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The battle had been won! Many causalities and injuries were made, but it was all in good sacrifice for the victory of Helm’s Deep. Once all the Orcs were dealt with, you and along with every other wounded fighter got cared to, while the others mourned for the dead who gave up their lives for King Théoden.

But now, everyone rejoiced. Many were getting drunk, hugging and laughing about their own insanities. It amused you; for being an Elf meant getting drunk was not easy… especially with such plain tasting beer. Even if that was the case, you still managed to down a few mighty cups while watching Gimli and Legolas have a drinking competition.

Gimli was slurring his words as he downed his beer like a pig. Legolas, however, showed no signs of succumbing to the alcoholic beverage. You sipped at your mug, humming in amusement at their child like behavior. Gimli had at least twice the amount of empty mugs scattered in front of him when your beloved spoke.

“I feel something…” You and Eomer both raised your eyebrows in question at the Elf. “A slight tingle in my fingers.” He looked around in concern. “I think it’s affecting me.” You snorted into your drink, trying to stay quiet at how silly he was acting.

Gimli’s hoarse laugh caught your attention next as he wobbled in his seat on the bench. “Hahahaaaa! What did I say?” Burp. “He can’t hold his liquor!” Gimli fell backwards, causing you to roar back in laughter. Legolas had a look of pride as he smiled, “Game over.”

You rolled your blue eyes at him as he slid into the bench seat beside you, looking out at the crowd of drinking humans. “It is amusing to be sober whilst watching others consume too much alcohol.” Legolas mumbled to you. You giggled and leaned your head against his shoulder, “you have had your fair share.”

“I believe that goes without saying, (Y/n).” Legolas smirked. You scoffed as you pushed off his lean shoulder, grabbing your mug much like him. Just because you were raised by humans does not mean you do not have manners of an Elf. Kind of.

You sipped from it carefully, eyeing the party. Legolas shifted beside you, standing up. He extended his hand, piercing blue eyes on you. “It is starting to become overwhelming in here… Come with me.” You smiled softly, taking his hand as you put your mug down onto the table.

Eomer watched you both as you rushed out of the chambers, you giggling like a small child. You both closed the large wooden doors silently before skidding away, fingers entwined as your Elven love dragged you through hallways after hallways. You felt as if somebody was following you…

“Where are we going, if I may inquire?” You whined. Legolas stopped and glanced around at the closed doors, humming lowly. He hadn’t answered as he opened a door, dragging you inside before shutting it. You looked around at the stone walls and the large white bed off to the side.

You blushed deeply as you stuttered, turning around to stare at Legolas with wide eyes. You immediately thought he brought you here to bring the courtship further. “Eomer was staring at you with eyes I do not trust... As if he wanted to bed you.” Legolas spoke as he sat on the edge of the bed, not taking notice of your flustered state.

You whispered a small ‘oh’ before following him, sitting beside his frame. “Ú-chenion i îdh i-firyn an dired *im velui. (I don't understand the desire of mortal men for gazing at lustful images)” You sighed, laying back to stare at the ceiling. “Do not fret, Legolas. I do not feel for him as I feel for you.”

Last night, you and Legolas had made your way back to the party; as not to alarm anyone. After having another drink or two, you went off to your separate chambers to slumber. Now, you were riding on Ahnvae, following Gandalf and the others towards what appeared to be Isengard. You sure he had given a reason explanation, but you were not interested in paying attention for one reason or another.

As the forest started to break, you heard shrill laughter coming from the… broken walls? What in Valar’s name happened here? “Welcome, my friends… To Isengard!” Merry grinned from ear to ear. “You young rascals! A merry hunt you’ve led us on and now we find you feasting and… and smoking!” Gimli exploded from behind Legolas.

You grinned as you hopped off Ahnvae, walking up towards the stone wall. You heard a collective giggle from the Fellowship and Théoden behind you as you placed your hands on your hips. Merry and Pippin both glanced at each other in fear as you bitterly smirked, ready to give them a lecture of a life time for scaring you like such!

