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A/N: Okay so this update is a little sooner than expected so I don't expect anyone who read chapter one to read chapter 2 till the beginning of August when I said it would be posted. But I got my computer back earlier than I expected so I may as well update now. Unfortunately I have like three other camps to go this summer (volleyball, bball and miscellaneous) plus I go camping with my parents so that means updates won't be as frequent as I'd like.
And now I'm freaking out at my computer because not only does the stupid thing not know french, which screws me over for school cuz I'm in french immersion and now it doesn't know canadien english. Stupid computer, honour is spelt with a u as is neighbourhood, and colour. No it's not wrong you stupid thing. *starts hitting computer in violent rage, then realizes that it is inanimate, ergo cannot feel pain and starts hitting it harder*.
So anyways past that little rant, I just realized that I said Caras Galadhrim instead of Caras Galadhon in my last chapter. I'm surprised that I didn't get flames for that but I'm not going to change it now. Just know that it's supposed to be Caras Galadhon.
And thanx to my reviewers. I love you all. Money for everyone, even if it is fake because I'm broke. Thank you guys for those reviews and keep doing so. R&R!!!!!
Chapter 2
Rays of warm golden light shone down on Caria, causing her to awake. She fluttered her eyes open and looked at the whitewash ceiling. She lay back, enjoying the warmth of the afternoon sun, for it was indeed afternoon.
She tried to sit up, but immediately tossed away that idea as the room began to rock and spin. Her head throbbed painfully. She lay back down and turned her head toward the door. The room was completely white, decorated with swirling vines of light green trimming the bottom and top of the walls. There was only the simple wooden bed with a soft comfortable mattress that she lay upon, a chair and a wooden side table with a white lace skirt. A half-used candle sat on the table along with an empty glass. Caria recognized this room as one of the rooms in the hospital wing. She had spent many years here, training as a healer after she had been left alone.
A nurse came in and glided to her bedside. "Good to see you awake Lady Caria," she said smiling. She must have been relatively new, because Caria did not recognize her. Although she had completed her training as a healer one hundred and fifty years ago, it was not long by the reckoning of the elves. "You've been out for nearly three days," the healer continued. "At first we feared the worst but you have a strong will and pulled through."
Caria tried to prop herself up on her arms, but stopped as she put weight upon her left arm. She winced feeling the pain lance through her upper arm. She lay back down gritting her teeth, her arm still throbbing.
The nurse smiled pityingly. "Yes that may take a while to heal. The bone was chipped. We removed quite a few pieces. It was helpful that you were unconscious or it may have been quite painful. It still may be weeks before you can use that arm again. Here drink this." She handed Caria a bowl of beige colored liquid and helped her sit up. "It will help with the headache and the pain."
Caria sipped the broth. It tasted awful, but she forced herself to drink it all knowing that it would help.
"You should get some rest," the nurse told her. "Try to sleep."
Caria fell back onto her soft pillow. She watched the nurse fill the glass with water from a pitcher that she had brought. She left the pitcher on the table and picked up the bowl. She left, closing the door gently behind her. Caria fell into a dreamless sleep.
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Caria awoke to two voices conversing softly outside her door. Despite their low voice, her elf ears still picked up the sounds.
"I wish to see her," said one, definitely male voice. "Please let me in."
"She is resting now," said the other that sounded like her nurse. "She needs rest or she will not heal properly."
"I really must insist," said the male voice firmly.
"Fine. You mine see her if she is awake," the nurse gave in. The door opened and the same nurse that had tended to her before entered. Caria turned towards her, eyes open.
"I'm sorry to disturb you lady, but someone wishes to see you. Do wish to see him?" she asked.
"Who is he?"
"He calls himself Telmarion," replied the nurse.
Caria recognized the name. It was her training master. She did not particularly want to see him, but there would be hell to pay if she refused him entry. "Let him in please."
The nurse opened the door and Telmarion entered.
"Hello Caria. How are you?"
"No bad, considering my injuries," she replied some what icily. She and Telmarion were on somewhat forced terms of friendship. He was rather senile; she was quick to anger. But he was one of the best fighters, and a good training master.
He turned to the nurse. "Could I borrow her for a while. I should like to take her for a walk in the woods where we might have a little chat." Caria knew there was a catch. Telmarion would not have come here simply to ask her how she was feeling.
"You cannot talk here?" asked the nurse.
"No," he replied simply.
"I do wish that she leave this room. She must not exert herself to much or she will not heal properly."
