Esmeralda, the Ear'Quessir.
Author's Note: Hello hello hello my lovely fan-fic readers/ writers/etc! How are you? Can you tell I'm in a very good mood? Well, last night we beat, for the first time ever, the conference champs (they've been champs for the past five or six years) and we ended their undefeated 7-0 streak. It was amazing! So I'm still way excited about that! Woot! Anyway, enough about me! On to the story, what you've all really come here to read anyway...
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Chapter 19: Whoa, I want one.
Aragorn has been sitting as still as stone the past I don't know, EVER. And Eowyn's practically killed herself trying to get him to answer her question. But, he's just been staring off into space, fingering that little necklace of his. I asked Legolas about it and what made it so important, the poor elf gasped so loud his horse almost bucked him off. Then he went into some rant about how it was connected to Arwen, and that's about were he lost me. He's still talking about it. I really don't care though. I've been balling up things of grass and throwing them at villagers we passed. And if you're wondering how I managed to get the grass, I collected it before we left Edoras. Yes, I collected grass. Deal with it. As I was saying, I balled up a great hand full of grass and was preparing to launch it at Aragorn's head when he popped out of his trance. Damn, there went my chance.
"Where is she? The woman who gave you that jewel?" Eowyn got this creepy look on her face, it was like a mix between about to cry, wanting vengeance, and the big urge to murder someone. Yeah, it wasn't pretty.
"Up you're AS-" Legolas must like me licking his hands, he keeps placing them on my face. So I did. Before throwing the grass at Aragorn. Who stayed in the trance and didn't move.
"My Lord?" Gah. She's so persistent, if I was Aragorn I'd back hand her and be like 'SHE'S PRETTIER THAN YOU SO SHUT UP!"
"She is sailing to the Undying Lands with all that is left of her kin." He said quietly, almost like he wanted it to be like he was having a vision of some sort. But I know better than that. I turned to throw the last handful of grass at Legolas, only to see him jump off his horse and run to the top of some hill. He's taking my stance! I don't think so. I jumped off to follow him, but Aragorn stopped me with a questioning look, I just shrugged and went by him. Half way there I was passed by Ham and another guard, and seconds after they passed Legolas I heard a scream of pain, and then a twang of a bow. The other guy, not sure of his name, came riding back over the hill and rode back towards the group following us. I ran towards Legolas to see him standing over something hideous. And smelly.
'What the hell is that?" I asked plugging my nose and pointing my finger at the carcass he was standing upon.
"A warg, well it's rider more like it."
"What's that?"
'That thing over there." I followed the direction he pointed and saw something that looked like a dog mated with some lion. In a way it was, kind of, okay looking. Ok never mind it was just as ugly. I turned back to Legolas, who was once again taking my stance atop the hill watching the other wargs coming. I ran up and knocked him over.
'I believe, I am the captain." He snickered before knocking me rolling back down the hill. I could hear Aragorn screaming at us about it not being the time for rolling down hills as a past time. We both started laughing. Until we noticed how much closer the riders were. Legolas the ever amazing loser, whipped out his bow and started shooting arrows left and right until he felt Arod ride up behind him. He did some fancy 'I'm a the hero woot' kind mount before leaving me behind. My horse merely ran by me, nickering as it went. Dumb animal.
"HEY! YOU! STOP!!" I shouted chasing after it, I got some strange looks needless to say, from warriors and warg riders. Then they started attacking me too. That's when my horse decided to stop running like an idiot. I could see Legolas laughing and pointing in between shooting. I stuck my tongue out at him, almost getting it chopped off. Till I cut the buggers arm off.
'Stupid horse, can't believe I got stuck with you...' I grumbled fighting to catch up with Legolas and Arod. I saw Gimli fall off his horse, again, And started laughing, again. Gimli glared in my direction before he noticed some lone warg stalking towards him. The weird ass dwarf was cooing to his axe, or the warg. Either way it was creepy. And disturbing. Legolas rode up behind Gimli during his little wooing session and shot the beast, making Gimli grumbled about some stupid score they were keeping. I told you, males and their fighting fix. Now Gimli's stuck underneath another warg, maybe I should go help him, especially now that the stupid riders crawling on top of the warg to kill Gimli. Who just snaps the things neck, before, sniffing it? Who the hell smells an orc? Honestly? I was staring at Gimli so hard I nearly got my head chopped off by Aragorn's greasy hair when he rode by. Yeah, it's that disgusting. Oops, now another warg is stepping on top of the ever growing dog pile on Gimli. He is quite the entertainer to watch. Luck just isn't on Gimli's side, Aragorn just threw a spear and killed the thing, but now it's stuck on top of Gimli, meaning he can't move. Good thing my horse is here or I might not have been able to stand while laughing. You know what else I think is funny? These stupid things are sexist, not one has attacked me, maybe if I put a helmet on...
"Esme...what are you doing?" Damn. I was caught by that pesky elf. I was about to steal a helmet off someone else and ride into the fray.
