Two years later…

The same dream had been coming to her almost every night. Her mother just standing there, knowing she was going to die but could tell no one about it. She had stayed in Gondor, and Aragorn said she would be staying with him, and be under his watch for a long time.

Alisa stood up and screeched her legs. She opened the windows to let the morning air rush in. The sun was coming up and soon and brand new day would start. She watched as her brother walked around in the garden outside her window. He looked nothing like her, or so said other people.

She quickly got dressed, in a long light blue dress. Her long hair was braided on both sides. Her servant came in and put some traveling clothes on her bed. Aragorn and Alisa would soon be leaving in a few days to go to Rivendell. She knew Elrond and he was like a father to her.

"Morning Alisa," she heard a male voice say. She turned around to see her brothers friend Rolland. He wore the clothes of a ranger, and was only two years older than her. It had been love and first sight when she met him a month. There had been a dinner, with lots of food, music and dancing. Aragorn had introduced her to him, and she fell in love with his charm.

"Same to you," she said, smoothing out her dress.

"Mind if I escort you to breakfast," he asked walking closer to him.

"No, that's aright, I am not going. I am not hungry,"

"Your never hungry, you never smile anymore. Every time I watched you from a distance a few years back, you where so happy. Always playing, laughing and smiling all the time," he explained to her.

"I can not feel the need to smile or laugh anymore. Why should I be happy when I saw my mother die, and I did nothing," she said, no emotion in her voice.

"Let go of the past Alisa, you cannot change something that happened two years ago," he explained. He took her hand and pulled her lightly. "Come, let go enjoy the nice day."

Alisa did not want to go. She wanted to find her best friend Jonea, and spend the day with him. Jonea was the son of a swordsman, and he would be the same as his father. They grew up being friends, and soon their friendship grew and they became close. At first Jonea was mad that she had been seeing Rolland, but soon he loosened up and began to know his good side.

Alisa ran through the garden, he was looking for her, and soon would find her. She then ran into something hard and she fell over. A hand reached down and pulled her up.

"Alisa, why are you running so fast, and not looking where you are going," she heard Jonea laugh.

"It is Rolland, we where in the garden and he kept talking, and talking. He would not stop so then two maidens came up to him, and I made a quick getaway," she laughed.

"Ok, well come with me. I shall hide you in the stables. I have to see my horse anyways." They both walked quietly to the stables, where they spent many days talking and just wasting the days away.

She sat down on the hay while Jonea took care of his horse. Her thoughts wondered to her mother, and they always seemed to be thinking of her.

"Are you ok," she heard him ask, breaking through her thoughts.

"Yes, fine. Just thinking," she said.

"Of your mother," he asked looking at her face, he did not wait for an answer. "She was a very smart lady, and very pretty, seems like you have that trait," he said. Alisa blushed at his comment; Jonea was always nice to her, saying things that made her feel better. Then there was silence, uncomfortable silence.

"So, when are you going to learn to fight, and ride horseback,"

"I know how to fight, my father taught me long ago. I do no need to horseback, I see nothing in my future that will cause me to ride a horse for so long," she laughed. "The future seems so empty for me, nothing will happen." Alisa stood off brushing the hay from her dress. "Well I think it is safe, I better go, and dinner is soon."

Alisa was her in room when she heard a sudden knock at the door. Rolland came running in and locked the door behind him.

"Where did you go," he yelled.

"Hi to you to Rolland," she said. He grabbed her wrist and held her tightly. He brought a dagger to her thumb and held it there.

"What are you doing," she yelled, fear in her eyes and voice.

"Never do that again Alisa. Never run away from me again," he screamed at her. Alisa had no idea he was like this, she never saw this side of him before. "I must teach you a lesson." He cut into her arm, from her thumb to her wrist, and red blood started to poor out. She screamed out in pain but a hand covered her mouth.

"You tell anyone about this. I will hunt you down, find you and kill you," he threatened. He stormed out of the room, leaving her. She knew they would ask questions about her wrist, and maybe she was wrong for leaving him. She looked at her mirror and threw a heavy object at it. Then took a peace of the broken class and put blood on it. Then Aragorn rushed into the room to see her on the ground crying.

"Alisa what happened," he asked her knelling down next to her.

"The mirror….it broke….." but she couldn't say anything more. Aragorn put a cloth over her cut and then helped her up.

"It is alright, come lets get you cleaned up," he said walking her out of the room. She passed Rolland who watched her walk away, and his eyes burned into hers.

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