Worth Fighting For Chapter Two

<p><strong>Worth Fighting For<br /> <br /> Chapter Two: Whispers</strong><br /> <br /> &ldquo;Here is the test to find whether your mission on earth is finished. If you're alive, it isn't.&rdquo; ~Richard Bach<br /> <br /> <strong>oooOooo</strong><br /> <br /> My aunt would have plagued me for months if she knew how I kicked my attacker. How I attacked him, I must admit, was very unladylike, but at that moment I could have cared less what the consequences would be. I kicked where everyone knows hurts in a man when kicked.<br /> <br /> The man jerked back for a millisecond, but that was all I needed to roll out of him. He pulled on my yellow dress, yanking my head back. I cried out, and managed to jab him in the face with the elbow. I hastily tried to rise, but he grabbed my leg with his sharp nails, and I found myself launched onto the floor again.<br /> <br /> Suddenly, there were human voices in the barn. Shouts. The stall door banged open wider, and I found myself kicking my attacker again. I observed two newcomers; Rohirrim guards, and in the corner of my eyes observed them as they hauled the wild man off me.<br /> <br /> The knife dropped, and one of the Rohirrim swiftly picked it up with his right hand.<br /> <br /> &ldquo;Loth&iacute;riel! Are you alright?&rdquo; I whirled around like a scared rabbit.<br /> <br /> It was only Amrothos. I nodded, and he offered his hand. I needed to pull myself up with both my hands holding onto his. Once standing, I noticed that Legolas and Gimli had also arrived, and they were staring, wide-eyed, at my attacker. At least, Gimli was. Elves had the habit of hiding their emotions well. <br /> <br /> I flushed at the thought of so many men being in the stall with me. Rather it was that they had come, because of me, or that I felt immodest in my ripped dress, I&rsquo;m not sure. I think it was both.<br /> <br /> &ldquo;Ic b&oacute;criht &aacute;bradwe docgan!&rdquo; shouted the man. &ldquo;I will kill that dog!&rdquo; Amrothos pushed me behind him. I stumbled slightly, but managed to compose myself. The man&rsquo;s eyes were blazing at me, taking no notice of my brother, or at least, he tried not to. However, Amrothos still glared at him.<br /> <br /> How could he hate me so much to want to kill me? I had never met him before!<br /> <br /> But I was a queen; I reminded myself, and young. I knew that several people thought I was still too young to rule a large country, and probably thought me na&iuml;ve. But did he truly think he could kill me so easily?<br /> <br /> I stubbornly stared back at him. There were six of us, and more besides; most likely waiting for orders outside. There was only one of him.<br /> <br /> Amrothos finally broke the silence.<br /> <br /> &ldquo;Bind him, and take him to Lord Faramir. We will decide what to do with this man, shortly. We will make him talk civilly.&rdquo; The guards nodded, and did as they were told. <br /> <br /> The now prisoner gave me a disgusted look as he passed, then he was gone, and I could only hear his footsteps. Once they had left, Amrothos turned his worried, brown eyes towards me. <br /> <br /> &ldquo;Are you alright?&rdquo; he asked again.<br /> <br /> I nodded. I didn&rsquo;t feel like speaking, and I appreciated the fact that Amrothos did not press me. In response, he wrapped a strong arm around me, and we made are way out of the stall. Someone else would take of Isildur for me. We had not gone far when Legolas stopped us.<br /> <br /> &ldquo;Did he not look familiar?&rdquo; the Elf queered. <br /> <br /> &ldquo;No. I had never met him before,&rdquo; I replied truthfully, giving my brother a puzzled look. &ldquo;Why?&rdquo;<br /> <br /> The Elf glanced at the dwarf, who frowned, muttering angrily at himself. Legolas pressed his lips together, and looked ahead. <br /> <br /> He sighed, shaking his head. &ldquo;I thought he may have been Gr&iacute;ma for your attacker bore a striking resemblance to him. However, he was killed by the Shire-folk a few years back.&rdquo; <br /> <br /> He gave me a weak smile, and touched my shoulder. An unwelcome shutter went through my body. &ldquo;Forgive me. Those thoughts need not be considered.&rdquo; <br /> <br /> We walked the rest of the way in silence, escorted by guards. A brief breeze rustled my clothes and hair as we walked in the courtyard. Ahead, I could see the Rohirrim practically dragging my attacker up the steps of Faramir&rsquo;s home.<br /> <br /> As if he knew that we&rsquo;d be behind him, the man turned, and gave me a malicious glare. I swear I heard the breeze quietly whisper: <br /> <br /> <em>He wants to kill you.<br /> <br /> Each and every one of you.</em><br /> ~*~*~*~<br /> <br /> Notes: So I used an Anglo-Saxon online translator for my Rohirric. I&rsquo;m not sure how good it actually is, so if you want to comment on it, or have a better idea of where to get Anglo-Saxon words, please let me know in a review. <br /> Cheers,<br /> SpicyRoses</p>
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