Scarlet's finally at Rivendell! So many things can happen! Oh and chapters may be shorter. I wanted to write it drabble style… but I think I'm too long-winded to actually do so. So just enjoy the journey and as always, pray for my homework deadlines to be upon me. I actually wrote this last week but I wanted to have my next chapter ready before I posted it. Well... unfortunately, I have been so swamped that the next chapter is not ready. The omake is though. But I did not want to make you guys wait too long.

As always, here is the language key for this chapter.

"Scarlet's normal English speak."

"Westron"

"Elvish"

Chapter 11: Angelic Aid

Previously

The company came to a halt upon a hill.

"Scarlet," Theoraan called, shaking her out of her daze.

"Look up."

She did. And it was amazing.

Before her in the valley below was a beautiful city, bathed in gold by the warm glow of the setting sun. It was like nothing she had ever seen before in Panem. Green gardens dotted the kingdom whilst water though in many gleaming silver threads of light.

The twins watched the awe on Scarlet's face with great pride.

"Scarlet, welcome to Rivendell."

The company travelled through the night and reached the outermost part of the city just past dawn. They meandered through the homes and greenery, occasionally nodding to other fae who walked the paths, before coming to a stop at a junction.

Scarlet watched one of the twins – 'Dear god I should really pay more attention to differentiate between them' – speak to the company. Once he was done with his speech, all of the company turned their horses to the right and moved off. The only ones left were the twins, Figwit and his co-rider fae friend, Theoraan and herself. The smaller group then continued straight towards what Scarlet assumed was either town hall of some sort or the mayor's mansion since it was the largest building around.

Rivendell was beautiful. There was no other way to describe it. The detailed arches, intricate pavilions, sparkling streams and lush gardens were like nothing she had ever seen. Ever since entering the city –

'Nope. Not city. Kingdom.'

Kingdom indeed was the right word for a land as majestic as this. She felt as though she had stepped into one of the fairytale books she used to sneakily read as a child; neither her father nor the state approved of such old fashioned frivolity from a time long past.

The group passed under a bridge and continued till they reached a small courtyard at the far side of the mansion. There, stable hands immediately appeared to lead the horses away once they all dismounted. This time Scarlet let Theoraan help her as opposed to dismounting on her own.

Upon stepping into the shelter of the building, one of the twins turned left while Scarlet was guided to follow the rest of the group who had turned right. They walked, Figwit hobbled with assistance, down several corridors, passing several rooms before arriving at a large and airy room. The room was mostly alabaster in colour. Right across the door was an airy balcony with large open windows. Beds lined one side of the room and shelves of bottles, plants and books lined the other. There were doors on both the right and left side of the room that seemed to lead to other rooms. Scarlet assumed this was their hospital ward of some sort.

Scarlet found herself ushered to one of the beds and told to sit while Figwit was assisted to the one next to her. Once Figwit was settled, his fae friend – whose name Scarlet had yet to learn – exchanged a few words with both Figwit and the remaining twin before taking his leave.

As that fae left the room, the other twin entered with a new fae.

"Father."

"Lord Elrond."

"Lord Elrond."

Elrohir, Theoraan and Figwit took their turns to greet the newly entered fae.

"Welcome home, my son." said Elrond as he grasped his son's shoulder while visually assessing his health.

"Father, I am not the injured party here." Elrohir knew his father worried for him and wanted to put him at ease.

Satisfied his other son had returned safe, he then turned to return Theoraan's greeting, "Well met my friend. We are pleased to have you with us."

Finally, he returned Figwit's address and reassured him that he will look over his leg once he has checked on Theoraan's ward.

"Now Theoraan, I understand your ward was wounded by an arrow?"

Figwit flinched.

Elrond took note and was quick to address the issue.

"Figwit, Elladan has told me of the unfortunate events that occurred. Do not judge yourself too harshly. You acted with neither malice nor cruelty."

The others, sans Scarlet who did not know what was going on, were all quick to reassure Figwit that none of them held him accountable for the unfortunate accident.

Figwit just nodded. He knew, of course, that he was not truly at fault for Scarlet's injury and that it was an accident; but knowing and believing are very different things. He was not quite ready to forgive himself just yet.

Though all this, Scarlet just sat quietly, watched and listen. She felt a great sense of déjà vu. It was as though she had just arrived from the Hunger Games dome all over again. She was once more in a new place surrounded by people speaking a language she did not understand.

Scarlet sighed.

'I can't believe I have to go through this ALL OVER AGAIN. I haven't even mastered common tongue yet!' she lamented.

Her sigh drew the attention of the men back to her.

Theoraan took this opportunity to make the appropriate introductions.

Scarlet thought Theoraan's introduction was very lengthy and complicated. She did not understand half the things he said. The only thing she figured out was that the new fae was called 'Lordelrond' and he was going to see her arm, which probably meant that he was some sort of doctor. Judging from everyone else's reverence towards him though, he was probably someone of a pretty high position.

