Disclaimer: unfortunately I own none of the characters in LOTR but I do own Thurinhel.

A/N: I'm sorry if this story is not perfect but what can you expect I am not

J.R.R.Tolkien so if you like it please review and if you don't like it don't read it.!!!

Chapter 1: Running

Rocky stared lazily over the plains. He sighed they had a long way to go before they reached what they called home. He stared over at the figure beside him. They hit a bump the figure groaned at sat up.

"We there yet?" the figure mumbled sleepily.

"No."

"Hmmmm… how long,"

"A good four more days. Besides we haven't even past the forests of Lothlorien."

"Alright ok fine…I'll be patient." Said the figure as she pulled back her hood. The girl smiled at him. Rocky smiled back. The girl turned and seemingly stared at the empty plains, her eyes glazed over and Rocky knew that she was in one of her trances. Thinking about her past no doubt.

Rocky sighed again, he'd wish she would've actually talked to him he was sort of bored but that didn't mater. He continued to stare at the barren plains as he did he thought about his traveling companion.

The girl looked much younger than she was, she only looked about 19 or 20 but Rocky knew that she was much older. The girl wasn't very pretty in a normal sort of way. She had long dark brown hair that was straight as a stick. He smiled at the thought, she was always complaining she could never do anything with it but put it in a long braid. She wasn't that tall only about 5"3, 5"4 and she was sort of plump. By no means was she out right fat but she was defiantly not the size of most young women, who some larger men could wrap their hands around the young women's waists. The only wonderful and beautiful feature about the girl, were her eyes. They were the most amazing colour of blue. They were the colour of the sea and they raged just like a sea would to when the girl was angry. The only down fall to those glorious eyes were that they were unseeing.

The girl turned and smiled at Rocky, "I've been thinking."

"Really?" said Rocky, "I thought you were talking!"

The girl frowned, "Rocky stop teasing me I have something important to say."

"Alright, alright," laughed Rocky, "I'll stop teasing. Now what's on your mind, dear Thurinhel?"

"I…" but before Thurinhel got a chance to ask a thundering loud noise arose from the other side of the hill.

"What was that?"

"I have no idea."

Rocky slowed the horses. Just as he slowed them to a stop about twenty black figures stood at the top of the hill.

"What is it Rocky?"

Rocky stared at the figures and gasped in horror, "Orcs!" he breathed. Orcs usually didn't frighten Rocky but this was different there were twenty of them.

"Rocky?" questioned Thurinhel, her voice rising.

"Orcs," said Rocky this time loud enough for her to hear.

"How many are there?"

"About uh…twenty."

"Good Lord. Is there any chance you can out run them?" Thurinhel asked fear tingeing here words.

"Lothlorien is close, but…" Rocky didn't finish his sentence.

"What are the Orcs doing now?"

"They're just standing there, unmoving. I guess they are waiting for us to make the move."

"Well," said Thurinhel, "Lets make that move. Even if we don't make we will die trying."

Rocky turned to her, "Alright then lets move."

Rocky roared at the horses to move. They began galloping across the plains. The horses went faster and faster. Rocky stared at the Orcs. They gave a loud cry and charged at the on coming wagon.

…..

Thurinhel was gripping the side of the wagon with all her might. At this particular moment she really wished she could see. She pictured it in her mind the ferocious orcs charging towards them. She could feel and hear Rocky's breathing coming out in hard gasps.

She felt something grab her. She punched where she thought a face might be. Her hand hit something she heard a loud groan and the thing let go. Then she felt herself falling. Thurinhel screamed.

She felt the ground collide with her. She tried to get up but a heavy object was on top of her.

"Rocky," Thurinhel called.

….

Rocky fought with all his might to keep the wagon upright but the Orcs force was to strong. The wagon tumbled and Rocky fell. As he hit the ground he tried quickly to recover.

