humans

I didn't like it here very much at all so far. I'd mastered everything I could remember watching the people do; walking, running, jumping, spinning. I quite liked spinning. It was nice.

I couldn't shake the nagging feeling that there was something not quite right with how I was going about things. That there was something about me particularly off for a human. But I was too eager trying all my new things, trying to find something I enjoyed to spend too long worrying about details.

I'd even tried climbing a tree to be closer to the sky. It made me sad to be so far away from everything I'd ever known. I'd quickly learnt tree climbing was not as easy as it looked and given up. I felt very tiny surrounded by trees. There were strange noises as well.

I didn't know or remember why, but I definitely didn't like the sounds I heard, the voices. But I couldn't stop my new legs from walking towards them. Trusting my ears to lead the way. I walked slowly towards the noises. I heard people and I heard clanging and banging and all sorts of horrible noises.

Something smelt funny as well, even worse and stronger than Middle Earth in general. Smell was something I disliked a lot so far.

I was use to pure air, not this damp, close, repulsive odor that lingered under my nose this close to the ground. It was so horrible I could almost taste it.

I watched as the orc-men Sauruman had recently taken into his service emerged from the trees carrying two very small bundles. None saw me, or so much as glanced in my direction as they rushed off into a different direction. Even from a distance I could tell how dangerous they were. They were massive and an evilness that I scarcely wanted a part in spurred them on away from the obvious onslaught they had just created.

I waited until they had left my line of sight significantly before stepping out into the trees inspecting with my new eyes. It wasn't a very nice sight, though most were the dead abominations left behind by their kin that had just hurried away. Black sticky stuff covered the ground everywhere. I walked through it, stepping towards a sudden noise that had just brought my out of my horrified thoughts.

There was one that remained alive, fighting a man. A real man. A human. Another lay on the ground with arrows pierced in his middle writhing, distressed at the sight of the man and creature throwing blows and slashing their weapons at each other.

The man that lay on the ground lay his eyes on me. They widened in horror, before he clamped them shut, turning his face completely away from me in the direction of his friend, who remained fighting saurumans' foul servant fiercely.

"Aragorn" The man yelped in his direction to no avail. He yelled so loudly. Everything was so much louder now that I was this close, now that I had ears. It was sharp and desperate. I was glad I still understood them speak, language hadn't been an issue when I'd watched from above. I just knew.

He obviously needed help. He was one of the fellowship after all. Hadn't I thought just yesterday they were on the brink of failure? Maybe that was why I fell, to help those little specs destroy Saurons trinket. Then I could go home. Then I wouldn't have to worry about ash and dust choking the sky around me, I could go back to watching the world bellow me at ease.

They didn't look so little from where I was standing any more. Everything towered over me. It was scary and horrible. They didn't look as brave and strong any more either. They looked so weak and fragile. Yet somehow still bigger than I was.

I must be very weak, even for a human to be this afraid of a few of men. I felt my head tilt at the man lying in front of me. I wanted to help him, of course I did. I had always wanted to help the little men that ran around defending my beautiful land, but it was more than that.

I think...I pitied him. It was almost as though I felt I were in a better position than he was. As though I felt superior to him. I'd never felt actual pity before. Stars don't have any use for pity. Or jealousy, hate, resentment.

I was superior. I knew that already. Had he known he was in the presence of a star, he would have known it too. In the sky, that was just the way it was.
Men died, Stars shone until forever.

But It felt all wrong in my mind, I wasn't use to all these thoughts filling my head. Because I knew I shouldn't pity him, not until I was back in the sky at least. I was a girl for the time being, just a girl.

I opened my mouth quite stupidly before stopping. How do they speak? Everything else had come to me so naturally I'd just assumed I'd be able to speak their words as well as they had done. I'd understood the man after all, calling to his friend. I could walk, I could smile and blink and move my fingers through my yellow hair.

My mouth moved soundlessly. But I couldn't talk.

Even if I couldn't talk I felt as though I ought to do something. I strode forward on my new legs as quickly as I could to the dying man to kneel at his side. His eyes were still shut and he seemed still unaware of my presence.

I tried speaking again, and failed so I placed my hand gently on the side of his face and waited until he opened his eyes again. They were blue up close and very sad. He looked so helpless, covered in his blood, shaking slightly. His hair was a funny color, a bit like mine, but not so light and much shorter. He was probably in the middle of his life for a man. Young compared to me, but not young compared to men in general. He'd definitely seen much more than many of the youthful had about middle earth.

He locked his eyes on my face and lifted his hand to my cheek lifting his head up swiftly and touching his lips to mine. This was a strange way to greet someone. But I suppose I wasn't as expert on all these human ways as I'd led myself to believe over the last few thousand years.

Once he'd pulled his face away from mine he left his hand rested on my cheek. I'd seen people doing this before. Friends not enemies. It was...affection I suppose.

I let out a loud breath. A sigh. My first sigh. If this man had decided we were friends it was probably all the more reason not to let him die. I thought the best thing to do was to make him better and stop the bleeding. Then we could go on our way to Mordor and I could go home.

I pulled my hand away from his cheek only to have his hand clasp mine in his, dragging it back up to his face. This man was very strange indeed. Did he want to die? I opened my mouth once again moving it wordlessly. He didn't look confused at my lack of words, carrying on staring at me shamelessly.

He can't possibly have wanted to die. No one wanted to die. I lifted my other hand, pulling away my gaze from him, looking down at his mangled chest. This was nothing. I pulled the arrows out as swiftly and cleanly as I could manage as not to hurt him. After each arrow a grunt escaped the mans mouth.

I didn't know why but I felt bad for him again after every grunt he made. I brushed that particular emotion aside. I shouldn't feel guilt at all. I was helping this man after all.

I pushed my hand firmly down on his wounds and felt a burning tingle from my chest, running through my arm and into my hand. The man groaned and turned his mouth into my hand, that had stayed resting on his cold cheek as I'd pulled the arrows out. I pulled both hands away at last inspecting my work proudly, to the mans amazement. Better than new.

I looked down at my hand and arm. The glow had faded slightly. Not enough to worry about, but enough to make me aware that I shouldn't expend myself needlessly again if I could help it. I wriggled my fingers, reveling in the fact that I could, now that I had fingers as the man sat up drawing ragged breaths, looking a little pale but much better already.

The other man, Aragorn hurried over to our side once the orc-man had been slain at last worried about his friend. His eyes widened at the sight of me turning his head to his friend to inspect the damage I'd just fixed with little effort.

I twitched my nose tiredly shuffling away from the two men, watching me. I didn't like that they were watching me. But my eyes had started to close on their own. I willed them to stay open a little longer. I was eager to get this over with. I didn't want to waste any time that I didn't need to with my eyes shut when I could be putting my plans to get home into action.

It didn't work. I closed my eyes and lay my head gently as I could on the ground next to me, staying awake just long enough to hear a few parting words from my two new friends.

"Boromir. Who is this woman? Why is she Naked?"

I knew there was something I'd forgotten about humans.

Yay! thanks ToryIsConfusedDotCom for the wicked fast review! I didn't even realize you'd written it till I was uploading this chapter! Oh My, I haven't thought about Stardust in years, although I think I'll give it a look at, it is quite similar to this to be fair! so thanks for reminding me of that, it wouldn't have clicked on in my own head! Also, I haven't decided who's going to be romancing yet :/ Legolas would be epic so they could be like immortal together, but I have a major Eomer obsession lately, i'll just have to see how this thing goes! Thanks loads for the review, it made my bed time! :))

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