Waking up alone
A sharp incapacitating pain in her stomach, greeted her as she regained consciousness. She was disorientated and suddenly felt panicky. Was she still in Isengard? Were her family dead? Was all that she had done, in vain?... Was Legolas dead?
Her stomach cramped suddenly and she cried out in pain. A warm hand touched her face and when she opened her eyes she saw a youngish man looking down at her with concern. His hair was long and dark and there was stubble covering his face. But his eyes were kind and full of knowledge.
"Who are you?" she asked, finding that her voice could only reach just above a whisper.
"I am Aragorn, a friend of Legolas'."
"I'm in Gondor?" she frowned, wondering why she was there.
Aragorn shook his head, pleased that she had heard of him. "No, this is Lorien. The Lady Galadriel asked that I come up so I could tend to your injuries. The healers here are not advanced enough for wounds such as yours."
"I must have been here a while then, if you travelled all that way."
Aragorn smiled and lifted the bottom of her nightshirt to tend to her wound. "You have been unconscious nearly four weeks."
Elimay gasped then it turned into one of pain as Aragorn touched her wound. "You are healing well, even though the pain you feel might tell you otherwise," he smiled, dressing the wound. His fingers were gentle, like an elf's and Elimay remembered Legolas telling her that Aragorn had been raised by elves. Where was Legolas anyway? And her family for that matter? She asked the man and he looked down at her with sympathy.
"Your family is well and Galadriel made Legolas take them to Mirkwood where they could get a message to Rhun to say they were alright. Legolas insisted that he stayed with you but the lady ordered him to go."
Elimay frowned and sighed. She had so much wanted to wake up to find Legolas smiling down at her, and her family fussing over her and telling her how stupid she had been. But then at least they were safe.
"I will ride with you to Mirkwood when you are well enough," he told her. "Right now, you should feel lucky that you're alive."
"What happened?" she asked, hoping Legolas had told him the whole story.
"Well, Legolas explained that when you killed Saruman and the barrier was broken, the whole of the Lorien army suddenly appeared."
Elimay gasped and her eyes widened in delight. So that was where Gandalf had disappeared to that night by Lorien.
"He ran into the castle to find that you were near death. He carried you out of Isengard while another elf saw to your mother and sister, and they took you all to Lorien. They left just a week or so ago for Mirkwood."
Elimay sighed, realising that she wouldn't see her family or Legolas for another few weeks at least.
"Do not fret, Elimay," he told her, placing a hand on her arm. "Rest and the time will fly by. The sooner you get better, the sooner you will be able to see your family."
So he didn't know about Legolas and herself? Or maybe he did but was just hiding it, unsure what to make of it. She suddenly felt very tired and the prospect of sleep seemed a good idea. She closed her eyes and soon after, fell into a dreamless sleep.
Elimay rested for another three days, until Aragorn could no longer keep her in her bed. She found it very hard to walk or do anything at all for that matter but her determination to get better quickly made her stubborn. She was further rejoiced to find that Gimli was still in Lorien along with Haldir and between elf and dwarf, the two managed to keep Elimay occupied.
But soon, Aragorn could not even prevent Elimay from dragging her injured self up onto a horse and attempting to gallop all the way back to Mirkwood. He managed to stop her but had to promise that they would leave in the next few days. Only Gimli was unsurprised by her sheer stubbornness and rush to get to Mirkwood.
A sharp incapacitating pain in her stomach, greeted her as she regained consciousness. She was disorientated and suddenly felt panicky. Was she still in Isengard? Were her family dead? Was all that she had done, in vain?... Was Legolas dead?
Her stomach cramped suddenly and she cried out in pain. A warm hand touched her face and when she opened her eyes she saw a youngish man looking down at her with concern. His hair was long and dark and there was stubble covering his face. But his eyes were kind and full of knowledge.
"Who are you?" she asked, finding that her voice could only reach just above a whisper.
"I am Aragorn, a friend of Legolas'."
"I'm in Gondor?" she frowned, wondering why she was there.
Aragorn shook his head, pleased that she had heard of him. "No, this is Lorien. The Lady Galadriel asked that I come up so I could tend to your injuries. The healers here are not advanced enough for wounds such as yours."
"I must have been here a while then, if you travelled all that way."
Aragorn smiled and lifted the bottom of her nightshirt to tend to her wound. "You have been unconscious nearly four weeks."
Elimay gasped then it turned into one of pain as Aragorn touched her wound. "You are healing well, even though the pain you feel might tell you otherwise," he smiled, dressing the wound. His fingers were gentle, like an elf's and Elimay remembered Legolas telling her that Aragorn had been raised by elves. Where was Legolas anyway? And her family for that matter? She asked the man and he looked down at her with sympathy.
"Your family is well and Galadriel made Legolas take them to Mirkwood where they could get a message to Rhun to say they were alright. Legolas insisted that he stayed with you but the lady ordered him to go."
Elimay frowned and sighed. She had so much wanted to wake up to find Legolas smiling down at her, and her family fussing over her and telling her how stupid she had been. But then at least they were safe.
"I will ride with you to Mirkwood when you are well enough," he told her. "Right now, you should feel lucky that you're alive."
"What happened?" she asked, hoping Legolas had told him the whole story.
"Well, Legolas explained that when you killed Saruman and the barrier was broken, the whole of the Lorien army suddenly appeared."
Elimay gasped and her eyes widened in delight. So that was where Gandalf had disappeared to that night by Lorien.
"He ran into the castle to find that you were near death. He carried you out of Isengard while another elf saw to your mother and sister, and they took you all to Lorien. They left just a week or so ago for Mirkwood."
Elimay sighed, realising that she wouldn't see her family or Legolas for another few weeks at least.
"Do not fret, Elimay," he told her, placing a hand on her arm. "Rest and the time will fly by. The sooner you get better, the sooner you will be able to see your family."
So he didn't know about Legolas and herself? Or maybe he did but was just hiding it, unsure what to make of it. She suddenly felt very tired and the prospect of sleep seemed a good idea. She closed her eyes and soon after, fell into a dreamless sleep.
Elimay rested for another three days, until Aragorn could no longer keep her in her bed. She found it very hard to walk or do anything at all for that matter but her determination to get better quickly made her stubborn. She was further rejoiced to find that Gimli was still in Lorien along with Haldir and between elf and dwarf, the two managed to keep Elimay occupied.
But soon, Aragorn could not even prevent Elimay from dragging her injured self up onto a horse and attempting to gallop all the way back to Mirkwood. He managed to stop her but had to promise that they would leave in the next few days. Only Gimli was unsurprised by her sheer stubbornness and rush to get to Mirkwood.