"Errrr...nothing Legolas. What made you think I was doing anything?" Smile. Stare. Smile. Glare. Slide away from elf, start running in opposite direction.
So the battle was finally winding down, and guess what! I actually got to kill two, on my own that is. Legolas pretty boy stole all the one's I was going for, until I snuck in behind him for the ones he missed. Mwuauahaha...I'm a genius. Oops… too loud. Gimli's just hacking away at some already dead warg. Freaking weirdo.
"Aragorn?" it was only until Legolas starting calling his name did I realize Aragorn was indeed missing.
"Hey Grease Boy! Where are youuuuuu????" I shouted searching some of the fallen horses around us, no Aragorn.
"Aragorn!" grunted Gimli, doing the same. Then I guess he worked hard cause all I could hear was some major wheezing.
'Hey Gimli, you might want to take it easy, I mean I know you're worried about Aragorn but I don't think he'd want you to die trying I mean, really be sensible." I said giving him a soothing look, he huffed and puffed before pointing to the thing lying on the ground. Laughing. "Right-o." Legolas was shaking with silent laughter, Gimli shook his head and turned back to the laughing thing.
"Tell me what happened and I will ease your passing." Gimli held his axe threateningly over the orc's head. I know I would fess up right fast if I were him. I stared menacingly over Gimli's shoulder. It didn't quite work as well on the orc as it did the hobbits. Gimli turned his head to glare up at me. "Do you mind lass? I don't appreciate you standing behind me." Legolas coughed to cover a snort.
'Yeah yeah sorry, continue." I backed up a little, he faced forward, I moved back behind him. He turned back around. 'Oh, did you mean now?" He nodded. 'Right gotcha." I left, man I love irritating that dwarf.
"He's... COUGH..."
"Urg, can we get him something to cover his mouth with?: I don't want anything brave enough to infect that ugly ass beast!" I said grimacing. Everyone turned an gave me a look, I mean, even the orc gave me a look. That's when you know you've said something stupid. Prize goes to me.
"Dead. He took a little tumble off the cliff." continued the orc eyeing me the whole time to see if I would interrupt. Legolas beat me to the punch and jumped the damn thing before I could get there.
"YOU LIE!" he shouted jerking the orc up by his vest. He just kept laughing. Then I noticed the little necklace in his hand. I reached for it, and handed it to Legolas, right as the thing gave a final chortle and kicked the bucket. Legolas looked at me before taking the necklace and walking to join Thoeden by the cliff. Gimli and Legolas both peered over the side as if to see if they could find him.
"Get the wounded on horses. The wolves of Isengard will return. Leave the dead." Theoden said, placing a hand on Legolas' shoulder when his head shot up in shock. "Come." I walked up to Legolas and gave wrapped my arms around his waist from behind.
"Amin hiraetha" (I'm sorry.) He merely glanced down at me with those saddened eyes before staring back over the edge of the cliff.
Eowyn met us at the entrance when we finally reached Helms Deep. The trip there had been a somber one, Legolas stared blankly into the distance, only listening when Theoden asked a question. Me and Gimli actually shared a quite decent conversation if you can believe it or not.
"So few. So few of you have returned." She was looking intently through the crowd and I knew just who she was looking for, so of course I had to butt in and make things difficult.
"Whatcha looking at?" I leaned over the side of my horse, I had yet to get off, and leered.
"Our people are safe. We have paid for it with many lives. " Theoden was helping an injured rider off his horse and couldn't tell how distraught his own niece was. Shame shame.
" Lord Aragorn. Where is he?" She stared straight into my eyes, tears already about to fall. Gimli thinking I would be a jerk ran forward. I wonder what ever would give him that idea?
"He fell." The water works were flowing. I looked back to find Legolas, but he wasn't anywhere to be found. Sneaky little elves...errrrr...anyway.
I searched the ravine from top to bottom and finally found Legolas leaning against the deeping wall staring into the sunset.
"Sut naa lle umien?" (How are you doing?) He didn't jump so at least I know he knew I was already there.
"Tereva" (Fine.) He replied curtly not even looking in my direction. Well, he didn't have to be that mean when he said it.
"Lle uumlamya 'tereva'. (You don't sound fine.) I crossed my arms waiting for his reply, you know what he did? Just walked away. "Tereva! Auta miqula orqu!" (Fine! Go kiss an orc!) I stalked back into Helms Deep.
"He's alive!" Next time someone yells that, I will knock them off the wall. They've been screaming that for about ten minutes now. I mean obviously someone's not dead. We get it honestly. Gimli just bowled me over running to where the guys was screaming. He must have hit his boiling point this time, I suppose I have more will power than him. I'll just follow to see what the dwarf does.
"Where is he? Where is he? Get out of the way! I'm gonna kill him!" He was shoving people left and right trying to push through to the front, all I had to do was glare and they moved.
