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"Rumil! Do you see anything in this metal machine?" Haldir gingerly stepped around the still-hot to the touch ruin crumpled at the base of the mountain. Despite his lady's words, he found it nigh impossible to believe there were Edain within the hulking contraption.

"Nay, brother." Rumil poked his head out from behind a wing-shaped portion of the metal wreck. "Perhaps Orophin has something. Orophin!"

Silence.

Rumil frowned. "Orophin?"

Haldir paused, studiously examining the metal ruin. "Could he have gotten... inside the machine?"

"Aye!" Orophin jumped up from the other side of the ruin. "There is a door here of strange design, and the Edain inside are even stranger!"

"There are Edain in there?" Rumil bounded over to join his brother. "How many?"

"Four that I see, brother. Two full-grown Men, two youth- and one of the youth a girl!"

That got Haldir's attention. Jumping across the wreckage with the grace only an Elf could muster, he slipped into the hole in the wall that Orophin must have just exited.

The inside of the wreck must have been comfortable, if not overly spacious, at one point. Soft fabric still covered seats, and blankets and cushions were strewn about. On the floor beside one seat was the crumpled body of one of the Men Orophin had mentioned. Moving swiftly, Haldir knelt beside the unconscious Man. "This one yet lives!"

"Where could they have come from?" asked Rumil as he followed Haldir into the ruin. "I have never seen such a thing as this before."

"I know not," answered Haldir as he pressed his fingers against the blond Man's neck, feeling for his heartbeat. "It seems to me that this one has the look of one of the Rohirrim, or perhaps one of the Men of Dale. Although I do not know why one of Théoden or Brand's people would be in something such as this..."

"Neither do I- and those Edain are very protective of their womenfolk," agreed Eruvadhor from where he knelt beside the body of a smaller Edain. "I don't understand why Men would bring a girl along like this- and such a young one, too- barely out of childhood by Mortal standards."

"There is a girl?" Leaving the Man with Rumil, Haldir crossed swiftly to Eruvadhor and the crumpled form beside him. "There is- and with hair the colour of fire! I have not seen any mortal with hair this colour, save the rare Dwarf, for a very long time."

"Nor I, mellon nin." Eruvadhor pulled his cloak off and gently wrapped it around the girl. "She yet lives as well. I know not about the other two Edain though."

"Hmm." Haldir stood back up and moved to Lagoron, who was carrying a third person out of another area of the ruin. "How fares this one?"

"Alive, though injured. He had been tied to his seat in a strange manner- I had to cut the bindings off of him." Lagoron grunted as he bore his charge out of the ruin. "This one is barely into manhood, yet the Man beside him was the oldest of the group."

Haldir nodded, giving the young Man in Lagoron's grasp a cursory check to ensure he was alive. "I and Orophin will get the Man out. Take this one and the other two outside- Mirion should be there by now, and these Edain will need healers." Leaving Lagoron to carry his burden out of the wreckage, Haldir went into the small room that the other Elf had just vacated.

The other Man was indeed older than the Rohirric-looking Man, and very tall. Though his hair was of a lighter shade of brown, streaked through with grey, Haldir supposed this Man was of Gondorian descent. And yet alive, by the grace of Elbereth. "Orophin! A hand, if you will!"

"Certainly, brother." Orophin slipped into the room and moved to assist Haldir, gripping the Man's arm. "Ai, Valar! He is tall and strong!"

"And that is why you are aiding me, brother." With a grunt, Haldir lifted the Man's legs. "Let us get him outside with his companions. From there, we can make our way to Caras Galadhon."

Voices.

He could hear voices, speaking in some strange melodic language over his head. He tried to open his eyes, to turn his head, but found he lacked the strength to do so. He could not even muster a moan when he felt hands lifting him, sensed himself being carried off somewhere. Not even the Force was answering to his groggy, slow-thinking mind. I've got to have a concussion, and possibly- All right, that got a groan out of him- Broken ribs. Dislocated shoulder. Dammit, Qui-Gon...

"Rest, man of Rohan," said one voice in heavily accented Basic as a cool hand gently brushed his hair back from his forehead. "You are safe now in Lothlòrien. You will be fine."

Lothlòrien? What planet is that? Where's Zara? 'Man of Rohan'? What...?

It was too much for Cin's concussed mind to handle. He felt himself slip back into unconsciousness.

"My lord. My lady." Haldir halted in front of the chairs of the Lord and Lady of Caras Galadhon. "We have found the Edain in the metal ruins and brought them to the city. They are being tended now by Mirion's healers- Mirion hopes that the four will awaken sometime in the days ahead."

"Hannon le, Haldir." Celeborn inclined his head to the border guard. "You shall watch over the new Edain and report to us if they awaken or are taken into Iluvatar's care."

"Yes, hir nin." Haldir bowed and walked out of the talan, the guards shutting the door after him.

Long after the Elf had left, Lord and Lady of Lothlòrien sat in silence, pondering these new tidings. Celeborn finally looked to his wife. "What do you make of these new tidings, meleth?"

Galadriel was quiet for a moment longer, eyes closed in thought. "These Edain are not of Arda, and I know not what Iluvatar's designs are. We must speak with them when they awaken." Opening her

eyes, she looked to her husband. "But I feel that they will have a large role in the future of Middle-earth. Whether for good or ill, I do not know."

Edain- Elvish word for the race of Men. (More appropriate than just saying "Men", since all of the Men are, well, not men. XD)

Hannon le- Thank you.

Hir nin- My lord.

Meleth- Love.

Iluvatar- God. (NOT Manwë. Read the Silmarillion.)

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