I'm trying to think what Shyra's theme song would be. Something that would fit a pissed off short person. Feel free to share your opinion.
Nursing was harder than it sounded. I was never really good with healing. Not like Freyr. However, my little knowledge seemed to work. He was getting better it seemed, though mostly out of it. Which was fine with me. The less talking, the faster we could get to somewhere safe. I decided to take him towards Lothlorien. He was Isildur's heir and foster son of Elrond...so, they should accept him. I would probably have to wait at the edge of the forest. The Lothlorien Elves didn't like me very much.
That and they thought they were better than everyone else, so I didn't want to spend much time with them anyway.
Then again, most Elves think they are better than everyone.
Damn Elves.
All of these thoughts were running through my head while I was soaking my blindfold cloth in a pool of water. We had stumbled across an old abandoned village. Only the skeletons of decaying shacks remained. I decided to set camp here for a few days, wait till Aragorn was able to at least sit up right on Weasel while we were moving. However, his condition was slowing us down. A part of me was mad at him for delaying the journey but the more rational, logical side overrode the anger.
I walked back to the old shack I had laid Aragorn in. He was covered in anything I had that would provide warmth. My cloak, Weasel's saddle blanket, my bed role.
Nights got a little bit cold but nothing I couldn't handle.
Kneeling beside the man who was our future made me...scared.
I pressed the cloth against his head to ease the headache.
This man was, once again, in my care…
The last time that happened, I lost my father and my brother.
I couldn't lose Aragorn.
He was too important.
More important than me.
I thought of Freyr, then. I wondered how he was doing. How he was living his life. Apparently, he wasn't with the rest of the Dúnedain, which wasn't surprising knowing our family's rocky relationship with them.
The last I heard of Freyr was that he had gone back home.
"...Arwen…" I tilted my head towards Aragorn when he said that word. Or was it a name? I had heard it before, but I couldn't remember where.
"...Arwen…" He had been saying that a lot…
It was starting to get annoying.
