Eltinuviel - Part 1
"Oy! Sire! Come here, you should see this!", one of his men shouted.
He quickly walked off in the direction of the call. He was not prepared for the sight that met him. In front of him was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. Not even the dirty rags she wore or the bloody wound on her shoulder could hide her beauty. He then realized that he was gawking. Gaining his composure quickly, he walked over to see what he could for her.
"Unconscious", Linad, who had found her began,"a blow to the head, and then of course that wound...by the looks of it, I don't think its been kept that clean."
"Aye, Linad. I'll do what I can for the wound until we get back to the city. As for the blow to the head...well...she will most likely have complete memory loss, as she was knocked unconscious", answered Eldarion.
He quickly took some Athelas out of his pouch, for it was his father that had taught him the arts of healing. Athelas was the best thing he knew to help in the healing process. As for the blow to the head...he would let the healers treat that. He did not think it wise for her to wake up in her current state. He finished with the Athelas and tore off some of his tunic to bind the wound. That would have to do it for now. The Company was still halfway between Ithilien and Minas Tirith. That was a days ride. He hoped she made it, she just had to make it.
Hours later Eldarion left her with the healers. He would have stayed with her, but his father required his presence at dinner that night. But he would be back for her, sooner than anyone would expect.
After the dinner, he immediately made his way to the second circle and the Houses of Healing. There he found that the wound was treated with due care, and that she would most likely wake in morning. Just as he was turning to leave, her eyes fluttered open. When he saw that, Eldarion was back at the bedside before anyone knew what had happened.
"Where am I? Who are you? Who am I? WHAT??? I CAN'T REMEMBER WHO I AM???", she said, or rather yelled to him.
"I am Eldarion and you are in Minas Tirith", Eldarion replied,"as for who you are, I know not, but you must have some name, therefore I name you Eltinuviel, Nitingale of the Star. For your voice is like a Nitingale, and I see the light of a Star in your eyes."
For a moment she just gaped at him, then she finally replied,"It is a pleasure to recieve such a compliment from one so noble."
"Good, because it is a pleasure to be in the presence of one so beautiful", Eldarion replied with a smile on his face.