Disclaimer: I don't own anything and am very sorry for my defiling of all characters from Tolkien's and Peter Jackson' respective works. All other characters are from my warped imagination.
Story Notes: I'm going to be playing around with heights of characters and races. I've been reading up about their heights. Aragorn, according to Tolkien, is 6'6 tall, and Gandalf's described as being shorter by quite a bit. Elves are around 7' tall. Of course, this is all from reading on the internet. I've not read every book or essay Tolkien wrote. But the dwarves will be slightly taller than quoted and shown in films and books.
Thank you's: to fromthedeskoftheraven and thesonsofvampirethrones for being the best proofreaders and soundboards.
Big thank you's to the following: Arianna Le Fay, malfoy lea, Dantae Ophydain for their fabulous reviews. To the guest that left a review, I'm sorry you got confused with the story, but I'd love to know what confused you so that I can improve my writing. To Choaticmum, thanks for letting me know CH1 didn't upload correctly first time :)
My Love Lies Upon You
Chapter 2
Hill settlement was just that, a settlement in the middle of nowhere, atop a large flat hill, with about thirty straw-roofed huts, dotted around a central track leading to the only building that resembled a house.
Alex knew it was more than a house, but its design of a square, flat-roofed building, as opposed to the round huts, was supposed to indicate wealth and power. It was the residence of the Master of this settlement. Therefore, it was the place they stopped first.
Strider, with his messy brown hair surrounding his angled cheeks, and youthful face, stretched out his hands and lifted Alex off the horse.
She landed gently thanks to the hidden strength of his arms and he led her over to her friends. They looked leery, shell-shocked, a bit like her before her breakdown. So, with a solid strength, which she'd never felt before, she took charge.
She was still questioning how she knew so much about this place, not understanding how the information was pulled from her brain. Déjà vu crossed her mind, the feeling that you've been someplace before but never known it until that moment.
She pulled Monica into a hug, Cody and Dillon surrounding them. She whispered to her friends, hoping they would understand.
"I know this is strange, I know this all seems wrong. But please, please, trust me on this."
"What's happening?" Dillon whispered to her as he dipped his head nearer.
"You won't believe me."
"Two people are dead from rampaging… things. This doesn't happen… in our world."
If there was one thing Monica always praised about Dillon, it was his ability to adapt to any situation. Nothing threw him off, he had a sharp mind and was quick to figure things out.
"Mahal bless you, Dillon."
"What?" Dillon pulled away slightly looking down at her. She couldn't explain why that name came out. Shaking her head she knew Dillon would put it aside, for now.
Gwannyn, the Master of Hill, sat in his wooden, throne-like chair listening to the report from the Rangers. Orcs close to his settlement were not so unusual anymore. These four travellers sat at the long table in his hall, were unusual.
However, he was not such an unfeeling man as to deny them safety for the time. They foolishly carried no weapons with them, and he did not have the armaments to give them, they would have to buy weapons before they moved on.
Strider, the young Ranger barely in his manhood finished his report and Gwannyn stood looking at them before moving off the dais and down to the table. "You've had a lucky escape."
"We're not from around here, we didn't know what to expect."
Gwannyn nodded, "Aye, tis easy to see you're outlanders. Though travelling so willfully unprepared is no excuse in these dangerous times."
Dillon bowed his head accepting the reprimand, his eyes shot up to Alex, then to Monica, finally resting on his younger brother. "Where we come from, this doesn't happen."
"And where is it you're from, where dangers do not lurk hidden behind every bush or tree?"
Dillon's eyes shot to Alex, "The Shire," she barked out, jumping a little in her seat.
The Master gave a frown then seemed to accept their words. "The Shire, it's not known to me, so aye, I think you are a long way from home."
Strider cleared his throat in the universal way of getting attention. Gwannyn addressed the Ranger.
"My Lord, I may know of one who can aid these travellers. Gandalf the Grey is here. He visits the old woman."
The Master nodded, evidently knowing the name. "How is it he could help them?"
"I've heard him talk about a place called The Shire. He would be able to lead them back home, and soon so it would not impose on your generosity."
This seemed to be the words the Master understood. They could all see he was a good man, but feeding four extra mouths would be an imposition if they were stuck here for quite a while.
"Fetch him, once he is finished with the old crone."
Strider gave a half bow and left the room, a nod from the Master had a serving girl bringing in some rounded platters of food. They recognised beef and boiled potatoes, there were a few green vegetables they didn't know but it all tasted amazing.
They hung on until they were shown to their rooms, Cody and Dillon in one, Monica and Alex in the other. As soon as the maid left the ladies, they'd wandered straight over to the men.
They were surprised as they went into the room to see the guys staring at a large pile of backpacks. All of their camping gear was here, four largish backpacks on metal frames. The latest in hi-tech hiking.
As Alex shut the door, she knew the interrogation was about to begin. Dillon stood by the window ramrod straight, Cody lay on his bed, his pillow over his head, humming some random song.
Monica, however, was glaring at Alex. "Look I know this is strange." Dillon laughed mirthlessly. "And…I don't know how I knew, but…"
Dillon now moved to his bed, sat down and held out his hand for Monica. Alex was left in the middle of the room, alone. Cody sat up, sliding to the end of his bed, staring at her as well.
Three pairs of eyes regarded her with what she could only think was suspicion. Monica was her best friend, as close to her as a sister if she'd ever had one. Dillon, okay he was Monica's boyfriend, but even he'd become a good friend. And Cody was… well, he was just Cody.
