Linwë's POV

The orcs had been carrying us for several days now. Merry had feigned illness and Pippin kept dropping his things so hopefully Aragorn would find them.

When it started raining the orcs finally decided to stop. They were all complaining about how hungry they were, and we seemed to be the only thing close to suitable for them to eat.

I sat with my hands bound, my back against a tree. I was able to hold my necklace that my grandmother Galadriel gave me. /"Press the green stone in the center when you need help."/ She had said.

I rubbed my thumb in a circular motion over the gem. I pressed my thumb into the stone and prayed for someone, something to rescue us.

Moments later, I heard hoofbeats. Riders had come.

All around me the Men were killing the orcs, I saw Merry and Pippin crawl towards me and I mouthed to them to leave.

I didn't want them to get hurt further because of me. After several minutes most of the orcs were dead. I was huddled by the tree, shivering in the rain.

One of the Riders came over to me, seeing my chest rise and fall, raised his spear to stab me. "Please, stop!"

He lowered his spear carefully and looked at me in surprise. Another Rider came over, he looked to be the leader.

"It's a girl," the first Man said.

The leader looked at me closer. "Nay, she's an Elf,"

I struggled to sit up, I was weak from cold, hunger and exhaustion.

The leader pulled me up onto his horse. "Who are you?" He asked.

"I am Linwë, Lady of Rivendell, Daughter of Lord Elrond," I replied quietly.

He furrowed his brow, thinking, then realization dawned upon him.

"Get her a cloak and some food!" He barked at one of them.

Moments later I was given a cloak, which I gladly wrapped around myself, and some water.

When they set up camp I was given a bowl of soup, it contained bits of meat in it but I was so hungry I ate it anyways.

The leader sat down beside me on the log where I was sitting by the fire.

The logs had been taken from the trees of Fangorn. Which I said was a bad idea but does anyone listen to me?

He looked to me. "How did you come here?" He asked.

"I was traveling with. . .companions of mine, we were separated and I was taken by the Orcs," I explained.

He nodded and I looked at him. He was oddly familiar. "If you don't mind me asking, what did you say your name was?"

"I didn't, my name is Èomer," he said.

I nodded, if I remembered correctly then that meant. . . . .

"My uncle, Theoden King is ruler of Rohan, though his mind has been corrupted long ago," he elaborated, seeing my puzzled look.

I stretched and sighed, wanting to go to sleep.

Èomer pulled out a bedroll from his pack and handed it to me. "Come, you need rest,"

I nodded gratefully and I spread the bedroll out besides the fire. I laid down and quickly fell asleep.

The next morning we started off, riding away into the hills. Until we were hailed by three travelers. I took a lucky guess on whom those three were.

The Riders circled around them, blocking them from trying to escape.

I smiled to myself, it was Legolas, Aragorn and Gimli.

A/N
I finally updated! I'm sorry it took so long and that its so short. I've been meaning to update. . . I'm lazy though, ah well, hope you liked it!