TWO
Boromir didn't remember much of the journey. His body was very weak due to his wound and he suffered from high fever as well. He dimly remembered a healer changed the dressing of his wounds, and gave him a foul tasting concoction . Finally, his clothes were removed and they bathed him with damp cloth in attempt to break the fever.
Usually he was being treated only by the healer . But now as he opened his eyes, the beautiful Shaka was sitting quietly beside him.
"Welcome back. "she greeted him.
"Where am I?" asked Boromir weakly.
She gave him a funny look. "Still in the wagon. You didn't actually do anything else but passed out for the last 3 days."
He focused his eyes on her . "Who are you? "
"I am the Shaka of this squad. "she answered. "A captain in Gondor standard I think."
"Who are you? "he repeated his question.
She bathed his face with a damp cloth. "Your fever is still high. " She ignored the look on Boromir's face and forced him to drink another of those foul concoction.
Boromir was very angry, and if he had his strength he would fight back and forced this lady whom he found very irritating to reveal herself. But now, the only thing he could manage was to shut his mouth, refusing to drink the concoction.
"Don't do that!" she snapped.
"Tell me who you are." He replied stubbornly.
"I'll tell you after you drink the medicine."
"How do I know that is not a poison?"
"You don't. But if we wanted to kill you, we would kill you on the spot."
"You might want to make me suffer."
"Trust me, the only suffering side right now is me. I thought I found the famous Gondor Captain general, instead it is only a whining big Gondor man."
He eyed her weary, and finally decided to drink the concoction. "Gah! That must be poison!" he accused.
The lady chuckled. "I hope your temper indicates your health."
"Tell me who you are!"
"In a moment. How are you feeling now?"
Boromir was more than a little irritated at her. "I swear lady when I got my strength back, I would get back at you!"
"Get healthy 1st, then we shall see."
Then to his dismay, she left. "That girl is impossible. What kind of captain is she anyway?" he murmured unhappily, but began to feel sleep overtook him." Stupid medicine." He growled.
...
Boromir opened his eyes slowly.
"Welcome back, sir." greeted the healer. "How are you feeling?"
"Better."
"I'm glad you feel that. Your fever had broken."
"May I have some water, please?" asked Boromir.
"Certainly young sir. You must drink a lot of water."
This person definitely was the most cheerful healer he had ever met! Boromir decided to take a risk. "Why are you helping me? Who are you ?"
"I am a healer, young sir. Surely you can tell."
"I didn't mean that! I was asking who you are!"
"Ah, a rather personal question. Very well my name is Emir."
"Who are you, damn it!"
"My what a fine temper you carry there, lord Boromir." said the Shaka who joined them in the wagon. "No thank you to Emir after all the things he had done to keep you alive?"
Boromir was not amused by their play. "I wish to know what will you do to me!"
The Lady took pity at him. "We are taking you to Ithilien border."
"why?"
"So you can go home. Isn't that what you want?"
Boromir stared at them ,speechless. Then he seemed to remember something as he studied them more closely. "Ladharim."
Both the shaka and Emir smiled. "Let Emir changes your bandages and clean you up a bit. After that we will talk."
This time Boromir didn't protest. Emir treated his wound carefully, and make him looked presentable. After the shaka left, he realized that he was only wearing a blanket to cover his body due to his high fever .
The Ladharim was actually one of many tribes in Harad. But since Sauron's power began to grow in Harad, they fled to Gondor and occupied half of Ithilien. No one lived in that part of Ithilien when the Ladharim came, so the Steward of Gondor at that time let them stay for their present actually helped Gondor from Sauron attack.
Boromir tried to remember his lesson when he was just a boy. He remembered that the Ladharim was a nomad people. They traveled from one place to another in their own group. There were manyLadharim people in Minas Tirith and Dol Amroth, usually in festive time. They would build a huge tent and performed a lot of acrobatic move and tricks which was never failed to impress the Gondorrim people. They were also famous for their jewelry and fabric, and their ways with animals. He couldn't help asking Emir, "Can you do some movement that your people do in a show?"
The healer laughed. "Ah, unfortunately no young sir. I am only a healer."
"I thought every Ladharim can do an acrobatic movement for you all seem so agile." Said Boromir sheepishly.
"The only thing I can do now beside healing is to run."
"Run?"
"I was one of the fastest runner when I was young." said Emir rather proudly.
"Why aren't you in the army then? You're not that old to retire ."
Emir grinned." I will hurt myself if I held a blade. But I am very good handling small dagger for operation." He gathered the used bandage and Boromir's blanket. "I think you will like to talk to shaka now." He went out of the wagon.
A moment later, the shaka appeared . "I think I will have my lunch with you." It wasn't a question. " We gathered all of the weapon and blanket of yours with us, and you can have them back. We even bring your food. Somekind of bread in a leaf."
"That's lembas bread."
"Never heard of it." She smiled at him. "But first thing first. I will answer your questions. My name is Kheila daughter of Faid, shaka of Ladhar."
Boromir smiled back. "Well met Shaka."
