If there was another

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This is a story that I wrote three years ago and just decided to put up for kicks. The writing is probably bad, but I'm sure you'll get over it.

Chapter 1: Found

Thranduil was a powerfully built man, good natured, and kind. He lived near the great fortress Isengard with his two sons, Thráin and Thrór. One day, while out walking near Isengard with his sons, he spotted a black shape lying on the ground near the forest. He immediately ran towards it and discovered an elfish woman. They could see that she was extraordinarily pretty in a dangerous sort of way. Her face was slender as was her neck. Her long blonde hair fell to her shoulder, ragged and snarled. She was unconscious and had gashes on her back, arms, face, and legs. He told his sons to go back to their house and make a stretcher while he tried to make the woman comfortable. Thráin and Thrór returned and they all bore the woman off to their house. They took care of her wounds as best they could and then left her to rest.

"How's she doing?" Thranduil asked his sons.

"She's still unconscious, but look at this," Thráin answered, "Her wounds are completely healed."

"That's interesting," an astonished Thranduil replied. "How could that have happened already? She's only been here two days." Suddenly the woman woke up and seized Thranduil's throat. Thráin and Thrór threw themselves on her and managed to break the awful grip she had on Thranduil. As they held her she lost consciousness and fell to the floor. When she awoke again she found herself looking into the eyes of three men.

"What am I doing here? Who are these people," kept running through her head. Thranduil spoke, but she could not hear him, so she tried to speak and she said hoarsely, "Where am I?"

Thranduil and his sons exchanged looks and Thranduil said, "You are in the house of Thranduil on the outskirts of Isengard. We found you half dead at the edge of the forest. We took you here and tended to you."

"How long have I been here?" the elfish woman asked.

"Two days."

"I'm healed already?" she asked, while rubbing her hands along her arms and legs.

"Surprisingly yes," replied Thranduil.

"Who am I?"

"We don't know, but we have been calling you, Tasrsmina, which means survivor."

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