She didn't think that running would be so hard. She had run out of food a week earlier, even though she had enough rationed out for her to make it to Rohan. Her food shortage was the first sign that she was lost. She was no ranger and she was panicked. The darkness of her skin would be a dead giveaway as to where she was from, but luckily she had yet to come across any men, or orcs for that matter. Her avoidance of the public was going to have to come to an end soon though, she was starving and lost. It was a stupid attempt, she thought, she knew she would never make it. She thought that once she got to Rohan she would able to hide in the woods for a while and hunt deer, it appeared that it would not happen that way. She collapsed by a nearby try to rest for a while, thinking that once she got a few hours of sleep she would be able to continue her journey.
After what seemed like only a few moments she awoke with a start to rustling in the bushes. She grabbed her dagger from her thigh and stood up quickly, but as she rose she hit her head on a low tree branch. She shrieked in pain and fell to the ground, dropping her blade while she clutched her head. The loud noise caused the movement in the bushes to become more aggressive and then it stopped. As she lay on the ground, feeling the wave of unconsciousness come upon her, she heard footsteps stop next to her. Quiet whispers in a language that she could not understand, or maybe she could understand and she was just too dazed to do so, met her ears.
'Beautiful' she thought before finally falling unconscious.
