Chapter 2: The Discovery
Aragorn walked through the open doors. "Gimli we have done it!"
The Dwarf appeared with a grave look upon his face.
"What is it?" The Elf questioned.
"Aragorn, Legolas, look."
The two glanced at where the Dwarf was pointing. And red lines became visible on the stonewalls. Then they looked at Gimli's feet. Here the one lay, who had befriended the three during the siege.
Aragorn picked them up, placing them on a table. Here he noticed the blood on the chain mail. "Legolas help." He handed the Elven Prince a leaf instructing him to mash it into a paste. Then Aragorn proceeded to find exactly what was wrong. Gingerly, he removed the chain mail from the being on the table. And they stirred as he lifted it over their head.
"I am fine." They struggled into a sitting position.
"No you are not, let me see."
"I shall be fine."
"Let me look, it may be infected. But you must take the leather off."
There was a gleam in the eyes, almost afraid. "No."
"No? Then you may die."
"I will not die, not from a scratch.
Then Aragorn saw the ears. "You are not form the Riddermark."
"Nor is she male," added Gandalf entering. "Arway let him see. Do not doubt his skill, he learned from Elrond."
Reluctantly the she-Elf let Aragorn help her off with the leather. The fingers on her right hand fumbled as she tried to pull apart the knot. She had slowly begun to lose the feeling in the arm. The wound was bothering her much more than she had made it seem. Once the leather was off, only a thin shirt lay beneath, the right shoulder torn and the whole piece in rags.
Aragorn examined the wound. It was much deeper then he thought it was. It was no mere scratch but a gash. He checked it for metal even poison but none was found. While he did this, Arway sat motionless with eyes fixed on an invisible path before her.
"Legolas let me see that." The healer took the herbal paste and mixed it through. Then with a look of approval, he began to spread it on the wound.
"There is nothing left!" A man proclaimed as he came into the Hornburg. "We are all that is left of those who began." Only a few dozen men remained. As the man looked around, he saw Arway on the table. "What.."
"Éomer I am fine, do not start a debate with these people."
"Where is your usual armour?"
"It is protecting something more important then I could ever be."
"But.."
"But nothing. I have brought this upon myself." Éomer approached the she- Elf. She automatically put out her left arm to stop him from coming closer. As she did this, a jewel slipped out form the neck of her shirt. The silver caught the sunlight, now about mid afternoon.
Legolas gasped quite loudly, from where he stood. And he began to mutter in his own tongue. As he stared, the girl turned at him. "You are a glimpse- Elf." He stammered in Elvish.
Aragorn walked through the open doors. "Gimli we have done it!"
The Dwarf appeared with a grave look upon his face.
"What is it?" The Elf questioned.
"Aragorn, Legolas, look."
The two glanced at where the Dwarf was pointing. And red lines became visible on the stonewalls. Then they looked at Gimli's feet. Here the one lay, who had befriended the three during the siege.
Aragorn picked them up, placing them on a table. Here he noticed the blood on the chain mail. "Legolas help." He handed the Elven Prince a leaf instructing him to mash it into a paste. Then Aragorn proceeded to find exactly what was wrong. Gingerly, he removed the chain mail from the being on the table. And they stirred as he lifted it over their head.
"I am fine." They struggled into a sitting position.
"No you are not, let me see."
"I shall be fine."
"Let me look, it may be infected. But you must take the leather off."
There was a gleam in the eyes, almost afraid. "No."
"No? Then you may die."
"I will not die, not from a scratch.
Then Aragorn saw the ears. "You are not form the Riddermark."
"Nor is she male," added Gandalf entering. "Arway let him see. Do not doubt his skill, he learned from Elrond."
Reluctantly the she-Elf let Aragorn help her off with the leather. The fingers on her right hand fumbled as she tried to pull apart the knot. She had slowly begun to lose the feeling in the arm. The wound was bothering her much more than she had made it seem. Once the leather was off, only a thin shirt lay beneath, the right shoulder torn and the whole piece in rags.
Aragorn examined the wound. It was much deeper then he thought it was. It was no mere scratch but a gash. He checked it for metal even poison but none was found. While he did this, Arway sat motionless with eyes fixed on an invisible path before her.
"Legolas let me see that." The healer took the herbal paste and mixed it through. Then with a look of approval, he began to spread it on the wound.
"There is nothing left!" A man proclaimed as he came into the Hornburg. "We are all that is left of those who began." Only a few dozen men remained. As the man looked around, he saw Arway on the table. "What.."
"Éomer I am fine, do not start a debate with these people."
"Where is your usual armour?"
"It is protecting something more important then I could ever be."
"But.."
"But nothing. I have brought this upon myself." Éomer approached the she- Elf. She automatically put out her left arm to stop him from coming closer. As she did this, a jewel slipped out form the neck of her shirt. The silver caught the sunlight, now about mid afternoon.
Legolas gasped quite loudly, from where he stood. And he began to mutter in his own tongue. As he stared, the girl turned at him. "You are a glimpse- Elf." He stammered in Elvish.
