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Chapter 2 ~Unsilenced ~

Legolas picked up a wooden chair and quietly placed it beside the bed. He looked at the sleeping girl lying on the bed. It seemed like eternity, just staring at her 'I can feel her presence, it feels different, something is being held back under all the melancholy' Legolas snapped out of his trance, he leaned back and looked around the room. The scenery seemed perfect, the moon was perfectly placed so the light would shine through the window and light the room, the moonlight slightly touched her face.

Legolas brought his body closer and brushed away her hair 'Definitely not an elf...' Bringing back his hand to his side he noticed some material on her left arm, it was striped black and white. 'Hmm, what's this?' The material was still wet, so he decided to take it off. Cautiously he reached over her body and pulled the material off, immediately his eyes widened.

He shifted her arm to the moon light to have a better look. There were dark, jagged lines across her arms. Tilting his head, his finger tips met her wrist, he felt a scar from not too long ago. The wound was still not fully healed, gliding his hands upwards he examined the more recent wounds. 'So many scabs...but the wounds are odd, I have fought many wars and seen many wounds but never this kind...who did this to you?' Looking puzzled he took his finger and outlined each red scab, he froze as he realized these cuts were not defensive...the attacker was herself. Slowly he placed her arm back down onto the soft bed.

"Why would you want to do this to your self?" He whispered, almost in a disgusted.

Again he looked at her face "I have not even begun to understand you" He said sounding defeated.

'I wonder if she's afraid of me?' Remembering the look on her face when he pulled her out of the water, a look of fear. ' Why?...Ugh, I need some sleep or else I'll die worrying.' Picking up the chair again he placed it across the room and sat back down. A breeze came into the room making a little canorous whistling sound, but soon faded, then all you could hear was the breathing of the sleeping girl, silence was her lullaby.

~Few hours later~

'Ah, comfy bed, silky sheets....brilliant..wait...I don't own silk sheets' She quickly snapped opened her eyes. 'Okay...silk sheets, not my house....um....clothes still on, phew.' She looked up at the ceiling, but she felt someone else in the room, quietly sitting up, her eyes fell upon a sleeping elf across from her.

'Hey...that's the guy that pulled me out of the water' Tightening her grip on the sheets, she pulled it closer, a feeling of uneasiness swept over her. Something shiny caught her eye, so she turned her head and froze, then let out a deathly shriek.

Legolas quickly was withdrawn from his sleep, he saw the girl pick up a candle holder and throw it at a mirror. He heard it shatter and fall to the stone floor. She crawled to the side of the bed and looked down at the shattered pieces of glass and shrieked again. Legolas got up and ran over to the girl, but when she noticed this, she got out of bed and ran out the door, not even noticing the glass that was had impaled her foot. A trail of bloody footprints followed the girl, but was smudged as Legolas ran after the her.

Meanwhile downstairs, breakfast was about to be served and the dining room was filled with talking and joyous laughter, but the atmosphere broke when they heard a shriek. They saw a frantic girl running across the dinning room, followed by a blonde elf.

CRASH! The girl had crashed into a woman who was carrying plates. Falling to the ground, her head whipped back against the cold floor. Scrambling to get up, she cut her hands on the broken plates, a sharp pain started to crawl up her leg as she realized her foot was bleeding.

"Please my lady, my intentions are not to hurt you only to aid you, you are injured." Legolas said, gently grabbing the girls arm, but she quickly pulled her arm out of his grasp. Aragorn rushed over to Legolas and took a step closer to the girl but she began to crawl away from them and towards a corner with an expression of pain across her face. Once she had reached the corner, she looked back and saw all eyes were on her, turning her head she tried to avoid eye contact.

"Please, we mean you no harm" said a women's voice

"My name is Arwen." She kneeled down in front of the girl, and put her hands on the girl's shoulders.

**Flashback**

"Keep your mouth shut, or else your dead" She felt her self being thrown into a wall. A clock on the wall fell as her body contacted the wall hard. Her knees were wet, painted with blood.

**Flashback**

The girl shuddered and pushed Arwen's hand off her shoulder. Arwen felt taken back by her actions but said nothing of the incident.

"May I know your name?" Arwen said in earnest, and waited for an answer. The girl moved her head up slightly, a part of her face was covered by her long hair, her blood was glistening as the sun peeked into the side of the window. The blood on her skin somehow glamorized her broken appearance.

'I can do words...find words, easy words....start name..search name' The girl desperately tried to think of something to say.

"Did something frighten you in that room?" The girl nodded slightly at Arwen.

Legolas was standing silently, had he done this? She seemed to be scared of him, he had done nothing to hurt her.

"I think the child might be mute" A short, red bearded man said. Others around him nodded. She did not like being called a child.

"My..my name is. Char..." she closed her eyes, it seemed difficult for her to speak.

"My name is Charity Willows...I...I don't like mirrors...that's why I broke it...sorry"Her voice wavered as she said this, her voice sounded young and unused, but there was a lie in her sentence.

Charity crossed her arms and looked away again, she felt light headed from the blood loss but said nothing. She heard whispering from the crowd. Then the crowd parted, and a tall man in white came forward. A female figure was also entering the room, her long dress gliding on the floor absorbing the splattered blood.

"Gandalf, Lady Galadriel I see you have finally arrived." Arwen stood up, still facing and looking at the girl.

Charity did not falter at the new arrivals, instead she rubbed her arms trying to get some warmth, and at the same time smudging the blood even more. She quickly glanced at the people around the room, their eyes were full of pity, it was definitely not the first time she had gotten that look.

"This is all my fault." Gandalf muttered under his breath.

"I'm afraid we're too late, she has fallen." Galadriel looked at Gandalf



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