My hearing was still messed up by the time Aragorn got me up onto Weasel's back. On my command, we rode off into the night as far away from the camp as we could.
By morning, I was starting to get weaker. Whatever I just fought had some sort of magic or something.
The cut on my face bothered me more than my ears.
"I think we are far enough away now…" Aragorn said and even though he was sitting right in front of me, his voice sounded so distant.
Weasel was drenched in sweat and huffing from the long run. The poor pony had to carry both which was an effort with how big Aragorn was.
The heir pulled Weasel to a stop and looked around.
"This looks like a good place to stop."
"No...keep going...that thing might come back…" I said through the pounding headache I had.
"Forgive me for saying this but you do not look well."
"I'm fine."
It was at that moment, I felt myself sliding off the horse. Aragorn was too slow to react and I fell to the ground with a thump.
I screamed when my head hit the dirt, sending my headache into a frenzy. Sitting up, I clutched my vibrating skull in my hands.
"Shyra!"
He knelt beside me and took my wrists in his hands. I let him look at the gash on my face.
He gasped.
"You're blind!"
"You just now noticed this?!" I snapped.
"Well, I was not sure! Have you always been like this?"
"Yes! I have been blind for nearly fifty years!"
Aragorn was so shocked he couldn't speak. Instead, he just stood up and went to Weasel. He came back with a cloth for my head.
I pressed it against the wound.
"Well, you were not stabbed, which is good. I can't believe you were able to hold that thing off!"
"What was it?"
"A Nazgûl. Ringwraith. I have only ever seen them at a distance. How did you hurt it?"
"Couldn't tell you."
He stood up again, looking around. He seemed to be feeling much better.
"Stay here and I will find some king's foil."
"Estel, I swear if you leave me here I will-"
"I will be right back."
"Estel-"
"Shyra, just let me help you! I know you are perfectly capable of handling yourself but please, sometimes you need a little bit of help from others. And that's okay."
I sighed in defeat. Stupid boy.
Reaching down, I unsheathed one of my swords and held it out to him. He might need it.
"Make it quick boy."
