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In Jail

Aragorn groaned and sat up, rubbing his hands over his face as he did. He didn't remember much. He had encountered the Uruks who had taken Tári down and he must have been hit on the head with something very hard, so it felt, and was taken too.

"Awake are you?" asked a feminine voice.

Aragorn groaned and turned around to face the opposite side of the small cell he was sitting in. "Tári? 'S that you?"

"You know me?" she asked, moving over to calm the blood flow from a wound in Aragorn's shoulder.

"I know of you. You are the elf who ran off with a sword and took no guard. Where were you bringing this sword?" asked Aragorn.

"I, uh. Why should I tell you?" she countered.

"Because I am the soon-to-be King of Gondor. I am married to Arwen Undomiel, one of your kin. I, with several friends of mine, were charged with the protection of the sword. I need to know where you were bringing it," he said, straitening his back and sitting tall.

"There is a rumor. Of a witch in the forest. She knows everything and sees everything that goes on. I was going to bring the sword to her and ask for advice," said Tári quietly.

"You are young," said Aragorn.

"For an elf perhaps."

"You need to learn the difference between truth and rumors," said Aragorn harshly. He saw the look on her face and softened his tone. "This lady of the woods you say, is not an elf. Nor is she human. So what is she? Does she even exist?"

"I . . . I don't know," said Tári.

"Nor do I," replied Aragorn, "but I have more sense that to steal a sword and run with it into Uruk infested territories looking for a witch who might not even exist."

"I'm sorry."

"The Uruks have the sword? I thought as much. They know what it is? No, not yet."

"I can right my wrong?" asked Tári.

"Yes. We still have time."

Aragorn and Tári both turned as an Uruk stepped into their small cell. He smelled like rotting flesh and even looked like rotting flesh. Aragorn expected Tári to shrink back at the sight of this thing, but she sat tall.

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