A/N: Thank for the reviews! I've taken note of the few grammar mistakes, and thank you to those who pointed it out, I'll be more careful now. I'm just trying to get through at least half of this fic before I have to return to the prison of study for adolescents (AKA school) So my mind's really racing...here we go!

DISCLAIMER: Tolkien Tolkien Tolkien

Faramir picked up the wet rag from the basin, squeezing the excess water from it. He placed it upon his bare shoulder, and dabbed away the dried blood. The rag was then placed back into the basin, as he bandaged the wound. It was causing his left arm to have a slight numbness, but he dealt with it. He then re-adjusted his tunic, careful not to make too much movement with his arm. Sighing, he looked around the cave of Hennath Annun; His men were all exhausted, most were already resting. ..which was a good thing.

Damrod walked towards him, and seated himself on a barrel next to him.

"The spy is surprisingly quiet, Captain," he said.

"I placed guards in front of the archway, in case she tries to escape," he added. Faramir nodded vaguely.

"Did you get a name?"

"No, Sir," Damrod replied. Faramir nodded again, closing his eyes for just a moment. Impossible that he would've gained a bit more energy when he opened then again. He then stood up.

"Get some rest, Damrod," he said, walking away. He walked into the archway, which was dimly lit.

The girl was seated in the furthest corner, head resting on her knees. She apparently did not see him come in. He walked closer to her, knowing not if her eyes were open behind the curtains of black hair. He cleared his throat to make notice.

She picked her head up, and he saw visible tears on her face. For a moment, their eyes met. Then her brow creased, and she said something quietly, something he couldn't understand.

"Sorry?", he said, confused.

She repeated the phrase louder, and it was a language he knew not. Apparently, it wasn't anything pleasant. She stood up, and very swiftly pulled out a small knife, but he was too fast. He caught her wrist and held it tightly.

"Drop the knife," he said quietly said. She yelled once again in the foreign language, attempting to spit on his face, but he jerked his head.

"Oh, I do not understand you, you do not understand me," he muttered sarcastically. He twisted her arm to her back, and had her face against the rocky cave wall. She was trying his patience, he knew she understood completely what he had said.

"Drop the knife," he repeated.

"Why? So you could kill me as you did him?" she yelled.

"Who?" he said, stunned she gave in to the understanding thing.

"I swear I will avenge him, then I will drop the knife..drop it with your blood stains on it"

'I am not here to play little games," he warned.

"Good, because this isn't a ---"

"Drop the damn knife!" he yelled.

"Get your filthy hands off me!"

He sighed. Anger and patience weren't exactly resting on the bottom of the ocean. He started to apply pressure on her wrist, letting go only when he knew he was hurting her, letting go only when she finally dropped the knife. He picked it up with one hand, and pocketed it safely. He then bound her hands together behind her back.

"Do you want to tell me your name now?" he said quietly, but she stayed silent. He nodded, then turned her over. There was still wet tears on her face. She kept her eyes down, taking no notice of him.

Who were you spying for, and why?" he asked.

Silence answered still.

"Answer me, miss"

Nothing. She wouldn't even make a sign that he was speaking. Knowing he wouldn't get anywhere, knowing that his mind was about to completely shut down, he nodded again. As of to say "alright, then," he dropped his hands to his sides, and bid her goodnight. He informed the guards to keep watch of her throughout the night.

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Leena slid back to the ground, as tears hastily sprang anew. It wasn't the fact that she was trapped, but the fact that the man who killed her father was so close to her...but she didn't even try to get her revenge. She couldn't back up her words with action; she was a strong soul inside a weak body. It hadn't even been a day, and she already brought shame upon his grave.

"I swore revenge, and by every power in the world I shall have it"

A/N: "omg Faramir would never lay hands on a woman like that!!"--yeah, yeah, so my mind kept telling me. Let's hear something different.