"...who are you?"

I tilted my head to my right shoulder when Aragorn spoke. He was awake, and seemed to be mostly conscious.

I swallowed the small bite of lembas bread that was in my mouth before speaking.

"No one important...but you can call me Stormeye, Badger or Shyra. Take your pick."

He was silent for a moment.

Not surprising. I have a way of introducing myself.

"...what was that last name again?"

"Sauron." I answered, there was a long pause and I couldn't hold it in anymore. I had to laugh.

It took me two minutes to finally calm down before I stood up.

"No, I was kidding. Was it funny?"

"No!"

"Well, I thought it was funny. The last name was Shyra."

"Shyra?" Aragorn muttered, "I've heard of that name before…"

"Good. Now, what do I call you?"

Aragorn hesitated for a moment. I stood there awkwardly waiting for his response.

What? Does he have five names to choose from?

I sighed.

"Better question, how are you feeling? Can you stand?" I demanded, turning more serious in my tone of voice.

"Uh, I feel better than I did and I think I can stand."

"Good, then get dressed. We will be leaving soon. Were there more with the company that attacked you?"

"Yes...there were over twenty."

Over twenty...damn it.

"Well then, let's not waste time in case they are following us."