Break Away

: :Light Throughout The Sky: :

Without even opening my eyes I could tell that it was incredibly bright out. The rain had finally stopped, and the birds were out again. I stretched my arms out, only to be struck with immense pain.

I guess last night wasn't a dream after all. That being the case, I need to get to the hosp-WHERE IN THE HELL AMI I?!

After my eyes registered that fact that I was outside on the side of a dirt road, I began to think about where I was, how I got there, and if I could get medical attention and SOON. Shifting to get up, my hand brushed up against something. My duffel, Legolas, and quiver of arrows were at my feet.

If those creeps decided to come back and toss me out here-wherever here is-then they must have no sense to leave me with a weapon of any kind.

With the sight of a city not -Ahem- far away, I strapped my quiver and Legolas onto my back, and slung my duffel over my good shoulder and proceeded to the city.

3 hours, 42 minutes and 30 seconds later...

I seriously DID NOT think it would take THIS LONG to get to that freakin' city! If I wasn't stabbed full of holes, I might enjoy this more.

Well, the walk didn't last much longer, because before I knew it, I was at the gates tot the city. And the only thing stopping me from getting in were these two guards in armor from head to toe.

"State your name and business, milady." One of them said. Wow, first he addresses me nicely, then he calls me...hang on...what DID he call me...?

"My name is Arlene Harris and, may I inquire as to where I am?"

"You are in Gondor, standing at the gates of the White City. Now, what is your business here?"

These guards are either blind or they're not that bright... "Can't you tell by looking at me?! I've been injured immensely. I'm in horrible pain. It's a wonder that I'm even walking, much less that I actually made it here. So can you please...help...me..." The blood loss hit me like a semi and I was unconscious again.

The coronation of the King and the reuniting of his love had long since ended. Many of the civilians had returned to their daily lives. All but a small group of friends were gathered in the main hall, catching up from recent events. Aragorn stood proudly by his new wife, Arwen, along with the Dwarf Gimli and the Mirkwood Prince Legolas, and the Hobbits Merry, Pippin, Sam, and Frodo were seated at a long table. Joining them were Gandalf the White, Lord Elrond or Rivendell, his two mischievous sons Elladan and Elrohir, Eomer, his younger sister Eowyn, and Faramir. The War of the Ring was over. Sauron had fallen and the evil of the One Ring was cast into the fiery depths of Mount Doom. All was back as it should be.

Gandalf turned his head to see a group of guards running towards the group at the table. Aragorn noticed their coming and met them halfway, Arwen never leaving his side, The group gathering behind them. Nothing could have prepared them for what the guards were carrying in on a makeshift stretcher.

A girl lay outstretched, her body and clothes soaked in her very blood. Scratches were evident all over her body, and two deep punctures could be seen, one in the stomach, and the other in the left shoulder. Her blond hair was mixed with the blood that seeped from her head wound. Arwen gasped at the sight and stifles a sob that threatened to come out and tried to shield Eowyn from the sight, but was none too successful.

"What happened to the girl?" Aragorn asked the guard, Hasufenell.

Hasufenell shook his head sorrowfully. "My deepest regrets, we do not know. She slowly made her way to the gates. We asked her of her name and business, and she responded in a tone that was most unladylike. Then she blacked out, and that's all that I know of her."

"What is her name?" Lord Elrond asked, sweeping by everyone to kneel down by the young woman and get a better look.

"She said her name was...Arlene...Harris," he replied, trying to sound the name out like she had said it.

Elrond stood up almost immediately, startling everyone. "Take her to the healer's room at once. I shall be following shortly. Arwen, follow me, I will need your assistance. Gandalf, you will be needed as well. Come now, we must hurry, there is no way of me knowing how long the child has suffered from these injuries," he said, as he took off in a rush, his robes flowing behind him with Arwen and Gandalf hot on his heels.

For anyone that would be walking down that particular hall at the time would have posed quite a sight. First, the Lord of Rivendell, his daughter, and a wizard are chasing four guards hustling an injured body to the healing room. Then, there's the sight of the peredhril twins, a Mirkwood Prince, the White lady of Rohan, her brother and the King of Gondor, the deceased Steward of Gondor's son chasing them down the hall, only to have the door slammed in their faces, so they fall to a pile in the floor. And then there's the matter of five smaller figures trying to keep up with their long legged comrades, one being a Dwarf and the other four Hobbits, waddling their way to find a pile of Elves and Men in front of the door.

Lord Elrond sighed to himself as he heard the pileup outside the door. At times they could be a s curious as children. He then shrugged off the image he had of them outside and set to work, doing the best that he could to help save the girl's life. It was evident that she had lost a good deal of blood, and there wasn't much that he could do but to seal the wounds. She would indeed be sore when she woke Lord Elrond though to himself.

Well? What did you guys think? I apologize up front for stopping the chapter there, it's just the point where my creative streak ran out. Anyways, I have some ideas planned out in my head, the only problem is putting them into words. Anyways, in the meantime, check out my other story, Dreamsprite while you're at it. And as always, read and review, savvy?