“We are sitting on a field of victory, enjoying a few well-earned comforts!” Pippin smiled before you could say a word. You cocked your head at his smug smile. You brought a hand to your head to groan before turning around, patting Ahnvae’s side. “We’re under orders from Treebeard who’s taken over management of Isengard.”

And off again you were, into the heart of Isengard. There was water almost knee high; large crevices in the ground, and the place looked like a total mess. No doubt this Treebeard creature meant business. “Young master Gandalf.” A slow and old voice greeted. You stared at the large Ent in amazement. Young master Gandalf? He’s old as you were young! “I’m glad you’ve come.”

Pippin was with you, holding onto your waist from behind so he wouldn’t fall off your horse. “That is Treebeard.” He whispered to you. Nodding, your ears twitched as you looked around. “Wood and water, stock and stone I can master. But there is a wizard to manage here, locked in his tower.”

Treebeard looked up towards the tower, and you hissed lowly. “Saruman.” The large tree man nodded, looking to Gandalf. “And there Saruman must remain under your guard, Treebeard.” The wizard spoke. “Well, let’s just have his head and be done with it!” Gimli argued.

You scoffed, glancing sideways at the Dwarf. “It is never that easy.” You stated. “No.” Gandalf agreed with you. “He has no power anymore.” “The filth of Saruman is washing away.” Treebeard growled. You watched the water flow around the black of Ahnvae’s hooves with a sigh.

As Treebeard was talking, you felt the Hobbit shift from off your horse. “Pippin!” You hissed as he landed in the water, walking over to a hazy light in the murky waters. “Bless my bark!” Treebeard’s eyes were wide at the black orb Pippin held. “Peregrin Took!”

Gandalf was right behind him on his majestic white horse. You sighed. Gandalf and Pippin never got along and well… probably never will. “I’ll take that, my lad.” Pippin was very hesitant to hand the large orb to the Wizard, but he eventually did as he was told.

Gandalf was quick to shield the ball under his white robes, away from the eyes of the living. You narrowed your eyebrows in question, but nothing more was said as you assisted Pippin back onto your horse. “One of these days, Gandalf is going to skin you alive, Pippin.” You groaned, following the Wizard towards Edoras.

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The battle had been won! Many causalities and injuries were made, but it was all in good sacrifice for the victory of Helm’s Deep. Once all the Orcs were dealt with, you and along with every other wounded fighter got cared to, while the others mourned for the dead who gave up their lives for King Théoden.

But now, everyone rejoiced. Many were getting drunk, hugging and laughing about their own insanities. It amused you; for being an Elf meant getting drunk was not easy… especially with such plain tasting beer. Even if that was the case, you still managed to down a few mighty cups while watching Gimli and Legolas have a drinking competition.

Gimli was slurring his words as he downed his beer like a pig. Legolas, however, showed no signs of succumbing to the alcoholic beverage. You sipped at your mug, humming in amusement at their child like behavior. Gimli had at least twice the amount of empty mugs scattered in front of him when your beloved spoke.

“I feel something…” You and Eomer both raised your eyebrows in question at the Elf. “A slight tingle in my fingers.” He looked around in concern. “I think it’s affecting me.” You snorted into your drink, trying to stay quiet at how silly he was acting.

Gimli’s hoarse laugh caught your attention next as he wobbled in his seat on the bench. “Hahahaaaa! What did I say?” Burp. “He can’t hold his liquor!” Gimli fell backwards, causing you to roar back in laughter. Legolas had a look of pride as he smiled, “Game over.”

You rolled your blue eyes at him as he slid into the bench seat beside you, looking out at the crowd of drinking humans. “It is amusing to be sober whilst watching others consume too much alcohol.” Legolas mumbled to you. You giggled and leaned your head against his shoulder, “you have had your fair share.”

“I believe that goes without saying, (Y/n).” Legolas smirked. You scoffed as you pushed off his lean shoulder, grabbing your mug much like him. Just because you were raised by humans does not mean you do not have manners of an Elf. Kind of.

You sipped from it carefully, eyeing the party. Legolas shifted beside you, standing up. He extended his hand, piercing blue eyes on you. “It is starting to become overwhelming in here… Come with me.” You smiled softly, taking his hand as you put your mug down onto the table.