Telmarion was about to protest, but Caria spoke up instead. "I would like to go out. It would do me good to see the woods and smell the fresh air." The room was beginning to get hot and stuffy. She dreaded the little chat that Telmarion had mentioned, but the scent of the sweet outside air was beckoning to her.
The nurse conceded once more. "Fine," she sighed. "You will need help walking. You cannot stand on that leg. I am surprised you managed to fight with it. The muscles are all torn." She went to fetch an elf and came back quickly with him and a square cloth. The square cloth she folded into a triangle and tied around Caria's left arm and neck, making a sling. "You should not attempt to use that arm. It needs to heal."
Finally, after helping Caria dress and making sure both elves held her strongly between them so that she could hop on her uninjured left foot, the nurse let them go. She led to the door of the hospital wing fussing all the way.
Caria, Telmarion and Anar, the other elf, made their way out of Caras Galadhon. The going was slow because Caria could only use one foot, but eventually they reached the gates of the Elven city. Telmarion led them toward the Anduin, in the opposite direction from whence the orc raid had come.
Caria enjoyed the serene walk. No one spoke. Everyone enjoyed the calmness of the forest. She held a certain fondness for this part of the woods, just outside Caras Galadhon, because it reminded her of her childhood. In fact she had spent many happy years in this part of the woods, up until her nine hundred and eighteenth birthday. Life for her had ended that day, but she did not wish to think of that. It was too painful.
They walked for an hour before Telmarion called a halt. They were near the Nimrodel. She could hear the soft constant bubbling of the river that supplied Lórien with sweet, pure water. They were much closer to the Anduin as well. If she strained her ears she could hear its gentle flow.
"You may leave now Anar," Telmarion told the elf. "I expect you will be wanting to go home to your family. And I expect that they will be waiting for you."
Anar looked uneasy. "But Lutheniel said that I was to stay and help the Lady Caria."
"We will manage. Go home and rest." Telmarion smiled gently. Caria saw right though that smile. He had not brought her all the way out here for a walk.
Anar shot one more uneasy at Caria. When she nodded reassuringly at him, he gently dropped her arm, making her lean more heavily on Telmarion, and ran lightly back towards Caras Galadhon.
Telmarion waited for another ten minutes, all the time listening intently, until he was sure that Anar was out of earshot. Caria basked in the calm before the storm, for she knew that there was a storm coming.
Finally Telmarion let go of her arm and faced her. She collapsed to her knees. He stood looking at her for a while without speaking. To Caria it seemed that he was boring holes into her, trying to look into her mind.
"Look at me Caria," he ordered.
Caria forced her eyes upward. She met his eyes. They glittered with unspoken anger.
"I am disappointed in you Caria," he began. "What were you thinking?" Caria's eyes dropped. "Forty against one. Why would you do such a foolish thing?"
"I wanted to prove to you that I could fight alone," she murmured softly.
"You did not," he replied shortly. "You were nearly dead when Mithore and his squad found you. Were it not for his coming you would be dead now. He said there was a band of orcs ready to rip you up when he came along. How you managed to get to the other band of orcs before Mithore is still a mystery to me, but I do not wish to know."
Caria remembered. It had been a very dishonorable thing to do. Telmarion had had been in charge of commanding the troops that day as the high commander has taken a sword to his head. She had been fetching him lunch as a favor. When she returned, she found the door ajar and heard two voices conversing rapidly. It was a scout reporting a band of orcs. Caria had not stayed to deliver the lunch. She had left the lunch at the door and had fled to get her weaponry.
"Caria you must understand that it is not shameful to ask for help," he continued. "And you need to know when you need help. Call for help if you think it is needed. It is better that we come to help though you might have managed, then we don't and that you perish. Remember, as a team we are more efficient and there is less death because we can help each other if it is needed. Do you understand?"
Caria nodded mutely. She knew that she should take this advice, but she did not wish to fight as a team. Alone, she could manage, and she could triumph.
Telmarion seemed to see right into her thoughts. "You will not take this advice easily. I know, for I know you. Your training will intensify, more to protect you than to help our people. By all elven standards you are an excellent fighter, but you do not wish to heed my advice. You must be better at protecting yourself."
Caria looked at him with him with hard eyes and nodded. Whether she felt that she had disobeyed him or not, even if it was only in thought, she had gotten what wanted. One day she would go back and find another forty orcs, and they would not touch her.
"Good. It starts now."
