The Golden Mallorn Leaves

"I guess you're right... Could you hurry with that water. Theodred's hurt and bad." She inspected the wound further. She was right. He was hurt bad in the side. One of the beast must have caught him in the side. And he was loosing blood like water running over a fall. He needed to get to Edoras... fast.
 
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"I guess you're right... Could you hurry with that water. Theodred's hurt and bad." She inspected the wound further. She was right. He was hurt bad in the side. One of the beast must have caught him in the side. And he was loosing blood like water running over a fall. He needed to get to Edoras... fast.
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Sean handed Amera the water. "I'll take him.":D
 
"Ok... well. I'm coming, too. Just incase you try to 'defend' yourself from uruks that probably will attack you, cause you're a magnet to danger," Amera said laughing. She throughly inspected Theodred's wounds and helped Sean set him on his horse.
 
"Please, a group of uruk-hai attacked them... I came trying to help, but Theodred was already fallen. I did the best I could do to heal him, but I think it's worse than that could be feared. But there may still be hope if you just let us through to Edoras."
 
He would have asked them what business Elves had in the Riddermark, muchless with a wounded Theodred. "Do you think we'd let him live if we were allied with Saruman?" Sean asked.
Eomer glared. Sean glared back. "There are much easier routes to Isengard than this..."

"Very well." Said Eomer, and the Rohirrim formed ranks around them as they sped towards Edoras...
 
Finally they reached the city, sitting on a hill. But when Sean and Amera tried to get Theodred in, they were stopped and told that Elves were no longer welcome in the palace of the king. "What? Because we helped the prince escape from uruks and we tried the best we could to save him? Even now as we speak he looses more life." Amera was outraged. What right did they have?
 
"By who's order are we not welcomed?"

"The King of Rohan through his advisor, Grima Wormtongue." The name rang foul in Sean's ears. Rumours he'd heard about that cowardly snake, of his twisting of words to the poison it his listeners. How he coerced many into Saruman's will, and far worst than that. "I WOULD BID YOU THEN LET ENTER THE KING'S NEPHEW." Sean handed Theodred to Eomer, who was allowed to enter...:D
 
ooc: smart one... *wink*

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Amera, in rage, stormed to Starbeam's side, mounted her and started to leave, but her elven thoughts were telling her that she knew better than that. So she turned around and dismounted. She walked back up to the door of the palace to hear Sean and Wormtongue arguing. He's definatly a risk taker. she thought. ;)
 
Amera laughed, but quickly stiffled it. She really didn't want to get the Elves into further trouble by laughing at this... this "adviser". More like cocroach of Saruman's. It was hard to believe that even Saruman could be this desparate.
 
Grima looked offended. "What's wrong, did I hurt your little ego?" Sean taunted.
"See how this Elf treats his 'friends'?" Grima said.
"BE SILENT!Your not even a true Rohirrim..." Grima's jaw dropped.:eek:
 
This time Amera couldn't hold in the laughter. "Grima you look like you've seen the devil...hmmm. I wonderer why." She turned and saw that Sean was also trying hard not to laugh at the fool. "I guess it is only the wise who can see through snakes."
 
Grima floundered for words for a moment.

“Only those who speak the Rohirric tongue may enter.” He said smugly. The whole wall stood silent for a moment. Then Sean spoke in clear,intelligible Rohirric. Grima looked stunned. He whispered something to Amera and she too spoke in Rohirric. “OPEN THE GATE!” Shouted a Rohirrim. Sean rode in with a smug look on his face. He gave Grima a look as if to say “What now, little man?”
Grima’s reply was a look that said “It’s not over yet, Elf.”

They came to the Golden Hall and were stopped at the door. “You must leave your weapons here.” A Rohirrim told him. Sean begrudgingly took off his bow and swords and handed them to the guard. “Treat these as the King’s weapons, for they are no less.” he ordered in a voice that would be found on the lips of kings. The Rohirrim nodded silently and allowed him to pass. Several Rohirrim rushed Theodred in. Out of the shadows came a lady with golden hair, clad in white. She looked as the dawn on the first snow of winter. She saw Theodred injured and her eyes welled. She gazed straight into Sean’s eyes and he into hers. His elven eyes pierced deeply and saw much. He saw pain, anguish, loneliness and fear. “She fears to grow old in a cage, disused and of no value...” He thought. His heart was filled with grief and sorrow. In his eyes she saw sorrow beyond bear for most, and among other things, courage and the will to strive with Sauron.

She broke his gaze and lingered for a moment before she ran off. Eomer accompanied Theodred to a medic. Sean’s gaze turned to the Throne of Edoras, lit in a dull white ray. In the throne sat a hunched figure, with gray hair and a long beard. He looked into the eyes of King Theoden, and saw a mind poisoned by treacherous words, his eyes blinded with deceit. His heart groaned in sympathy. He too had been deceived “Theoden King...” He whispered. He reached out his hand to Theoden and was stopped by a voice.
“What more business do you have here, Elf?” Grima said in a low voice. “Do you come to vex the king with your promises of friendship? Only to give him treason and wormwood.” Sean fixed his eyes on Grima. It was not the kind of gaze anyone would want to find themselves in. Grima was taken aback and recoiled at his gaze. He fumbled for words for a moment and his eyes darted across the room.
Sean’s wrath was kindled against Grima. He pulled off his gauntlet and slapped Grima across the face with it, hard.
Grima recoiled. “I demand acquittal.” His voice echoed across the hall.
“Remove this treasonous elf!” Grima spat, holding his hand to his cheek.
“Which of you will fight for this worm?” He asked looking around at the Rohirrim. “Who will come to his rescue?” None of them budged. Several men emerged from the shadows. They were not Rohirrim, and bore the same countenance as Grima. They threw themselves at Sean. He punched the first one square in the face and he fell backwards. The second he grabbed by the ear and hurled across the room. A third ran at him, he merely stepped aside and stuck out his leg. The man went flying with a “AAAAAAAAGHHH!!” “CRAAAASSHH” A fourth Sean kicked in the stomach. A fifth he reached out his right hand and did a classic stooge eye poke. He shouted and ran around screaming like a chicken in a thunderstorm with his hands over his eyes. He finally hit a pillar and fell to the ground with a “CRASH!” Grima looked around and now fear shown plainly in his eyes. Sean grabbed him by the neck and lifted him off the ground “WUAAAGGHH!” Grima cried as he was being choked. Sean felt strong arms grab him as the Rohirrim now rushed forward. Grima gasped for air when his throat was released. “You are hereby banished, Elf, from the Kingdom of Rohan.” Grima spat. Sean kicked him in the shin with his pointy-tipped Mithril grieve. “UAAAA-AAAGHH!” Grima shouted, and hopped round on one leg, much to his indignity. “REMOVE HIM!” he hissed. Sean was carried quite unwillingly from the Golden Hall and thrown out of the city, and Amera with him.
 
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"Looks like you really have talent for stirring up a mess," Amera glared at him. She grabbed Starbeam's reigns and walked off south east, towards Gondor. "Banished from Rohan," she looked forward shaking her head. "Let's hope Saruman's had his fill of threatening us." She was now just talking to herself more than Sean. "I ran out of arrows on our last run in with his mutant creatures."
 
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