Note: The relationships in this chapter are purely those of friends. There is no implied slash or relationships. Thanks.

Bridget's hands shook as she was thrown into a small cell; the floor was dark and everything around her cold. Another still form lay a few feet away. She moved closer to it and reached out with her bound hands, brushing silver hair away to reveal a pale face.

"Randir," she breathed, "Oh Valar, Randir, wake up, wake up, please." The elf shifted beneath her trembling fingers, waking up slowly.

"Valar, my head…"

"Oh thank Elbereth," she whispered, leaning against the wall in relief. The elf shook his head slowly, his eyes widening as he took in his surroundings.

"Randir, are you all right?" she asked worriedly, blinking in surprise as the elf jumped a foot in the air, an impressive feat, considering he was still lying on the ground.

"Palanél?" the elf was still trying to obtain his bearings.

"Yes, come here, I would like to look at your head," she said gently.

"My…head?"

"You should have a nasty lump, now come here," she instructed. The elf moved over and she noted his slightly dizzy movements. The elf sat down obediently in front of her, but was forced to lean against the wall for fear of collapsing, that in itself gave the human girl reason for worry.

"Randir," she began.

"Yes?"

"Don't go to sleep..." she said softly, glancing with a worried frown at the door.

"Why?"

"You have a concussion," she informed him. She heard the elf groan and watched the hand go up to the lump. She leaned against the wall and was surprised to feel the elf's head sag dejectedly against her shoulder. She sighed and leaned her head against the wall, forcing the elf to keep talking, occasionally checking his pupils.

"Palanél, I am tired," the elf said softly, for the third time. Normally the girl would have been annoyed, but their situation was anything but normal.

"I know, here, let me see your eyes Randir." The elf obediently met her gaze, a hopeful look in his eyes. She smiled at him.

"You may sleep," she whispered, smiling at the grateful sigh that escaped his lips. Randir again collapsed upon her shoulder, his eyes closing in exhaustion. Bridget leaned again against the wall of the cell her eyes closed in a light sleep. It was good to relax, even in the dark dampness in the cell. She woke to a shift of the weight on her shoulder. Turning to watch the elf with a worried frown she saw he was rubbing his head slowly.

"Tell me a tale Palanél, a story of your time," he said, looking hopefully at her. She chuckled.

"Very well, I shall tell you the story of Cinderella…Once upon a time," she began, smiling as the familiar childhood tale rolled from her tongue. When she was finished the elf looked wearily at her.

"I am so tired, I shouldn't be this tired…" She frowned again, shifting closer to the elf, Randir wavered where he was and all but collapsed against her.

"Palanél!" he sounded frantic. "Palanél! I can't see, Palanél!"

"Randir, it's okay, shh, shh, I am right here, shh," she whispered, her heart growing cold at the frantic tone of the elf's voice. Elves had the best vision of all the races, and to have that taken away had shaken the small elf. Already weakened by the blow to his head and the apparent drugging it was beginning to become more than he could take, and he was rapidly progressing to a state of breakdown.

"Randir, come here," she said worriedly, pulling the trembling elf against her. A new voice spoke from outside the cell.

"So the effects have stared, have they?" the speaker was a burly man with dark eyes.

"What effects," she hissed dangerously, her mind registering he spoke Sindarin.

"Oh, first drowsiness, then temporary blindness, a long stage of paranoia. He'll see demons in every corner he will." She glared at him with as much courage as a 15 year old could muster.

"Be gone, go back to your despicable master!" she hissed.

"Oh, almost forgot why I was here I did, the master wanted the new pris'nors brought in, bring 'em over boys!" he called. Three elves walked in, one held Legolas' arms, but it was hardly necessary, the other two help blades to Aragorn's throat, the elf would never run if his friend was in danger. Bridget moved away from Randir, placing a gentle hand on the elf's shoulder to let him know she would be back. She moved quickly to the bars of the cell, watching the elves load Aragorn and Legolas into a cell and slam the door shut. Bridget gasped when she noticed something.

Aragorn wasn't breathing.

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If anyone knows how to insert those dividey lines let me know. Anyways, chapter was long in coming and short in whole. My apologies!