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A/N: Usually I would say something about a chapter but I'm too lazy to think of anything now so I'll just put these two final words:
Namaarie
REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
A/N: Okay so this update is a little sooner than expected so I don't expect anyone who read chapter one to read chapter 2 till the beginning of August when I said it would be posted. But I got my computer back earlier than I expected so I may as well update now. Unfortunately I have like three other camps to go this summer (volleyball, bball and miscellaneous) plus I go camping with my parents so that means updates won't be as frequent as I'd like.
And now I'm freaking out at my computer because not only does the stupid thing not know french, which screws me over for school cuz I'm in french immersion and now it doesn't know canadien english. Stupid computer, honour is spelt with a u as is neighbourhood, and colour. No it's not wrong you stupid thing. *starts hitting computer in violent rage, then realizes that it is inanimate, ergo cannot feel pain and starts hitting it harder*.
So anyways past that little rant, I just realized that I said Caras Galadhrim instead of Caras Galadhon in my last chapter. I'm surprised that I didn't get flames for that but I'm not going to change it now. Just know that it's supposed to be Caras Galadhon.
And thanx to my reviewers. I love you all. Money for everyone, even if it is fake because I'm broke. Thank you guys for those reviews and keep doing so. R&R!!!!!
Chapter 2
Rays of warm golden light shone down on Caria, causing her to awake. She fluttered her eyes open and looked at the whitewash ceiling. She lay back, enjoying the warmth of the afternoon sun, for it was indeed afternoon.
She tried to sit up, but immediately tossed away that idea as the room began to rock and spin. Her head throbbed painfully. She lay back down and turned her head toward the door. The room was completely white, decorated with swirling vines of light green trimming the bottom and top of the walls. There was only the simple wooden bed with a soft comfortable mattress that she lay upon, a chair and a wooden side table with a white lace skirt. A half-used candle sat on the table along with an empty glass. Caria recognized this room as one of the rooms in the hospital wing. She had spent many years here, training as a healer after she had been left alone.
A nurse came in and glided to her bedside. "Good to see you awake Lady Caria," she said smiling. She must have been relatively new, because Caria did not recognize her. Although she had completed her training as a healer one hundred and fifty years ago, it was not long by the reckoning of the elves. "You've been out for nearly three days," the healer continued. "At first we feared the worst but you have a strong will and pulled through."
Caria tried to prop herself up on her arms, but stopped as she put weight upon her left arm. She winced feeling the pain lance through her upper arm. She lay back down gritting her teeth, her arm still throbbing.
The nurse smiled pityingly. "Yes that may take a while to heal. The bone was chipped. We removed quite a few pieces. It was helpful that you were unconscious or it may have been quite painful. It still may be weeks before you can use that arm again. Here drink this." She handed Caria a bowl of beige colored liquid and helped her sit up. "It will help with the headache and the pain."
Caria sipped the broth. It tasted awful, but she forced herself to drink it all knowing that it would help.
"You should get some rest," the nurse told her. "Try to sleep."
Caria fell back onto her soft pillow. She watched the nurse fill the glass with water from a pitcher that she had brought. She left the pitcher on the table and picked up the bowl. She left, closing the door gently behind her. Caria fell into a dreamless sleep.
* * * * * * * * * * * *
Caria awoke to two voices conversing softly outside her door. Despite their low voice, her elf ears still picked up the sounds.
"I wish to see her," said one, definitely male voice. "Please let me in."
"She is resting now," said the other that sounded like her nurse. "She needs rest or she will not heal properly."
"I really must insist," said the male voice firmly.
"Fine. You mine see her if she is awake," the nurse gave in. The door opened and the same nurse that had tended to her before entered. Caria turned towards her, eyes open.
"I'm sorry to disturb you lady, but someone wishes to see you. Do wish to see him?" she asked.
"Who is he?"
"He calls himself Telmarion," replied the nurse.
Caria recognized the name. It was her training master. She did not particularly want to see him, but there would be hell to pay if she refused him entry. "Let him in please."
The nurse opened the door and Telmarion entered.
"Hello Caria. How are you?"
"No bad, considering my injuries," she replied some what icily. She and Telmarion were on somewhat forced terms of friendship. He was rather senile; she was quick to anger. But he was one of the best fighters, and a good training master.
He turned to the nurse. "Could I borrow her for a while. I should like to take her for a walk in the woods where we might have a little chat." Caria knew there was a catch. Telmarion would not have come here simply to ask her how she was feeling.
"You cannot talk here?" asked the nurse.
"No," he replied simply.
"I do wish that she leave this room. She must not exert herself to much or she will not heal properly."
