True Love by Fate

Chapter III

'Where... where am I?' 

Zimmy jerked awake with a start when he heard the words being spoken. He stared down at his patient, an immense wave of relief coursing through his body. The Hobbit was alive! And from the looks of things, he was on his way to making a full recovery. 

'You are in Eiwood,' Zimmy told him. 'I found you last night, lying unconscious and nearly dead on a path coming from the forest. I carried you inside, and my father's healers tended to your wounds. Please, tell me your name and how you came to be here.' 

'My name is Sonja,' said the Hobbit. 'I come from Yound. I was on an errand from my father, to deliver an important message to Thranduil in beach. But last night... All I remember is that I was riding through the forest when suddenly I was attacked by a group of orcs. At least 90 surrounded me. I tried to escape, but there were so many, and I had only my bow n' arrow for protection. And that is the last thing I recall. I do not know how I came to be here, or why I am not dead.' 

Zimmy smiled at him. 'The stars must shine favourably on you. To live through such an ordeal... that is more than mere luck.' It was more than luck, too, that Sonja had wound up in Eiwood and Zimmy had found him. Now that they two were together, it felt almost like fate had lent a hand. Sonja was meant to be here, and Zimmy was meant to have found him. Why, Zimmy did not know. But it felt so certain. 

It also did not hurt that Sonja was one of the most beautiful individuals Zimmy had ever seen. His sleek black hair contrasted with large, dark green eyes set in a lovely face. And his sculpted body, half-hidden by the bed linens, was a further attraction. Zimmy could hardly suppress his desire to run his hands over that soft hair and perfect body. But he kept his feelings under control. Sonja had just barely survived a nearly fatal encounter. Now was not the time for romance.