Disclaimer: The Lord of the Rings is property of Tolkien and there are many references throughout to Robert Jordan's Wheel of Time series. I only own what you do not recognize. The character Chinky is not meant to cause offence and is named after a real horse whose name has been shortened from a Fiat Cinquecento (Chinky – Chento).
Authors Note: Chapter 3 is here. I have changed Amy's reaction to Legolas, and made it a bit more believable, I think. Don't hold me to that.
Chapter 3: Little Warrior
"Do you think she is ok?"
"No, I think she got shot by an arrow."
"We must get her to Elrond, orc poison may not affect elves too much but it can kill a human in a few days."
"I am well aware of what can kill us! Quite now Legolas, I think she's waking up."
Amy woke up to the sound of hushed voices, and someone peering over her. Instantly she blinked until her eyes grew accustomed to the light.
"You are awake then, little warrior," Aragorn said.
"Ergh," Amy moaned pulling her arm from underneath her, then instantly wishing she had not. She saw, what she had originally thought to be two men wince as they looked at her hand. Gritting her teeth she looked at the impaled hand then doubled over in pain. The arrow was not imbedded deep in her hand at all; it had gone straight through, the poison iron at the end completely visible while the shaft was still lodged through the palm of her hand.
The shock and adrenalin that had kept her from pain during the attack was now all but spent and she rolled over and emptied her stomach over the floor next to her. She could vaguely feel someone holding her hair out of her face and gently stroking her back in soothing circular motions. Wiping her mouth she sat up, the tears streaming down her face as she tried to hold in the pain of her hand. Blood was pouring out of her mouth as she was biting through her lip to stop herself screaming. "Legolas, get me some water and a cloth, hurry." Aragon yelled. Amy tried to look round to see who he was calling to, but stopped as she felt sick again.
"W.where am I?" She finally stammered out.
"Hush now Little Warrior we are but a days march from Imladris," Aragorn said soothingly.
"W.what in Middle Earth?"
"Yes."
By this point the pain and shock was too much for her to bear and she was not in the mood to argue that they must be joking. Instead looking up, she noticed a pair of steel grey eyes looking back at her. Gulping she managed to murmur out, "and you are?" Blinking her eyes into focus the steel grey eyes smiled at her as the rest of his face came into focus.
"So sorry, my lady, I forgot to introduce myself and my companion. I am Aragorn son of Arathorn and this is," he turned around and pointed at the tall elf gracefully walking into the clearing with a pannier of water, "is Legolas son of the Mirkwood elves."
At the mention of Legolas' name Amy turned her head down so that they wouldn't see her blush, an elf, she had met an elf! Not just any elf but Legolas! She realised her earlier error, how insulted would he be if he found she thought him to be a man. It did not even bare thinking about.
The two males knelt before her with confused looks on their faces. "What is your name?" Aragorn asked deciding to ignore the embarrassment she had shown when he mentioned the elf's name.
"It's written round my neck," she said biting back the tears. The pain in her hand was practically unbearable and she was in no mood to be nice. Slowly she saw Aragorn reach to her throat and lift the choker up slightly so he could read it. She trembled slightly as his warm hands touched her neck.
"Amy, a strange name for such a little warrior." He said with a smile.
As Aragorn was making light conversation with her she felt someone lift up her wounded hand. Slowly she looked over, not wanting to move her head too fast in case she threw up again. Despite the calmness of the elves she didn't think one would take kindly to being thrown up over. Legolas, seeing her earlier embarrassment, was some what wary of treating her encase he made her blush again, or even worse make himself blush; she was pretty, even by elven standards. Scolding himself slightly for those thoughts, he should not be thinking about how pretty she is, he had not even known her five minutes!
He wasn't going to even attempt to move the shaft but instead he coated the wound in athelas, which eased the pain long enough to get her to Elrond.
Once he was done she stood up shakily and looked around her. She noticed the arm in the small of her back keeping her upright, and smiled at Aragorn. Legolas was picking out the arrows from the orcs, and sorting them into piles. His, Aragorn's and the one's he presumed to be Amy's. Roughly thirty orcs lay dead around them, most dead by arrows but she noticed the few that lay in pieces from her sword.
"Amy, are these yours?" Legolas asked handing her twenty black arrows. He was shocked when he read the silver elvish on them, and he was curious as to where she got them, and whether she could read it. Surely no human child should have that written upon their weapons?
"Yes thank you," she replied taking them and hastily fitting them back into her quiver.
"They have elvish on them. Do you know what it means?" Legolas asked putting his own back into his quiver.
"No," that didn't surprise him, "but it's written on my sword along with the dragons so when I made my bow and arrows I put it on them as well. Come to think of it, where is my sword?" Amy said suddenly looking around frantically which made her feel even more nauseous.
"It says." Legolas never got time to finish; he looked over at Aragorn who was holding her sword before him with awe in his eyes.
"Here is your sword, it is a fine one, Amy daughter of Onlee," Aragon said handing her sword back.
"Huh?" She said placing it at her waist wondering why he had said that.
"That is what I was going to say. The elvish, it reads: I present this sword to Amy daughter of Onlee, the." but once again the elf was cut short by Aragorn.
"Come we need to get to Imladris in haste." Aragorn said helping Amy onto Chinky's back, before vaulting on to his own horse.
They turned and galloped towards Imladris. The two horses willing to run to the end of the earth if they had the queen of the Mearas at their head.
"Aragorn," Legolas whispered.
"Yes my friend?" He whispered back, "In the answer to your question you wish to ask me, she need not know more than is necessary. All will be explained in time. Though if she really is the one, she may not accept it."
They galloped the rest of the way in silence. Thoughts running through Amy's head. Little did they know that what they did not want her to hear flowed through her veins. She had heard every little bit of their conversation like she was an elf herself.
