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un prince de la forêt verte et une fée écossaise	By : satanat Category: -Multi-Age > Het - Male/Female Views: 1179 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter Three: One hundred and six

Or- my what a lovely cloak you have!

"'Riders!' cried Aragorn, springing to his feet. 'Many riders on swift steeds are coming towards us!'

'Yes' said Legolas, 'There one one hundred and five. Yellow is their hair, and bright are their spears. Their leader is very tall.'

Aragorn smiled. 'Keen are the eyes of the Elves,' he said."

(the two towers;p32)

Sarah collapsed at the foot of one of the massive trees surrounding her.

She had run blindly through the dark forest for hours, and now she needed to rest.

After resting for a few moments she suddenly realised she could smell smoke, her eyes widened, a forest was not a good place to be in a fire!…she carefully sniffed the air, and to her relief, the smoke was stale. Although she could tell it wasn't wood that burned.

'probably a bonfire' she thought to herself.

Judging herself to be in no immediate danger, she turned her mind to the trees around her.

She could tell the forest was ancient. She could only compare the trees to those huge ones in California that she'd seen once on holiday. Except this forest was dense and clogged up, not an open fresh healthy one. The great trees' branches twisted and entwined with each other making it impossible to tell which tree ended where. The ground was thick with moss and bits of fallen wood and bark. Long strands of vines hung like cobwebs in great sweeping arcs from almost every branch or trunk.

It was like it was rotten.. or dying..

Thinking about it gave her the creeps however so she pushed the eerie silence from her mind and wrapped her cloak closer around herself.As she did so the fabric let out his smell… before she could stop herself she found herself thinking of his eyes.. bright blue…

Sighing, she guiltily buried her face in the soft gray material. It made her feel safe…

It was such a nice warmmm cloak..

Shaking herself she sat up straighter.

"Bastard.. okay.. maybe not.. but those guys were weirdo's.."

Trying to regain her composure she took a few deep breaths.

"Okay Sarah. I have a few questions for you,
1. how the hell did you end up here?
2. where exactly is here?
3. Why are you talking to yourself?"
The girl paused, seemingly pondering the questions, "Hmm….well, I can pretty safely assume I ended up 'here' due to my own inability to control simple spells and mind charms. No doubt instead of turning Ms Roberts into a duck, I accidentally created a travel charm.."

(which she paused at, because the creation of travel-charms was something even pure blooded nobles, with the strongest magic in them, found difficult. Usually people bought pre-mixed ones as it were.)

"…However, I have no idea where here is.. somewhere in the wilderness? Lapland?!? How should I bloody know..and yes brain… I should stop talking to myself. I agree."

Sighing, Sarah banged her head back against the tree trunk behind her.

'Should I try and go home?.. or will I just end up in an even worse position?.."

"ARGH! I AM SO STUPID!!"

She sat there for another hour or so. Thinking mostly, and occasionally whacking her head against the tree.

Finally she decided she would try and find out where exactly she was before she did anything foolish. Maybe she would need to use her magic to get home, or perhaps she was just out in the woods somewhere and could travel home on more conventional methods. Portal! Pre-mix Travel charm! Plane even! Or pes a s a reindeer.. they had them in Lapland right?

Standing she brushed her uniform off and looked herself over.

"well. I think some pants might be in order. It's a wee bit nippy for my summer uniform."

Sarah scowled at her skirt and it swiftly spread along her legs, wrapping them snuggly.

Pleased with herself she moved onthe the rest of her clothes. She was getting the hang of this particular charm.

"the jacket's cozy enough, but I hate these blouses.."

Poking her tongue out at the offending shirt it melted into a less starchy cotton undershirt.

"Hmm… that's warm.. but boring…"

Screwing up a touch more anger (not too much though, she didn't want to wake up on an ice flow or something.) the shirt split into two and grew a nice silk long sleeved top.

As an after thought Sarah added some silver embroidery to it to set off the little silver buttons on her jacket.

"Done and done! Much better!"

She took a little longer to brush her hair out and neaten her hair clips, then started for where she could see the trees thinned. Before she had left the protection of the trees however, the wind began to whistle right through her pants, chilling her legs to the bone. Frowning, the material became suede.

'mm… toasty..'