...
Boromir didn't remember much of the journey. His body was very weak due to his wound and he suffered from high fever as well. He dimly remembered a healer changed the dressing of his wounds, and gave him a foul tasting concoction . Finally, his clothes were removed and they bathed him with damp cloth in attempt to break the fever.
Usually he was being treated only by the healer . But now as he opened his eyes, the beautiful Shaka was sitting quietly beside him.
"Welcome back. "she greeted him.
"Where am I?" asked Boromir weakly.
She gave him a funny look. "Still in the wagon. You didn't actually do anything else but passed out for the last 3 days."
He focused his eyes on her . "Who are you? "
"I am the Shaka of this squad. "she answered. "A captain in Gondor standard I think."
"Who are you? "he repeated his question.
She bathed his face with a damp cloth. "Your fever is still high. " She ignored the look on Boromir's face and forced him to drink another of those foul concoction.
Boromir was very angry, and if he had his strength he would fight back and forced this lady whom he found very irritating to reveal herself. But now, the only thing he could manage was to shut his mouth, refusing to drink the concoction.
"Don't do that!" she snapped.
"Tell me who you are." He replied stubbornly.
"I'll tell you after you drink the medicine."
"How do I know that is not a poison?"
"You don't. But if we wanted to kill you, we would kill you on the spot."
"You might want to make me suffer."
"Trust me, the only suffering side right now is me. I thought I found the famous Gondor Captain general, instead it is only a whining big Gondor man."
He eyed her weary, and finally decided to drink the concoction. "Gah! That must be poison!" he accused.
The lady chuckled. "I hope your temper indicates your health."
"Tell me who you are!"
"In a moment. How are you feeling now?"
Boromir was more than a little irritated at her. "I swear lady when I got my strength back, I would get back at you!"
"Get healthy 1st, then we shall see."
Then to his dismay, she left. "That girl is impossible. What kind of captain is she anyway?" he murmured unhappily, but began to feel sleep overtook him." Stupid medicine." He growled.
...
Boromir opened his eyes slowly.
"Welcome back, sir." greeted the healer. "How are you feeling?"
"Better."
"I'm glad you feel that. Your fever had broken."
"May I have some water, please?" asked Boromir.
"Certainly young sir. You must drink a lot of water."
This person definitely was the most cheerful healer he had ever met! Boromir decided to take a risk. "Why are you helping me? Who are you ?"
"I am a healer, young sir. Surely you can tell."
"I didn't mean that! I was asking who you are!"
"Ah, a rather personal question. Very well my name is Emir."
"Who are you, damn it!"
"My what a fine temper you carry there, lord Boromir." said the Shaka who joined them in the wagon. "No thank you to Emir after all the things he had done to keep you alive?"
Boromir was not amused by their play. "I wish to know what will you do to me!"
The Lady took pity at him. "We are taking you to Ithilien border."
"why?"
"So you can go home. Isn't that what you want?"
Boromir stared at them ,speechless. Then he seemed to remember something as he studied them more closely. "Ladharim."
Both the shaka and Emir smiled. "Let Emir changes your bandages and clean you up a bit. After that we will talk."
This time Boromir didn't protest. Emir treated his wound carefully, and make him looked presentable. After the shaka left, he realized that he was only wearing a blanket to cover his body due to his high fever .
The Ladharim was actually one of many tribes in Harad. But since Sauron's power began to grow in Harad, they fled to Gondor and occupied half of Ithilien. No one lived in that part of Ithilien when the Ladharim came, so the Steward of Gondor at that time let them stay for their present actually helped Gondor from Sauron attack.
Boromir tried to remember his lesson when he was just a boy. He remembered that the Ladharim was a nomad people. They traveled from one place to another in their own group. There were manyLadharim people in Minas Tirith and Dol Amroth, usually in festive time. They would build a huge tent and performed a lot of acrobatic move and tricks which was never failed to impress the Gondorrim people. They were also famous for their jewelry and fabric, and their ways with animals. He couldn't help asking Emir, "Can you do some movement that your people do in a show?"
The healer laughed. "Ah, unfortunately no young sir. I am only a healer."
"I thought every Ladharim can do an acrobatic movement for you all seem so agile." Said Boromir sheepishly.
"The only thing I can do now beside healing is to run."
"Run?"
"I was one of the fastest runner when I was young." said Emir rather proudly.
"Why aren't you in the army then? You're not that old to retire ."
Emir grinned." I will hurt myself if I held a blade. But I am very good handling small dagger for operation." He gathered the used bandage and Boromir's blanket. "I think you will like to talk to shaka now." He went out of the wagon.
A moment later, the shaka appeared . "I think I will have my lunch with you." It wasn't a question. " We gathered all of the weapon and blanket of yours with us, and you can have them back. We even bring your food. Somekind of bread in a leaf."
"That's lembas bread."
"Never heard of it." She smiled at him. "But first thing first. I will answer your questions. My name is Kheila daughter of Faid, shaka of Ladhar."
Boromir smiled back. "Well met Shaka."
...