Here's the sequel to Little Lion Man. If you haven't read that then you will be lost. Hope you enjoy. Please review! Reviews give me reason to continue, update faster.
Chapter 1: Dying, Not Dead
I'm waking up to ash and dust
I wipe my brow and I sweat my rust
I'm breathing in the chemicals
I'm breaking in, shaping up, then checking out on the prison bus
This is it, the apocalypse
I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones
Enough to make my systems blow
Welcome to the new age, to the new age
Welcome to the new age, to the new age – Radioactive, Imagine Dragons
When Chris and Danny were born, they were already unique. The doctors called it dextrocardia situs inversus totalis. This basically means that the heart is not on the left side of the chest, but the right. This occurs in one of 12,000 people.
This was the only reason Chris did not die instantly when Boromir ran his sword through Chris. The wound is serious. Deathly serious, and Chris is in deep shit if she doesn't get the bleeding under control.
The fellowship is gone and out of sight. They started running and she can't hear them anymore. It's been well over ten minutes. A part of her wants to stay there and let the wound kill her. Why not? She's tired and ready to give up. Plus if the lack of help is to go by, the rest don't want her help anyways.
Why can't she give up? This isn't her fight. This is not her war to fight in. Nor is this her home, her world. She's a stranger in a strange land. So why stand up? Chris is lying on the floor. She turned over on her back; her left hand clutching the wound. She's still bleeding, not a lot by normal standards for such a wound, but still enough to risk death from blood loss. Must be an elf thing; blood coagulates faster than normal and the clotting decreases the time it takes to bleed out, Chris thinks fleetingly, eyes closed welcoming the darkness.
"No matter what, you keep everyone alive! No one dies on your watch!" Danny's voice echoes in her mind. With a loud sigh, Chris opened her eyes and slowly tried to sit up. Then she got to her feet. It was painful and her chest hurt. Blood was still oozing out. Chris focused her mind and concentrated on the wound. Looking down at the wound, Chris removed her hand and saw that the blood was no longer coming out. Chris used her telekinesis to stop the bleeding. Chris didn't know how long she could maintain this, but it would buy her time. Hopefully she could get help before she passes out.
She thought about the fellowship and the promise to keep them alive.
"I said I understand, not I promise." Chris smiled faintly to no one in particular. Chris started jogging lightly towards the woods of Lothlórien.
The spirits of the hobbits are down. They trudge along in somber silence. They speak to no one, not even each other and they do not look at the others in the eyes. They've reached the woods the downcast expression is still there. The others know what has their spirits down and have not said anything on the matter. They did not justify their actions, nor have they expressed their regret.
Frodo wants nothing more than to mourn the loss of Gandalf and Chris, as well as Danny. He does not know what happened, or what led him to his actions. However it was clear to Frodo's eyes that Chris was innocent of his brother's act. He did not know and his death has completely shocked him. Frodo knows this. He saw Chris' face; he saw the loss, confusion, and completely lost expression, before he locked it all away in a mask of indifference when he responded to Boromir's cry.
Frodo knows what happened to Chris was wrong, but he did nothing to stop it. He could do nothing to stop it and that is what he grieves for the most. He had not the power to stop what he saw. So how then can he complete this task?
"Stay close, young Hobbits! They say that a great sorceress lives in these woods, an Elf-witch, of terrible power. All who look upon her fall under her spell…" Gimli was saying trying to get the young hobbits' mind on other things.
"Frodo." A whispered female voice spoke. Frodo looked around in alarm trying to find the source. The others continued walking on. Did they not hear the voice?
"…and are never seen again." Gimli finished.
"Your coming to us is as the footsteps of doom. You bring great evil here, Ring-bearer!" Frodo stops in his tracks.
"Mister Frodo?" Sam comes up to his friend, wondering what ails him.
"Well, here is one Dwarf she won't ensnare so easily. I have the eyes of a hawk and the ears of a fox. Oh!" Gimli says when he sees the arrow pointed to his face. Frodo looks at his companions and sees that they are all surrounded with arrows at the ready and pointed at them. Legolas has his own arrow nocked, but it will do him no good. A blond elf steps forward towards Aragorn.
"The dwarf breaths so loud; we could have shot him in the dark." The elf spoke. Gimli gave a small growl in response.
The elves lead the fellowship away deeper into the woods. An hour into their travels with the elves the lead of the elven group went back where they came from and took three elves with him.
Haldir is confused. When he was first sent to retrieve the fellowship, he was asked to lead them away from Caras Galadhon. He was to offer any food and supplies they needed, but in the end they were not allowed into the heart of the elvish home.
