Author's Notes: Back from my holiday. Here's the next chapter I wrote there. Hope you like it and please tell me what u think it.

Behind Feathers

I sat in silence drawing the city in the sketchpad as people rushed around Edoras preparing to leave. The King stalked the halls, pondering on his decision. Eowyn quietly practiced slicing the air with a sword. Gimli had dragged Legolas off to look at someone rocks, he too had tried to get me to come but I declined.

The King suddenly stopped pacing and looked at the sketchpad. "Is that my city, you draw so fair and peaceful?" He asked gesturing to the paper. I nodded and kept on hatching the roof of the Blacksmith's house. "You are very skilled in drawing, you must be even better at stitching or sewing"

I smirked and stopped drawing. "No, that is untrue. As one of my many tutors once put it: 'My oh my, the girl can barely pick up a niddle without drawing blood or do anything but a blood stained, piece of cloth with a obscure stickman sewn upon it with illogical proportions.' That would be said on a good day, too." I could almost her judgemental voice in my head complaining about me to either my father, my uncle or too Lord Elrond.

The King gave me a quizzical look as if he was confused. "What would you do?" He suddenly said.

"Sorry?" I said closing the sketchpad.

"What would you do if this were your kingdom? What would you do if Saruman and he hordes attacked Castdeia and you where Men of Horses?" He said almost pleading for me to answer.

I thought for a moment. I had no clue. "I am not sure, for there is too many differences but I would do anything so long as it protected Castdeia and it's people."

The King sighed. "I am sorry. You should not worry your head about the war."

I wasn't sure to take that as offence but I shrugged. "No need. It us your kingdom and you are worried which is only natural. Rohan will get threw this, but it will leave scars, prominent scars that will last for many of my own lifetimes"

Hours later:

A trail of carts, horses and people left the city lead by their King. No one was happy about leaving not even the horses who did not like the idea of new pastures and land. I rode Damon sometimes barely keeping my eyes open in time to stir him the right way.

I closed my eyes for a second and nearly stirred Damon into Aragorn and his horse. Damon neighed in the discomfort of knowing his rider could barely stay awake. I jumped awake and stirred him in the right way. "Sorry, boy." I repeated over and over again.

"Tired?" Legolas said as he slowed Arod down.

"What makes you think that?" I said irritably. I covered my mouth, not believing how rude I had just been to my comrade. "Sorry... I didn't mean to say that, I swear" I said quickly.

I carried on. Sinolest's witchcraft had really taken the energy from me. Every time I felt like my eyes wanted to close I looked at the sun waking myself up.

Gimli had already fallen from his horse twice. The next time he did it, Thèoden called for a break. I left Damon to graze and sat under the cliff face. I dropped off into a weak sleep, still hearing the commotion around me.

Someone suddenly giggled in the real world. I opened my eyes and blinked a few times. Four kids were sat in front of me with their legs crossed. All of them under the age of eight. Among them was Freda. "Don't bug the poor woman, you little rascals" One Eowyn's maid cried as she rushed over.

"Do some magic. The guards say you can do magic." One child shouted.

I laughed. "Magic? No that's Gandalf's style, I think"

The maid ran over in a huff. "You little rascals! I turn my back you go run off! Stop bugging people who look different or are from different Kingdoms." She said with exhausted expressions.

"It's ok. You rest or something. I'm sure I can keep these rascals from causing trouble while everyone else rests" I paused and noticed Legolas stood over to my right looking rather surprised. "Oi! Legolas stop staring and sit down and be a good, polite little Legolas" I teased.

"Yeah! Do as she says, Legol...es?" One little boy of six years shouted at the poor Elf Prince.

The maid left to get food and Legolas joined the children sat with his legs crossed with his arms folded and back straight. "Name an animal"

"Horsey!" Someone shouted.

I looked at a large spot of soil where no shrubbery grew. I pictured the shape of Damon, who was stood quietly grazing in the rolling valley with the other horses of Edoras. Four small fires appeared and began to grow, making the fire horse's legs. These legs then made the body and the body grew a head. Smoke bellowed out of it's nostrils and mouth as it breathed. It stomped it's feet and flicked back it's head. It's mane of dark blue fire blew in the wind gracefully. I was it's puppeteer pulling it's flaming strings with my mind. It breathed when I breathed.

"Is it real?" Freda asked Legolas as she pulled on his cloak so she could get his attention.

"No, it doesn't have a soul or mind of it's own. The fire is real and so is Tara, she moves it and creates it." He said calmly as he looked at the horse of fire who breathed circles of smoke at his face.

"What's going on here then?" Gimli shouted as he walked round a rock that was too big for him to see over.

