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Aragorn woke up from his rest. He looked around him; he was not back home in Rivendell, but instead in some sort of hut or cabin. He looks around some more and notices the only light is coming from a fire in the fireplace across the room. He also sees a woman, middle-aged, yet still beautiful, with her back to him. Her hair is a dark brown and pulled into a tight bun. She turns around and sees that he has awoken.

"So you are finally awake I see."

He was still groggy from just having woken up and can only manage a groan in reply. He happens to look down at himself and sees that he has a splint on his right leg and is now completely naked, save a strategically placed sheet. He hurriedly pulls the covers up to his chin.

The woman laughs at this. "I had to undress you in order to put the splint on and to see if you had any other injures."  She walks over to the bed Aragorn was laying in. "You are lucky that Kaywin was out in that area."

"That I am. I do not mean to be rude, but what happened and where am I?"

"My name is Helena and you are in the home of Kaywin. He is the one who had found you and brought you here, I have been taking care of you since. That is all I can tell you, I am afraid. We are a peaceful people and do not like many visitors" 

"My name is Aragorn, son of Arathorn."  "Well, Aragorn, son of Arathorn, you are in good hands here."

Helena walks over to the dresser by the bedroom door and takes out a pair of clean clothes. She puts them on the bed. "You should get dressed, dinner will be ready in a couple of minutes. The kitchen is to your left, all the way down the hall and I made you some crutches so you can walk ", she tells Aragorn and leaves the room.

Once Aragorn got the clothes on he grabs the crutches and heads down the hall, towards the kitchen. The aroma of food cooking fills the hallway as he walks down it. When he reaches the kitchen he sees a wooden table close to some sort of fireplace, which is where Aragorn assumes is where the food is cooked.

At the table sits a young boy. He looks about fourteen or fifteen, chin-length; curly black hair always seems to fall into his face. He has a hardened look to him and Aragorn has an uneasy feeling about him.

Aragorn sits down on a chair across from the boy. "What is your name, young man?" The boy does not reply at first, just picks at the wooden splinters on the table. After a while he looks up at Aragorn and mumbles, "Adrowin." "Well, Adrowin, I am Aragorn, son of Arathorn." Adrowin does not say anything else and continues to pick at the table. Aragorn clears his throat and speaks again, "your mother seems to be very nice." The young boy scoffs at him and replies, "she is not my mother." "What do you mean", Aragorn inquires. "My mother's dead", Adrowin states matter-of-factly, "Helena just helps around the house."

Just then the front door opens up and a man walks in. He puts the bow he was carrying against the wall by the door and takes off his hood. He is around the age of thirty-five Aragorn reasoned, but his weathered features made him look much older.

Aragorn gets up and shakes the man's hand. "My name is Aragorn, son of Arathorn, and I thank you for taking me into your home and taking care of my." A smile cracks the other man's face, "I am Kaywin and no thanks is needed I am happy to help."

Kaywin scruffs up Adrowin's hair as he walks by and sits in the chair next to his son.

Helena walks up to the table with two plates. She puts one in front of Aragorn and the other in front of Adrowin. She comes back a moment later with two more plates. She sets one in front of Kaywin and sets the other in front of the empty chair next to Aragorn, and sits down on the chair.

The meal was very good and after Aragorn was finished he was stuffed. "That a good meal, Helena", he tells her as she gathers up the plates to be washed. "Thank you, Aragorn, it is one of Kaywin's favorites." He looks at the three people around him, "I could get used to this", Aragorn thinks to himself. He had to admit he was growing fond of his new "family". So much so that he almost forgot about Legolas. Almost.   

TBC…

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