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Here's Nessa alone on her journey to Edoras. Don't worry though, she will get back to Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli.

Disclaimer: See chapter 1

I reached the Anduin within the hour and limped southeast as my father had said. I sighed as pain shot through my wound again. Limping was no longer working. I leaned heavily on my bow and lowered myself to the ground.

I rolled up my leggings to the knee and unwrapped my wound. The bandages were stained with blood and I found that a couple of stitches had torn. Drawing my needle from my pack, I began to stitch the wound again. I rubbed the last of a paste on it to stop the bleeding and heal it quicker. Once it was bandaged again, I chewed a small pain killing herb and stood up. Using my bow as a crutch, I continued to make my way down the river.

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Hours turned into a day and a day turned into a week. My leg wound had steadily worsened for reasons I knew not why. I had washed it out in the Anduin and stitched it with a sterile needle. Though who knew what toxins could be on the Orc weapons. They were brutal creatures and often coated their weapons in poisons. I sighed audibly. Whatever it was, my wound simply refused to heal and I was running dangerously low on painkilling herbs.

I limped through the Fangorn forest and over a barren land, still using my bow as a crutch. The grass was dry and yellow and the hot sun beat down on me. It was miserable and I doubted I would ever meet the man of Rohan my father told me of. I continued to walk, my elvish sight could not discern even a single living soul for miles. I was utterly alone.

The sun set within an hour and I sat down underneath a small, rocky overhang to camp. I leaned up against a large stone and unbandaged my calf. There was no more blood but the wound had swolen and was bright red. I leaned my head back and closed my eyes. Infection had settled in. I had tried what I could to prevent it, cleaning it regularly and using clean bandages. But despite my work, I had not the tools I needed. I cleaned out the wound with as little water as I could, considering how low I was, and bandaged it tightly.

I had no fire tonight and no meat. I chewed on a corner of a slice of Lembas and watched the stars. After just five minutes, sleep found me.

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I woke early the next morning and stood up. Pain shot through my leg and I gasped and braced myself against the rock to keep from collapsing. I fumble in my back for my painkilling herb and took a bite, attempting to save the rest for later. The pain instantly began to lessen and after a few minutes it was almost gone.

Suddenly, a loud thundering hit my ears. Horses were stampeding towards me. They held a steady formation as the man leading them guided them through the field. I leaned on my bow as I watched them surround me, three concentric circles, each man pointing his spear at me.

A tall blonde man with a silver helmet decorated with horses nodded to me.

"And what would an injured she-elf be doing out here all alone?"

"I am but a traveler, searching for my three companions. Would you have happened to see them? They are quite hard to miss."

"We have met three travelers. An elf, a man, and a dwarf. They were searching for their companions. Two hobbits."

"And do you know where they might be headed?"

"They went to search the orcs we burned. It is just there." He pointed to the west.

"I was told to meet them in Edoras. How far might that be?"

"Eighteen miles southeast. Though I believe the journey would be much simpler if you had a horse." The man brought around a beautiful gray mare. Her body was a dark gray with many white spots. She was beautiful.

"Thank you."

"Her name is Arlies. She is fast and strong. I am sure she will suit you well."

"May you be blessed in your journey, my lord."

"Eomer, my lady. Call me Eomer."

"And you may call me Nessa, Eomer."

Eomer smiled and turned his riders. They rode away in their formation, leaving me with Arlies.

I pulled myself onto Arlies's back as gently as I could as to not aggravate my wound. In just eighteen miles I would be back with my friends.

I pulled my bow over my head onto my back and took hold of the reins. A searing pain hit my calf and shot through me. I almost cried out, but was able to restrain myself. I just had to make it to Edoras where I had access to the medical supplies I required.

I patted Arlies's neck. "~Let us be on our way.~" I said quietly.

Arlies snorted and began to run across the yellow field. I stopped after several miles and dismounted. We had come to a thin river that flowed gently through the plains of Rohan. Arlies stooped down to drink from the clear water while I sat and cleaned my wound.

The swelling has not gone down and I could tell the infection was becoming worse. I had felt nauseous more than once as we rode and my skin was beginning to feel much warmer than it should. I finished tending to my wound and bandaged it again. I ate the last of painkilling herbs and knelt forward. Dipping my dark hair in the clear water, I ran my fingers through it. It fell loosely over one shoulder as I wrung it out.

Arlies nudged me and nickered softly. I smiled and stood, leaning on my bow. I have the mare's soft nose a pat and whispered to her in Sindarin. "~I know, my friend. We will continue onward.~" Arlies nickered again.