Telmarion was about to protest, but Caria spoke up instead. "I would like to go out. It would do me good to see the woods and smell the fresh air." The room was beginning to get hot and stuffy. She dreaded the little chat that Telmarion had mentioned, but the scent of the sweet outside air was beckoning to her.
The nurse conceded once more. "Fine," she sighed. "You will need help walking. You cannot stand on that leg. I am surprised you managed to fight with it. The muscles are all torn." She went to fetch an elf and came back quickly with him and a square cloth. The square cloth she folded into a triangle and tied around Caria's left arm and neck, making a sling. "You should not attempt to use that arm. It needs to heal."
Finally, after helping Caria dress and making sure both elves held her strongly between them so that she could hop on her uninjured left foot, the nurse let them go. She led to the door of the hospital wing fussing all the way.
Caria, Telmarion and Anar, the other elf, made their way out of Caras Galadhon. The going was slow because Caria could only use one foot, but eventually they reached the gates of the Elven city. Telmarion led them toward the Anduin, in the opposite direction from whence the orc raid had come.
Caria enjoyed the serene walk. No one spoke. Everyone enjoyed the calmness of the forest. She held a certain fondness for this part of the woods, just outside Caras Galadhon, because it reminded her of her childhood. In fact she had spent many happy years in this part of the woods, up until her nine hundred and eighteenth birthday. Life for her had ended that day, but she did not wish to think of that. It was too painful.
They walked for an hour before Telmarion called a halt. They were near the Nimrodel. She could hear the soft constant bubbling of the river that supplied Lórien with sweet, pure water. They were much closer to the Anduin as well. If she strained her ears she could hear its gentle flow.
"You may leave now Anar," Telmarion told the elf. "I expect you will be wanting to go home to your family. And I expect that they will be waiting for you."
Anar looked uneasy. "But Lutheniel said that I was to stay and help the Lady Caria."
"We will manage. Go home and rest." Telmarion smiled gently. Caria saw right though that smile. He had not brought her all the way out here for a walk.
Anar shot one more uneasy at Caria. When she nodded reassuringly at him, he gently dropped her arm, making her lean more heavily on Telmarion, and ran lightly back towards Caras Galadhon.
Telmarion waited for another ten minutes, all the time listening intently, until he was sure that Anar was out of earshot. Caria basked in the calm before the storm, for she knew that there was a storm coming.
Finally Telmarion let go of her arm and faced her. She collapsed to her knees. He stood looking at her for a while without speaking. To Caria it seemed that he was boring holes into her, trying to look into her mind.
"Look at me Caria," he ordered.
Caria forced her eyes upward. She met his eyes. They glittered with unspoken anger.
"I am disappointed in you Caria," he began. "What were you thinking?" Caria's eyes dropped. "Forty against one. Why would you do such a foolish thing?"
"I wanted to prove to you that I could fight alone," she murmured softly.
"You did not," he replied shortly. "You were nearly dead when Mithore and his squad found you. Were it not for his coming you would be dead now. He said there was a band of orcs ready to rip you up when he came along. How you managed to get to the other band of orcs before Mithore is still a mystery to me, but I do not wish to know."
Caria remembered. It had been a very dishonorable thing to do. Telmarion had had been in charge of commanding the troops that day as the high commander has taken a sword to his head. She had been fetching him lunch as a favor. When she returned, she found the door ajar and heard two voices conversing rapidly. It was a scout reporting a band of orcs. Caria had not stayed to deliver the lunch. She had left the lunch at the door and had fled to get her weaponry.
"Caria you must understand that it is not shameful to ask for help," he continued. "And you need to know when you need help. Call for help if you think it is needed. It is better that we come to help though you might have managed, then we don't and that you perish. Remember, as a team we are more efficient and there is less death because we can help each other if it is needed. Do you understand?"
Caria nodded mutely. She knew that she should take this advice, but she did not wish to fight as a team. Alone, she could manage, and she could triumph.
Telmarion seemed to see right into her thoughts. "You will not take this advice easily. I know, for I know you. Your training will intensify, more to protect you than to help our people. By all elven standards you are an excellent fighter, but you do not wish to heed my advice. You must be better at protecting yourself."
Caria looked at him with him with hard eyes and nodded. Whether she felt that she had disobeyed him or not, even if it was only in thought, she had gotten what wanted. One day she would go back and find another forty orcs, and they would not touch her.
"Good. It starts now."
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A/N: Usually I would say something about a chapter but I'm too lazy to think of anything now so I'll just put these two final words:
Namaarie
REVIEW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
