I woke up with no memory, and three men, two tall, one short, pointing weapons at me. As I tried to sit up, the short one jabbed an axe in my face.
"One wrong move, and I'll-"
"Not do anything!" That was one of the taller men. He had copper colored hair. "We have no proof that she is a threat."
After helping me up, the copper haired man introduced himself as Boromir.
"Gimli," the short man stated. He was actually a dwarf.
"Strider," the third man said. He had dark hair. "What is your name?"
"I don't know. I must have hit my head. I don't remember anything."
"You could have. The area around here is steep and rocky. You could have easily fallen."
"Strider," Boromir cut in,"We should take her to camp. See what Gandalf thinks."
"Of course. This way," Strider pointed. As he had said, the way was steep and hard to walk on, but I managed to keep up.