This chapter is dedicated to "Jousting Elf with a Sabre" for being my first reviewer.

Thanks also to Caprice Ann Hedican-Kocur for reviewing I know I hate it when that happens!

Sorry about the delay I wrote four chapters and posted them all at once and then I had no idea what else to write!

Also I have been down the country (no net!) and just back to school after mid term so I had a bit of trouble getting online to post.

The next day: The original of this chapter is total merde as the French say so I changed the end as I felt the story wasn't working the first way. Please note have changed rating from g to pg13 as I want to be able to be more dramatic in later parts.

Chapter 5 Bergil.

Disclaimer: see other chapies

Bergil looked at the young woman lying there. Who was she and how had she come to be with the orcs? Had she been a prisoner since before the defeat of Sauron or had she been kidnapped from one of the villages that had grown up around Emyn Arnen since prince Faramir had settled there? Who knows?

"Why did she run away from us?" Mardil asked. " I think I could hazard a guess," said Damrod, " when we freed the prisoners in Mordor after the war some of them had forgotten anything but orcs and torture. It's the same thing here I think. Some how she managed to escape when we attacked. She has probably forgotten most of what she ever knew of humans. From her condition I'm not surprised. How she managed to survive let alone still have the spirit to escape I don't know." "But couldn't the figure we saw have been some thing else? She could have gotten these wounds anywhere." Mablung looked up " if orcs didn't make these wounds I'd like to meet who ever did," he said with a hint of steel in his voice. Mablung's sister had been kidnapped by the Haradrim during the war and had died before he could rescue her. Ever since Mablung had developed a great hatred of those who exploited and abused young women.

Then Barahir, one of the younger men said, "It's all very well to stand here talking but are we to bring her back to Emyn Arnen or will we leave her here? How are we to carry her? And what will we do when she comes to?" They all agreed they would bring her back to Emyn Arnen but how to do it?

However Mardil soon said, "My sister Maria lives near here and I'm sure her husband can lend us a cart or some other way to bring her to the city." Mardil and Bergil set off towards Maria's farm. They soon found it and secured the loan of a cart, a horse to pull it and one of Maria's dresses for the girl. However Bergil also saw Maria give Mardil a parcel that he hid at once. Mardil's nephew begged to be allowed to accompany them but his parents where adamant that he was too young.

When they arrived back to the others they found Mablung standing watch while the others set up camp. " It's too late to go any further today but we'll make it home before sunset tomorrow." he told them. When they asked about the girl Damrod said that it had been a good idea to get a decent dress for the girl but that she hadn't woken up yet. They carefully placed her in the cart, which had pillows, and sheets again borrowed from Maria. Barahir had made a stew for dinner and so they all sat down to eat, Mablung taking a break from the watch to eat. As they finished their meal Mardil produced his mysterious parcel revelling it to be a delicious plum pudding made by his sister that very day. They all cheered and after a good helping each many of them declared that they where in love with Maria. How ever as one half of those who declared their love habitually fell in love once a week and the other half had sweethearts waiting in Emyn Arnen or Minas Tirith all anyone did was laugh. As they did Mablung looked up to see that the girl had woken up. He gestured to the others and stood up and walked over towards her. Bowing he said to her " I hope you are well rested my dear. We did not mean to frighten you and I hope you will forgive us. We have some better clothes here for you if you wish to change your rags." The girl looked at him puzzled and responded in an equally puzzled voice with a sentence which none of them understood.

A.N. will post next events from Sara's POV. Thanks again to my reviewers will RSVP ASAP.