The lad was having a nightmare and he trashed about in his blanket . It was
a common symptoms after the withdrawal of the poison and she casually check
his bandage over his back wound for any new blood . The linen was as white
as new daisy and she glanced to his right shoulder where the orc have torn
a bite size tissue from it .
She had made a poultice to prevent the spread of infection and knew the
vial she gave will also reduce the risk of it .
Feeling the wound on her calf with a finger she smiled when she remembered
that she had received the same treatment from the goblin .
He suddenly woke up , shivering . Seeing the goose bumps popping over his pale skin she threw him her blanket . His gray eyes search around questioningly , examining the interior of the cave they were dwelling in . It was only large enough to occupy both of them and support a small flame in the middle .
His first attempt of trying to speak was brought short suddenly by a brief spasm of his larynx . She took out her water skin and threw it across the room .
' Thank you . 'after he gulped a considerable amount of her portions . He suddenly felt self consciousness as he realized that he was half naked . He ran a hand gingerly on his back and felt the rough bandages , tracing it upward to the poultice covering his bite mark then down to another strip of linen tightly secured around his right arm . He ran through his wet hairs feeling the bump on each side of the head .
' How do you feel ? ' she asked casually , tossing several wood piece into the fire .
' Alive . ' he answered with wonder and his eyes glance pleadingly to his shirt , already clean and dried which was out of reach to him . Tracing his gaze she pick up the shirt and threw it to him with considerable roughness since she was trying to leash some anger caused by his ancestor which had been bottled up inside her for some time now . He was confused at her reaction but with some conventional wisdom he realized that her anger were not ( thank Valar ) caused mainly by him .
' May I ask my lady's name ? ' he said with a shy voice when he really saw what he thought was a spirit or angel of death the night before . Her armour were piled within her arm's reach and she look a little bit less devastating as she was only wearing a white shirt which had been stained here and there with sweat , dirt and blood . She draped her black cloak over her shoulder to protect her from the biting wind . Her hair which were plaited last night into one single long coil of golden blood now it cascade down to the small of her back like a waterfall of liquid gold under the playing shadow of the fire . His breath stop sharp and his lung stop working for a fraction of a second when he really saw the face of his rescuer .
' Marilla . ' she said , looking back into his eyes .
' That's a beautiful name . My name is Ar-'
' Aragorn ,son of Arathron . Heir of Isildur's throne . ' her intensity shook him and he will not be surprised if there were any thunders rolling in that vicious sea of her eyes . His body tensed and pain slowly creeping toward him but he paid no heed .
He suddenly woke up , shivering . Seeing the goose bumps popping over his pale skin she threw him her blanket . His gray eyes search around questioningly , examining the interior of the cave they were dwelling in . It was only large enough to occupy both of them and support a small flame in the middle .
His first attempt of trying to speak was brought short suddenly by a brief spasm of his larynx . She took out her water skin and threw it across the room .
' Thank you . 'after he gulped a considerable amount of her portions . He suddenly felt self consciousness as he realized that he was half naked . He ran a hand gingerly on his back and felt the rough bandages , tracing it upward to the poultice covering his bite mark then down to another strip of linen tightly secured around his right arm . He ran through his wet hairs feeling the bump on each side of the head .
' How do you feel ? ' she asked casually , tossing several wood piece into the fire .
' Alive . ' he answered with wonder and his eyes glance pleadingly to his shirt , already clean and dried which was out of reach to him . Tracing his gaze she pick up the shirt and threw it to him with considerable roughness since she was trying to leash some anger caused by his ancestor which had been bottled up inside her for some time now . He was confused at her reaction but with some conventional wisdom he realized that her anger were not ( thank Valar ) caused mainly by him .
' May I ask my lady's name ? ' he said with a shy voice when he really saw what he thought was a spirit or angel of death the night before . Her armour were piled within her arm's reach and she look a little bit less devastating as she was only wearing a white shirt which had been stained here and there with sweat , dirt and blood . She draped her black cloak over her shoulder to protect her from the biting wind . Her hair which were plaited last night into one single long coil of golden blood now it cascade down to the small of her back like a waterfall of liquid gold under the playing shadow of the fire . His breath stop sharp and his lung stop working for a fraction of a second when he really saw the face of his rescuer .
' Marilla . ' she said , looking back into his eyes .
' That's a beautiful name . My name is Ar-'
' Aragorn ,son of Arathron . Heir of Isildur's throne . ' her intensity shook him and he will not be surprised if there were any thunders rolling in that vicious sea of her eyes . His body tensed and pain slowly creeping toward him but he paid no heed .
