On Patrol (Continued from Let's Go to the Prancing Pony)

[Naaramare]

Taking a deep breath, Naaramare summoned her resolve.

"Grey Wanderer . . .do you know any way of returning memories? I ask because . . .well, I lost mine.

"I don't know how. I don't remember anything before reawakening in Imladris; I was found wandering the passes of the mountains. I don't remember my real name: I chose Naaramare because . . . " She blushed. "When I was found, my clothes were burnt, and my sense of humour tends towards the ironic. It was thought likely that whatever fire had done that had been part of what deprived me of my memories.

"I keep getting hints and flashes, as when the wraith . . .as when I said what I to the wraith. Or when I tried to befriend it's horse. But nothing concrete.

"And I wondered . . .even Lord Elrond could tell me nothing about how to regain what I'd lost, and . . . " She took another deep breath. "And if you tell me there is no hope, I shall give up trying and simply continue on as Naaramare. But . . ." She let it trail off.

I shouldn't have asked . . . .