Rocky shot to his feet he was surrounded by orcs and they were hungrily licking their chops. Rocky glanced quickly around. He didn't see Thurinhel wait there she was pinned under the wagon unconscious. Oh no he thought is she a live? He saw her move slightly, thank god he thought. The orcs moved closer, so close that Rocky could smell the orc closest to him, rotten breath.

"Rocky" came a cry. Thurinhel Rocky thought he needed to save her but how. Then he saw it. The sword that he always carried around with him. He hated using that sword and for all he knew that sword had never killed a person in it's entire life time…but then again orcs weren't exactly human. More like deranged evil elves.

Rocky tumbled and reached for the sword his hand met metal and he grabbed at it. The sword was heavy Rocky swung at the nearest orc. The sword made a swish in the air and cut cleanly through the nearest unsuspecting orc.

Rocky made a quick dash for Thurinhel. He quickly lifted the wagon from he body and took her arm.

…….

Thurinhel felt the heavy object being lifted from her. It was a relief that it had not injured her. A hand reached at her arm.

Thurinhel let out a scream.

"Thurinhel it's me get up and run!!!"

"Rocky? How am I suppose to run?"

….

Rocky lifter Thurinhel to her feet. "Run" he screamed at her.

"But.."

"run I'm right behind you!"

Thurinhel started at a quick pace even though she was blind she could run. "Head north, your almost to the forest."

And with that rocky was overcome by orcs.

…….

Thurinhel managed to run straight. She had no idea where rocky was she wanted to turn around to stop and hear his breathing but she didn't dare she knew orcs where after them she didn't stop she ran as hard and fast as her legs could carry her.

She finally smelt the familiar scent of pine, oak and all the other trees. She ran until she felt tree bark beneath her hand. Slowly she entered the forest. Her legs hurt more than she could imagine and her lungs felt like they were going to pop out. That's when she felt water beneath her feet and that is when she collapsed.

Later…

Three elves emerged from the dense foliage and waded to the other side of the river. The first one knelt down and grabbed the figure lying in the water. He picked up the figure and took her over to the other side of the river bank.

The figure move slightly and opened her eyes. The elves waited for the reaction of the woman but instead she looked past them and cried out, "Rocky? Rocky where are you?"

The woman tried to stand up and slipped the first elf caught her. The woman screamed.

"W-Who are you? What are you? What do you want?" Thurinhel said frantically.

"It's alright Lady. You are in the forests of Lothlorien ruled by Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadriel. We will not harm you."

The woman raised and hand placed on the elves face and felt his face, "You seem real."

The elves lips twitched, "Of course I am real. Now what is your name?"

"Name? What name? I do not know my own birth name!"

"Well what are you called then? What do you friends call you?"

"Thurinhel,"

"That's elvish."

"Yes so? My friend Rocky had lived among the elves for a long time. When he found me he called me Thurinhel, if I'm right it means no past."

"Yes, yes it does."

"so what are you going to do with me?" asked Thurinhel.

"Well lady Galadriel wishes to see you so we are to take you to her," said the elf then with scorn in his voice he said, "though I don't know why she wishes to see a pitiful eärwen telemnar.

"Who said I was human?" said Thurinhel gazing towards the elf feeling him slightly flinch.

"why do you not meet my gaze eärwen telemnar? Did you not know that is rude?"

"If I could meet your gaze elf I would and with pleasure but since my eyesight abandons me I use my hearing."

"You are blind?"

"Yes I am!" said Thurinhel agitatedly and then she whispered under her breath, "Dolle naa lost"

"I heard that," said the elf. "Where did you learn to speak elvish?"

"did I not tell you that my companion spent years with the elves?

"Yes you did."

"Ok…did , was there anyone with me. a man perhaps?"

"no there was not."

"Oh, by the way I have enterduce myself nut you have not what is you name?

"My name is Haldir and those of my brothers are Rumil and Orophin."

A/N: So what do you think please be honest but please no extreme flames if you don't like the story don't review it takes to much time to write a flame! so bye ppl:P