, his blue eyes twinkling merrily.

Naru couldn't help but smile as she drank the wine down the same time as him. She placed the glass back on the bar. "I happen to be looking for someone, master. Do you think you could help me?"

A knowing look came onto his face. "That--" but he was cut off by a deafening shout of "TO THE QUEEN!" from the palace guards and had to begin again. "That depends on who it is you're looking for, lass." He grinned again as the cry of the guards was picked up by several of the other patrons.

Naru stared at him for a moment before answering, waiting until the cries died down. "I think you know who I seek, master."

"Aye," he answered as he poured her another wine. "That I probably do."

Naru sipped from her glass and watched the man. He had a open, cheerful face, with an air about him that might remind one of a fond grandfather or a favorite uncle. "I don't doubt that."

The man smiled at her kindly for a moment before shaking his head and muttering under his breath somthing about "lasses just off the apron strings" and "what has gotten into the lad?"

He looked at her again and told her, "Sit tight, he should be here any minute now."

Naru nodded and the man wondered off to pour another round for the group of guards. She sat back in the chair to wait, easily listening to several of the patrons at once. A few maids would bustle out of the kitchen every so often, to serve some sort of food to one of the patrons before bustleing right back into the kitchens. Bafore Naru knew it, she was smiling slightly and sipping on a third glass of wine. It was a good thing they were small, were the glasses.

Suddenly, as her wine was coming to an end, one of the serving maids appeared beofre her. She smiled at Naru and beckoned for her to follow her, "on the master's orders, " of course. Naruwas in quite a good mood, if she did say so herself, but all that abruptly fled when she saw what sat beside The King.

She stopped dead in her tracks to stare openly at The man from the inn on the road. "You!"

The man sat up slowly from his slouched position and gave her a throughly insulting once-over. "You," he said arrogantly drawing it out slowing, making it into an insinuation insted of and agreement that it might have been.

Aragorn looked from Raleon to Naruviel and back to Raleon. "I take it you've already met," he said to them.￹FPRIVATE "TYPEPICT;ALTNavigation"

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