Eomer watched you both as you rushed out of the chambers, you giggling like a small child. You both closed the large wooden doors silently before skidding away, fingers entwined as your Elven love dragged you through hallways after hallways. You felt as if somebody was following you…

“Where are we going, if I may inquire?” You whined. Legolas stopped and glanced around at the closed doors, humming lowly. He hadn’t answered as he opened a door, dragging you inside before shutting it. You looked around at the stone walls and the large white bed off to the side.

You blushed deeply as you stuttered, turning around to stare at Legolas with wide eyes. You immediately thought he brought you here to bring the courtship further. “Eomer was staring at you with eyes I do not trust... As if he wanted to bed you.” Legolas spoke as he sat on the edge of the bed, not taking notice of your flustered state.

You whispered a small ‘oh’ before following him, sitting beside his frame. “Ú-chenion i îdh i-firyn an dired *im velui. (I don't understand the desire of mortal men for gazing at lustful images)” You sighed, laying back to stare at the ceiling. “Do not fret, Legolas. I do not feel for him as I feel for you.”

Last night, you and Legolas had made your way back to the party; as not to alarm anyone. After having another drink or two, you went off to your separate chambers to slumber. Now, you were riding on Ahnvae, following Gandalf and the others towards what appeared to be Isengard. You sure he had given a reason explanation, but you were not interested in paying attention for one reason or another.

As the forest started to break, you heard shrill laughter coming from the… broken walls? What in Valar’s name happened here? “Welcome, my friends… To Isengard!” Merry grinned from ear to ear. “You young rascals! A merry hunt you’ve led us on and now we find you feasting and… and smoking!” Gimli exploded from behind Legolas.

You grinned as you hopped off Ahnvae, walking up towards the stone wall. You heard a collective giggle from the Fellowship and Théoden behind you as you placed your hands on your hips. Merry and Pippin both glanced at each other in fear as you bitterly smirked, ready to give them a lecture of a life time for scaring you like such!

“We are sitting on a field of victory, enjoying a few well-earned comforts!” Pippin smiled before you could say a word. You cocked your head at his smug smile. You brought a hand to your head to groan before turning around, patting Ahnvae’s side. “We’re under orders from Treebeard who’s taken over management of Isengard.”

And off again you were, into the heart of Isengard. There was water almost knee high; large crevices in the ground, and the place looked like a total mess. No doubt this Treebeard creature meant business. “Young master Gandalf.” A slow and old voice greeted. You stared at the large Ent in amazement. Young master Gandalf? He’s old as you were young! “I’m glad you’ve come.”

Pippin was with you, holding onto your waist from behind so he wouldn’t fall off your horse. “That is Treebeard.” He whispered to you. Nodding, your ears twitched as you looked around. “Wood and water, stock and stone I can master. But there is a wizard to manage here, locked in his tower.”

Treebeard looked up towards the tower, and you hissed lowly. “Saruman.” The large tree man nodded, looking to Gandalf. “And there Saruman must remain under your guard, Treebeard.” The wizard spoke. “Well, let’s just have his head and be done with it!” Gimli argued.

You scoffed, glancing sideways at the Dwarf. “It is never that easy.” You stated. “No.” Gandalf agreed with you. “He has no power anymore.” “The filth of Saruman is washing away.” Treebeard growled. You watched the water flow around the black of Ahnvae’s hooves with a sigh.

As Treebeard was talking, you felt the Hobbit shift from off your horse. “Pippin!” You hissed as he landed in the water, walking over to a hazy light in the murky waters. “Bless my bark!” Treebeard’s eyes were wide at the black orb Pippin held. “Peregrin Took!”

Gandalf was right behind him on his majestic white horse. You sighed. Gandalf and Pippin never got along and well… probably never will. “I’ll take that, my lad.” Pippin was very hesitant to hand the large orb to the Wizard, but he eventually did as he was told.

Gandalf was quick to shield the ball under his white robes, away from the eyes of the living. You narrowed your eyebrows in question, but nothing more was said as you assisted Pippin back onto your horse. “One of these days, Gandalf is going to skin you alive, Pippin.” You groaned, following the Wizard towards Edoras.