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Sorry it took like a half of year to update. I have honestly been extremely busy. And this chapter was hard to write and I just needed to get it out of the way so its short. But I'm glad I have it out of the way cause now I don't have to think bout it anymore and I can move on in the story to the bigger and better things.

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At dusk Saralissa who had been working hard all day greeted Boromir.

"Boromir lets just get this done with."

"Hasty are we?"

Saralissa didn't respond but rather took the sword that Legolas had lent her out. Boromir drew his sword out. Saralissa waited for him to make the first move. He started off easy, instantaneously realizing that she was more advanced than he thought.

"You've learned a lot today. Though one must learn never to fear death."

She swung her sword at his arm, slicing it ever so slightly that blood began to drip from it. "How could I fear death when I have nothing to leave behind?"

"How could someone as young as you not have something to leave behind, surely there is someone."

"Young?"

'You are young. In Elvish years you are merely a babe. In dwarfish and hobbit years you are merely a child. In man-years you are not even a women yet. You are milady are still young, if not the youngest one here."

Saralissa did not respond back as Boromir swung for her arm, penetrating his sword in to it. Pain ripped through her arm, as she wanted to scream out in agony. Reality came throttling back at her as Boromir once again sent forth an attack; instinctively she ducked his sword and struck at him again on his other arm.

As time drained on her energy seemed to slowly flow with it away from her. Boromir on the other hand didn't show any kind of lassitude in his actions like Saralissa barely did. He started backing Saralissa up into a tree as they had little time left before half an hour would finish.

Boromir looked on to Saralissa seeing that a door of opportunity had been opened as he took it and started making Saralissa back into a tree as his speed picked up. An adrenaline rush came to Saralissa the closer she got to her; she only started fighting back fiercer. Boromir drew his sword so as his face was facing it. Saralissa stood there unsure but none the less ready for an attack that never came.

Saralissa let out a breath she didn't know she was holding before she started breathing hard and deep. "Why did you stop?"

"Even a blind person would be able to see that you are capable of more than one would think you capable of. I was wrong." He replied, nobly and against his own character.

Saralissa stood there for a second not believing his words before realizing that he was not teasing her. Boromir gave her a small smile and bowed his head down. Saralissa who was still in disbelief walked over to Legolas who had been watching from afar. "This belongs to you." She presented Legolas back with his sword. After having done this she left him, clutching her wound on her arm that was still bleeding.

"Saralissa." Called a soft but strong voice.

She turned to face Legolas, letting go of her arm, letting it bleed freely again.

"You did well today."

"Boromir could have beaten me had he only wished to do so."

"You speak the truth Saralissa, but he has been using a sword since he was a boy. He is also older than you – you shouldn't hold any shame inside yourself since you are not on the outside."

"Maybe."

"Your arm is bleeding, let me help you." Legolas said walking over to her. Saralissa stood perfectly still as he ripped the sleeve off her shirt revealing the deep wound. "In my room I have some bandages and medicine that will make it heal faster."

Saralissa looked down at her arm that was being held up by Legolas' hands, which were getting bloodied up like hers. "Okay."

She followed him to his room where she would go no further than a few feet in the doorway. Legolas walked over to a dresser an opened up a drawer and took out some bandages and a bottle of something she didn't recognized.

Legolas opened the bottle and poured some of the thick liquid onto his hands. He gently started rubbing it over her wound. Next he skillfully wrapped her arm in a bandage. "I brought this along for the journey here to Rivendale incase something should have happened. I never thought I would be using it once I got here."

"Thank you." Saralissa paused looking down at her arm. "I'm sorry about your shirt." Seeing as how it was dirty, and had snags and then a whole sleeve was ripped off it wasn't much of a shirt anymore. "I don't know how to fix it – but uh – when I get the chance I'll get you a new one."

"It's quite fine, you needn't get me a new one."

"Oh and your pants. I will – uh get them back to how they were before."

"You mean clean?" Legolas suggested.

"Yeah clean them somehow and get them back to you. Thanks I don't remember everything, that is what everything is called, I suppose I did before I fell and – "

Legolas listened to her hoping that maybe she'd tell him some of what she did remember.

"I should go. The stars are already out."

"I shall walk you back to your room if you like." Legolas kindly offered.

Saralissa stood there unsure of what to say. She didn't exactly want to walk back with Legolas, though he was kind to her and he did help her with her arm, which she didn't know how to take care of other than to make it stop bleeding. But then she hadn't been in this part of Rivendale before and didn't know how to get back to room. "That would be fine."

Legolas walked her back to her room in silence. "Lady Saralissa goodnight."

"Goodnight." She returned.

"I shall see you tomorrow then and perhaps I could continue helping you with your swords-man-ship?"

"Sure –"

"Goodnight." Legolas then left her and went back to his own room.

November had already faded into December when the scouts came back. Even December was dwindling to days' end. Saralissa listened a lot of the time to Gandalf and the other members of the fellowship. They all knew that they would be needing to set out soon enough only 8 of the 9 ring wraiths were accounted for. The last of the days would

"It was a cold grey day near the end of December. The East Wind was streaming through the bare branches of the trees, and seething in the dark pines on the hills. Ragged clouds hurrying overhead, dark and low. As the cheerless shadows of the early evening began to fall the Company made ready to set out. " (Quoted from The Lord of the Rings, The Fellowship of the Ring page 313)

Saralissa was looking over Rivendell when a voice spoke to her the words that she'd waited day after day to hear.

