A/N: Hullo, here is the next chapter for this week. Hope you enjoy it! Any comments would really make my day...um...oh yeah. DISCLAIMER: I only own OC's. I DON'T OWN LOTR characters, places, etc.
The girl opened her eyes quickly as she heard the door creaking open. She pushed herself up into a siting straight position up against the wall. Her attention was on the door. A boy about her age, maybe younger entered. In his hands was a tray of food. Her tongue cleaved to the roof of her mouth. When was the last time she had eaten? She wondered. Could it be some kind of trap?
` The boy set down the tray and pushed it over to her. "Here you go." He hesitated as he watched her not move. "I brought it for you. There's nothing wrong with it if that's what you're thinking. The bread is still fresh from this morning."
The girl raised an eyebrow at his last statement. She turned her head away from him. "Was this boy sent to drag information out of me? Then again why this boy? I would think that Saruman would only trust himself. So I think it's safe to talk to him…..and eat the food. " Her thoughts on the matter were officially concluded as the boy spoke to her again.
"What's your name? Where are you from?" He walked over next to her and picked up the tray. He sat down against the wall, and offered the food to her.
The girl watched him as he sat down beside her. Her eyes fell on the tray. A good sized golden brown roll had caught her attention for the moment. The girl glanced up at him quickly as if searching once more for approval. Then seeing his nod, she quickly reached out and snatched the roll off the tray. She stuffed the roll into her mouth. The soft fluffy texture filled her mouth. She bit one end off and chewed.
As she chewed, she thought about his first question. Come to think of it she couldn't remember her name or if she had even had one. As for where she was from, she tried to pull it up from her memory. Red clay filled area came to view in her mind. Then rows of houses began to fit into the picture. A neighborhood, her neighborhood, but what was it called? Slowly a word appeared in her mind. United.
After a moment of silence she finally answered. "I….I can't remember what my name was." She replied. Her eyes fell onto the roll of bread. Her hand grasped the roll. She brought it up to her mouth and put the last of the roll into her mouth.
"Oh, that's too bad." Replied the boy. "My name is Sveinn, son of Sverrir."
He thought about something for a moment then spoke again. "I know. I'll call you Dirwyn. "
The girl smiled faintly with a mouthful of bread in her mouth. She finished chewing then said, "That's awful kind of you." She paused then added, "What does it mean?"
Sveinn smiled and replied, "It means wind."
Dirwyn nodded her head in acknowledgement. "Ohh."
She tilted her head. "Thank you. I'll accept the name until I remember my real name," She looked up at him and hesitated. "On one condition. Which I just go by Wind instead. It's little easier for me to remember."
Sveinn nodded in agreement. "Agreed. What about where you are from? Can you remember that?" Sveinn asked.
Wind looked up at the ceiling for a moment then said, "I'm not quite certain but I think that it had the word united in it."
Sveinn's smile grew bigger. "Well at least you remembered something." He stood up. "Well, I better get back before I'm missed. I'll try and be back later. Then we can talk more. "
Wind nodded. "I'll be waiting for you." She watched as Sveinn left the cell.
Wind looked up at the small window. "What kind of a name is Wind? At least I won't be alone anymore. Maybe I can find a way to escape. Surely Sveinn would know a way out." She spoke in a whisper.
She glanced down at her necklace and fingered it. "I'm sure I'll find a way out of here. I have to at least try." She thought.
