Chapter 2- What Happened to the "Girl"
She felt pain, tired and hungry. The odd girl woke up and found herself, lying on a warm comfy bed that she never slept on before. She couldn't move her left elbow much and found out that her it was bandaged very tight. She moved move it, to see how much it hurt but didn't feel any pain at all. How strange? How did I get here? Am I still safe? She still didn't trust the place. Maybe it's a trap and they're just ready to kill me again. I must escape!
She ran to the door to open it and was surprise to see a short stout man. She gasped and pushed it closed. The door opened again and it wasn't the short man but a strange tall one would long blonde hair. That even scared her more so she kicked him in the shin and tried to escape from the door but he kicked it close. He backed her to a corner and he eventually calm down. The girl was scared by his shadow that shown on the wall and the bow and quiver of arrows he carried behind his back. "Please, please don't kill me!!!" she pleaded with tears already in her frightened blue and green eyes.
The door opens again and their eyes faced the short man limping. "I told you she's wild!" he said holding his foot. Then they both stare at her. "Dear child, I apologized for being rude. I am Legolas prince of the fair elves and this is my dwarf friend Gimli son of Gloin. You have nothing to fear of, since where not orcs." "Your not ORCS? She said. I'm sorry for hurting you both but where am I and what happened?" "I will share first." Legolas explained. "We were hunting for deer when Gimli came upon a white horse kneeling and right beside it, was you, badly injured with a dagger on your left elbow." "We quickly brought you to Minis Tirith in the House of Healing." You were lucky somehow that the wound wasn't that deep. Gimli figured that the dagger belonged to a giant orc. It was the size of a man's blade." The girl finally understood and remembered what happened. "I was being chased by Argus the giant orc you were talking about and he tried to kill me!" "How tall was this creature?" Gimli asked with aw. "I'm not sure but he was really tall and scary. "Orc-goblins!" The two men cried. "Yes that's right. I lived in Mordor for 10 years and was their slave." "How horrible!" Legoals exclaimed! "But how did you escape?" Gimli asked. It's a long tale." Would you mind telling us about it?" They both ask.
The tale took hours of telling, that she was kidnapped on the day she was born, how she lived a terrible life, how she was rescued by the strange man, and how they escaped. "Who was this brave soul?" Leggolas asked. "I, I don't know? I never saw anyone like him in my life. He was shot by an arrow when I fled!" After that they ate dinner. The girl enjoyed hers the most cause she never tasted better than raw cold fish.
They talked more about things later on. "By the way child, may I know who you are?" Legolas asked. "The girl sighed and explained that she didn't have a name and she was only called girl. "Then I shall name you." Legolas said. He thought and thought until it floated in his mind. "I shall call you Athela. "You mean the healing plants. Gimli asked. "What a lovely name." Athela screamed with exitement. "I never had a name!" "And Athela it is." They agreed.
"So where are we again?" "You are in the House of Healing in Minas Tirith." "Where's that?" "You are in the Land of Gondor ruled by the great and noble king. But he disappeared ten years ago, there was no word from him since his disappearance. Some said he died, some say he still lives but who knows of his fate." "He must have been a great king was he? And what was his name?" "He was my friend who I trusted till the end. "His name was Aragorn son of Arathorn. But in the south he is called Elessar." "I have never seen him since the fellowship parted after the War of the Ring." "Fellowship? War of the Ring" "Why you never heard of that wonderful tale before?" "No, sir please tell me about it. I would love to hear it. PLEASE! Were you and Gimli part of it?" Why yes Gimli and I were part of the. Gimli!" Both of them realized that he was already snoring and fast asleep on his chair. They giggled and tried not bring about their laughter since they didn't want to wake him up.
Legolas studied Athela. "She's an odd child." He said in his mind looking through her magnificent eyes of wonder. There was something that caught his sight. Hanging on her neck was something shiny. Legolas gasped and fell of his chair! "Oh my are you alright? What happened?" Legolas was breathing hard then he exchanged looks. "I'm fine Athela. My chair is just a little crooked." Athela could see that he was lying and decided to change the subject for a while.
"But who is ruling Gondor right now?" "Maramir son of Faramir, the Steward of Gondor takes place. "He's is not what you think he is." He is a Steward with temper and greed. He is just like his grandfather Denethor who's been' wanting to get his hands on the crown of Gondor." "How evil!" Athela exclaimed. "He is not evil Athela, he is among us." "But why would he do such a thing?" "To much questions for a child like you. You better get some rest." He layed her on the bed and whispered to her ear. "I promise to tell you about the War of the Ring later on. Good night Athela, may your elbow heal." He woke up his friend and they left.
