Queen Naehlara (LOTR, Legolas love story)

Chapter 19

Two days of running, Naehlara hasn't stopped or rested in days. She was nearing the Uruks, the tracks were fresh, not more than a few hours old. The sky was darkening again, climbing the rocky hill, she crouches down and watching the horizon. A forest off in the distance, multiple fires going, it would probably take a few hours to run over. There was a constant darkness resting on her shoulders since entering the lands of Rohan, making her restless and jumpy. Something was aiming these creatures.

Looking downhill a group of horses came rushing down the valley behind her. Riding towards the forest, their armor and weapons glinting in the moonlight. Sliding down the hillside, she stood by the dip in the valley a hundred or more horses passing by. She stood completely still watching them, a man on a horse in the back saw her at the last moment as he passed. Looking back to the queen, Naehlara waved, though she wasn't sure the man even saw it in the dark.

He turned back to the front, urging his horse into a gallop and riding to the front. It only took a moment before they were turning around and surrounding Naehlara. Spears and swords pointed down to her. "Who are you?" A man questioned, riding his horse through the crowd and stopping in front of her. He noted her weapons and the crown resting across her head. Quiet ovibously an elf, with her pointed ears, and unnatural beauty.

"Naehlara of the Woodland Realm, and you are?"

He slid off his horse, approaching the elf. "And what is an elf doing in Rohan?" He questions, looking the elf up and down. She had black splotches all over her clothes, a sword on her hip and a long dagger strapped to her back. He had heard the elves would let there women fight but seeing it in person slightly startled him and confused him.

Naehlara takes a deep breath looking over the man in front of her and the surrounding men. "I mean no harm. I track a pack of creatures heading east. They set up camp by the forest."

"You meeting them or hunting them?" Someone questions behind her, pressing their spear into her back. Naehlara stilled, her anger and frustration emanating from her causing the man in front of her to take a step back. She spun around faster than any of the men around her could see. Grabbing the spear and pulling it causing the rider to fall from his horse and let go of the spear. Spinning it around in her hand, and stabbing it into the ground.

"Try and poke me with one of these things again." She growled, glaring at the man in front of her. Clearly he was the one in charge of this group of warriors. "I'm hunting them, they took two of my friends." The man looked to the spear stabbed into the ground then to Naehlara.

Taking his helmet off, "I am Eomer of Rohan. The Uruks you speak of will be slain tonight. If you wish to wait here and than search for your friends."

Naehlara eyebrows rose in slight shock, men, always thinking women can't defend themselves. Her hand falling to the hilt of her sword. "I'd rather kill some myself. I do not need men to fight my battles." Naehlara stated, staring straight at Eomer. He laughed softly, putting his helmet on.

"If you insist, it will be much easier to kill a pack of orcs with our help." He says, pulling himself onto the saddle of his horse. "Fight with us." Putting his hand out for Naehlara to grab. She glanced around the group of soldiers. Taking a deep breath, she grabs his hand, letting him help her onto his horse.

Wrapping her arms around his waist to hold on better and rest her cheek against his armor. "If you are in league with the Uruks or harm me and the hobbits, I will kill all of you." Naehlara whispered, so quietly Eomer almost didn't hear it.

Eomer only softly nodded his head, as he directed his horse to the front of the legion. "To the forest." He commands, urging the horse into a gallop towards the forest. Uruk-hai and orcs were camping along the edge of the forest, Naehlara unsheathes her sword as they roe straight into the camp. Stabbing her sword into the back of an orc, Eomer using his spear to stab and kill any creatures nearby.