Copyright 2005-2006 © Marie Carlson. All rights reserved.
A/N: Okay, the rest of the notes on this have been revised but not rewritten so they may not make sense. This story was originally posted under Rochelle Adams' account. Since I got my own account, I'm putting it on here so it may be a little confusing for those that already read this to see it up again. I will post the whole thing at the same time though and it will be labeled as complete. Sorry for the inconvenience and thanks! Oh and this is mostly movie verse.
Knock, knock
Oh, bother! Another person to wish me welcome to Edoras! Can't they take a hint?
Threwen turned away from the window, plastered her best smile on her face, and opened the door to greet yet another new neighbor carrying a loaf of bread. She knew she was going to be sick of bread by winter's end. Hey, she had only been in this town for one week and she was already sick of it!
"Thank you very much!" she said, grinning with fake kindness. Threwen usually liked people, but this was too much.
Maybe moving here wasn't the best idea. Maybe I should've turned down that offer. Is it worth it?
The 18 year old collapsed into a chair after ushering out the last visitor and surveyed her surroundings. Her cottage was rather quaint, its previous occupants obviously a small family. She had purchased it after they had left to seek shelter elsewhere. A lot of people were fleeing Rohan these days, but where else were they to go? Gondor was much worse and no one was stupid enough to venture into Fangorn Forest for the rumors of that place were even worse than that of Minas Tirith.
Not that Threwen was afraid of Fangorn. She had been there. Actually she had lived there for a few months.
Not that bad, once you get used to it, she thought. Of course, I had no choice, no other place to go…until he found me. Then I had a purpose… or so she thought.
She pushed these dark thoughts from her mind and decided that some fresh air would do her good. She loved riding and, having been cooped up all day, settled on taking a short trip around Edoras.
This was all fine and dandy until she and Asimma, her horse, realized how very small Edoras was. Upon noticing this, Threwen rode back home, got a small bag of supplies for one night out in the countryside, and quickly went out of the city into said countryside.
She had always loved taking one night trips to sleep under the stars. Stuffy cottages had never suited her. They blocked out the fresh night air and the view of the vast heavens above.
Threwen breathed deeply, inhaling the smell of grass, the wind nipping at her cheeks, blowing her blonde hair about wildly.
"Now this is more like it, Asimma," she said to her horse, patting the mare gently on the neck. It snorted in reply and pawed at the ground impatiently.
"Oh, so you wanna run, eh? Well alright then!"
Threwen let the horse speed up, the sleek animal quickly picking up swiftness. Soon they were racing across the plains that made up Rohan's beautiful geography. The girl felt her heart start to drum faster, its beat matching that of the wonderful animal she rode upon. It was truly exhilarating!
Finally, she urged the horse to slow down a bit and soon they were trotting along at an ease pace, enjoying the wide open.
"We should do this more often," she commented, laughing.
They rode on for a couple more hours at a leisurely pace, both enjoying being out of the quiet and dull capital. By now Edoras was off in the distance, but still visible.
Suddenly Threwen noticed Asimma becoming agitated. The mount abruptly came to a full stop and started to rear up a little, causing her rider to become a little unsteady.
"What's wrong, Asimma? Steady girl!"
She gripped the reigns tightly, afraid of falling off. The young woman wondered what her animal friend was so tense about, hoping that it wasn't anything dangerous.
Swiftly another rider came into view, a man it looked like, shrouded in a dark cloak. She wondered what an unscrupulous character like him was doing so close to Edoras. The Riders of the Riddermark had to be somewhere nearby…
"I bring word from your master," he said once he came alongside her and her horse. He handed her a small piece of paper.
Threwen looked at him cautiously before slowly taking the note. She scanned it quickly, her green eyes widening.
"Those are your new orders," said the man. He didn't seem to be expecting any reply, as he started to turn to ride off.
Threwen stopped him. "What happens if I don't choose to comply with what my master demands of me?" she called to him. She had a rebellious look in her eye.
He turned around slowly, his face unseen because of the hood covering his eyes. He pulled up next to her once again until they were at eye level (the girl was rather tall). Suddenly he pulled his hand back and struck her hard across the face. The impact resulted in her falling from the saddle to land heavily on the ground.
"You will do as the master commands."
The dark rider galloped away swiftly before she could take any action against him.
Except Threwen wouldn't have been able to take any action for she had barely heard the rider's reply before she slipped into unconsciousness, her head having struck the ground painfully when she was knocked out of her seat atop her horse. Suddenly, Threwen's world went black.
End Note: Ooh, drama. Love it!