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Chapter 17
Faith arrived in Minas Tirith much later than the rest of the fellowship. She had concealed the injury to her arm, relying on her slayer healing powers to get it fixed and had ridden into Mordor itself with a group of men intent on destroying the fortresses in the north of the land.
Now she had finally returned and had gone to the Houses of Healing, to rest and recuperate. Her arm still ached, but Faith, being Faith ignored the pain. She had not attended the ceremony where Aragorn was crowned. Although the fellowship had not condemned her when she had confessed her crimes to them, she felt that they were uneasy in her presence, and consequently she avoided being seen by them and all others that were within the city walls.
Faith was wandering in the city, it was late at night when most were asleep. Faith had made a habit of walking the streets during the night, it gave her a chance to be outside and alone. None saw her as she walked, something she was grateful for. I wonder what happens next? She pondered. Do I go back to earth or am I stuck here?
Footsteps approached. "Lady Faith?" Pelarden asked.
"Yes?"
"Why do you wander here alone?" Pelarden had changed from the person he was since Faith had saved him.
"I needed to get some air."
Pelarden looked at Faith. Since she had returned he was the only one who had made an effort to talk to her. Faith at first had found this annoying, now however, as everyone else ignored her she found it comforting.
"What troubles you?"
"I was wondering whether I stay here or go back. It's not as if I'm needed here now is it?" Faith shivered. The wind had picked up and now she felt cold.
"Come, Lady Faith. Let us return." Pelarden paused before continuing "Perhaps it would be best to ask Gandalf for the answer to your question tomorrow."
***
The next day Faith walked into the court of the King. She was wearing her usual garb, her denim jacket covering up her injured arm. She ignored the whispered comments from the sides of the chamber where people who had never seen her before stood. She only stopped walking when she stood directly in front of Aragorn. She didn't bow, just gazed up at him waiting for him to speak.
"My Lady Faith, it is good to see you again. I trust you are fully recovered from going into Mordor?"
Faith nodded in response, ignoring the dull ache from her arm. Then she said, "I wish to speak with Gandalf."
"You are puzzled about the future." Gandalf said walking towards the throne. "Now is not the time to decide. Much must be done before you return. Not least your injured arm."
Faith looked stunned and then noticed Pelarden smiling in the background. That explains the whole knowing about the injury then, she thought glaring at him. Gandalf led Faith out of the room and back to the Houses of Healing.
"I cannot heal this. She needs Elvish medicine." Aragorn after being told what caused the injury to Faith's arm. "Stubborn wench!" He exclaimed as he pealed back the rough dressing Faith had wrapped it in. "Riding into Mordor! How you survived is a miracle!" He examined her arm more closely. "Legolas is the only one who can heal you now. Be grateful he is still here." Aragorn looked up at Gandalf before saying, "He is with Gimli."
"I will fetch him immediately."
***
Faith winced as Legolas held her arm. They were in her room in the Houses of Healing, Faith sitting on her bed with Legolas sitting on a chair next to it. Now that the bandages were off her arm was hurting more than it had done for days.
"Hey! That hurts!" She cried as Legolas turned her arm over. "Don't suppose it'd kill you to be gentle for once would it?" She muttered beneath her breath. The frown on Legolas's face was the only sign that he'd heard what she had said. After an hour of what seemed like torture to Faith, Legolas re-bandaged her arm.
"I have done all I can, it would have been better for you if it had been treated earlier." He said before leaving the room. "What a charmer." Faith said sarcastically at his back as she flopped down on her bed. "Does have nice eyes though - pity he's such a stuck up little..." She murmured as exhaustion overtook her. She hadn't admitted it to Legolas but she felt more tired now than she ever had done, even after the battle. "Next time I get stabbed I'll make sure it isn't a poisonous blade first." She commented as sleep overtook her.
Chapter 17
Faith arrived in Minas Tirith much later than the rest of the fellowship. She had concealed the injury to her arm, relying on her slayer healing powers to get it fixed and had ridden into Mordor itself with a group of men intent on destroying the fortresses in the north of the land.
Now she had finally returned and had gone to the Houses of Healing, to rest and recuperate. Her arm still ached, but Faith, being Faith ignored the pain. She had not attended the ceremony where Aragorn was crowned. Although the fellowship had not condemned her when she had confessed her crimes to them, she felt that they were uneasy in her presence, and consequently she avoided being seen by them and all others that were within the city walls.
Faith was wandering in the city, it was late at night when most were asleep. Faith had made a habit of walking the streets during the night, it gave her a chance to be outside and alone. None saw her as she walked, something she was grateful for. I wonder what happens next? She pondered. Do I go back to earth or am I stuck here?
Footsteps approached. "Lady Faith?" Pelarden asked.
"Yes?"
"Why do you wander here alone?" Pelarden had changed from the person he was since Faith had saved him.
"I needed to get some air."
Pelarden looked at Faith. Since she had returned he was the only one who had made an effort to talk to her. Faith at first had found this annoying, now however, as everyone else ignored her she found it comforting.
"What troubles you?"
"I was wondering whether I stay here or go back. It's not as if I'm needed here now is it?" Faith shivered. The wind had picked up and now she felt cold.
"Come, Lady Faith. Let us return." Pelarden paused before continuing "Perhaps it would be best to ask Gandalf for the answer to your question tomorrow."
***
The next day Faith walked into the court of the King. She was wearing her usual garb, her denim jacket covering up her injured arm. She ignored the whispered comments from the sides of the chamber where people who had never seen her before stood. She only stopped walking when she stood directly in front of Aragorn. She didn't bow, just gazed up at him waiting for him to speak.
"My Lady Faith, it is good to see you again. I trust you are fully recovered from going into Mordor?"
Faith nodded in response, ignoring the dull ache from her arm. Then she said, "I wish to speak with Gandalf."
"You are puzzled about the future." Gandalf said walking towards the throne. "Now is not the time to decide. Much must be done before you return. Not least your injured arm."
Faith looked stunned and then noticed Pelarden smiling in the background. That explains the whole knowing about the injury then, she thought glaring at him. Gandalf led Faith out of the room and back to the Houses of Healing.
"I cannot heal this. She needs Elvish medicine." Aragorn after being told what caused the injury to Faith's arm. "Stubborn wench!" He exclaimed as he pealed back the rough dressing Faith had wrapped it in. "Riding into Mordor! How you survived is a miracle!" He examined her arm more closely. "Legolas is the only one who can heal you now. Be grateful he is still here." Aragorn looked up at Gandalf before saying, "He is with Gimli."
"I will fetch him immediately."
***
Faith winced as Legolas held her arm. They were in her room in the Houses of Healing, Faith sitting on her bed with Legolas sitting on a chair next to it. Now that the bandages were off her arm was hurting more than it had done for days.
"Hey! That hurts!" She cried as Legolas turned her arm over. "Don't suppose it'd kill you to be gentle for once would it?" She muttered beneath her breath. The frown on Legolas's face was the only sign that he'd heard what she had said. After an hour of what seemed like torture to Faith, Legolas re-bandaged her arm.
"I have done all I can, it would have been better for you if it had been treated earlier." He said before leaving the room. "What a charmer." Faith said sarcastically at his back as she flopped down on her bed. "Does have nice eyes though - pity he's such a stuck up little..." She murmured as exhaustion overtook her. She hadn't admitted it to Legolas but she felt more tired now than she ever had done, even after the battle. "Next time I get stabbed I'll make sure it isn't a poisonous blade first." She commented as sleep overtook her.