She looked around, meeting many eyes. Some curious, some fearful, some livid. Especially the one furthest away from her. If looks could kill…

"Where am I Faramir?" She scrambled to get out of her blankets. "I need to get back to my hotel." She stood up and instantly regretted it. Her head spun as she fell back into Faramir's open arms. He lowered her slowly and tried to understand what she was saying.

Boromir was standing by his tent with another soldier when he saw Tara awaken. His eyes met his brother's. It was time. Faramir's gut turned as Boromir walked over to the pair, hand already on the hilt of his sword.

The Chief studied the woman and mentally applauded the master designer of her delectable beauty. What a mistress she would have been. But he knew better. He understood 'their' plan.

"Name yourself."

Tara stared up at him in acute fear. This was the same man who held a sword to her throat not long ago. He bent down and grabbed her hair, pulling her face towards him. He muttered viciously, "That was not a request."

Tara winced in pain and struggled to open his grasp. Failing, she looked up at him, terrified,

"Tara! My name is Tara…"

The close proximity to her let him breathe in a wave of intoxicating scent. For a moment his mind clouded with desire. He quickly counted how many days it had been since he had bedded a woman. Taking in another breath, he looked deep in her fear-filled eyes. He had never been with a woman as lovely as she.

But then again, she was a traitor.

"What are your intentions." Tara tried to turn to find Faramir but his grip was firm on her tresses. She felt tears prickling in her eyes as she realized no one would stand up to him treating her this way. He was their leader.

He yanked her closer to him.

Faramir's breath was quick. He couldn't defy his brother in front of their men, but he couldn't let him keep hurting the young girl. His heart was furious and torn.

"Again you defy me?" He spat.

"I don't know! I don't understand your question! Where am I?" She cried. Mustering up all her courage, she pushed back on his chest and scratched his face to free herself.

He let her go and pulled out his sword. She crawled backwards at the sight of it until she hit a tree. "You can't do this!" Tara stood and braved the sword. "You can't touch me! Who the fuck do you think you are!" She found a pack next to her and grabbed the shield.

Boromir felt the deep scratch on his cheek tingle. His rage was evident.

"Boromir, that is enough!" Faramir stepped between them. "We cannot harm her. She is a woman. According to our laws, she must have an impartial trial before we condemn her." He stepped closer to his dear brother. "And it is clear that you are not able to be impartial at this moment." Both brothers stared each other down.

"Look, I don't know what's happening. What have I done? Why is he trying to kill me?" She asked exasperated. "Why is NO ONE answered my questions?"

Boromir sheathed his sword. It was clear Faramir was enchanted but his words held truth. Gondor had laws. And as an heir to the Stewardship of Gondor, abiding by those laws meant preserving them.

"You are a prisoner Tara. We don't answer your questions. You answer ours."

"But my train! My train is leaving. My friends are going to be looking for me… they can't miss their train, Faramir." She dropped the shield and touched his shoulder. She looked like she was going to cry. "Please help me Faramir."

"What is this train you speak of, milady?"

"It's scheduled to leave at 1 in the afternoon day after tomorrow." She racked her brain. "The station… it's called, um… Dresden… or something like that. There's gonna be a stopover in Frankfurt and then it heads to Zurich." Without thinking, she grabbed onto Faramir's arm. "Please take me there, Faramir."

The brothers glanced at each other.

"I'm sorry, milady, but I have heard not of any city you named."

"Aren't you European? You sound British. Ah, it doesn't matter," She waved her hands in frustration, "We're in Germany right now, right? Zurich is in Switzerland."

They said nothing.

"Down south?" She prompted.

"Enough of this. You-"

"Wait-" Faramir stopped his brother. "Perhaps she is speaking the truth. Perhaps the Elves will know of these cities."

Boromir sighed. This wasn't going anywhere.

"Alright. We pack tonight and move at dawn. Let Elrond deal with the traitor." Boromir sheathed his sword and stalked off towards his tent. "Kaldin, bind her hands." He shouted before he disappeared.