A/N: Hello everyone. I want to thank you all for your amazing reviews and for sticking with this story untitled, I really appreciate it and am thrilled that you all like it.
I am sorry that it has taken this long to update, but i just started the first term of Uni two month ago and in between getting my life balanced and work i have not had that much time, but finally here is another chapter i hope that you enjoy it.
Luthien's POV
I felt like I was wrapped up in a blanket of ice, and at the same time being engulfed by a storm of fire, as I slowly regained consciousness.
It took a while before I was able to focus on my surroundings, but when I could I noticed that Dag was lying not too far away from me, still unconscious. With his brows knitted, as he appeared to be in too much pain.
Slowly I struggled to crawl over to him. Once I reached him, I could see that his chest rose and fell as he struggled to get air into his lungs.
"He will be alright."
My heart skipped a beat, and I turned my head to face the entrance of the cart, where the voice had come from. "Lancelot!" I whispered, more to assure myself that he was alive and alright than anything else, as I looked into the face of my brother.
My breath shuddered as I took in his appearance: his face was solemn and his eyes had sunken in and taken on a much deeper color than the last time that I had seen them. Quickly, I tried to calculate how long I had been out for, but in the end there was no way of knowing, other than we were still travelling, and I assumed that we had not yet reached Hadrian's Wall.
As if he read my mind, he answered my unspoken question. "You have been unconscious for two days; we are not far from the Wall." I nodded in understanding and he lowered his eyes to look away, and then he was on his way out of the cart.
"Lancelot!" I cried as I struggled to my feet, but it would appear that my legs were not yet sturdy enough to support me and I resorted to attempting to crawl towards him. Though there was really no need, as he had heard me weakly calling his name and quickly crossed the floor of the cart and scooped me up into a firm hug, though he remained mindful of the condition I was in.
"Luthien," his voice was strained something that I never heard coming from him. "you are the only thing that I have left! Do you know how scared I was?" Slowly he pulled away to look into my eyes. "I thought I had lost you."
"Don't worry, brother; you won't get rid of me that easily." I said in an attempt to make a joke, though I could see that it did not really work. Instead, I looked down at his chest where I saw something familiar. Reaching in, I pulled out the bear that I had carved so many years ago. "You kept it," I said in amazement.
"Of course I kept it! You made it, after all."
There was a silence so I risked taking a look at Dag. Lancelot must have followed my gaze because the next thing he said was that he would make it, and that Merenwen and I had managed to save him.