A/N I want to thank my very good friend, IthilNaur, for her encouragement and support, as well as ideas. Hope you enjoy the chapter :)
Disclaimer- I'm not Tolkien obviously, I make no money off of this.
Chapter 2
The first sensation Arya had as she woke up was a dull, throbbing pain in her head and ankle. It felt as if she had dwarves hammering away inside of her head. She winced, and wished the pain to leave.
After a moment, she opened her eyes, but instead of the tall trees and endless blue sky over her head, all she saw was stone and dirt.
Panic flooded her.
Arya sat up, looking wildly around. A cave? How did I get in a cave? She wondered.
It was wide, and how far back it went she could not tell, but the faint sound of running water caught her ears. Underground river, she thought.
Nearby, a few packs were stacked against the cave wall, and several feet away, a fire crackled and danced merrily. A pot full of some sort of soup, she guessed, sat beside the glowing coals.
Arya frowned. Where in Arda am I? And where is the person who lives here?
Footsteps suddenly sounded outside and a tall, blue-cloaked figure stepped in carrying an armload of firewood. His hood fell back, revealing the pointed ears and fine features of an elf.
He dumped the wood beside the fire. "I see you've finally woken up," he murmured, without looking at her.
Arya resisted the urge to snap back a sarcastic comment. Instead she said nothing, and watched him.
The elf made no move for more conversation, and began to stir the contents in the pot, humming idly. Arya huffed in annoyance.
Blasted elf! The least he could do is acknowledge my existence!
Said elf continued stirring the pot, crouched lazily beside the fire. After a few moments, he stood up and went back outside.
Arya glared after him. She might as well have been a rock: she received about as much attention. Patient, though rather irritated, she watched the cave entrance for the elf's return. But he did not come back. After while, her head began to ache again, so she leaned back against the cave wall and closed her eyes.
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When she woke up again, it was dark and the fire had died down almost completely. The blue-cloaked elf stood leaning against the cave wall beside the entrance, staring at the stars.
After a moment, her curiosity got the better of her. "Who are you?"
"No one... I am no one."
"You have a name," Arya snapped back.
The elf slowly turned and fixed his eyes on her. Arya froze. His face was dark, shadowed and flickering orange from the dying fire. His eyes... they were bottomless pools of black, an unbroken look in them, that reminded her of her fiery stallion, Agnarfin.
"Not anymore." The elf's melodious voice broke the silence of the cave. "Not anymore. I am lost to my people."
Arya stared at the elf, a sudden feeling of dread rising within her, overwhelming her senses.
Something was not right.
She could feel it.
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TBC
I know it was short, I'll do my best to make it longer next time. Thanks so much for reading!
I promise to post as soon as possible.