Smiling to herself Sarah then stepped gratefully out of the creepy forest and onto the windy plains she'd awoken upoP>
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She noticed two things instantly.

Firstly, a thick column of smoke of to her right, and secondly the fact that the grass before her was filled with fierce looking men armed men on horses.

Staring at her.

Pointing at her.

They looked like Vikings.

Her girlish instincts kicking into play for the second time that day surneurned to flee,

Only to find herself ringed in on every side by the men with very sharp looking spears pointed at her.

The men were muttering to each other, apparently thinking she couldn't hear,

"A girl!"

".. what is she doing out here?!"

"…witchcraft!"

"maybe she's elvish?"

"..out of that cursed wood! Maybe she's…"

"..dressed like one of their folk! A woman in leggings!?.."

They all fell silent however when a tall, handsome, fair-haired man raised him hand. He, like the other riders had a heavy painted shield, a long spear of ash and a sword at his side. He wore burnished silver mail and upon his head sat a bright helm topped with a crest of white horsehair.

"Speak your business in the Riddermark maiden."

Sarah's fear left her instantly.

How dare he speak to her like a commoner! She had the mark of nobility in her eyes, it was impossible to mistake her for a normal girl.

She put her hands on her hips and as she spoke her voice held more of an accent then it usually did, so insulted was she, "Excuse you sir! Who are you to point a spear at me, then demand to know my private business?.. Never have I been so insulted or addressed so improperly!"

He raised an eyebrow in surprise. Pausing for a moment he let his eyes flick over her, from head to toe, taking in her odd, though rich looking dress, long shining clean hair and delicate figure. His eyes widened slightly as he took the colour of her eyes.

"I am Éomer son of Éomund, Third Marshal of Riddermark. Now speak you business..." here he paused, for well had he noted Sarah's beauty and noble bearing, and added, "my Lady."

Sarah inclined her head slightly, "Very well, I am merely seeking to return to my homeland. I was…" Sarah wondered what she should tell this suspicious and apparently violent lord, "kidnapped! And I have no idea of my whereabouts.."

Éomer made a signal and his men lowered their spears but all stared at her, most in wonder or awe at her beauty, others suspiciously, untrusting of what they took for an elf.

"That is most unfortunate my lady…?"

"oh, I do apologise, my name is Lady Sarah lilidh de Málnoir my lord."

"well Lady Sarah Lilidh I would gladly help you find your way, for in these dark times I am afraid the Rohirrim must focus on protecting the Mark, and I can be of little other assistance."

"I am much obliged my lord Éomer."

Éomer nodded and turned to the man next to him, "Bring the Lady Sarah one of the spare horses." He turned back to Sarah, "Come, we cannot tary here I am afraid, my men and I are needed elsewhere. We will talk as we ride, and I shall help you as best I can. Then I am afraid you shall have to make your own way."

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Éomer was unsure of this giShe She acted like many of the ladies of the court he knew, very dignified and proper, and somewhat spoilt and childish, but if he did not know better he would undoubtedly say she was an elf.

He glanced over at her as she rode beside him with ease and grace, astride her horse, (not side saddle he noted) her lean legs flexing slightly with the horse's movements.

Turning to him she smiled radiantly, violet eyes shining, "This is fun! I have not ridden since my holidays in the Summer."

Éomer felt his heart skip a little as he gazed over at that lovely face, "Well, we do ride ride for pleasure in these days Lady Sarah." The smile slipped of the girl's face instantly, "Now, come, tell me where you hail from and I will advise of the safest route home, avoiding the dangers of orcs and other fell creatures."

"Orcs? What is an orc? And what is going on? Is your country at war?"

Éomer frowned, "You do not know of orcs? ..But surely you know of the growing strength of the dark Lord in Mordor Lady Sarah?"

The girl shook her head.

"Well, it is to long a story to tell now, but I will say that the Riddermark is not openly at war, though I doubt it shall remain so for long, for the dark Lord seeks to dominate all of middle earth or so it seems."

Sarah had no idea what the young man was talking about, but he seemed very depressed and sorrowful, so she decided to believe him. "That is horrid Éomer! I only hope that such evil will be stopped! I am surprised I have not heard tell of this Lord in my own land."

