Here ya go, sorry it took so long, we've been redecorating and I've been
offline...you don't know how traumatising it was for me. Hope you like it.
Istalindar. PS sorry for any spelling mistakes...my computer isnt
recognising anything but grammar errors, so I have to kinda read it thru
and hope I don't miss any. If I do...forgive me.
I woke in the middle of the night in a position that wasn't entirely unpleasant. It was cold in the tent, and it seemed sometime in the night I had curled up to Legolas in an attempt to get warm. Now I was spooned against him, his arms tight around me. I looked over and saw Aragorn watching me. He and Éowyn were in much the same position, though I doubt he was getting the same pleasure out of his position as I was from mine. He frowned at me, and I raised my eyebrows slightly.
"What's you problem?" I asked silently. He looked shocked to hear my voice in his mind.
"Have you got no morals?" he demanded of me, learning quickly and thinking the words rather than speaking them.
"Plenty. Just none that refer to me using the man I love to keep me warm." I retorted.
"He's married." Aragorn protested.
"So? Mairra's not here, and I doubt she'll hear about this. It's harmless, Aragorn, and besides. Both you and Éowyn are married and you still look pretty cosy."
"It's cold in here."
"So it is." I said dryly. "And Legolas is keeping me warm, just like you're keeping Éowyn warm. We're not exactly wearing a lot, you might have noticed. And desert nights are cold. Be content, Aragorn. There's nothing going on between us, and our position is no less innocent than yours." He rolled his eyes at me, and I closed my eyes and went back to sleep.
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The following day Bria did not get out of bed. I spent the day worrying about her, and Éowyn soon gave up trying to make me stop worrying.
There was noise from outside, and a young Haradrim guard entered our tent.
"Do any of you care for your queen?" he asked quietly. I nodded. The others sent me warning looks which I ignored. "She is being drugged. The drug is slowly killing her, like it killed the previous queen." He paused.
"What do you want us to do?" I asked.
"I want to save her. And I need your help."
He outlined his plan. It was, simply put, a smash and grab, so to speak. We smash in the skulls of various guards, bang Bria on the head rather more gently, then abduct her and steal camels, and ride away.
"But I don't know where to take her." The guard said. "I thought, since you aren't natives, that you'd know somewhere to take her."
"What about Anorondor?" I said helpfully. Éowyn rolled her eyes at me.
"I don't know. The Queen is said to have a rather strict policy regarding Haradrim. And if she turns us away, then what?"
"I think I can get the queen to agree. And even if she doesn't, we can go to Gondor. They usually have a fairly good refugee policy." I smirked and Aragorn raised an eyebrow at me
"So we take her to Anorondor, and if that fails, then Gondor. Will the king defend us?"
"He will." Aragorn said definitely. The guard looked between us uncertainly, the nodded.
"Very well." He stood to leave.
"Wait! What's your name?" I asked him. He looked down at me. I suddenly realised how young he was. He couldn't have been much older than eighteen or twenty. He wasn't bad looking either.
"My name? Chian." I nodded. "You will be ready tonight?" I nodded again and he gave me the lock-pick we would use to free ourselves as night approached.
I woke in the middle of the night in a position that wasn't entirely unpleasant. It was cold in the tent, and it seemed sometime in the night I had curled up to Legolas in an attempt to get warm. Now I was spooned against him, his arms tight around me. I looked over and saw Aragorn watching me. He and Éowyn were in much the same position, though I doubt he was getting the same pleasure out of his position as I was from mine. He frowned at me, and I raised my eyebrows slightly.
"What's you problem?" I asked silently. He looked shocked to hear my voice in his mind.
"Have you got no morals?" he demanded of me, learning quickly and thinking the words rather than speaking them.
"Plenty. Just none that refer to me using the man I love to keep me warm." I retorted.
"He's married." Aragorn protested.
"So? Mairra's not here, and I doubt she'll hear about this. It's harmless, Aragorn, and besides. Both you and Éowyn are married and you still look pretty cosy."
"It's cold in here."
"So it is." I said dryly. "And Legolas is keeping me warm, just like you're keeping Éowyn warm. We're not exactly wearing a lot, you might have noticed. And desert nights are cold. Be content, Aragorn. There's nothing going on between us, and our position is no less innocent than yours." He rolled his eyes at me, and I closed my eyes and went back to sleep.
&
The following day Bria did not get out of bed. I spent the day worrying about her, and Éowyn soon gave up trying to make me stop worrying.
There was noise from outside, and a young Haradrim guard entered our tent.
"Do any of you care for your queen?" he asked quietly. I nodded. The others sent me warning looks which I ignored. "She is being drugged. The drug is slowly killing her, like it killed the previous queen." He paused.
"What do you want us to do?" I asked.
"I want to save her. And I need your help."
He outlined his plan. It was, simply put, a smash and grab, so to speak. We smash in the skulls of various guards, bang Bria on the head rather more gently, then abduct her and steal camels, and ride away.
"But I don't know where to take her." The guard said. "I thought, since you aren't natives, that you'd know somewhere to take her."
"What about Anorondor?" I said helpfully. Éowyn rolled her eyes at me.
"I don't know. The Queen is said to have a rather strict policy regarding Haradrim. And if she turns us away, then what?"
"I think I can get the queen to agree. And even if she doesn't, we can go to Gondor. They usually have a fairly good refugee policy." I smirked and Aragorn raised an eyebrow at me
"So we take her to Anorondor, and if that fails, then Gondor. Will the king defend us?"
"He will." Aragorn said definitely. The guard looked between us uncertainly, the nodded.
"Very well." He stood to leave.
"Wait! What's your name?" I asked him. He looked down at me. I suddenly realised how young he was. He couldn't have been much older than eighteen or twenty. He wasn't bad looking either.
"My name? Chian." I nodded. "You will be ready tonight?" I nodded again and he gave me the lock-pick we would use to free ourselves as night approached.