Amdiriel is the younger sister of Boromir and Faramir, she is a young Captain of the White City and in love with a Ranger from the North but that was years ago. Now she finds herself banshied from Gondor by her father, and traveling with the Fellows...
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Maethor sat alone in the corner of the busy inn of the Prancing Pony. The hood of her dark cloak hid her face in the shadows as she sipped on her second round of ale. She watched as the people moved around the inn with drinks and laughter, forgetting the world around them. If it were only that easy for her. Maethor thought back to the events of the past few weeks.
She had been in the borders of Rohan and Gondor when she learned of a planned attack on Osgiliath. She then quickly sent a warning to the Captains of Gondor before joining up with them in the city. But not before she cut down a few ranks on her way there. Together, she and the Captain Faramir and Captain Boromir lead the men of Gondor against the orcs to victory, reclaiming the city. Not even before they could celebrate, Maethoriel had received a letter from Gandalf the Grey, an old friend asking her to help in escorting two young hobbits, Frodo and Sam for they carried a very powerful ring.
Since the battle was over and Maethor knew she could no longer stay in Gondor she left for Bree, but made sure to leave a letter with one of the soldiers explaining her reason for her swift departure to Faramir and Boromir.
Maethor snapped out of her thoughts when she felt a constant stare coming from across the room. With her eyes hidden from view, it was easy for her to find who the stare belonged to. It came from a familiar ranger, face cloaked from view by the shadow of his cloak, sitting across the room from her. She didn't need to see his face to know who it was.
Maethor could feel her heart race and break at the same time, for they shared a past he did not remember due to her father's blackened heart. Pain and anger filled her at the thought of her father so she pushed the memories aside and instead wondered what Strider was doing in Bree.
It wasn't long that four soaking wet hobbits walked into the inn and settled down at a table in the center of the large room, giving both rangers perfect views of them.
Time passed and Maethoriel tried to put the pieces together in her head as she stared at the hobbits from under the shadows of her cloak, sparing a few short glances at Strider.
Maethoriel read Sam's lips as he spoke to Frodo and discreetly pointed to the two rangers sitting on opposite corners of the room. Frodo fearfully looked over at the two figures watching them. Frodo stopped the innkeeper "Excuse me, that man in the corner there" Frodo nodded with his head "and the one of there." he said and looked in Maethoriel's direction. "Who are they?" Frodo asked. The innkeeper gulped once he saw the two figures in questions. "They're both rangers. Dangerous folk they are, wandering around in the wild. What their real names are I've never heard but around here the man is known as Strider and the women there is Maethoriel." and with that, the keeper left them.
"Strider...Mathoriel" Frodo whispered to himself as his hands fidgeted under the table with the one Ring out of sight from all the others.
Mathoriel squinted her eyes in wonder as Frodo kept his eyes closed but they shot open when his jabber kinfolk mentioned his name at the bar. Frodo stood to his feet quickly and made his way over where the other hobbit talking.
"Pippin!" exclaimed Frodo as he grabbed onto his cousin's arm. "Stead off." Pippin replied as he was turned around. But Frodo tripped over someone's feet and fell to the ground, the One Ring of Power flew out of his hand and into the air, becoming visible to everyone. Both Mathor and Strider jolted forward in their seats as they saw the Ring.
Everyone in the room watched ahs the RIng slipped itself onto Frodo's finger making him disappear from view causing everyone to gasp in surprise.
Maethor watched as Strider got up from his chair and eyed the hallway up the stairs, this gave Maethor a pretty good guess of which room was his and what was his plan as Strider began to look around. When Strider wasn't looking, Maethor quickly but quietly ran up the stairs and into the room he had been eyeing. She hid in the dark shadows of the corner of the room, sword unsheathed. She watched as Strider barged into the room and practically threw Frodo into the room.
"What do you want?" asked the scared hobbit.
"Little more caution from you. That is no trinket you carry." Strider replied as he walked over to the window with the hood of his cloak still covering his head.
"I carry nothing." Frodo stated. "Indeed." Strider said "I can avoid being seen if I wish but to disappear entirely..." said Strider as he put out the candles and looked out the window before removing his hood from his head "that is a rare gift."
Maethor felt her heartbeat quicken for it had been years since she had last seen Strider's face but it was still the same.
"Who are you?" Frodo asked.
"Are you frightened?" Strider returned. "Yes."
"Not nearly frightened enough. I know what hunts you." Strider stated.
Suddenly the sound of footsteps running up the stairs neared. Strider spun around to face the door as his sword at the ready.
The door then flew open and in came three hobbits, ready for a fight. Sam had his fist raised, Merry holding lit candles and Pippin carried a chair with him.
"Let him go or I'll have you longshanks." threatened Sam. Strider breathed a sigh of relief and put his sword away.
"You have a stout heart, little hobbit but that will not save you. Strider stated.
"Nor will it save you." Maethor said and emerged out of the darkness. Strider pulled his sword out and attacked Maethor out of reaction. Maethor herself went into defense mode against Strider as a reflex.
The duo ended after a minute or so with both swords on the side of the other's neck.
"Maethor." said the male ranger.
"Strider. She returned.
"What is your business with these hobbits?" Asked Strider. "Escorting them to safety, what's yours?"
"Same as yours by request of Gandalf the Gray." Strider replied.
It was a blessing that Maethor's face could not be seen because the look of discontent was plastered all over it.
"He requested the same from me." Maethor stated.
Both rangers then slowly removed their weapons from each other's shoulders but didn't resheath them as a precaution.
"Show your face." ordered Strider. Maethor didn't know why but she didn't feel comfortable doing so. She didn't know if it was because he hadn't seen her in years and she worried about what he may think.
"I think not." She replied. Strider made a move forward towards Maethor but she lifted her sword in retaliation. Once again, the two were at it until Maethor was backed up against the wall with her sword pinned above her head.
She let out a breath in both surprise and nervousness. The hair that had fallen in front of Strider's face moved as her breath met his face. With her pinned between him and the wall, Strider pulled her hood off her head to reveal her face. Strider felt his breath hitch in his chest as he stepped back and took in Maethor's beautiful face. Maethor had hazel brown eyes, her light brown hair still damp from the rain outside as it fell past her shoulders and her pink lips.
Immediately, Strider knew this woman, for she had haunted his dreams throughout the years for reasons unknown to him.
Both were snapped back into reality as a creak from the hard floor.
"Well, we can no longer wait for the wizard. They're coming." Strider told them. A shiver shot through Maethor's spine for she knew the wraiths were coming but she hid the fear well and just nodded.