So Haldir lead the fellowship to a camp where they could give supplies and any medical treatment they need, when the Lady Galadriel, communicated to his mind, that there is one more he must bring to her along with the fellowship. This made pause and think. Who was this person to make Lady Galadriel change her decision and allow the fellowship into her domain?
Haldir was disrupted from his musings at the sound of footsteps coming closer. They were light. Too light for a human, but not for an elf. As he watched for the elf, he was overcome by the smell before he saw the figure. Haldir smelled the blood. Orc's blood and blood of another, more than likely his own. He smelled of death.
When Haldir saw him he saw a small figure, barely over five feet. He was unarmed. His left hand was clutching his chest. He was covered in red blood, his blood. He was panting harshly. He tried to get his breathing under control but it was not working. He stumbled onto a tree. He was heavily leaning on the frame. He hunched over, looking on the verge of collapsing. He's panting much harsher now. He continues this before he tries to stand straight, or as straight as ever. He looks up and notices the man's face.
His face is covered in sweat and dirt, but he notices the skin. The light brown skin uncommon in Middle Earth. He also notices his stature; small, delicate almost feminine, but his eyes are hard and determined. Most of all he notices the age. He looks closer to a boy than a man.
"Are you here to kill me?" He asked in a low voice.
"No, we were sent to help you." Haldir replies. The boy sighs loudly.
"And here I was hoping for an easy way out." He says before collapsing. The others immediately rush to his aid. When they reach him, Haldir inspects him, looking for wounds. He moves the hand and sees the blood that is now pouring out. Haldir immediately rips the boy's shirt open and is once again confused. He sees thick light brown fabric wrapped across his chest. The fabric is covered in blood, so Haldir cuts and remove the fabric as well. What he finds has his eyes going wide and his face going beet red.
They were fifteen minutes away from the outpost, when Haldir and the other three left. When they arrived they were given food and medical treatment when they reached it. The hobbits were glad to have something that was properly cooked. They still refused to talk to the others, preferring to speak amongst themselves.
Aragorn was on edge. He has waited for over an hour for Haldir's return. He was suspicious about being sent here instead of Caras Galadhon. He wanted to know what would call Haldir away.
"Are you alright, Aragorn?" Legolas asks standing beside him
"I do not know if we are welcomed to Caras Galadhon." Aragorn replied honestly. He looked towards Legolas and asked something that plagued his mind.
"Are you well? You and Christian were close." Legolas gives a small grimace.
"Not as close as I would have thought." He replies.
Truth is Legolas does not know how to feel. He likes (liked!) Chris. He trusted him and it was all in vain. He was angry for what happened, but he never expected it to get that far. He did not anticipate Boromir killing him. He did not anticipate the hurtful look he received when he was on his knees staring at his eyes. To say the least, Legolas was conflicted.
Aragorn turned when he heard a commotion at the camp's entrance. Haldir and the others have returned and the Marchwarden had someone in his arms. Haldir had the person wrapped in his cloak. His face was not visible.
"Get the healers! She is in dire need!" Haldir ordered. He ran to a tent cradling the woman in his arms. When he emerged, nearly an hour later, his shirt was covered in blood and dirt.
"Who did you find?" Aragorn questions walking to Haldir. The others turn to Haldir, curious as well.
"A young elleth. She was wounded, by a sword. I do not understand how she is still alive. The wound should have pierced her heart. Yet she still breaths, but only barely."
The fellowship stares in shock. For Boromir it is like falling in cold water. It cannot be! They suspect they know who he is talking about and Haldir feels the same after seeing their reaction.
"You know her?" He asks
"Does she have short black hair that barely touches her shoulders?" Frodo asks.
"Is she dressed like a man?" Pippin.
"Does she have a mark on her right wrist?" Sam.
"Does she have darker skin?" Merry.
The hobbits are looking to Haldir with hopeful eyes. Hope that they did not lose a friend. Haldir does not disappoint. He nods in the affirmative.
"Are you sure she is a woman?" Legolas asks this time. Legolas replays a conversation he had with Chris before the Crebain came. He said that he had to tell him something, but the time or place wasn't appropriate. Was this it? At this question, Haldir goes red again.
"I am sure." He says simply.
"Can we see her?" Frodo asks timidly. Merry nods, holding Chris' weapons tightly. Boromir had taken them from Chris when she had fallen, but Merry had taken them back and refused to let go. The other hobbits stood in front of Merry whenever Boromir looked to reclaim the blades.
"She is still resting, but it is fine so long as you give me your word you will not disturb her." Haldir says. The hobbits nod enthusiastically, before Haldir allows them to enter.
"If it's really our Chris, then she'll wake up any moment." Pippin whispered to the others, but the elves heard. When the hobbits were inside, Haldir turned his attention to the rest of the group.
"Who is she and how did she come by that wound?" The others looked anywhere but Haldir's eyes.
