::: Chapter 6 ::: I Knew You Were Trouble
Why do I feel like a bloodstained bedsheet isn't proper attire to meet royalty in?
I get that he's not got a crown yet, and Leggy here's already seen me in the nude, so my track record so far isn't very impressive, but still. This is Aragorn, son of Arathorn, Isuldur's heir, Elessar. This dude is going to be king. My bedsheet just doesn't make me feel worthy.
He met us on the way in, and Legolas did his best to explain what I told him of my present situation, since I didn't want to screw with events here too much just by showing up. It's the usual shtick; I don't remember who I am really (not a big lie there), or where I came from, or why I have a huge hole in my stomach. You know, the usual. When I first told my elven companion, he figured I should go on with him to Imladris, which was conveniently close, and ask Lord Elrond what to do. I didn't disagree, so here we are.
"My Lord," I only realized half a moment after addressing him that I shouldn't know who he is. Oops. Time to wing it then, just like usual.
The ranger king stared at me for a moment, and I stared back. Awkwardly. Situation normal then, I suppose.
"How did you—" he finally asked.
Starting my brilliant track record with the man, I decided to interrupt him, like the happy little sh*t that I am. "I have no idea."
"What?" Aragorn seemed confused.
"I mean, I have no idea who you are or why I addressed you that way. It's been happening a lot recently, you know, this random remembering thing, I wonder if it's a side effect of being stabbed. Did I hit my head? Or maybe, hear me out, it's a long and complicated childhood story involving adventures and saving people and—" there I go, rambling again. Not my strong suit, lying. I tend to ramble and give my self away. Oops.
"You seem to struggle a lot with staying focused, Lady..." Ah, he was waiting for my name. I don't think he entirely believed my fantabulous lie, but we'll work on than later.
"Eh, I blame the ADHD. And I'm no lady. I'm just Caballo."
"The what?"
"Never mind."
Aragorn gave me a curious look. "Well, right this way then, my Lady Cabbyoh. Let's go see Lord Elrond."
I stared after the Ranger for a moment in abject horror; the name thing was catching. I then proceeded to give up on life entirely and shake my fist aggressively at the sky."This is all your fault, Turdblossom!"
I then followed Aragorn like the lost puppy I no doubt will be for the duration of my stint in Middle Earth, however long that may be.
