OFFICIAL DISCLAIMER: We don't own LOTR or anything related. Thalia and Adora are from our imagination...so I don't think we own them either.
Part One: Beginning
STORY SUMMERY: Thalia and Adora are from across the sea. They came to land on Middle Earth after their ship wrecked off the coast Gondor. Captured by a band of Haradrim the two girls attempt escape and find themselves alone in a land of many strange mysteries, adventures, friends and enemies.
Prologue
Silver-blue eyes blinked and cracked and bloodied lips parted in a gasp as pain filled the battered evlen body. Haldir of Lothlórien lay on his back on the cold stone wall of Helm's Deep underneath him. The memory of what had brought him to this unfortunate stay quickly rushed past the pain and caused several elvish curse words to pass his lips. The pain that filled his body was a grateful sign that the Uruk-Hai's blow had not severed his spinal cord, and the Elven Healing trance had taken him, quickly healing any bones that might have been severely injured. His healing was far from over and his mind was left in a disoriented state.
The sound of battle met his ears and the rumbling on the stone told of thousands of pounding feet. His upper body, badly injured, could not support his weight so he stumbled, hunched over, into a small nick in the wall. Pain caused his vision to blur and spots of bright light to appear. Safely away from the enemy, Haldir leaned against the wall and then slowly slid down as his consciousness seeped away and darkness became his friend
Haldir woke as pain flared again in his back. Gentle hands moved him onto his stomach. The hands quickly removed his armor, he moved to protest causing pain again in his back.
"Hold still." A female voice said sternly.
He stilled. Her fingers ran the coarse of his spin and he felt the muscles in his back relax.
"Nearly hit the spinal cord and almost shattered his shoulder blade. He should have died." she murmured.
"The elvish powers no doubt kept him alive this long." a deeper male voice said.
Haldir wanted to see the faces of these people, but he kept still. Then, to his surprise, he felt the torn muscles and bones begin to mend and come together almost painfully fast. The prickling warmth of magic spread throughout the rest of his body, closing the rest of his wounds.
"There." she said softly, and helped him turn back around.
Sparkling brown eyes smiled down at him from a round face framed by wisps of deep brown hair that fell from a braid. She was human.
"You're human." He said in both awe and surprise.
He had never met a human that possessed the healing powers of the elven.
"And what else would I be?" she said in an accent he didn't recognize.
Another human moved into view. He had the height of an elf, but again was obviously human. He had dirty blonde hair and surprisingly green eyes. He was carrying the reins of three Lothlórien horses.
"Calla, we need to find a place...more suitable." He said gently.
Haldir couldn't help but notice the love by the two humans.
"Of course." the women said.
The man reached down and with the help of Calla pulled Haldir to his feet.
"Thank you." he said staring at Calla.
She smiled, " We are only repaying a debt to your lady."
The amount of strength in his muscles surprised him and he looked again at Calla.
"Who are you?" he asked.
"Traveling strangers." she answered, "Now take a horse and ride back to Lothlórien. Calla has previsions and blankets. There is a sword as well in case you meet with opposition. But go now and go quickly."
"But what of the Fellowship?" he said.
"That adventure is almost through, Haldir. Go home and rest." the man advised.
Haldir took a horse and galloped away. These people knew of Lothlórien, they knew his name. He knew that if he wanted any answers to this mystery he would have to ask the Lady herself.