I pulled myself onto her back and picked up the leather reins. "~Ride swiftly, my friend. On to Rohan.~"

Arlies rode hard and it wasn't long before night fell. The city of Edoras was no more than a mile away, but Arlies was breathing heavily. I made camp near the same small river I had found earlier in they day and tired Arlies to a tree near the water.

I leaned against a tree, after having tried to climb it with my leg and failing. Exhaustion quickly took over me and my eyes closed in the healing sleep of the elves.

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I dreamed of Mirkwood, many years ago. Thranduil sat in his magnificent throne of elk antlers and twisted tree branches. He held a long piece of parchment and was intently focused on what it said. Legolas was perched on the armrest, gripping his bow tightly and staring out the window at the forest. He wore his simple green tunic, brown leggings, and brown boots. His feet dangled and he was swinging them nervously, hitting his heels against the side of the throne.

"~Legolas, would you stop that infernal noise?~" Thranduil looked up at his son, eyes narrowed.

Legolas's silvery eyes widened in fear and he jumped. Upon seeing his father's glare, bowed his golden head. "~Sorry, father.~"

Thranduil turned back to his work, but was quickly interrupted as I burst through the large oak doors of the throne room. My hair was shorter, only falling to the small of my back. Two small strips fell over my shoulders and the top layer was separated into four braids and joined in pairs at the back of my head. I wore a brown tunic, dark green leggings, and brown boots. My knives hung from my belt, my quiver hung over my shoulder, and I held my bow in my hand. I realized how different I looked. My eyes were happy, full of joy. My face was young and a smile stretched from ear to ear. I hadn't seen that smile on my face for centuries.

"Legolas! Legolas!" I said, running to the throne room.

"~Nessima Lomioniell, must I speak to your father again about knocking when entering the throne room?~" Thranduil sighed.

"~Uh, no sir. It won't happen again, your highness.~" I curtsied. "~May I take Legolas hunting? My father said he saw some deer just outside the palace walls and offered to take him off of your hands for a few hours.~"

"~Alright. Legolas, be back in your room before nightfall.~" Thranduil warned.

"~Thank you, father.~" Legolas said, bowing.

We walked quietly out of the throne room and continued down the hall until we were out of the guards' sight and bolted through the rest of the castle.

"~So are we going hunting with your father?~" Legolas asked as we ran.

"~No. My dad left to hunt a pack of orcs that were closing in on our borders. We are going to have an archery competition.~"

"~ If we're just going to have an archery competition then why lie to my father?~"

"~Didn't your father say that he didn't want you leaving the palace walls without an escort? Well I would much rather stretch the truth than be followed around by a couple of guards.~" I informed him.

"~Well at least we aren't doing anything dull like hunting deer.~"

"~Just be happy I got you out of the palace for a few hours, you spoiled little princeling. I could have left you to die of boredom instead.~"

"~Yes, I am eternally grateful, my lady.~" Legolas mocked, bowing deeply and grinning.

I punched him in the gut and he stuck his tongue out at me. "~We will see just how long you are laughing after I beat you in archery.~"

"~You will never be capable of defeating me in archery, Nessa. I can shoot a thousand times better than you can.~"

"~Well at least I can use daggers without stabbing myself in the eye.~"

"~I have only cut my hand twice.~"

"~Whatever. Let's start the competition.~" I nocked my bow and shot through three apples hanging from the trees.~"

Legolas nocked his bow but never shot. Screams suddenly began to echo around us. Terrible screams and laughs that couldonly be emitted by the foul orcs. They leaped from behind trees, barring their horrible weapons.

Legolas and I aimed our bows at the creatures, but we were completely surrounded. We shot at the same time, felling two of the beasts. The others snarled at us and charged with their weapons raised. I swung my bow over my back and pulled my daggers from my belt. I leaped at the orcs and began killing them in any way I could. I looked to Legolas who was doing the same.

He was killing many orcs, but he was unaware of the orc archer creeping up behind him, his bow raised. My eyes widened and I ran to Legolas, screaming his name. He turned just as I shoved him out of the way of the flying arrow. The black weapon flew into my shoulder and I cried out.

All I could remember thinking was "I will always protect the prince. I have made my vow. . ."

I was shaken from my dream by a cool hand on my shoulder. My eyes snapped open and I found myself starting face to face with the crown prince of Mirkwood.

Here you go guys, that's the end of chapter 14! Please leave a review! I love reading them! Thank you for reading!