Before she got to far away, Legolas ran after her. "Wait. What is
your name?" He ran up beside her and stopped her. "Now why would you want
to know that Prince?" she was in shock that the Prince would want to know
her name. She wasn't anybody of real importance. "So I know who to thank
for getting the berries for the feast." He was puzzled by her unwillingness
to give him her name. Most answered him right away for fear of reprimand if
they did not, even though it was his brothers that where like that and not
him. "Varathien" she shouted as she walked away, disappearing behind
bushes.
Varathien walked back to the castle. 'Why would the Prince want my name, I'm just a petty servant girl? I'm not even a healer yet, just one in training that fetches plants while still doing kitchen errands' she thought walking towards the kitchen. "Varathien! Where have you been?" Shouted Eglaturiel, the head of the kitchen servants. "I am sorry. I also had to get plants for the apothecary and I was delayed in the woods by the Prince Legolas." Varathien sat down her basket and put the berries in a bowl. She picked up her basket again to take the plants to the apothecary when Eglaturiel stopped her. "I doubt the Prince would even want to talk to you let alone lay eyes on you, so don't make up stories about him to make up for your lateness." She pushed her out the door and shut it before she could say anything back. Varathien walked to the apothecary, her spirits lifting as soon as she entered it like they did every time. She felt more at home here healing the wounded then making food in the kitchen. It would be a few more months time before she would be considered a healer but she didn't mind. Helping the other healers and fetching plants that were needed was just fine for her as well. Varathien took the plants out of her basket and began to separate them. "Varathien, did you find all the plants we needed?" Minyaglamwen asked. She was the head of the healers and very old. "Yes, I'm working on separating them and then I will prepare them before they get put away. I know that you hate doing that." Varathien felt a love for Minyaglamwen. The old woman was the one who started training her and was always kind, unlike Eglaturiel who would yell at her for anything and smack her around when she did do something wrong. Varathien had carried bruises from her often, more now since she started training. "You're such a nice girl." Minyaglamwen said as she patted her on the cheek and turned back to ointment that she was making. Varathien walked into a back closet to get out jars when she heard voices enter. "Prince Legolas, whatever are you doing down here." She hear Minyaglamwen saying. She dared not to leave her spot for fear he see her and mention something about earlier. "My brother sent me. There was a guard wounded outside of the gates. He was shot by an arrow and very near death. My brother is bringing him up." Varathien could hear footsteps fading away out of the room. She came out thinking the Prince had left to help prepare a spot for the wounded guard. She was mistaken. He was still standing there helping Minyaglamwen to get a bed ready. "What are you doing don't just stand there help! We have work to do." The old woman said to her. Quickly she started gathering the things from the shelf she knew would be needed. Legolas looked up and saw her, back turned, grabbing things off a shelf. He knew that it was her; the golden hair gave her away. "Here Varathien let me help you carry some of that." He grabbed things she had sat down on the table and carried them over near the bed. "I did not know you were a healer." He said as he sat the things down. "Yes well, you also didn't know my name earlier either." She just finished gathering things when the guard was brought in and laid on the bed. "Now if you don't mind Prince, we have work to do." And she turned towards Minyaglamwen who was examining the wound. Legolas nodded and left, hoping they could heal the guard.
Varathien walked back to the castle. 'Why would the Prince want my name, I'm just a petty servant girl? I'm not even a healer yet, just one in training that fetches plants while still doing kitchen errands' she thought walking towards the kitchen. "Varathien! Where have you been?" Shouted Eglaturiel, the head of the kitchen servants. "I am sorry. I also had to get plants for the apothecary and I was delayed in the woods by the Prince Legolas." Varathien sat down her basket and put the berries in a bowl. She picked up her basket again to take the plants to the apothecary when Eglaturiel stopped her. "I doubt the Prince would even want to talk to you let alone lay eyes on you, so don't make up stories about him to make up for your lateness." She pushed her out the door and shut it before she could say anything back. Varathien walked to the apothecary, her spirits lifting as soon as she entered it like they did every time. She felt more at home here healing the wounded then making food in the kitchen. It would be a few more months time before she would be considered a healer but she didn't mind. Helping the other healers and fetching plants that were needed was just fine for her as well. Varathien took the plants out of her basket and began to separate them. "Varathien, did you find all the plants we needed?" Minyaglamwen asked. She was the head of the healers and very old. "Yes, I'm working on separating them and then I will prepare them before they get put away. I know that you hate doing that." Varathien felt a love for Minyaglamwen. The old woman was the one who started training her and was always kind, unlike Eglaturiel who would yell at her for anything and smack her around when she did do something wrong. Varathien had carried bruises from her often, more now since she started training. "You're such a nice girl." Minyaglamwen said as she patted her on the cheek and turned back to ointment that she was making. Varathien walked into a back closet to get out jars when she heard voices enter. "Prince Legolas, whatever are you doing down here." She hear Minyaglamwen saying. She dared not to leave her spot for fear he see her and mention something about earlier. "My brother sent me. There was a guard wounded outside of the gates. He was shot by an arrow and very near death. My brother is bringing him up." Varathien could hear footsteps fading away out of the room. She came out thinking the Prince had left to help prepare a spot for the wounded guard. She was mistaken. He was still standing there helping Minyaglamwen to get a bed ready. "What are you doing don't just stand there help! We have work to do." The old woman said to her. Quickly she started gathering the things from the shelf she knew would be needed. Legolas looked up and saw her, back turned, grabbing things off a shelf. He knew that it was her; the golden hair gave her away. "Here Varathien let me help you carry some of that." He grabbed things she had sat down on the table and carried them over near the bed. "I did not know you were a healer." He said as he sat the things down. "Yes well, you also didn't know my name earlier either." She just finished gathering things when the guard was brought in and laid on the bed. "Now if you don't mind Prince, we have work to do." And she turned towards Minyaglamwen who was examining the wound. Legolas nodded and left, hoping they could heal the guard.
