"King Aragorn!" A solider called. "We found a child!"

The man with a crown on his head got off his horse and followed the solider. On that moment, he saw a little girl holding a dagger, trembling out of fright for seeing these strange people. Aragorn face softens, and steps closer to the child slowly.

"it's okay little one," he said soothingly. "We won't hurt you."

The little girl slowly puts down the dagger a little, afraid that he might still hurt her.

"What are you doing here out all alone, little one?" Aragorn asked soothingly, still trying to get the child to calm down.

"My parents told me to run because our home was attack by monsters," said the trembling girl, "they killed them and set the house on fire."

Aragorn looked at the parentless child and pulled her into a hug. The little girl became stiff at first, and the melted into the hug. The girl began to sob into the chest while Aragorn rocks her back and forth to soothe her. When she was done crying, Aragorn pulled back to see her face.

"What is your name, little one?" He asked

"Rána."