[Anarya SilverBranch]

Anarya and Novannon followed the guard through the streets. Anarya could see the elf stranger's limp form in the guard's arms. She felt a deep curiosity toward the stranger ever since she had heard him utter her name. What Tinuiel had said about the stranger only heightened her interest. What would a stranger such as this have against an elf of Mirkwood?

Finally they came to the House of Healing at the edge of a long street. An elf with silver hair answered the door. His eyes went directly to the elf in the guard's arms.

"Oh my, come in come in," He said opening the door wider.

The guard walked in first and set the body of the stranger upon the nearest bed, than made a quick exit.

"What happened to him?" The healer asked, kneeling beside the bed.

"He was attacked in the forest by some foul creature," Answered Novannon.

The healer looked critically at the stranger, "He looks like none I've seen before in Mirkwood," He said looking at the two elf girls.

Anarya and Novannon said nothing. The healer shrugged and looked at the stranger's shoulder carefully, than at the rest of the wounds.

"I believe he shall pull through. I've seen worse. I think I have a special poultice that shall do just the thing for him." Announced the healer going off.

Anarya let out a sigh of relief.

"I'll go find Tinuiel and tell her of our guest's condition," Said Novannon to Anarya, low enough just so only she could hear.

"I'll stay here and help the healer," Answered Anarya to her friend, then Novannon was off.

Anarya walked up to the bed and looked at the stranger wondering what he had been through. To her surprise the elf began to stir, and slowly opened his eyes. They widened in realization of what had happened.

"What? Where am I and who are you?" The elf asked.

Anarya smiled softly, "You are in the House of Healing in the City of Thranduil. My name is Anarya,"