Aragorn shut the door behind him and turned to the elf on the bed, still cowering behind the bed.
"Why do you fear me, my lady?" Aragorn said sympathetically.
"I am not really sure, but an image of a dark figure clouds my mind and it frightens me. The figure has a striking resemblance to you. That is why I think I seem to fear thee. I know that I am not easily frightened, but something about you strikes me deep inside and fear grows on my mind each time I see you,"
"Could it be that, that image you see is a memory."
"If it is a memory of my past then I understand why I ran away from it. May I ask your name, my lord?"
" My name is Aragorn," She placed her hand to her forehead and began to slowly mumble,
"Son of Arathorn, Heir to the thrown of Isildur, a Ranger of the lands outside the Shire, bearer of Narsil or Anduil," Aragorn looked at her for a moment and bid her good bye and swiftly left to go find Gandalf and Elrond, 'They will know what to make of this.' He thought to himself.
Maleu looked around the bedroom in the darkness. Despite all of the rest they told her she needed, she could find none. The pain in her stomach began to slowly creep up again. She clenched her eyes shut and laid her arms across her belly hoping to soothe it. Attempting to block out the pain, she pressed the back of her head into the pillow. At long last the pain subsided and her eyes slowly closed as she drifted off to sleep.
She felt a cold hand on her back. She rolled over and looked up. It was Aragorn.
"What are you doing here?" she said wholly afraid. He said nothing but he drew his sword and raised it over his head to strike. She rolled off the bed and began to scream, for someone to help her. She crawled into the corner of the room and screamed some more he knelt down to where she was and grabbed both her shoulders and began to shake her.
The vision blurred and she saw an elf kneeling beside her instead of the dark figure she could've sworn was Aragorn. The elf looked at her with his gentle blue eyes and touched her face lightly,
"It is alright, no one will hurt you. You were having a dream," He said kindly. She breathed a sigh of relief. As she got up with the elves help four small figures followed by another tall one entered the room. When the tall one lit the candles she recognized them as Merry, Pippin, Underhill, one she didn't know, and Elrond.
"What has happened, Legolas?" Elrond said sounding a little worried.
"I believe she was having a dream, I heard her screaming for help and when I came into the room she was cowering in the corner."
"Are you okay, Maleu?" Pippin said
"Yea, are you alright?" Frodo added to Pippins comment
"I am fine Underhill, Pippin." She said wiping a cold sweat from her forehead.
"Maleu? I don't understand were you four up here without permission?" Elrond said looking at the four hobbits.
"No we were not up here, or at least I wasn't, Fro-" Sam was cut off by Frodo elbowing him in the stomach. "What?"
"I am sorry my lord, after dinner I came up here and found Merry and Pippin here." Frodo said earnestly
"We just wanted to she how she was, all we did was tell her our names and gave her a name, that's all." Pippin said absent-mindedly
"You do not understand the damage you could have done, my friends. I will explain later leave myself and Maleu for a moment, I need to speak with her." The four hobbits and Legolas turned and left the room. Elrond pulled a chair up to her bed, where she now sat.
"What was your dream about?" he asked her caringly
"It was about a man he came after me with a sword and tried to kill me. I tried to get away to the corner. When he came to me in the corner, he shook me but then everything blurred and it was that elf trying to rouse me from my dream." Elrond appeared to be deep in thought. After a moment he looked back up at her,
"Yes, yes. Alright, what did our little friends tell you?"
"Merry and Pippin came to my room and told me their names…"He cut her off,
"Did you remember anything?" He asked her urgently, a small trance of fear in his eyes,
"Yes I remembered Brandybuck and Took when they told me Meriadoc and Peregrin. After they told me their nicknames, but they also were already in my mind." She paused for a moment then continued, " Then after a while another came in and sort of scolded the other two, but then it seemed to me he was there for the same reason. He told me his name was Underhill. That name drew some more names out of my memory but I already have forgotten them." She finished and looked at Elrond, he was deep in thought again, "You will not punish them, my lord?"
"No, of course not they really aren't able t be punished, I will tell you more tomorrow. I just have one more question, what did the man look like?" She hesitated
"He looked like Lord Aragorn, it was so frightening because I saw him earlier and he sworn he would do no harm to me, but I felt in my dream I could actually feel his hand on my back."
"Yes, dreams are sometimes very realistic, if they haunt us." She nodded wondering what to make of this. Elrond bid her farewell again and left the room, leaving her again in the cold silence.