Disclaimer: I don't own LotR, but I do own Amara!!!!! ;)
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"Hello," – elvish
Hello - thinking
Chapter 3
Strider went into his hut and placed Amara on his bed. He took a second to look at Amara's eye. It was already starting to bruise and swell. All he could do was put something cold on it until he found out who the village healer was. He went over to the water in his hut and dipped one of his rags in and then went over to where Amara was lying and started dabbing the cold rag around her eye. How is anyone capable of doing such a thing to this... child? Strider thought. He continued to dab her eye for about twenty minutes before she moved.
She didn't wake, she just moved. He looked at her making sure she wasn't awake. He continued to dab her eye. She stirred again and this time she opened her eyes. She looked around and then she realized that she wasn't in her hut, or on the ground, or where ever she was supposed to be. She then looked at Strider and fear struck into her eyes. She tried to get up, but Strider pined her down.
"You mustn't get up," he said.
"W...who are you," she asked out of fear. She kept trying to get out of Strider's grasp and run, but she couldn't.
"If I tell you will you try to stay still?"
"What are you going to do to me?" she asked.
"Nothing! I'm trying to find out what is wrong with you!"
"Nothing is wrong with me! Now let me go!!!!" ordered Amara.
"I know enough about injuries to know you need help beyond my skill," said Strider.
Amara stopped struggling. She looked at Strider and then he said,
"You can only see out of one eye."
"How do you know?"
"The eye that you got hit with isn't moving when you look around."
She didn't say anything, just looked at him.
"You need a healer. Where is the healer in your village?"
"There isn't one," said Amara.
"There isn't one. Well where is the nearest healer then?"
"In Lorien," said Amara.
"Then we will go to Lorien," said Strider getting up and starting to put together the few things he had.
"But no mortal is allowed to go in there," said Amara.
"We are going!" ordered Strider.
Amara jumped.
"When are we going?" she asked.
"Right now," he said.
"But I have to get..."
"No time, we have to get you to a healer."
He went over to the bed and picked up Amara, carried her outside and then set her down on the step.
"Where are you going?" asked Amara as Strider walked away.
"To get my horse," he said.
Strider came back about ten minutes later. He got off his horse and picked up Amara and put her on the front of the horse. He got on then they started riding away to Lorien.
They left the village galloping and Strider showed no intention of letting the horse slow down. It was about thirty minutes after they left the village before they said anything to each other.
"What is you're name?" asked Strider.
"Amara," she said.
"Amara, that is a pretty name," said Strider.
Flashback
A man took his daughter out to a field to pick flowers for her mother. He stood there watching his daughter pick all sorts of flowers.
"Amara," called the man.
"Amara," he called again.
The girl came running, flowers in hand, to her father.
"Papa!" she cried with joy.
She jumped into his arms and he spun her around.
"Did you have fun?" he asked.
"Yes Papa," she said.
"Let's go give them to you're mother," he said.
"Okay," said the little girl.
End Flashback
"What is your name?" asked Amara.
"Strider," he said.
She gasped.
"You are a Ranger!"
"Yes," he said.
"How do I know you are not going to kidnap me and take me to your lair?" she asked.
"Because I'm not like that," he said.
"Ok," she said trying not to make him mad.
"How old are you Amara?" asked Strider.
"Eighteen," said Amara.
"Where were you born?"
"Gondor," she replied.
"The Great White City," said Strider.
"It's not that great," she said.
"Why?"
"My mother died in that city," said Amara.
"I'm sorry."
"It was a long time ago," she said.
They kept riding all night not making any stops until they reached the boarder of Lorien. By then, Amara was asleep.
"I would like to speak with the March warden, Haldir," said Strider.
"I am here, Aragorn son of Arathorn," said Haldir.
Just then, an elf dressed in silver, with blond hair and blue eyes came out. He was armed with a bow with a quiver of arrows and two knives.
"I need your help," said Strider, "In the village I was in, a drunken man hit this girl and blinded her in one eye. Her village does not have a healer and she needs one as soon as possible," explained Strider.
"Take her to one of the talons and we will look at her," said Haldir.
Strider took the horse into the forest as they followed Haldir.
A/N Why do I do this on a school night? Always finishing a chapter on a school night! I got to find time for this. Guess what! Our football team won! Another step closer to state! In my state everyone loves football. You do not mess with football in my state. I don't even understand football and it is on my top ten list (with volleyball being #1).
Ningwen- I know! I hate cliffhangers! I really didn't consider that to be a big cliffhanger though. Sorry!
Marikgroupie- Sorry it had to end there. I was writing late at night! I had to sleep and either think about the story or that really cute guy on my Cross Country team. It's a hard compromise.
Tari Faelivrin- I'm trying to balance it all out! It's just not working at the moment! I'll try to do better. Which stories do you like?
Lady-Amara- Wow! Funny how that worked out! My friend gave me a list of names and I thought Amara was pretty!
Curumrth- Thank you for your help. I'm trying to write this so my co-writer will like it too.
Galadriel-longleaf- I'm glad you like my story. I would have made the new character Legolas, but my friend wouldn't let me for 2 reasons- one: I'm too obsessed with Legolas, two: you'll see later in the story!