"Gimli! Who are you talking about?" I said following at a safe distance so I didn't become the receiver of all the villagers return fire, meant for Gimli of course. I was too busy dodging to notice him stopping and ended up tripping over him. Yes over, he is short you know. "What the hell-o!" I caught glance of the same raggedy old shoes I'd seen thousands of times before. And I glanced slightly upward and saw the same ratty old cloak and pants. "AND THERE'S THE SAME RAGGEDY OLD FACE!" I jumped on Aragorn knocking him backwards, before I remembered how angry I should be at him. "Sut very lle, Utinu en lokirim!" (How dare you, you son of snakes!) I bopped him over the head while he sat and laughed at my indignation. So I hit him again. Until Gimli dragged me away so he could talk to him.
"Esme, you hit like a girl." Aragorn said smiling in my direction. Gimli rolled his eyes, he knew where this was going.
"Uma, eithel, Llie n'vanima ar' lle atara lanneina! Ar'dolle naa lost" (Yeah, well, you're ugly and your mother dresses you funny! And your head is empty!)" I smirked at him, only to see him in the midst of full fledge guffawing. He was leaning against the nearest stone column holding his sides laughing away. "Excuse me!" I stomped my foot finally getting his attention. He looked at me for a few minutes, wiping away tears of mirth at my expense, before capturing me in an unexpected bear hug. "ERRGGGGG! Can't. Breathe."
"Oio naa elealla alasse'" (Ever is thy sight a joy). He said when he finally placed me on the ground, leave it to him to be mushy. I just smiled and waved him off. Gimli tackled him again.
"You are the luckiest, the canniest and the most reckless man I ever knew. Bless you, laddie." And then Gimli gave him a hug. Yes the dwarf gave the human a hug. For the first time...I don't know… ever! I never thought I would see a day when Gimli showed he had that emotion called love. Aragorn finally got free of the dwarf's grasp looking the same way I felt. Surprised.
"Where is the King?" Gimli merely nodded his head in the direction of the king. Oh so he could give some one a hug, but not real directions? What a noob. I decided to follow him just to see what was going on. Half way there we ran into Elf boy. Silent, docile, and boring, like a rock. Ok, I lied he's not all of those.
"Le ab-dollen" (You're late.) Legolas said, making me and Aragorn glare at him, obviously he didn't pay me any heed. "You look terrible." Aragorn grinned like a mad man before Legolas hands him the necklace of his love. I heard a swish of skirts and turned in time to see Eowyn stopping not to far away, she's seen the necklace and knows she can't move in now. I did a victory dance drawing everyone's attention on me.
"Erm, right well, to the king!" I walked right past Legolas without even looking at him, the Orc kisser.
Understand this, yes, I love dramatic irony, dramatic tension, and dramatic entrances but Aragorn, loves them far more than I do. For instance, when we reached Theoden's chamber, he didn't just push threw the doors, he THREW the doors open, and stood still so everyone could get a good look at who was entering. I was in the background, speechless with confusion, I mean, I'm not even that bad when it comes to drama! I only snapped out of my stupor when King for the Day bumped my elbow while he walked by. Didn't even say sorry mind you. I followed behind Legolas, throwing dirty looks in his direction, every now and then he would flinch which signified he felt them.
"A great host you say?" Theoden was pacing around his study wondering how to deal the huge army that was marching in our direction as we sat and had a little chat.
"All Isengard is emptied." Aragorn replied watching Theoden pace.
"How many?" Really now, you've got to be kidding me, even Gimli's not that stupid. I never said that.
"Oh I don't know, two or three at most." I said from the seat beside Aragorn. I was leaning back, so he took advantage of that and kicked the back legs out. I sat straight up smiling after the chair hit the floor, I know I'll have a bump there for a while. Blonde boy had the nerve to snicker, so I threw a grape at him, and hit him in the temple, so it was my turn to laugh.
"I'm the king Esmeralda, you would do well with respecting that." Theoden said, continuing to pace.
"Lle naa haran e' nausalle" (You're king in your imagination) I grumbled under my breath. "Of course your honor. I apologize." I mock bowed while Aragorn rolled his eyes at my antics, and Legolas giggled. Yes, giggled.
'Ten thousand strong at least." Aragorn tried to keep a straight face while continuing the past conversation.
"Ten thousand?" I had to stop my self from making a rude comment, but that didn't stop me from sending a return fire grape in Legolas' direction, we'd been throwing grapes at each other for the past ten minutes.
"It is an army bred for a single purpose. To destroy the world of men. They will be here by nightfall." Aragorn stood and looked between me and Legolas before shaking his head and turning his back.
"Let them come!" shouted Theoden, making me jump and choke on the grape I was trying to eat. Legolas and Gimli had their weird freak fighting smiles on. I shook my head and rolled my eyes.
"Males."
Author's Note: So what do you think? Let me know! 15 days till my birthday! (not counting today!) WOOT!