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Where am I?
Maethiel's eyes snapped open and time suddenly came rushing back to her, at least up to a point. The last few hours seemed a blur. She tried turning sideways, but found that she did not have the energy. "Rivendell?" she whispered, gently lifting her head from the soft bed beneath her. Her eyes glided carelessly over the objects in the room, not really stopping to see them. "Am I truly here?"
"Ah, I see our warrior princess is up."
Maethiel shot up reflexively, or would have, had not someone been restraining her.
"Do not try to move, you are too weak."
"Who are you?" she asked, unable to see the speaker.
"My name is Aragorn. Do you not remember me?"
"No," she said, knitting her eyebrows in confusion. "I apologize. The past two days are a blur. . . What happened?"
The man paused for a moment, allowing his voice to soften a bit. "I only have a basic outline," he started "But I will tell you what I know, if you wish."
He paused as if wondering if he should not let her rest for a few more moments. However, he decided to continue.
"You were running from an army of Orcs.You had three arrow wounds and pulled one of them out. One must have come for you, because the first thing I heard was "Come and get me" I must confess, I was a bit curious by then and started to go your direction. This next part was quite a sight to come upon.
"I saw an Orc, hovering near you, arm ready to strike. Before I could do anything however he had stabbed you in the stomach! I would have thought you dead had I not heard your next words. "Lasto lalaith nin!" You had killed him. Quite a brave act for someone so young." Aragorn paused for breath and chuckled. "I asked you what your name was and you threatened to fight me. You'd think you had two good arms and an army at your disposal by the way you spoke. I'll say you fooled me... for a moment that is."
"You then asked 'haniach nin?' I answered you, of course, before I realized how much blood there was around you. Before I could ask you anything further, you collapsed. I rode as fast as my horse could carry us to Imladris. I'm surprised you stayed conscious so long, by all accounts you should be dead."
Maethiel was staring at him in shock. "I am alive then?"
Aragorn nodded. "It was very hard to keep you this way though. Lord Elrond had to bring you back from the very brink of death it seemed, you owe him a debt of gratitude."
Maethiel looked at the man who had most certainly saved her life. "Rim hennaid." (Many thanks.)
"Galir na thaed," Aragorn smiled. (Happy to help.) He suddenly turned serious. "If you will excuse me, I will go find Lord Elrond. He has been waiting for you to awaken." With that he left the room
I'm alive! Maethiel sang in her mind. I made it to Rivendell! Suddenly a shadow of doubt crossed her face, all of her mood diminished. What of the Orcs? I lie here, and yet they may still draw near. Maethiel started to panic. I must tell them!
"This is Lord Elrond." A voice broke her thoughts as Aragorn re-entered the room.
An elf with long black hair accompanied him, taking a place beside the bed. He had an air of nobility about himself and what could only be described as a glow. Maethiel used all her strength to prop herself up, an overwhelming sense of dizziness and pain passing through her as she did so. She swayed on the spot but still managed to say "Rim hennaid."
"You should not move, Maethiel." Admonished Elrond, willing her to lie back down.
"Did . . . did you stop the orcs?" she stuttered.
"Yes, you no longer need to concern yourself with that. Rest now. You have already spent energy that should not have been."
"I'm not too tired actually."
Someone chuckled. "Lord Elrond is right. Sleep. Tomorrow is another day, and perhaps you'll have your own energy to spend by then."
Maethiel wasn't listening; she was already asleep.
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