[The Fifth]

Calad soon awoke to find a healer robed in white standing next to his bed. His wound had been bandaged. "Where am I!" shouted he.
"You are still in Ithilien." answered the healer softly, and she strode away.

The elf stared up at the ceiling, shivering for a moment and wrapping the blankets around himself tighter, but still he quivered. Everything he had done was coming back into his mind. Thengise. The dead guard, Thenas. Trying to kill Adoir. He rolled onto his side, facing the doorway.