“That was all I saw of the shadowed figure before the darkness claimed me in its cold grip.” Mira spoke softly.
“What happened after that or do you know?” asked Elrohir, looking at her as she picked up her goblet once more.
Mira shook her head. “I didn’t know anything till the next morning to find myself under the sky and covered up in a blanket.”
Her body cried out in agony at her attempt to sit up. She couldn’t help but to cry out a soft whimper of pain. She immediately felt a man’s hand on her arm and back. Fearfully, she looked up to see the same raven haired man who she had spoken with in the street of Gondor.
“Be not afraid no more. You are safe now.” he whispered gently.
“How can I be safe…when my father is still alive to hunt me down?” Mira asked, fearfully.
“He will not know where you are…Mira.” the man spoke.
“Who are you?” Mira asked, looking up at him.
“I am Faramir, the second son of the Steward of Gondor…at your service.” He said with a smile. “I’m taking you away from Gondor to the only safe place I know of – Rivendell to Lord Elrond. I’ll ask him for sanctuary for you. He will keep you safe and protected for the rest of your life, Mira.”
“Will he? My father has ways of finding and bringing me back to him! He is better off dead then alive to hunt me down!” Mira spat at him in anger.
“Unfortunately, he might never come out of the dungeons of my father’s castle ever again,” Faramir stated calmly.
“What do you mean? He would find a way,” said Mira. She froze as she turned towards the direction that the city of Gondor was in. “Someone’s coming!”
Faramir stood up and withdrew his sword which made his men who were nearby do the same. The rider came closer as Faramir realized there was nothing to be alarmed about as he walked towards the approaching rider sheathing his sword as he went.
“Faramir, your father demands…”
Faramir growled off something and turned away from the rider to return to Mira’s side. He knelt next to her. “My father always has to bother me. I’m going to take you to Rivendell now, Mira. Can you manage to sit behind me?”
“I’ll try my best, Faramir.” Mira said, as he helped her to stand up.
“I’m sorry Faramir, but your father demands you to be home now not in three to four days to take her to wherever she’s to be,”
“I must say no. He can rant and rave all he wants but she needs to get to where I need to take her,” said Faramir, as he stood up and helped Mira to rise.
“I must object, my lord. He wants you back in Gondor now. Riders, separate them!” commanded the rider, looking at the men.
Faramir’s sword was out and aimed at his own men. “Let me take her to where I can get her to safety! My father will understand!”
“Faramir please, let me go on my own. I have a huge head start on the hunters. I can get there,” Mira said, as she placed her hand on his sword arm.
“Are you sure?” he turned to look at her.
“Yes, you have given me the chance to live now in freedom with Lord Elrond. I’m sure he’ll keep me protected.”
“All right but take with you this pouch. Within it is a scroll, which you must give to Lord Elrond; he will give you sanctuary with his people till the day you pass away, Mira.” He handed her a pouch which she opened to look at the scroll to see the seal of the Steward of Gondor on it.
“Goodbye, Faramir. If you can come see me in Rivendell,” spoke Mira, looking at him as he climbed up onto his horse.
“I shall come as soon as I am able to, Mira. Good luck. We’ll stay here till you are out of our sight.” Faramir said, as he looked at her.
“Thank you, Faramir,” Mira then turned and started to do a quick walk towards the mountains where Rivendell was located at, not knowing if she would get there before the hunters found her. She didn’t let him know that she had begun to get a slight fever and if he knew that he would never allowed her to leave to go to Rivendell on her own.