(Author: Jennzah)

Jairah stood still as the archers surrounded her, all wanting to know if she was alright, but she couldn't
move, she stared at the spot where the red-haired woman had disappeared into thin air.

"Lady Jairah?" asked one of the archers, touching her arm gently, as Jairah stood motionless. "Are you
alright? Were you harmed?"

When she didn't respond, the elven archer turned to another. "Go and find Legolas immediately." he
ordered, and the archer hurried out of the ruined room.

Jairah didn't understand how the woman could have disappeared. Though she didn't understand quite
anything that had just happened. She'd been simply sitting in a library, when all of a sudden she'd been
thrown to the floor by a force that she couldn't see. She'd been too surprised to scream out, but when the
walls had started to crack, and the doors had been blown off, she'd been frightened beyond all knowledge.
Then everything had gone black, and the next thing she remembered was that red haired woman speaking
to her in the tongue she didn't understand, then disappearing.

"Did you see her?" she whispered to the archer who still stood with her. She did not look at him, she kept
her eyes focused on the place where the woman had faded away.

"See who, Lady? Who did this to you? Are you harmed?" the elf said to her, looking her up and down, then
looking to the door, then back to her.

Jairah shook her head, she was not harmed. Her thoughts were stuck to that woman. She felt no pain
anywhere in her body, just shock, and bewilderment.

She was trying to recall the words the woman spoke to her again, when Legolas ran into the room, followed
by several archers, looked around in horror at the shambles it was in, then rushed to Jairah, who was still
staring at nothing it seemed to him. He took her by the shoulders gently, then looked to the archer who'd
stayed with her.

"What happened?" he asked him, his eyes scanning him, then turning to Jairah and looking at her in fear.

"I do not know, my lord. We came to find the room destroyed, and the Lady standing here as you see her
now." the archer said.

"You heard nothing? You saw nothing?" Legolas responded in disbelief, looking again at the elf, who looked
at him with wide eyes.

"Yes, my lord. The doors were smashed in by a unseen force, which alerted us."

"But you saw no intruder?" Legolas said, looking harshly at the archer, so hardly that the elf looked away in
shame.

"No, my lord. We saw no one. Nor did the Lady scream. We simply came to find her here, standing as you
see her now," he repeated, looking at Legolas fearfully. He knew that the Lord of Ithilien had not been
himself in the last few years, and that any harm to his wife would make him act as it was making him now.

Legolas stared at the elf a moment longer before turning his eyes back to Jairah, who was still staring at
the same spot where she'd seen the woman disappear. He lifted one of his hands from her shoulder and
touched her forehead lightly, and she turned her eyes to him.

"Jairah," he whispered. "Are you alright, my love?" his eyes searched hers, and as soon as she'd taken her
eyes off of the place where she'd seen the red haired woman fade, she felt tired, weak, as if she'd been in
some great battle and taken a beating. She looked at Legolas quietly and didn't respond, but he saw in her
eyes the change from bewilderment to weariness. Legolas' heart immediately filled with worry for her, and
for their child that she carried.

"Go and search the city, the woods, for any signs of any danger," he said to the archers, not taking his
eyes away from Jairah. "Something attacked my wife, and we must make sure that it is gone from us
completely, unseen or not." He looked at them sharply.

The archers turned and left the room quickly, been given their orders. Legolas looked back at Jairah, who
was looking at him, her eyes glazed over. His heart now filled with a bit of panic along with the worry.

"Jairah," he whispered, taking her hands. "What happened? Please, tell me. What did you see?"

Her eyes shifted to look at him again, and she shook her head tiredly and fell into him, which worried him
even more. He lifted her up into his arms and carried her quickly to their bedroom, and laid her in their bed.
She sighed as she was laid down, and turned her head into the pillows.

He sat down next to her, taking one of her hands into his. "Jairah, please..." he said, his tone pleading.
"Tell me what happened."

She turned her head to face him, and looked at him, her eyes hazy. She blinked several times as if she
was warding off sleep.

"It was so strange....." she said softly, staring at him. "I was just sitting in the library, looking out the
window.. when i was thrown to the floor. Such force..." she sighed again, and her eyes closed for several
seconds before opening again. "And the woman.... she disappeared....."

"What woman?" Legolas asked, gently stroking the hair above Jairah's forehead. "What did you see?"

"The red-haired woman.... she spoke to me in a language that i did not know," Jairah said, her voice just
above a whisper. "Things went dark, i cannot remember... and then the woman spoke to me... and then she
faded away.... into thin air..."

"Was she the one that harmed you?" Legolas asked, clasping Jairah's hand tighter. "Are you harmed?"
Jairah shook her head slightly.

"No, i dont think so. I am not harmed. I am just.... very weary now...." Jairah said, her eyes fluttering. "I
think i must sleep, for i feel as though i have fought a long battle and need rest."

Her eyes closed then, and Legolas felt her slipping into a deep sleep. It was uncommon for her, as it was
the middle of the day. He wanted to know more about what had happened, but it would have to wait. He
worried for her, and for their child. Something was amiss with her, he felt it as he touched her stomach
lightly now.

Meanwhile, as the Ithilien archers were searching the city for any signs of an intruder, Siendar hid in the
shadows of a tree and sensed their apprehension. He sensed the danger in the air as well, but he knew he
must go into the city and find the Lady Jairah, for she was the one being targeted.

He decided to go forward to the archers, for there was no other way into the city but through them.

No sooner had he moved from the trees than he found four arrows in his face, stern glances from all four of
the archers who aimed them at him.

"Who are you, and what is your buisness here?" one of them asked him harshly, and Siendar raised his
hand.