She felt pain, tired and hungry. The odd girl woke up and found herself, lying on a warm comfy bed that she never slept on before. She couldn't move her left elbow much and found out that her it was bandaged very tight. She moved move it, to see how much it hurt but didn't feel any pain at all. How strange? How did I get here? Am I still safe? She still didn't trust the place. Maybe it's a trap and they're just ready to kill me again. I must escape!
She ran to the door to open it and was surprise to see a short stout man. She gasped and pushed it closed. The door opened again and it wasn't the short man but a strange tall one would long blonde hair. That even scared her more so she kicked him in the shin and tried to escape from the door but he kicked it close. He backed her to a corner and he eventually calm down. The girl was scared by his shadow that shown on the wall and the bow and quiver of arrows he carried behind his back. "Please, please don't kill me!!!" she pleaded with tears already in her frightened blue and green eyes.
The door opens again and their eyes faced the short man limping. "I told you she's wild!" he said holding his foot. Then they both stare at her. "Dear child, I apologized for being rude. I am Legolas prince of the fair elves and this is my dwarf friend Gimli son of Gloin. You have nothing to fear of, since where not orcs." "Your not ORCS? She said. I'm sorry for hurting you both but where am I and what happened?" "I will share first." Legolas explained. "We were hunting for deer when Gimli came upon a white horse kneeling and right beside it, was you, badly injured with a dagger on your left elbow." "We quickly brought you to Minis Tirith in the House of Healing." You were lucky somehow that the wound wasn't that deep. Gimli figured that the dagger belonged to a giant orc. It was the size of a man's blade." The girl finally understood and remembered what happened. "I was being chased by Argus the giant orc you were talking about and he tried to kill me!" "How tall was this creature?" Gimli asked with aw. "I'm not sure but he was really tall and scary. "Orc-goblins!" The two men cried. "Yes that's right. I lived in Mordor for 10 years and was their slave." "How horrible!" Legoals exclaimed! "But how did you escape?" Gimli asked. It's a long tale." Would you mind telling us about it?" They both ask.
The tale took hours of telling, that she was kidnapped on the day she was born, how she lived a terrible life, how she was rescued by the strange man, and how they escaped. "Who was this brave soul?" Leggolas asked. "I, I don't know? I never saw anyone like him in my life. He was shot by an arrow when I fled!" After that they ate dinner. The girl enjoyed hers the most cause she never tasted better than raw cold fish.
They talked more about things later on. "By the way child, may I know who you are?" Legolas asked. "The girl sighed and explained that she didn't have a name and she was only called girl. "Then I shall name you." Legolas said. He thought and thought until it floated in his mind. "I shall call you Athela. "You mean the healing plants. Gimli asked. "What a lovely name." Athela screamed with exitement. "I never had a name!" "And Athela it is." They agreed.
"So where are we again?" "You are in the House of Healing in Minas Tirith." "Where's that?" "You are in the Land of Gondor ruled by the great and noble king. But he disappeared ten years ago, there was no word from him since his disappearance. Some said he died, some say he still lives but who knows of his fate." "He must have been a great king was he? And what was his name?" "He was my friend who I trusted till the end. "His name was Aragorn son of Arathorn. But in the south he is called Elessar." "I have never seen him since the fellowship parted after the War of the Ring." "Fellowship? War of the Ring" "Why you never heard of that wonderful tale before?" "No, sir please tell me about it. I would love to hear it. PLEASE! Were you and Gimli part of it?" Why yes Gimli and I were part of the. Gimli!" Both of them realized that he was already snoring and fast asleep on his chair. They giggled and tried not bring about their laughter since they didn't want to wake him up.
Legolas studied Athela. "She's an odd child." He said in his mind looking through her magnificent eyes of wonder. There was something that caught his sight. Hanging on her neck was something shiny. Legolas gasped and fell of his chair! "Oh my are you alright? What happened?" Legolas was breathing hard then he exchanged looks. "I'm fine Athela. My chair is just a little crooked." Athela could see that he was lying and decided to change the subject for a while.
"But who is ruling Gondor right now?" "Maramir son of Faramir, the Steward of Gondor takes place. "He's is not what you think he is." He is a Steward with temper and greed. He is just like his grandfather Denethor who's been' wanting to get his hands on the crown of Gondor." "How evil!" Athela exclaimed. "He is not evil Athela, he is among us." "But why would he do such a thing?" "To much questions for a child like you. You better get some rest." He layed her on the bed and whispered to her ear. "I promise to tell you about the War of the Ring later on. Good night Athela, may your elbow heal." He woke up his friend and they left.