"Yes. That is odd. Come now, you have yet to tell of your country."

Sarah had an inkling that maybe she had screwed herself over with more than a travel charm from the medieval-like people she had met. Not to mention the fact she had never heard of the Riddermark or this dark Lord or Mordor. 'Now I shall find out I suppose..'

"Well, my mother's lands are in Scotland, and my father's in the north of France, though he is currently in his English manor. Does any of that sound familiar to you?"

The horse-lord frowned, "nay my lady, scot land? France?..I am afraid those kingdoms mean nothing to me."

Sarah frowned, "oh." 'crap, thiobabobably means I've ended up somewhere entirely different.. maybe I went back in time?…no.. everyone knows that's impossible…', "Please then, tell me of the lands surrounding this.. Riddermark, perhaps they will be known to me."

"Aye lady." Said Éomer and briefly told Sarah of the lands of western middle earth mentioning as far as the Misty mountains and Rivendell, but it meant nothing to her.

"well my lady, your lands must be far indeed, perhaps over the seas even, your accent is not even familiar to me. I am afraid I can be of no more help to you… but tell me, you are not an.. elf are you?"

Sarah's eyes widened and she let out a giggle, "An elf? What on earth makes you say that!?"

Éome frowned, "well.. you have a certain look about you..that cloak for instance.. and your eyes.."

"Oh, that! It is a mark of nobilty where I come from. All the nobles and royals have gilt eyes. That was why I was so offended by you earlier, I thought you would surely recognise me as a lady because of it. And this cloak," Sarah paused anbbedbbed its soft folds between her fingers, "was a… gift.. from a traveler I came across this morning."

"well then. That explains it. So, how old are ye then my lady?" asked Éomer, thinking he might catch her out if she really was an elf.

"Oh, 18."

Satisfied she was in fact, just a beautiful foreign girl and not a witch-elf, Éomer nodded and continued to ride. He thought it a great pity she had not come in times of peace when he might be able to court her, as it was, he would probably never see her after this day. He was thinking this way for some time as they rode on in silence.

Eventually Sarah sighed, "What am I to do then? If I cannot go home?"

Breaking out of his thoughts, Éomer again turned to gaze at her, "This not a good time to be lost and wandering in these parts my lady. I suggest you make for Edoras, the seat of my king Théoden, son of Thengel. But I fear my Lord's ear is poisioned by a traitor and you may not find much welcome there" He frowned, "Once Rohan greeted travelers and strangers with open arms, but no more I am afraid." He sighed, "Fromre yre you can safely follow the road below the white mountains on to Minas Tirith, capital of Gondor. That is an ancient city, mayhap they will have some knowledge that will aid you."

It was at that moment Sarah sensed something.

She swiftly looked back over her shoulder. He was nearby, she could feel his presence.

A loud clear voice rung out over the host, "What news from the North, Riders of Rohan?"

As one the horses around her turned at surrounded the man who had spoken.

Sarah cautiously made her way back towards the tight circle of men.

She could not see the one who had spoken, but she could hear snatches of conversation.

She did not wish to interrupt Éomer and his men, who had been quite kind to her after a fashion, and waited patiently for them to finish speaking.

She was humming softly to herself, not really paying much attention to the words spoken, instead she was daydreaming about the man whose cloak she wore. Fingering the bright leaf shaped fastening she tried to remember the exact shade of blue his eyes had been. She had only seen him for a few minutes after all, and that had been hours ago now.

'I wonder if I will see him again?..'

After some while she noticed the men re assembling, but Éomer and he who called out where no where to be see. 'They must be talking still.'

She continued thinking to herself for and was subtley turning her fiinger nails blue when she head Éomer call her name.

"Lady Sarah!"

Looking up she saw the circle of men who remained near the lord, only ten or so, had loosened slightly and she gently directed her horse over to his side.

"Yes Éomer?"

He smiled softly, blue eyes twinkling at her and spoke in a very quiet tone only she could hear, "I have told these travelers that you are a Lady of Rohan travelling towards Edoras then Gondor. One is a Gondorian royal as far as I can tell, he seems a noble man and will protect you, and set you on your way. His companions however… be wary of them. Dwarves are quick to anger, and elves cannot be trusted with their witchcraft. They will not harm ye thinking thou art of Rohan however. They seek friends of theirs, then ride to Edoras, it would easemindmind to know you did not ride alone, my lady."

