Emilia

She came limping into a town of rubble and towers. She had run across some trouble with local Nympharies, troublesome creatures the size of panthers, which were very territorial things. Luckily, she managed to defeat them, but they did get a few blows on her. She had three scratches lined up side by side, where one of their paws scratched her there, and a large rip through her traveling cloak. She hadn't slept in quite a few days, and was starving. One of them had sunk their teeth into her leg, so she had a slight limp when she walked. She walked into the camp and wandered around, looking for them, when she heard the muffled sound of voices. She hurried to them, and saw Harry lying on the table, a tall man bent over him applying several salves, and the rest of the crew sitting down talking, or asleep, as it was very late in the night. The man that was bent over Harry turned to her, and Aragorn rose to his feet, looking at her in wonder. He was just about to say something, but cut himself off to rush over to her and catch her, as she was falling to the ground, fainting from fatigue. Legolas, the only other on awake, rushed over to prepare a bed for her.

"Emilia! What is she doing here!" Legolas asked, once they had set back down.

"Simple, she fell in love. She came after Arian." Aragorn replied, and turned to Borimor, who was applying the last bit of salve to Harry's wounds.

"How is he?" he asked, once Borimor sat down to rest. Borimor ran a hand through his hair.

"It'll be tough, but I foresee he will pull through. Now, I am interested in his past. You say his childhood was worse than mine. What has the poor boy gone through!" he asked.

"He told me a lot about his time. He is not of this world. He was reared in a time many centuries from now. He lived with his aunt, uncle, and their son, and he was abused horribly. His mother and father died when he was but an infant, and they were left to tend to him. They fed him little, no gifts for Christmas or his birth date, and always hitting him or hurting him. The first time he had a father figure was not but a year or so ago, that one, Sirius, that was him. In his first year of schooling, e was faced by a great evil, more terrible than Sauron himself, who had killed his parents and been after him at birth. Amazingly, he had been able to overcome the fiend, his second year, though, Voldemort returned. He was faced with a fifty foot long snake-like beast. He was able to over come that one, as well, and defeat Voldemort again. In his third, he over came Dementors, which are slightly worse than our night lords. A hundred at a time! And through all this, he was mocked, spending all of the summer months being abused and beaten and starved by his 'family'." Aragorn explained. Borimor shook his head in sympathy. What a horrid life he must lead!

"He is not but a lad, and yet has suffered more than most elder men! But what about this torture, that for which he was brought to me?" he asked.

"Ah, yes, he appeared near our camp a few months ago. We took him with us, and he helped defeat Shadow… While he was resting, the whole camp was arguing over who was allowed to take care of him. Everyone wanted to be a… a surrogate father, I suppose you would say. He destroyed the One Ring of Power by himself. Sauron decided he wanted Arian's powers, and so captured him, beating him for answers. You should have seen the answers he was giving, had it been any other time, I would have found it humorous. I remember one… what was it, oh yes. He had called the wizard's staff a walking stick, and asked to borrow it for hiking, as he was weak in the knees! Then claimed he was compensating for something, and said he had a really, really small- but before he could say what, they hit him upside the head." Ferimor smiled sadly, and shook his head.

"That was either extremely brave… or extremely stupid." He muttered.

"It is amazing how many times those two seem to meet…" his brother said, and they laughed. Soon, the whole camp went to bed.

Harry

Harry blinked a few times. The haziness was still there. Where was he? He was still so very hot… He was surrounded by blurry images, he could not make and out. Why was he so hot? He heard muffled voices, and light entered his eyes, it was so very bright. The sun was shinning! He was so very hot. The voices blended together, making one loud sound. He was so hot. Burning up. His head hurt, and he was too weak to move. He was too hot to move. He focused on only one thing, and soon everything became clearer. He was on a bed somewhere. There were people on either side of him. Aragorn, Legolas, Borimor and his brother were all talking on his left, and down below him he saw the hobbits and Gimly, as well as… was that Emilia! And where was Sirius? Oh, there, all alone in the far corner, staring at the sky. Why was he so sad-looking? Harry wanted to help him, but he could not help himself. He was so hot. They could help them, if only he could get their attention… He moaned softly. Dang, no one heard him. He moaned a little louder this time. Sirius heard him. Hurry, Sirius, he was so very hot. Everyone turned to see why Sirius was running to him.

"Harry, thank god, you are awake…" He said softly, placing his cool hand on Harry's forehead. "You're burning up!" He exclaimed in shock. Everyone came a little closer to watch.

"Hot……" Harry moaned. Ferimor was gone in a flash, and returned a moment later with a pitcher of water. He took a rag out and handed it to Sirius, who folded it and placed it on his forehead. That was so much better.

"Thanks…" He said scratchily.