"Can you make a copy of him?" Legolas said mischievously. I nodded. The fire horse folded in on it's self and then changed into a clone of Gimli. I had never made a person of fire. I had made mirrors before that reflected people but not an actual person made from flames. My ability over fire had grown over the past months.

Gimli came round the rock and stumbled back in shock. He was speechless, unable to comprehend what had just happened. The children giggled then huddled behind Legolas, trying to hide from the 'small man' which was the name they had christened Gimli with. I made the flaming clone wave and then put it out so no flames were in sight. "Whatever you do, do not eat any of Eowyn's stew, it is vile" He warned before Eowyn appeared walking up the hillock baring a cookingpot in her hand.

After declining the stew the children went back to the maid. Gimli followed Eowyn to tell her of the greatness of the Lonely Mountain and it's mines. That left me and Legolas to sit awkwardly together. We talked about our homes and how we had been brought up.

"You two, we're leaving get your horses ready." A guard shouted from the back of his grey horse.

'Horus, when your finished tearing that pigeon to shreds catch up with the group' I said Horus stood on the rocks eating away at a dead pigeon.

'You mean, catch up with you and the Prince of Mirkwood' He said Legolas's title with sneer. What on earth had got into him? Not even Legolas could replace Horus, I mean he was just my friend and Horus was my Phoenix.

'Horus, he's just a friend for crying out loud! What's got into you? No one and nothing could replace you.' I said to him. I heard him huff then he flew down and sat on my shoulder, glaring at Legolas. 'Calm it, I thought you liked him.'

'I do.' He bowed his head, ashamed of himself. 'Sorry. Let me apologise to him.' He said quickly.

"Horus, says he's sorry for glaring at you." I said Legolas as both of us got to our feet.

'Not like that' Horus said as he flew off my shoulder with glowing feathers.

In the air there was a smell of burning flesh. A blue sphere incased Horus as he hovered, 6.5ft off tne ground. The sphere grew so it touched the ground then faded inwards. Stood in the place of Horus was a man with skin as pale as snowdrop. His eyes glowed like blue flames. His hair went down to his chin and his fringe swept over from the right and went over half of his left eye. But his hair was not a natural colour, it was dark blue that shifted to black when he moved in different light. The angles of his face were defined and mirrored the other side of his face. On the back of his right hand was a tattoo of the scar that joined us together. It was Horus. On his back were a pair of giant blue and white wings.

He coughed loudly and bowed to me. "Surprise?" He said with the voice that I had only ever heard in my head. He was dressed in a thin form of armoured shirt that was tinted blue and made to look like feathers. On his legs were black trousers and thin leather boots. A silver necklace hung round his neck with a glass of blue fire as a charm. Around his hips was a belt, on which hung a sheathed silver sword which had a fire pattern etched into the hilt of the sword.

"Your not even old enough to learn how to do that. Not even Eos can do that and he's twice your age" I said in amazement.

"Eos can but he chooses not too. I myself am bored of that small form. Legolas can I speak with you privately, for a moment?" He asked. With Horus's voice, when he asks someone something politely it usually seemed more like a command.

Legolas was still astounded by Horus's sudden change. He opened his mouth then closed it, only to answer with a slight nod.

I looked at the two of them rather shocked as they walked together. I went to Damon and jumped on his back. I rode to the main part of camp and trotted up to Aragorn. I jumped off Damon's back and stood next to Aragorn. "Prepare to be confused as hell" I said quickly as Legolas and Horus walked down the hill in deep conversation with Arod falling like a loyal dog.

Somehow Horus's wings had disappeared and were no longer prominent on his back. "Who on earth is that?" Aragorn asked his hand going to hilt of his sword.

I grabbed it and stopped him from drawing his sword. "It's Horus, he said he was bored in his bird form when he knew he could be in his humanoid form. He did have wings on his back a minute ago" I spotted Gimli running forward as if to attack Horus. Before he could get into a sprint I grabbed the back of his hood, bringing him to a standstill. "Don't Gimli, unless you would like to get burnt by the both of us" I warned. "Look more closely before you deceive a friend who have known a long time as an enemy."

Gimli grumbled then glared at Horus when he came over. Horus looked down at Gimli then at me. 'The Dwarf's giving me the evils, again.' Horus spoke in my head. I shrugged. Gimli practically glared at anyone who had no receive his respect.

Thèoden came over to see what had caused his guards to become more alert. "Horus, at Tara's service and probably yours service too, King Thèoden" He bowed and stood straight again.

Thèoden looked up and down at Horus as if to judge him. "Can you fight with that?" Thèoden asked pointing to the sword on Horus's belt.

Horus touched the hilt of his sword. "No idea. But I have watched enough well handed swordsman to know how to use it... I think. Anyway I can go all Phoenix if I cannot, sire."

"That's good enough. Let us make haste, if we want to get to Helm's Deep before nightfall"