Chapter Four: The Lost Ranger
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He crawled out from behind a tree that was very near to the bridge that was in front of the Halls of Thranduil. He looked at his stomach which was still gushing blood even though he had wrapped it. He reached the bridge and collapsed. Naught but a whisper could be heard.
"Help me." The guards of the door looked at him, then looked at each other and one decided to check out the situation, arming his bow, and cautiously walking towards the young man. The man was breathing heavily as the elf approached. He looked down at the man and a soft pity came over his heart. He reached down to the man and helped him up, letting the man lean slightly over on to him. He saw the wound on his stomach and shook his head. They reached the doors and the other elf opened them.
"Calimehtar, im innas na-dan. (Calimehtar, I will be back.)" the elf holding the man said to the other guard as he went through the doors. He shouted down the halls "Im boe tulu! (I need help!)" Naught more than three seconds later a woman came to his aid.
"Manea i presto? (What's the trouble?)"
"Ea harn, E boe tulu. (He's wounded, he needs help.)" He said, and moments later after sighing and hurrying away a healer came back tailing the lady. The healers aided the guard who was supporting the man's weight, and began moving him down the hall into a room. The man was now wheezing, blood falling to the blood making a dark red trail down the hall.
"Tog-I dúnadan si. (Bring the man here.)" One of the healers, Belethial, said widely opening the huge oak door. The guard helped the injured man through the door and onto a bed where the healers went to work. The guard left the room, slightly worried about the young man that happened upon their dwelling. He went back to the Front Hall to find the doors open still, he hurried outside and closed the door joining his fellow guard once again at their station.
"Calimehtar, who do you think that was?" The guard asked, leaning back against the threshold.
"A young ranger by chance, he looked young, uneducated about the dangers out in the wild." Calimehtar replied to Menaliath.
"Either that or he got attacked by something… but he has definitely been wandering more than a month, he is a thin as a stick." Menaliath reasoned.
"Yes, there is definitely more than meets the eye about him, there is something about him… it's mysteriously frightening." Calimehtar said absent-mindedly.
"Let's just hope the young man pulls through." Menaliath breathed.
"Yes… Let's hope."
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Inside the healers finished dressing the wound, and found what seemed to be spider venom. From the spiders that so long lurked in the darkness of the woods of Mirkwood. The man, who had lost conciousness before he was lain down was now sleeping silently in the bedroom the healers and the guard had taken him into. The healers left the room and went to the king, to tell him about their guest, to find the king absent from the Hall. They stood bewildered in the center of the threshold, then realized he was out on the line with the host of elves that he was commanding with his son.
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