*~*The Wind Child*~*

Conversation

Again Narisunell awoke confused and dazed but a quick glance at her painful body brought the events of the day before flooding back to her.  Her cheeks were stained with salty tears as always and her hair was greasy and unkempt.  Her limbs ached and her arms that were visibly scared with fresh wounds and bruises as well as the strange flowers she had sketched on them a while ago.

"So, you are awake then?" said a familiar voice that was unnaturally cheerful.

There was no reply.

"The weathers lovely you know…if you wanted to then I could arrange it so you could sit outside."

Still, there was no reply.

"Well, miss I'm gonna go and fetch myself some breakfast, I need to stretch my legs anyway, 'cause I've been sitting in that chair all night.  I'll get you something to eat."

"I…I'm sorry…I kept you up…please go and rest…I'd hate to think that you would be up all night for my sake," said Narisunell's guilty voice.

"Nay, madam it's my duty."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm a servant…silly."

Narisunell looked mortified, "You're a servant, you cant be… but your so beautiful much too pretty to be a servant…I should be a servant."

At this the girl laughed and blushed, "Your to kind to me, my Lady."

"Well then, if you won't go and rest, will you at least stay and talk with me; I haven't had a proper conversation in years."

"In years, oh, you poor dear.  Of course I'll stay and talk to you."

"Thank you."

"Well first off, what's your name?  When the Lady Arwen and Lord Legolas brought you in they didn't seem to know what it was, but Arwen was acting all strange…it was as if she knew you."

Na…Nari, my names Nari." Said Narisunell whilst shuddering at the mention of Arwens name.

"Well, that's a lovely name.  I bet its short for something…hmm…let me guess, maybe it's Narissa…"

"No"

"Or… Narizelda"

"No, you'll never guess it…so, I'll tell you.  My name is Narisunell."

"Well miss, that is a pretty unusual name…its very beautiful though."

"Thank you."

 "Well, I'm sure I know you from some where have you ever been to Rivendell before?"

"I…umm…NO…no I haven't" said Narisunell unconvincingly

 
Bridey was tired of only getting very short answers, so she asked a more elaborate question, "Well, tell me about your past…your parents…Where do you come from?"

Narisunell shook violently; she didn't know what to say,

*** What can I say? Should I trust her?  I cannot tell her about Mordor, the riders…I must lie…***

"Umm…my mother, she was an elf…and…my father, he was a man."  Narisunell said shakily

*** At least that bits true *** she thought

"Great, now tell me about you" said an encouraging Bridey

"Oh, me…well…I'm quite boring really…"

"Go on…where did you come from?"

Narisunell was nervous; she didn't know what to say.  She didn't want to lie; yet the truth was totally out of the question "I…I came from…Rohan, yes Rohan, and I was riding near here when I was taken hostage by nine hideous black things…"

"Oh, you poor dear," said Bridey sadly.

"Yes, and then we were riding…umm…I mean they forced me to ride with them while they chased something…a hobbit I think.  They chased it to a big ford and then the waters rose up!  I was so frightened," she said through pretend sobs. "And then it felt like I was drowning and every thing went black, and now, now, I'm here." She finished, feeling secretly happy at how well she had just told her very big lie.

"Oh…sweetheart you must be so scared."

Narisunell nodded sadly.

"Well anyway what do you like?  Perhaps when you are better we could do something together."

"Well okay…umm I like riding, no I love riding."

*** Well that wasn't a lie either. ***

"And…I suppose I'm a bit of an artist, oh and I love being out doors."

"Really?" Bridey asked, "I love the outdoors, soon we can go walking together."

"Maybe." Said Narisunell coldly, she regretted letting out so much and hoped Bridey was as dim as she looked.  After all she didn't want Elrond to know what had happened to her…it was too shameful and would remain a secret, her secret, her life.