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Chapter 2
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Don't bother suing us cause we got no money! Lisa owns Sitara Amaya and her
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means morning star in Sanskrit and Amaya means night rain. Please read and
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A/N- FYI, the setting is after Moria and yes, Gandalf is still alive. This is our story and we will do it our way. Don't like it? Tough! O yeah, the scenery is different, too. Oh, well, on with the story.
As Legolas walked into camp, everyone looked up. Their eyes widened as he set the unconscious female on his cloak, spread out before the fire.
Aragon walked over and knelt down next to Legolas.
"I thought you went out to scout the area, not to bring back strays." he said. Legolas shrugged.
"She has an arrow wound to her shoulder, and that gash on her leg looks pretty nasty. She has a fever and keeps mumbling about someone named Arly and a trap; in Elvish no less. She is not an Elf either." Legolas pointed to her ears.
Aragon nodded and stood.
"Gimli, take Merry and Pippin up to the river and get us some water. Frodo, Sam and Boromir- get some more wood. Gandalf, can you check her wounds for poison?" Aragon seemed to take control of the situation the fastest.
"Legolas, check that pack, see if you can find out who she is." Everyone nodded and went about their appointed duties. Gandalf knelt over the woman's leg, checking the wound for infection.
"Orc poison," he stated matter-of-factly.
"She was attacked by orcs . strange," said Aragon, "Orcs don't usually attack unless they're hungry and even then they wouldn't use poisoned arrows." He turned to Legolas. "Did you find anything?"
Legolas looked up at Aragon. " A little food, two sets of clothing, a grey woolen cloak and several bandages with healing ointment. Everything is of an Elvish make." Handing the ointment to Aragon, he nodded his head and continued. " This will work on those wounds." With a nod, Aragon took the ointment. Kneeling down next to the unconscious girl, he pulled the clothing away from the gash, dabbing the wound gently with a wet cloth. After cleaning it from infection, he applied the ointment to the wound and wrapped it up.
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Later, after they made sure that the woman was comfortable wrapped in their cloaks by the campfire, the Fellowship sat discussing what to do with her.
" We should just leave her here. I mean, we don't know who this woman is, or what she is!" Boromir looked at the still form quietly.
" But we can't just leave her here!" Pippin protested." She probably can't fend for herself anymore than Mr. Frodo can." Frodo shot Pippin a dirty look, crossing his arms over his chest just as Boromir had done. At that moment, the blonde woman groaned and tried to sit up slowly. Rubbing her eyes, she looked around. Her hazel colored orbs widened, and she whispered with a willowy voice.
"Ya naa lle [3]? Mani marte [4]? She looked wildly at the group around her. Frodo looked at Legolas.
"What did she say?" Before Legolas could answer, she said smugly," I asked 'who are you and what happened'." Aragon stood.
"Before we answer that, I think you should tell us who you are." The girl's eyes crackled with a topaz fire. "Why should I?" Gimli's face hardened. "Because you're under our care, and what we say goes."
The girl watched them warily, then sighed as if she knew she couldn't win.
"Fine." she said in an exasperated voice "My name is Sitara Amaya. My company and I were attacked by orcs several nights ago. I think I am the only survivor. Is that good enough for you?" Gimli nodded. "For now," he said grudgingly.
Legolas stood. " Now it's my turn. How do you know Elvish? And why are all your things Elven made?" Sitara's gaze became cynical. "That, I believe, is my business." She stood slowly, favoring her left leg but not showing any signs of pain. Seizing her pack, she turned toward the river. Legolas, the closest to her, stepped forward and grabbed her arm. "Where do you think you're going?"
"I do not think that that is your business, Elf-boy."
"It is now," he retorted coolly.
"Auta minqula yrch [5]," she said before turning, shaking off his hand and heading for the river to wash.
"What did she say?" asked Pippin. Gandalf smiled a bit, watching Sitara go. "She told him to 'go kiss an orc', I believe." They looked at Legolas in surprise.
"Are you going to let her get away with that?" asked Gimli. Legolas shrugged.
"She's not worth it."
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[3]- who are you?
[4]-what happened?
[5]-Go Kiss an Orc!
