A/N: Ok, it's been a while, but classes got frickin' crazy there. So here's chap. 2. R/R plz! And, of course, nothing…I own nothing…

The 'someone' was a personal aid and confidant to the king, as well as a close friend to Boromir.

"Beragond, it's good to see you."

"And you my brother," replied Beragond. "But I have urgent business; how is the girl?"

Boromir filled him in: "She's regained consciousness, and is now eating, but she is still very weak. I haven't learned anything about her; she doesn't even remember her name."

"Hmm..." Beragond didn't seem impressed by the lack of information. Seeing Boromir's look, he said

"The king's been asking about her since she arrived. I don't know why he's so interested. I think he suspects her of something, but he won't say anything."

Boromir was surprised at this; the girl didn't seem to be the kind to do anything wrong...she was rather jumpy though... Boromir became aware that Beragond was talking to him;

"Don't tell her that though. You may tell her however, that the king does wish to meet with her once her strength has returned...even though it may be a few weeks." he added as Boromir opened his mouth.

Boromir smiled, "I will," he said, nodding.

"Well, I should return to my duties," Beragond said. Boromir nodded towards the oak door, indicating he should do the same.

"Don't be a stranger, friend," he said as Beragond turned to leave. "The Houses are not only for the ill." Beragond smiled, nodded and waved as he turned the corner.

Back in the room, the starving girl was clearing the last crumb from the tray and draining the last drop of crystal wine from her class. Broromir raised an eyebrow in half-disbelief.

"Wow...I've never seen anyone clear a plate so fast."

The girl could only shrug. "It's been a long time since I've eaten such good food."

Boromir smiled. "That was a message from King Eärnur; he's been inquiring as to how you've been doing. And, when you have regained your strength, he wishes to speak with you."

She slowly put her glass down and swallowed the last of her wine. "What does he want to know?" she asked slowly.

"He didn't say," Boromir replied. "But I wouldn't worry; Eärnur's quite a nice man." He added, sensing the fear rising in her.

"You may not have anything to worry about," she thought to herself. "But you're not me."

She breathed out slowly, tryingto slow her now racing heart and calm the fear welling up in her. She pushed the tray away, suddenly feeling kinda queasy, and, as if on cue, Freda entered and quickly whisked it away. The patient took in another breath, and slowly settled back down into the bed. She allowed sleep to take her, and fell into an uneasy sleep, filled with terrible dreams.

Boromir had watched her since he told her the news. He saw a seemingly happy girl become the one he first met: silent and terrified. He began to wonder about Beragonds words, and thought there mist be some truth to them She obviously knew something she didn't want others to find out about.

"What though?" he wondered to himself. He stood over the sleeping figure. "Who are you?" he said quietly.

Over the next few weeks, her strength returned and she was able to get up and walk about, although her many injuries prevented her from staying up very long. Even with Boromir's healing and the help of older healers, she was still left with many scars, some of which would never heal.

Boromir was with her constantly and the girl didn't mind, she rather enjoyed his company. In fact, she was always a little nervous around other people, even the other healers. She knew they meant well, but she didn't like a lot of people touching her, and she wasn't too fond of some of their methods. She never expressed these feelings to Boromir, but he could tell when she was uncomfortable and never strayed too far when she was with the other healers.

She felt especially nervous and uncomfortable around Beragond, who had not been a stranger, and often came to check on her, even when King Eärnur hadn't asked, and that in itself was fairly often. There was something about the way Beragond never talked to her directly that made her uneasy. He seemed nice enough, maybe a little arrogant, but Boromir like him, so she tolerated his frequent visits.

After a few weeks of walking around the House of Healing, Boromir felt she was strong enough to go outside.

"The fresh air will be good for you," he insisted.

She hesitated because she felt safe and protected inside, protected from Him; outside, she was vulnerable.

"You'll be safe; I'll protect you." He said in response to her fears.

Once she allowed herself to be led outside, she found she missed the feeling of the sun on her face. In the secluded gardens, she actually felt quite safe, staying out longer and longer, only going in when Boromir threatened to leave her out by herself. That was something she could stand less than being surrounded by people; the feeling of loneliness and isolation. As time passed and her strength increased, so did this fear, to the point where she would become terrified and panicky if Boromir left her in her room to get some food. He didn't mind this, but he began to worry as the fear increased.

Beragond began arriving with messages not of "when her strength returns," but "what day would be best for her to meet with the king?"

She tried to delay meeting with him, but the messages were becoming more frequent and urgent. Boromir never brought up the meeting with her after Beragon left, but one day Beragond asked to speak with him...now. He didn't like to leave her alone, but they were just outside her door and she would hear them speaking, so her panic was lessened, although still present.

"Boromir," Beragond started. "The king's really becoming impatient. I can only put him off for so long before he comes down here himself, and trust me, you don't want that."

"I know, but-" Boromir began.

"No buts," Beragond cut in. "He's starting to get mad and the longer she puts it off, the more he thinkgs she has something to hide. She has to meet with him...this week."

Boromir nodded. He knew he had to bring it up to her...but how?

"I'll talk to her."

"You'd better, and fast." Beragond added sharply.

Boomir could only nod.

"I'll be back to find out her answer," he said, before turning and walking quickly down the hall.

As the footsteps retreated, Boromir took a deep breath. He knew what he had to do, he just didn't know how to do it.

"Well, first things first;" he thought, "You have to open up the door."

Upon doing this, he found the patient staring at the door, as though willing it to open. As soon as he entered and closed the door, her eyes dropped, and she said quietly,

"I know what he wants me to do."

Boromir raised an eyebrow. Had she heard, or was she just speculating?

"It's just that I'm afraid to do it, because I know what he'll ask," she continued. "And I don't know if I know the answers to some of his questions."

"Don't know, or are afraid to answer?" he thought to himself. "Such as what?" he said aloud.

Maybe he'd get some information out of her, such as a name. It felt awkward just starting a conversation without saying a name.

"Well, my name, for one,"

Well, there was that answer down the drain.

"Where I am from, who my parents are...or were," she continued, quietly.

"Wow...I'm...sorry." It was all he could find to say.

"Well," Boromir said after a minute. "We can't have you nameless; we have to call you something."

She looked at him sceptically. "Alright. Such as...?"

"Well, just...give me a minute." "Girls' names, girls' names...I don't know any girls' names: I grew up in a family of boys!" He thought.

"How about..." he racked his brain trying to think.

"Inwë...Eärwen..."

"No...no..."

"Mäerwyn?"

She really scrunched up her nose at this one.

"Hey! That was my mother's name." Boromir objected.

"Sorry, but I stand by my:" She made the face again.

"Fine." He said, rolling his eyes. He listed off a few more names. "You know," he said, after she objected to the ones he suggested, "Most people don't get to choose their name; it's given to them."

"Well, then," she said, "Pick one...a good one."

"Okay..." He thought for a minute. "How about Narquelië? It's our name for the second fall month, the month you were found in."

"Narquelië...Narquelië..." The girl repeated the name a few times. "I like that name; I'll take it." She said, after a minute.

"Alright then," Boromir replied. "I guess it's official; you are Narquelië."

A/N: Ok that was a bit longer than I had planned, but there it is...in all it's interesting glory. Anyhoo...R/R please.