A/N: I dedicate this to my lovely friends Morwen80. I wrote this quickly to cheer again so this is a bit short, I will update this soon. Enjoy!
Amariel stood on the cliff from which the entire village was visible. She took a deep breath in, it wasn't often that she needed help but this time she was truly desperate.
She lived in the small human village below, which was quite odd for she was a young elven healer. She had come across the village a few years past, healed a small boy of the flu and cleaned an infected leg for an older man. The only payment she asked for was food and when she filled her stomach with freshly baked bread and some cheese, she planned to search for another town with people in need but the major of the town had asked her to stay as a healer in exchange for food and a roof over her head.
Years later, she still lived in the small village, had many friends and was not planing to leave soon. That made the fact that she might have to leave soon even harder to accept. They weren't chasing her away or not requiring her service any more, no it was just that there might not any be people left to take care of.
Most of the villagers had contracted an extremely vicious virus- and she had no cure! A week ago she had sent word to Lindon, asking for the help of a fellow healer but hadn't received word from Lindon yet.
Gilgalad, the Highking of the Noldor probably had better things to do that to read a letter of such a small unimportant human village.
Sighing, she started the climb down, back to the village, she had to find a cure.
Amariel was working for hours when she heard the horn, an elven horn! She quickly ran to the gate to greet whoever had come to their village.
An elf with long, dark, flowing hair approached on a huge black horse; he was wearing a heavy armour and a long swords was at his side, an almost bursting bag next to his saddle bag.
The rider came to a stop in front of her:
"Are you the healer Amariel?", he asked, his voice was deep and smooth; his eyes full of wisdom, knowledge and kindness.
"Yes", Amariel answered, slightly confused why a warrior had come to their village.
The elf seemed to notice her confusing and smiled:
"You requested help with an illness spreading in your village, my king Gilgalad send me to help you. My name is Elrond"
Tbc