Anarrima slowly opened her eyes, but her eyelids still felt very heavy. She looked around curiously at her surroundings. Everything was different and decorated with emblems of horses and the splendor of the King's of Men of ancient times. The candles that were lit in the room flickered as the sound of humming could be heard. On the far side of the room she saw a maiden filling a small goblet with water and preparing a warm cloth.

"Where am I?" Anarrima asked, trying to climb out of the bed slowly. Her first thought had been who had found her and how she got here. The last thing she remembered was the light from Fangorn and the two horses that she had seen.

The maiden turned and walked toward Ana's bed. "Vedui' Anarrima aredhon [noble elf]. You are in Edoras, in the care of King Theoden. By the graces of Gandalf the White, Aragorn Elessar, Gimli son of Gloin and Prince Legolas I have been here to care you back to health."

Legolas! Legolas had found her! "Where did they go?" Ana struggled to pull her feet to the floor. The maiden in concern tried to persuade Anarrima to stay in bed.

"My lady, you must rest!"

"I have rested long enough," she said, her stubborness getting the best of her judgment. But as she attempted to stand on her own, her knees buckled and she fell to the floor. The maiden scrambled to help Ana to her feet. She cursed in elvish and tried again to stand up.

"You are too weak. You were terribly malnourished when they brought you here. Prince Legolas has been here with you nearly all night worried about your condition. Please, lay back down!"

"No!" Ana replied forcefully as she came to her feet again, with the help of the young woman. Then she gave the maiden a pleading look, her silver eyes glowed in the candlelight of the small chamber. "I need to see them. I need to know they are alright. Please help me."

Against her own good judgment she gave in to the Ranger's request and began to lead her out of the healing chamber. She could see in her eyes how much Anarrima really cared for the Prince that had brought her here. Legolas wouldn't leave her side for anything until the maiden told him that Ana would be fine.

Ana's arm was slung over the maiden's shoulders as the left the healing chamber and headed to the King's Hall.

The great doors of Medusel were before them, closed. The King was in council with the 4 companions about the upcoming onslaught of Saruman.

"Well, my lady," the maid said looking at Anarrima, "Mithrandir requested that you not leave your chamber for any reason under my care. Surely he will turn me into something horrid for this," she smiled.

"I will personally see to it that he doesn't," Anarrima smiled back. "Thank you for helping me." The maiden turned the knob and pushed one of the large doors open. Pillars reached to the sky in the great hall on each side. King Theoden sat on his throne in front of a large banner with a golden horse galloping through a large white plain. Gandalf was there beside him, giving council of what Rohan should do next. Gimli sat at a table near Aragorn and Eowyn was caring for two young children who had fled from the army of orcs that attacked their home.

"Anarrima!" Legolas, who had been leaning upon one of the pillars anxiously, ran to the Ranger and took her in his arms and kissed her repeatedly, nearly in tears. He had been so worried about her the whole time. She was found tattered and unconscious, barely hanging on to life. "You should be resting Ana. Mankoi naa lle sinome? [Why are you here?]" He pulled back and searched her eyes. The light had returned and they shined brightly once again.

"Legolas... I.... I couldn't stay in Lothlorien. I heard the fighting near the Anduin that day. You were outnumbered, and I had to follow. The hobbits? Where are the hobbits?" Her thoughts were still with the young Halflings.

"They are safe, you should hold no worries about them... but for yourself. You need to go back to bed." He said and started toward the doors but Anarrima stopped him.

"I wanted to tell you this before you left Lothlorien, it's just I never did," she looked in his ice blue eyes, rimmed with crystal tears, "Amin mela lle, Legolas."

He simply melted at her words and held her even closer. In his heart he had longed to hear those words from her mouth for so long The necklace around her neck glowed brightly throught the room and she felt warm once again. Gandalf turned to Theoden upon his throne after watching the two. "This is but a taste of the treachery of Saruman. You must protect your women and children, you must lead them away from here."

The maiden left quietly and Legolas and Anarrima stood near the pillar where he was originally standing. Theoden stood and paced before them. "I will not risk open war."

"Open war is upon you," Aragorn said, "whether you would risk it or not. You must do something."

"Last I looked," Theoden began, staring at Aragorn, "Thoeden, not Aragorn was king of Rohan."

"Then what will you do?" Gandalf inquired, already guessing at what the king would decide. Anarrima was listening intently as her strength began to return slowly.

"We will go to Helm's Deep."