I'm Baaaack! Did you miss me? Probably not. ANYWAYS….Well… here's the next chapter I hope its as good as the rest !

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A week passed and Zaileth grew restless. She had been pinned up to long for her liking. At dawn, she crept out of bed and slipped outside. She sat in a conveniently bench and watched the sunrise.

"So you like sunrises?" the unfamiliar voice startled her but she didn't show it.

"To whom do I owe this pleasure?" she asked smoothly. The stranger sat beside her seeming to ignore her question.

"I asked my brother to thank you but I wanted to thank you myself." He said.

"So you're the soldier." She said looking at his face. He looked almost exactly like his brother "Faramir is it?" He nodded.

"Where are you from?" Faramir asked. Zaileth hesitated.

"Um…To be honest I really don't know my native roots." She lied "I grew up as a traveler. My parents never spoke of home much." She gave him the same answer she gave Anlyn.

"That's interesting. How did you come to Gondor?" Zaileth wasn't expecting that. Fortunately, she was a good liar.

"I was running from bandits and I needed a place to hide. I didn't know what was going on a was just fixed on getting away. They wounded me and left me unarmed."

"Oh." Was all Faramir could say. Her story sounded a little untrue. Zaileth was growing impatient with him. His questions were getting on her nerves. The sun was well over the horizon by now. They came to an awkward silence. Zaileth broke it with a question of her own.

"What is the name of this city? I haven't seen much of it, yet. I don't recognize it." She said scratching the back of her neck.

"Minas Tirith." He answered. Zaileth let out a small gasp. Luckily, Faramir didn't hear. She could hear the voices of soldiers in her head "Death! Blood! Pain!" Her side began aching again she squirmed a little.

"Are you alright?" Faramir asked noticing this little development. Zaileth gave a small smile as her pain began to dull. The door creaked open suddenly. Anlyn poked her head out of the doorway.

"Zaileth, I hate to interrupt but I need to speak with you." Zaileth nodded and stood. She nodded to Faramir and went with Anlyn.

"Is it another child?" Zaileth asked as they walked down the corridor in no particular hurry. Anlyn smiled lightly and nodded.

"He is hysterical over a splinter." Anlyn had started to consult Zaileth with hurt children. She had a strange way with them. She could comfort a child in almost any situation, without smiling and barely changing her tone.

They came to the wailing child and the haggard mother. Zaileth saw that the mother had given up on keeping the child quiet. She approached the child and knelt beside him.

"What ails you, child?" The boy whimpered and showed her the splinter. Zaileth sighed inwardly His mother took him here for this? She thought. She inspected the small wound and looked up at the small fountain of tears.

"Do you think I can remove this without pain?" The child stopped his wailing and thought about it.

"No." The boy said with a small amount of defiance.

"I think I can." Zaileth said with a mock confidence. She instructed the mother to hold his hand. "Now squeeze her hand as hard as you can." As the little boy did so he closed his eyes. Zaileth took this opportunity to pull the splinter. "I'm finished." The boy was elated and he threw his arms around her. Zaileth was taken by surprise by this sudden display of affection.

After the splinter event, Anlyn pulled Zaileth aside.

"Are you planning to leave soon?"

"I'm not sure. Why?" Zaileth replied puzzled

"I was thinking you could become a healer."

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Um… that's it. R&R. And flames are disregarded. Well I'll see you later I going to bed!

Aloha!

ZiZi the Zephyr