Just Breathe: 2. Light in the Mist

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2. Light in the Mist

I came around slowly, the crackling of a small fire causing my head to throb with pain. Cringing, I lifted a hand to my head as if to try and halt the pain in mid step. Sadly, it didn’t work. But that little bit of pain helped me to remember the deeper pain of the past… night? I did not know how many days had passed, nor who had saved me.

Breathing came easier, but my problems were not entirely solved. The heavily bandaged wound on my side still caused me great pain, forcing me to cringe as I attempted to life my head ever so slightly so that I might see the form of the shadow that sat beside the fire. The only thing that I did know about him at that moment was that it was he who probably saved my life.

Did I want to be saved? That was really the tougher question. The elf who had left me in such a shape was gone by now, long gone. If not for the mysterious shape by the fireside, I surely would have passed on. That and the voice that kept calling out to me, the voice that kept me alive so long. I forced that out of my head and decided to never mention it. I really didn’t need ‘crazy’ added to my long list of difficulties.

After edging myself up into as much of a sitting position as I could manage, my crystal orbs were able to catch a glance of my rescuer. It only took just a quick glance to tell me that he was around the human age of forty-five, with short brown hair and friendly green eyes. At the moment he was roasting something on a stick over the fire, but as soon as he saw me sit up he came over and sat next to me.

“How do you feel?” He said as he reached to hold my hand. I drew away. I didn’t want him to touch me, no matter how friendly he looked or what he had done for me. Slowly, my eyes drifted down to the bandages wrapped firmly around my side. I noticed that I wasn’t the dress that I had been injured in, rather I was wearing a tunic that was a great deal too large for me, specially cut so that my bandages could be changed.

“I am well,” I replied, delicately masking the creases that formed in my face from the pain. He shook his head slowly and then reached for the bandages. I drew away as quickly as I could, glaring at him. I could heal myself just a bit and in my mind I no longer needed his help. Sadly, it was soon to be apparent that we didn’t see eye to eye.

“I would believe you more if you were to allow me to make sure the herbs I used are working,” His voice was strained but still fairly polite and kind. No, I couldn’t trust him. Not yet, maybe not ever. My breathing increased in speed as I drew away from his callused hands again, making sure to keep my eyes on him at all times.

“Did you change me?” I asked in a cold tone. He sighed and I got even more annoyed. No elf nor human had ever seen me without any kind of clothing on my lithe body. I was beginning to feel quite betrayed. The thought of leaving the moment he wasn’t looking crossed my mind, yet I did wish to question him more.

“Yes, milady. I did not have much of a choice. You almost died a few nights ago from your wound and I do not doubt that you would have had I not helped you,” He replied, a faint hint of a smile on his face. I did not want his help like I was some sort of helpless elleth. I was not. Back home I could take on any warrior in all of Lothlorien.

Home. I began to wonder if my parents had begun to miss me yet. They could not have missed me that much, considering what they had contributed to getting me into this scrape in the first place. I sighed once myself before answering him. I did owe him a certain level of kindness.

“Then I thank you for your kindness, stranger. Might I inquire as to your name?” The last question might prove to be useful in the future, lest he ever try to harm me. I could always find him and try to hurt him. In this case I doubted that it would ever come to that. It was still a useful thing to know.

“Telir. And yours?” He said, raising one of his bushy eyebrows at me. I thought for a moment, trying to figure out if I had ever heard the name before. Nope. It didn’t ring any bells at all in my mind, so I let it pass to the back corners of my thoughts. When the request for my name came, I got a little stiff. Should I just make one up? The chances that he would know me were slim, but still existent.

“Maeve. Maeve of Lothlorien.” I said quietly as he began to nod. My eyes were on his face the whole time just to be certain that he truly did not recognize my name. When no spark appeared in his eyes, I let some of the tension out of my body. It was such a relief.

“Here. Drink this,” He said as he picked a cup up from the earth beside him and gave it to me. I was suspicious and it was obviously showing on my face, since he then told me that it was just a simple mix of herbs to help me rest. After sipping it for a while my eyes began to get drowsy and I fell into sleep once more, still unsure of my future.

This is a work of fan fiction, written because the author has an abiding love for the works of J R R Tolkien. The characters, settings, places, and languages used in this work are the property of the Tolkien Estate, Tolkien Enterprises, and possibly New Line Cinema, except for certain original characters who belong to the author of the said work. The author will not receive any money or other remuneration for presenting the work on this archive site. The work is the intellectual property of the author, is available solely for the enjoyment of Henneth Annûn Story Archive readers, and may not be copied or redistributed by any means without the explicit written consent of the author.

Story Information

Author: Anactoria

Status: General

Completion: Work in Progress

Era: 3rd Age - The Stewards

Genre: Drama

Rating: General

Last Updated: 03/26/05

Original Post: 03/26/05

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