"Saralissa it is time."

Saralissa turned and saw Legolas standing in front of the door to the room that had been her home the past couple of months. She went to her bag and picked it up.

"I guess this is it then."

"Yes penath."

Legolas and Saralissa walked down to the Great Hall. Saralissa carried in her bag clothes suitable for traveling and a couple of dresses. She was clad in dark green trousers, a long white sleeved tunic, boots, and a cloak. Along with a sword that she carried in her hand though she did have a sheath to carry it in. The last she took with the Light of Middle of Earth, which she bore around her neck, hidden from others eyes. She had worn it every day since she had been given it.

It was dusk when they had said their farewells in the Great Hall. They were currently waiting on Gandalf, who had not yet come out. Saralissa stood observing everyone around her. Aragorn sat with his head looking down at his legs. Frodo and Bilbo were on the steps. Merry and Pippin were standing together whispering back and forth. Sam was standing next to the horse Bill. Boromir stood leaning up against a pillar on her right. Legolas was standing next to her on her left.

Finally Gandalf arrived with Lord Elrond side.

"This is my last word," he said in a low voice. "the Ring-bearer is setting out on the Quest of Mount Doom. On him alone is any charge laid: neither to cast away the Ring, nor to deliver it to any servant of the Enemy nor indeed to let any handle it, save members of the Company and the Council, and only then in gravest need. The others go with him as free companions, to help him on his way. You may tarry, or come back, or turn aside into other paths, as chance allows. The further you go, the less easy will it be to withdraw; yet no oath or bond is laid on you to go further than you will. For you do not yet know the strength of your hearts, and you cannot foresee what each may meet upon the road." (Quoted from The Lord of the Rings, The Fellowship of the Ring page 315)

Saralissa stood quiet listening to him while at the same time she noticed that the others that stood in the shadows watching them.

"We await the ring-bearer." Gandalf clearly spoke.

Frodo looked one last time before leading everyone out past the gates that guarded Rivendell. Saralissa walked unsure of where exactly the place was that they were heading, but that was why she stood towards the back instead of the front. The light of Rivendell gradually exchanged for the night's darkness. The tall trees loomed over them casting an eerie sense of feeling about them.

"We will rest here for the night." Gandalf announced.

Saralissa watched as Merry and Pippin plopped right down where they were. She couldn't blame them though they had walked a long ways that night, or so it seemed.

"Saralissa go with Boromir to gather wood." Aragorn instructed

Saralissa followed Boromir into the woods surrounding the itinerary they were taking. Following what he was doing, unsure of what Aragorn meant by wood. She gated quickly beside Boromir when he started walking back towards camp.

Aragorn smiled at the sight of them returning with a lot of wood. "Pile it over there."

Letting them fall from her arms, she walked over to her bag and sat down leaning up against a tree. Everyone slowly started falling asleep except Aragorn who had taken 2nd watch.

"Lady Saralissa, you should rest, we have a long journey ahead of us."

"I'm not tired Aragorn." She simply stated.

Aragorn walked over to where she was sitting and sat down next to her. Saralissa sat still not moving at all. "Saralissa I won't harm you."

She didn't reply but sat there in the silence until she broke the silence. "Saralissa, what is it that haunts your dreams so much as that you are cold to everyone but a select few?"

"I, never mind, I can't tell you…"

"It helps sometimes when one talks about a bothersome sometimes."

"This is not one of these things – no one will ever understand it to its full amplitude. For how could they?"

"Perhaps you are correct in that one will never grasp its repercussion, nor will you know if someone is capable of embracing it if you never tell."

"Aragorn what haunts me, I would not wish to bestow upon anyone's thoughts. It's malice runs deep, and its mest and all screwed up."

"Mest?"

"You know weird, um unnatural, or not good, to not favor one's self?"

"I have never heard of such a word, nor have I ever heard of "screwed"."

"You haven't?"

Aragorn shook his head. "Is it a word that comes from your kin's dialect?"

"I – don't – know? Leave me alone."

"If that is what you wish." Aragorn stood up.

"Aragorn – I don't mean it that way I mean to say I don't want to talk about it anymore, I don't mean to literally say leave me alone."

Aragorn sat back down. Saralissa yawned. "Saralissa you should be getting some sleep it is rather late and we will be traveling as far as we can tomorrow with as little rest as possible."

Saralissa looked over at Aragorn before laying down on her bed roll. She laid there staring up at the sky her mind running nonstop until sleep took over her.

Aragorn smiled while he watched her eyes slowly close as she went to sleep. "Sleep well little one."

End of Chapter! Ok so this took me since like what July 2004 to get up and its not very long even But I was really in a ton of things. And my life, wait what am I saying I don't really have a life as much as I would like to say I do. It's sad. See if my school didn't let a person be in everything then I'd probably have a life. But that's not the case.

Anywho this wasn't a very good chapter I thought and I wasn't thinking what I was doing in setting myself up for having to write this chapter. And there's probably some grammar errors, but right now I don't care.

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