A/N- Hope ya liked it! Give us some feedback! R/R! ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~*~
A/N- FYI, the setting is after Moria and yes, Gandalf is still alive. This is our story and we will do it our way. Don't like it? Tough! O yeah, the scenery is different, too. Oh, well, on with the story.
As Legolas walked into camp, everyone looked up. Their eyes widened as he set the unconscious female on his cloak, spread out before the fire.
Aragon walked over and knelt down next to Legolas.
"I thought you went out to scout the area, not to bring back strays." he said. Legolas shrugged.
"She has an arrow wound to her shoulder, and that gash on her leg looks pretty nasty. She has a fever and keeps mumbling about someone named Arly and a trap; in Elvish no less. She is not an Elf either." Legolas pointed to her ears.
Aragon nodded and stood.
"Gimli, take Merry and Pippin up to the river and get us some water. Frodo, Sam and Boromir- get some more wood. Gandalf, can you check her wounds for poison?" Aragon seemed to take control of the situation the fastest.
"Legolas, check that pack, see if you can find out who she is." Everyone nodded and went about their appointed duties. Gandalf knelt over the woman's leg, checking the wound for infection.
"Orc poison," he stated matter-of-factly.
"She was attacked by orcs . strange," said Aragon, "Orcs don't usually attack unless they're hungry and even then they wouldn't use poisoned arrows." He turned to Legolas. "Did you find anything?"
Legolas looked up at Aragon. " A little food, two sets of clothing, a grey woolen cloak and several bandages with healing ointment. Everything is of an Elvish make." Handing the ointment to Aragon, he nodded his head and continued. " This will work on those wounds." With a nod, Aragon took the ointment. Kneeling down next to the unconscious girl, he pulled the clothing away from the gash, dabbing the wound gently with a wet cloth. After cleaning it from infection, he applied the ointment to the wound and wrapped it up.
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Later, after they made sure that the woman was comfortable wrapped in their cloaks by the campfire, the Fellowship sat discussing what to do with her.
" We should just leave her here. I mean, we don't know who this woman is, or what she is!" Boromir looked at the still form quietly.
" But we can't just leave her here!" Pippin protested." She probably can't fend for herself anymore than Mr. Frodo can." Frodo shot Pippin a dirty look, crossing his arms over his chest just as Boromir had done. At that moment, the blonde woman groaned and tried to sit up slowly. Rubbing her eyes, she looked around. Her hazel colored orbs widened, and she whispered with a willowy voice.
"Ya naa lle [3]? Mani marte [4]? She looked wildly at the group around her. Frodo looked at Legolas.
"What did she say?" Before Legolas could answer, she said smugly," I asked 'who are you and what happened'." Aragon stood.
"Before we answer that, I think you should tell us who you are." The girl's eyes crackled with a topaz fire. "Why should I?" Gimli's face hardened. "Because you're under our care, and what we say goes."
The girl watched them warily, then sighed as if she knew she couldn't win.
"Fine." she said in an exasperated voice "My name is Sitara Amaya. My company and I were attacked by orcs several nights ago. I think I am the only survivor. Is that good enough for you?" Gimli nodded. "For now," he said grudgingly.
Legolas stood. " Now it's my turn. How do you know Elvish? And why are all your things Elven made?" Sitara's gaze became cynical. "That, I believe, is my business." She stood slowly, favoring her left leg but not showing any signs of pain. Seizing her pack, she turned toward the river. Legolas, the closest to her, stepped forward and grabbed her arm. "Where do you think you're going?"
"I do not think that that is your business, Elf-boy."
"It is now," he retorted coolly.
"Auta minqula yrch [5]," she said before turning, shaking off his hand and heading for the river to wash.
"What did she say?" asked Pippin. Gandalf smiled a bit, watching Sitara go. "She told him to 'go kiss an orc', I believe." They looked at Legolas in surprise.
"Are you going to let her get away with that?" asked Gimli. Legolas shrugged.
"She's not worth it."
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[3]- who are you?
[4]-what happened?
[5]-Go Kiss an Orc!
A/N- Hope ya liked it! Give us some feedback! R/R! ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~*~*~*~
