She sat with her knees drawn up to her chest, her chin resting lightly on her knees as she watched the dawning of the morning. Her eyes were sore from the tears she had cried the night before, though she had to admit that actually crying it all out - or as much of it as she could out - she had felt a bit better. It was horrible holding all of those tears inside.
Sighing, Fred turned her head to the side, her gaze falling on Aragorn, the Man that had stayed up to keep watch for most of the night. Once she had calmed down from her crying, Legolas had gone to sleep himself. She was fairly certain that the Elf had believed she had gone to sleep as well, but Aragorn had been well aware that she had remained awake, quietly telling her that she would be fine if she did choose to go to sleep; he would make sure that everyone in the company was safe, including her. Despite the fact that something made her trust Aragorn and his promises, she still had not been able to go to sleep, and Fred had the feeling that she would be paying for that later in the day. This was clearly a traveling company, which Fred supposed meant she would be spending much of the day traveling with them.
A small frown on the slender brunette's face, she turned her gaze from Aragorn, not wanting to be caught staring at the man, her gaze instead going over to the rest of the company. Legolas slept close-by, and Fred found herself a bit startled by how very handsome he was. It had been so dark the night before that she had been unable to see much detail of the Elf, not catching much more than a feeling of gentleness and the small shock of noting his pointed ears. Yes, she had realized that he was handsome, but he was far more so in the light of day than the obscuring darkness of night. Now she was able to see his startlingly fair features, and her eyes widened a bit at the realization that she had cried all over this incredibly gorgeous man - Elf - the night before. Oh, yeah, she had made a great impression on him. First she had been unconscious, and then she had cried on him.
With a shake of her head, Fred tore her gaze from Legolas and began looking at the others in the company, her gaze first falling on what appeared to be an old man with long hair and an equally long beard, his craggy face somehow wise. There was another man, somewhere around the age of Aragorn not too far away, though it was hard to tell much about him since his face was turned in the other direction. There were five others in the company as well, though it was difficult to tell much about any of them, except for one thing: none of them seemed to be fully grown. Frowning, she turned to look at Aragorn.
"Do you have children with you?" she questioned, trying not to sound as concerned and outraged as the thought made her. It was terribly cold outside, and it seemed that they were in the middle of nowhere...
Aragorn looked momentarily confused, but then his expression cleared, and he shook his head. "They're not children. They halflings. Hobbits," he told her, and Fred frowned again, shaking her head.
"I... I've never heard of Hobbits."
"Many in Middle-Earth haven't heard of Hobbits, so it is not surprising that you have not heard of them either. We have four Hobbits with us, as well as a Dwarf."
"And the others?" Fred wanted to know, nodding her head in the direction of the other two individuals, and Aragorn sighed.
"Gandalf is a wizard, and Boromir is like me: a man."
The young woman nodded slowly, turning her head so that she was gazing out on the horizon, no longer meeting Aragorn's gaze. She wasn't sure what it was about him that made her think of Angel. He seemed as if he were very much in control, if not of the situation, then of himself. And his gaze was so searching...
"Where are we? I.. You called this place Middle-Earth, so I'm guessing that's where I am, but... Is there anything more specific that you can tell me? It won't help me figure anything out, but it might make me feel better to give this place a name."
"The Pass of Caradhras."
"The Pass of Caradhras," Fred whispered softly, repeating Aragorn's words, knowing that there was no familiarity there. There was no familiarity anywhere in this land. She wanted to go home. "It means nothing to me."
"We're going to find a way for you to get home, Fred. Gandalf is a wizard. He may know a way-"
"There is a reason that you and your... friends... are out here in this wilderness. I doubt that you have time for my plight," Fred told him, rising slowly to her feet as she spoke, cringing at the screaming of her tight, tired muscles as she rose. She nearly tumbled over as soon as she stood, and Aragorn was at her side in a instant, steadying her.
"Be careful," he told her, and Fred frowned slightly, stepping away from the man, looking up at him. Despite his tough outer appearance, he had kind eyes, and she turned her head away from the intense blue gaze.
"I'm okay. I've just been sitting down for too long. The cold weather... Makes the muscles stiff," the young woman said, crossing her arms over her chest as she stood, for the first time realizing that at some point, a cloak had been draped around her shoulders, and she frowned slightly before pulling it tighter around herself. "Where are we going?"
Aragorn frowned slightly as if surprised by her sudden change of subject. "That is actually a long story. One that we do not have the time to get into at the moment," he informed her in the tone of someone that did not yet want to go into any details, but before Fred could say anything more, there was a small commotion in the camp as one of the Hobbits kicked his blankets off, and Fred sighed, knowing that her questions would have to wait until later...
The others were waking up.