Disclaimers: I own Nothing! Not the characters, not the setting, not the
computer I'm writing this story on, Not the clothes I am wearing, Not the
house I live in…not that kind of disclaimer? …oh right! I am making NO
profits from this story.
Oh yeah, just before I get on with this I wanna say that this is my first story that I have had the guts to put up on here, Any reviews would be really helpful, If you think its worth going on with please say so, thankyou. Oh yeah, and I'd like to apologise to all of the characters now before I put them through loads of stuff I haven't thought of yet, and If you think by the end of this story you know where it is going…don't bet on it!
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1.1.1 "No one can have more than their due
1.1.1.1 I wanted Life
1.1.1.2 I wanted You"
The words echoed distantly around the large chamber, settling on the sleeping form hidden in the rich folds of the bed linen. Outside the air was still, heavy, thick with the smell of burning corpses, the taste of battle lingered in the air.
With the whisper of words long forgotten the tiny figure stirred uneasily. To the men and women who moved through the chamber the body belonged to someone almost otherworldly, to the owner of the voice, the spirit within was desired more.
The heavy door opened slowly allowing the woman access; she stopped by the foot of the bed watching her charge, noticing the skeletal frailness and translucent skin that covered the body. She had seen first hand the shock and fear on the faces of those who had seen him last, heard the muttered words and fearful glances. The descriptions she had heard from the men who had ridden with the Steward's son did not do justice to the sight before her.
Gathering her breath she stepped closer to the bed feeling the air grow tight about her, the presence was there, as fearful and cruel as ever. She had spoken of it to no one, even in these times with the Great War behind them many refused to listen to talk of evil.
Her pulse quickening steadily she stepped closer reaching down to feel for life beneath the skin the air became electric. Scared to the point of terror her fingers brushed the icy skin, feeling a pulse beneath them she turned and hurried for the door. As soon as it closed the suspicious look of the guard met her eyes,
"I'm never goin' back in there…Mary was right, there's somethin' not right, I don't care what the King says I'm not settin foot back in there not if the Dark Lord himself was chasin me"!
With those words she ran from the house of healing, the sound of her shoes clattering on the stone as left.
The guard's gaze moved back to the door. The Ring Bearer had been resting in that room now for eight days, nine of the women sent to care for him ran from the room having done what they had been sent to do and vowing not to step inside that door again. The guards had been able to keep the women's fears from the King and his companions this long, but his demands to see the Hobbit were growing by the day. Only by the Healer's calm words were they able to keep him away, but he would not neglect his friend for long, he knew that. The guard's eyes watched the handle, he had been in there once and felt something there, evil, true evil, but not toward the Ring Bearer but to those who would care for him…Men, they had taken something from it, something…precious.
Oh yeah, just before I get on with this I wanna say that this is my first story that I have had the guts to put up on here, Any reviews would be really helpful, If you think its worth going on with please say so, thankyou. Oh yeah, and I'd like to apologise to all of the characters now before I put them through loads of stuff I haven't thought of yet, and If you think by the end of this story you know where it is going…don't bet on it!
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1.1.1 "No one can have more than their due
1.1.1.1 I wanted Life
1.1.1.2 I wanted You"
The words echoed distantly around the large chamber, settling on the sleeping form hidden in the rich folds of the bed linen. Outside the air was still, heavy, thick with the smell of burning corpses, the taste of battle lingered in the air.
With the whisper of words long forgotten the tiny figure stirred uneasily. To the men and women who moved through the chamber the body belonged to someone almost otherworldly, to the owner of the voice, the spirit within was desired more.
The heavy door opened slowly allowing the woman access; she stopped by the foot of the bed watching her charge, noticing the skeletal frailness and translucent skin that covered the body. She had seen first hand the shock and fear on the faces of those who had seen him last, heard the muttered words and fearful glances. The descriptions she had heard from the men who had ridden with the Steward's son did not do justice to the sight before her.
Gathering her breath she stepped closer to the bed feeling the air grow tight about her, the presence was there, as fearful and cruel as ever. She had spoken of it to no one, even in these times with the Great War behind them many refused to listen to talk of evil.
Her pulse quickening steadily she stepped closer reaching down to feel for life beneath the skin the air became electric. Scared to the point of terror her fingers brushed the icy skin, feeling a pulse beneath them she turned and hurried for the door. As soon as it closed the suspicious look of the guard met her eyes,
"I'm never goin' back in there…Mary was right, there's somethin' not right, I don't care what the King says I'm not settin foot back in there not if the Dark Lord himself was chasin me"!
With those words she ran from the house of healing, the sound of her shoes clattering on the stone as left.
The guard's gaze moved back to the door. The Ring Bearer had been resting in that room now for eight days, nine of the women sent to care for him ran from the room having done what they had been sent to do and vowing not to step inside that door again. The guards had been able to keep the women's fears from the King and his companions this long, but his demands to see the Hobbit were growing by the day. Only by the Healer's calm words were they able to keep him away, but he would not neglect his friend for long, he knew that. The guard's eyes watched the handle, he had been in there once and felt something there, evil, true evil, but not toward the Ring Bearer but to those who would care for him…Men, they had taken something from it, something…precious.