Author's Note: Alright, here's chapter 1. It might be a little slow on the upstart but I promise I'll try to make it really good next chapter.

Author's Note 2: If I mess up on something, like with inaccuracies and such, just leave it in your review. I promise to read them all and make appropriate changes. Thanks! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: All characters; besides the ones that are mine (i.e. Lillian, Dorion, etc.), belong to Tolkien. Any names, or such, included. Alright, here goes...

Summary: A young healer with no past is run out of Gondor by a group of soldiers, leaving her younger brother behind. On her way through the wilderness she runs into the Fellowship. Her adventure begins with a run in with an elf.

Pairings: Legolas/Lillian, Aragorn/Arwen, and Dorion/Tinathowen

* Means that it is translated from either Elvish, or Rohirrim language.

Chapter 1: A Man Down

For a moment no one said anything. A few men stood in shock, while others were merely in awe. It was clear that no one had heard anyone enter the room, and the girl's mere presence sent an uneasy chill through the air.

After the first few moments of shock wore off, a new emotion began to settle in. Anger. The fact that she had attacked one of their men after they had come looking for help set nerves on edge, not to mention the fact that she was a girl. And a young, pretty one at that.

Many of the men had even begun reaching for their own knives or swords. The tension was mounting higher by the moment.

The young woman however, merely stood stock still in her place occasionally glancing around, uninterested yet alert. The muscles in her shoulder were poised and ready to strike if the occasion called for it.

Sensing the impending disaster, Lalaith stood up from her spot on the floor. The girl, noticing the movement focused her eyes in that direction. Lalaith shook her head gently and looked down at the cot. The girl followed her eyes and placed her knife in the pocket of her tearing skirt. This action appeased the soldiers as they soon followed suit.

"I apologize for my ill temper gentlemen. It is just, I'm not used to a horde of men standing in my house threatening my friends." Her eyes made a quick movement towards the man's bleeding hand before they darted back to the cot.

"No my lady, you must accept our apologies. We do not typically show our hosts such disrespect. We are tired and hurt, though that is no excuse for our behavior."

The young woman's eyes softened and she took a step forward. "It is plenty of an excuse. Now, tell me, why have you come here?"

The soldier's eyes filled with pain for a moment before they cleared, and he turned his attention to the cot. "Our friend was badly injured. He fell off of his horse after sustaining a knife wound. We think he may have broken something. We brought him here in hopes that someone could heal him." He turned back to look at the girl, and a strange sense of sadness filled his eyes. It was as if he didn't think his friend could be saved.

For a moment the girl just stood there in concentration. After a few moments an angry growl-like sound filled the room. "We do not need this witch! We will find help elsewhere, Arvagor*."

With that said, the soldier moved toward the cot, and reached his uninjured hand out to try and pick up his friend. But the determined voice of his comrade stopped him in his tracks. "No Anghir*, leave him."

For a moment Anghir's face tinged with red, before it disappeared and all that was left was a sour look. He took his hand off of his friend and grasped back onto his own, trying to still the blood that still flowed from his own hand.

The young girl nodded her approval to Arvagor before making her way to the cot.

Lalaith was once again kneeling on the floor, taking bits of cloth and changing them periodically from the place on the soldier's forehead. A sheen of sweat had started to form and his body had begun to shake slightly.

Lalaith stilled her hand before motioning quietly to the girl to bend over, before whispering into her ear, "I think he's going into shock." The girl nodded slowly. She bent down carefully and took the piece of cloth from Lalaith's outstretched hand. She placed it carefully onto his neck, making sure not to put pressure down on any open wounds.

Leaning over she whispered something into Lalaith's ear. For a second Lalaith hesitated before nodding slowly. She stood up and faced the worried soldiers. "I'm sorry, but I'm going to have to ask you all to leave now." Almost instantly an outraged murmur broke out among the group. Hostilities began to rise again. As if sensing the anger, the girl on the floor immediately struck back with some of her own.

"If you do not want your friend to die, then I suggest you all get out!" This caused more murmurings and an angry Lalaith to hiss, "Lillian!" Lalaith turned around again and motioned with her hands for quiet. "I'm sorry about her, but she speaks the truth. We need room to work, so if you'll please just wait outside..." she trailed off once she saw that the men were moving towards the door. Murmurings could still be heard, and angry glances were being directed at Lillian, but everyone complied peaceably.

Once they were gone, Lalaith settled herself back onto the floor. Lillian looked at her with a small smile and a mischievous look in her eye. "We need room to work?" Lalaith sighed openly before hitting her in the arm playfully. "Well, I do get the bottles for you, you know?" Lillian laughed softly, and Lalaith smiled. It always sounded like a beautiful instrument was being played whenever Lillian laughed.

She stood up once again and stretched her arms. "So, what do you need?" A small frown pressed its way over Lillian's brow as she carefully tore off the soldier's shirt. A small gasp issued from behind her as Lalaith got a view of the gash along the soldiers left side.

Lillian paid her no mind however as she carefully examined the cuts and possible breaks. She could feel at least two broken ribs and, along with the gash and other cuts, marked it up as about 12 total injuries. She turned to face her friend, and assistant and said gravely, "Give me the blue vial, and the green vial." As Lalaith headed toward the cupboard, Lillian called back, "Oh, and don't forget the Kingsfoil!" Lalaith shot her a piercing look before continuing onto the cupboard and retrieving the blue and green vials.

As she made her way back towards the cot she muttered, "Forget the Kingsfoil, who does she think I am." Her footfalls died about halfway there though as she turned and quietly made her way back to the cupboard again. This time remembering to pick up the tiny leather satchel marked with a dried plant on the outside.

Translations:

*Arvagor = Royal Swordsman

*Anghir = Iron Lord

*Kingsfoil is what it is called around the city of Gondor. It is also known as Athelas. As if you guys didn't know that already though, right.