'Maybe he's the head healer or something,' she thought.

'Hmm, maybe,' Mental Scarlet concurred.

Elrond touching her arm brought her out of her internal mono-dialogue. He had sat down beside her on the bed and had begun unravelling the bandages. After passing them to Elrohir who took them away, he took a cloth from the basin that Elladan had brought. The basin held steaming water and several floating leaves.

Using the cloth, he cleaned Scarlet's wound of the crusted blood and then poked and prodded as he asked Elladan several questions about the wounds. Occasionally, he would look up at Scarlet to watch for a reaction.

Scarlet would just stare back and Elrond would frown before asking Elladan and Theoraan more questions.

"It is a blessing for you were able to remove the arrow completely and cleanly, Elladan. You have tended well to the wound but the trials of travel have undone your good work. This swelling is troubling." Elrond commented as he observed the wound.

"Scarlet, what do you feel?"

Scarlet was surprised that 'Lordelrond' was speaking to her. She had thought they did not speak common tongue and was mentally preparing for more language lessons from scratch.

"Nothing."

Elrond frowned. This was not a good sign.

"Please try to move your arm."

Everyone in the room stared at her arm. Nothing moved.

Elrond looked at Scarlet's focused face and knew she was trying but failing to do as he asked. Checking the wound a little more, Elrond finally understood the problem. He lightly wrapped new bandages around the wound and gave instructions to Elladan to prepare the medication necessary. Then, he addressed both Scarlet and Theoraan in common tongue to explain what he believed to be the problem; a pinched nerve caused by the swelling. Elrond explained that full recovery was possible but would take a very long time.

Scarlet heard none of what was said. She was still glaring at her arm.

'MOVE you stupid thing! Why won't you move! Why won't you move?'

She felt herself on the brink of despair once again.

'Please. Please. Pleasepleaseplease move. Please!'

Scarlet felt her eyes turn watery.

She wondered if she was now permanently paralysed or if she had to have her arm amputated. The more she thought about her future fate, the more upset she became. The fingers of her left hand began to curl and grip the pristine white sheets of the bed.

'It's not fair! Why must this happen to me!'

She banged down on the bed with her left fist as tears finally found their way down her face. The dam had broken and she was full out crying now.

The men in the room were instantly uncomfortable as all men tend to be in the presence of a female's tears; all except Theoraan who had already witnessed one crying episode many months ago.

'Has it been that long?' he thought as he repeated familiar motions, once again gathering her in his arms and arranging her into a firm hug, careful to avoid her wounded side. As he did this, he softly spoke words of comfort, continuing without pause until Scarlet was all cried out.

Once Scarlet had calmed down, Theoraan took her medication from Elrond and softly coaxed her to drink it. When she finished the cup of special tea, Theoraan set the cup aside and then continued to hold her until he felt her began to yawn. Theoraan then helped Scarlet out of her travel coat and tucked her into bed.

As he sat by the bed to keep watch over her, Theoraan was suddenly transported across time and space. He was brought back to his home at camp. Young Aubriene had just seen her twenty-fifth winter and caught a cold from the winter's frost. After feeding her broth, Theoraan had tucked his daughter into bed and then brushed the hair from her face before kissing her upon her forehead, as all fathers are wont to do.

Scarlet gave Theoraan a small smile when she felt him brush the hair out of her eyes before yawning again. She was exhausted. Crying took a lot of energy and she was pretty sure that tea had some sort of sleeping agent in it. Wriggling to get more comfortable, Scarlet gave one last small yawn before succumbing to sleep.

She wasn't sure but before the darkness took over, she thought she felt something gentle brush against her forehead.

Scarlet woke to a sunset that cast brilliant hues of red, orange and gold upon the white walls of the healing ward.

"You've awoken."

Scarlet turned to see Figwit seated up on his bed, a tome in hand.

"Figwit, what? How long was I sleep?" she asked as she used her left hand to fluff her pillow before settling into an upright position.

"Slightly more than a day. We arrived yesterday slightly before noon." Figwit answered. He wanted to ask something else but was hesitant. Scarlet's 'go-on, continue' curious face was the only reason he continued.

"Are you alright?" he asked, gesturing to her arm.

Scarlet looked at her useless arm and pondered his question.

'Am I alright? No. No, my arm is useless. Of course, I'm not alright. What kind of question is that?'

Instead of saying all that, Scarlet just shrugged.

Her response killed all conversation and Figwit went back to his book. He had seen warriors with incurable injuries before. It was very rare but it did happen so he thought he understood what she was going through.

Seeing her curled up and crying the day before was heart-breaking. Figwit had felt his guilt once again rush to the forefront of his mind. If it were not for Lord Elrond's counsel, he would now still be a figure of gloom.

After Scarlet had fallen asleep, Elrond had dismissed Elrohir to show Theoraan to his room for the duration of his stay before coming over with Elladan to check on his wound. Even as he treated the physical wound, Lord Elrond healed his spiritual wound of guilt by getting him to focus not on the unchangeable past but instead on the future. Following that conversation, Figwit had set aside his guilt and gained newfound determination to help Scarlet recover as best she can.