Sarah nodded in agreement and Éomer turned to face the travelers behind him. Sarah turned to see these travelers and was only mildly surprised to see the three she had ran from that morning.

Sighing, she decided to apologise for her behaviour earlier. She trusted Éomer's judgement.

"Sarah, this is Aragorn son of Arathorn, Isildur's heir," the handsome dark-haired man bowed slightly, "Gimli the dwarf son of Glóin, " the red head bent nearly to the ground, "And Prince Legolas of the elven realm of Mirkwood." Sarah found her heart beat increased rapidly as her eyes bored into his own, he held her gaze and inclined his head politely. Forcing herself to smile and training her eyes on Aragorn, she spoke, "I am Lady Sarah Lilidh de Málnoir and it is a pleasure to meet you, I must apologise for my behaviour this morning, I had not seen one of your kind before Master Gimli and I was startled."

The dwarf smiled toothily, "Fear not My lady, I realise my face is not a pretty one to wake up to.. unlike my friend the prince here."

At this Sarah noticed The elven prince blush slightly.

Éomer spoke again, "Well, I shall leave you now my Lady," He paused and raised a hand to trace across the line of her cheek with a callused thumb, "I hope I will see you again Sarah, fare thee well."

Sarah smiled, this Éomer was a nice boy, "I hope so too. Thank-you Éomer, for all your help."

The man nodded, raised a hand and called to his men who had been quite openly staring, but quickly reed ted their lines, and the the thunder of hundreds of hooves, they moved away across the fields.

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He had sensed her presence for sometime and scanned the host of horse-lords for sign of her.

When he had spotted her, riding next to the man who looked to be the leader, smiling, he had felt his heart give an uncharacteristic lurch. She rode her horse confidently, and sat astride rather than side-saddle. Gone was the tiny skirt and in its place tight leggings of fine brushed suede tucked into riding boots. The slight curves of her legs were emphasised and Legolas found himself remembering their silky soft texture. He felt an almost overwhelming urge to grab her off her horse and do most inappropriate things to her. Blinking slowly and trying to get his raging emotions under control, he forced himself to look back at the girl.

'See is just a mortal girl Legolas! You have no right to feel this way!'

The breeze picked up strands of her silky hair and they played and twisted in the air behind her. Legolas was slowly losing concentration when Aragorn spoke softly, "Ah, so the lady is of the Rohirrim. That is good."

Legolas frowned slightly, of course! And no doubt she was that lord's wife. He tried to ignore the sinking feeling in his stomach.

"Yes, that is good. I was worried for her safety."

Aragorn nodded then stood and called out to the host.

She did not join the riders as they circled the trio, and Legolas did not see her until Éomer and his men had offered them horses.

She was off to one side, playing with the mellorn leaf on her cloak..His cloak. She also seemed to be smiling.

Éomer followed the elf's gaze, "Ah, yes. The Lady Sarah. I take it you are the kind stranger who gave her that cloak Prince?"

Legolas tore his gaze away, "Yes, she had more need for it that I."

"For that I thank you. She is very dear to my heart" He paused and turned to Aragorn, "Will you do me a great favour in return for the horses?"

Aragorn nodded, "If it is in my power to give, aye."

"Well, the lady Sarah was kidnapped and is now stranded out here in the wilderness. We riders must continue and I can spare none to escort her back to Edoras. Will you take her with you and ensure her safety?"

"Aye surely. We would be honored Éomer."

*******

Legolas felt as if his heart would break when he realised from his farewell that Lady Sarah was Éomer's betrothed or at least his lover. She obviously held no feelings for him. After all the Rohirrum were suspicious and wary of his kind, she would be no different.

And anyway, he was an elven prince , he had no feelings for a mortal girl.

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AN:OKIES!

Erm, I realise that my scene changes might be a tad confusing.. think I might change the way I've been doing that in the next chappies…

I told you I liked Éomer!!.. but fear not.. he's got his work cut out if he wants to keep up with Legolas..*drool*

Reviews ppl!

And I think I'l give you a bit of action next chappy ey? *wink wink*
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