Hi, this is my first attempt at fanfiction so be merciful. Updates will probably be slow but they will happen. If you want to point out grammar mistakes be nice and tell me how to fix them or they will remain mistakes. And yes, this is a girl falls into Middle-Earth type story but it's different. Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings or it's inhabitants. It belongs to Tolkien. I do own this pencil which, I am not using.
Trish stared at the ceiling unable to move without breaking something. Tubes ,charts, and medicine she thought I am so bored. And Trish had a right to be bored she had been stuck in a hospital bed since she had been diagnosed with leukemia 6 months ago. I wonder if athelas can cure cancer. The dull hospital clunks and rattles had given way to a new sound. The sound of her parents voices, talking to a doctor.
" She will only live around a estimated 1 day. Theirs nothing anyone can do."
"Are you sure you did all the tests right?" Her mom was talking strange with a hushed voice.
"Yes."The dull, thud of the doctor walking away did not block out her fathers voice.
"lets not tell her she would not want to know."
Trish was crushed. She had always thought that she live . Another part of her emerged blocking sadness. Her parents were not going to tell her she was dying. It was her life they were talking about and they would not tell her? Hubris. That is what it is. Trish's last thought before she blacked out.