He had not forgotten his promise to teach her how to ride.

Unknown to Figwit, Scarlet too was focusing on the future.

'Right then, time to analyse this objectively. Best case scenario, my arm miraculously recovers!... right. Next best case scenario, after intensive therapy and training, I regain full use of my arm. That's not too bad. Next next best case scenario, after intensive therapy and training, I regain partial use of my arm. Worst case scenario, my arm continues to be useless, I learn to compensate with my other arm. Oh look. It seems to common factor is just intensive therapy and training. See Scarlet! That's not too bad!'

'Yeah… not TOO bad. Not at all. Sure.' Mental Scarlet was a pessimist.

'… urgh. How am I ever going to get over this?'

Scarlet's downward spiral into despair was thankfully interrupted by Theoraan and Elrond's entrance.

Greetings were exchanged and the two newcomers immediately went to check on Scarlet.

Elrond unwound the bandages and gave a hum of approval.

"The wound is healing well. The swelling has gone down and the wound has closed completely. Scarlet has a good chance of full recovery but it will come neither swiftly nor easily."

Elrond wrapped new bandages once more with instructions to Scarlet not to move around too much.

"Fear not my friend, not all hope is lost," he reassured Theoraan, "Scarlet will need therapy to slowly regain movement in her arm. Once she is able to do small movements, she must continue to do non-strenuous exercises to unsure that her muscles do not waste away into weakness."

Just as he finished explaining Scarlet's treatment, a knock sounded from the door.

"Father, you wished to see me?"

At the door stood the most beautiful creature Scarlet had ever laid eyes upon. This ethereal being had a flawless complexion, skin as fair as freshly fallen snow, hair blacker than the darkest night and lips red as the ripest apple.

"Arwen, come and meet your newest charge."

The angel had a name!

The angel named Arwen turned to Scarlet and dipped her head in greeting.

"Well met, young Scarlet."

AN: Wow. A lot going on in this chapter. Let's talk about them slowly.

Scarlet crying. Yeah. I actually didn't plan for that to happen. But as I thought about how an able bodied person would feel if they loss one limb entirely, I figured she had to have some sort of reaction. Hence the disbelief, desperation and anger. Yep. Really sucks to be her right now. Actually, considering the injury, it's going to suck to be her for a really really long time. I'm still debating over how much I should have her recover. I'm currently leaning towards full recovery, but now that I think about it, having a disabled character will be VERY interesting…

I'm also trying to make Scarlet's experience as realistic as reasonably possible; which is why she is probably going to eternally think that elves are fae and why she got Elrond's name wrong. She will probably get Elrond's name and title right eventually…. Maybe…

Moving on, AWWWW Theoraan- Scarlet moment! So much mush. I don't know how my Grinch-like heart can take this.

In other news, oh my god. Elrond's speech pattern is so difficult to write! I'm trying to make him sound all noble and lyrical as royal speech of old tended to be. This makes me wonder how the writers of Star Wars wrote for Yoda. Did they write it first in common English then switch everything around? If Elrond doesn't sound noble enough, please forgive me. I'm trying.

Now, Arwen. Yes. Arwen is now Scarlet's physiotherapist/personal healer. Why? Because I felt like Arwen needed to do something. She seemed too useless in the book.

In the book Arwen had very little to do except play Aragorn's ever enduring love interest. Now of course being Aragorn' love interest is very important because she was his motivation to reclaim his title. And also because her everlasting faith in him, as shown by her making the standard, must have spurred him on and gave him hope and all that.

Of course, Arwen also presumably makes a good queen. She gave her necklace to Frodo for comfort and gave up her place on the ship for him, seeing what he needed when no one else did. She is obviously very good at caring for people. And so, I thought, why not make Arwen a healer?

It makes sense. Elrond is a great healer and her brothers have been known to be healers too. Why ever not? It's certainly more useful than her being the type of women who sit and embroider cushions. Not that embroidery is a lowly skill. But she's half an elf. With a lifespan that long, she must have picked up something else besides a needle in all those years. So yes, Arwen is the inspiration for this chapter's title…. I haven't decided between Arwen and Glorfindel for the Frodo saving part yet though.

For the reader who asked if Scarlet was 12 because she's supposeed to be really small, no she isn't. I'm sorry. I made a mistake saying she was about as tall as a hobbit. I forgot they were THAT short. I only compared her to a hobbit because when she first meet's Theoraan, she isn't tall enough to be a typically full grown adult and her body shape isn't stocky enough to make him think of a drawf.

To BorysBorys who asked if Scarlet was going to live. Uh well. She's kind of the main character. Would be strange if she died so soon… unless she turns into a ghost, travels across Middle Earth and joins the undead army… IDEA! But no, sorry. Not in this story.

To all my other reviewers, I'm sorry I don't usually respond but believe me when I say I am very very very grateful for your continued support!