"Please, don't look at me like this."
Monica was the first to look away. "I don't know what to expect," She shrugged, "And you can't blame us for staring at you."
"I know," Alex begged, "It's just… If I tell you what I know, you'll think me—"
"Crazy!" Cody piped up. "Like that's news," he huffed and slumped back on the bed.
"Cody," the mild rebuke came from Dillon, who stood up and walked over to Alex as non-threatening as possible, knowing very well her reaction if she took him as being too forceful. "Just… tell us what you know."
Alex stood there for about half an hour and explained how she knew all of this.
Cody sat silently until she'd finished, then exploded to his feet. "Dreams, your fuckin' with us, right. You've dreamt all this?" He pushed into Alex's space, the girl flung herself back, arms covering her face, Dillon quickly stepping in front of her.
"Cody," Dillon reached out to calm the teen.
"No! No, Dillon," he slashed a finger at his brother, "don't tell me this is not fucked up, that this ain't happenin'." It was Cody's tell he was stressed as his vocabulary deteriorated.
Monica stood up, going to Cody to soothe him shooting a look at Alex, but he darted out of her arms. "Fuck off, you're not my fuckin' mother so don't even try it."
All of them stood, shocked, Monica putting herself between Dillon and Cody seeing her boyfriend's face redden with anger.
"Just let him get it out of his system," Monica advised coldly, walking towards Alex.
To which a squeaky voice mimicked, "Just let him get it out of his system," Cody adding, "Stupid bitch. You're just as crazy as your fucked up friend if you're buyin' into this shit."
"Cody, one more word, and I swear—"
"You'll do what," Cody was on a roll. "Send me home? Well fuckin' do it already."
They looked at each other. Really, what could Dillon do to Cody right now? Fighting him wouldn't solve anything, and Dillon wasn't one to resort to violence. Especially not with his little brother.
"I know it's crazy," Alex spoke, staring out the window, watching an old man in a grey dress and hat shuffle towards their building. "So," she turned, heaving a huge sigh. "If anyone else knows any better what's going on, I'd love to hear it."
Gandalf the Grey had come to Hill to see the Old Woman as she was known. She was a woman nearing the end of her long, long life who had been blessed, or cursed he wasn't sure, with the gift of foresight.
He'd meant to pass through yesterday and be on his way to The Shire already. However, the old seer had demanded he stay as the next day would bring a traveller with knowledge of his quest.
The woman has foreseen it, and Gandalf knew better than to ignore her words. When the Rangers, led by Strider, had returned carrying strangers saved from an orc ambush. The old woman had watched the girl riding with the tall ranger.
Her hair was pulled back tightly into a thick bun, and her clothes although obviously for travelling as she wore men's breeches, were strange and unlike anything he'd seen. The others with her were oddly dressed as well, as though they were all out of place.
"Not out of place, Gandalf." He hated when the old woman seemed to read his mind. He didn't like mortals being cleverer than him, seemed out of balance.
"Not out of place, you say?"
She nodded towards the four strangers, "Out of time, yes, but right now they are in the right place."
With a crooked finger, knuckle swollen from age, she pointed at the woman. "This one is in the right place at the right time. Her knowledge will serve you well. It will serve him well if he chooses to accept his duty."
Gandalf shot a look down at her, "What do you mean?"
"A shield is what she will require. He must choose to be that shield."
She trotted off, surprisingly spry for such an old creature. Gandalf turned back to look at the young woman. "Come, you will be called when the time is right." Gandalf knew to trust to the old woman's words as he turned and followed her back to her hut.
When Strider found him and requested his presence, Gandalf played the old fool who knew nothing. Inside he was intrigued and wanting so much to know why one of the strange travellers would be so vital to his upcoming quest.
He followed the ranger, as he headed to the building he glanced up at one of the windows to see a young woman staring at him before turning away.
It was the woman that would be of aid in this perilous quest. Though how exactly she was to help was unclear and only talking to her would get him the information he needed.
The old woman's words about a shield puzzled him. Who was she speaking about? After all, it wouldn't just be him on this journey. There were thirteen dwarves, and hopefully a hobbit, as well as himself. Fifteen people and one of them could very well have a task set to them as well as surviving the quest.
He dearly hoped it wasn't Thorin. Oh, the King under the Mountain was a good sort. However, Gandalf couldn't see him taking this woman on the quest, nor taking up the other task. The dwarf could be very unbendable when he wanted to be. Gandalf was glad though it was Thorin who was Durin's heir and not Dain.
He was led to the great hall and waited impatiently as the strangers were brought from their rooms. A serving girl fetched light refreshments as a courtesy only, as the platter held barely a mouthful of food for each of them.
A jug of water was placed down and five battered goblets were half-filled. A sign that whatever their conversation, Gwannyn would like it dispensed with quickly.
Strider returned leading the four travellers. The first was a tall man with very short brown hair and the makings of dark stubble shadowing his chin and cheeks. He stood a head shorter than Strider and walked with authority. Evidently the leader.
The next was a woman, a couple of heads shorter than the man, with hair as black as raven feathers, pulled away and secured, the length trailing down past her shoulders. Her face was worried, but her eyes showed trust in their leader.
The third was a boy, he was about as tall as the woman, but looked shorter as he walked stooped slightly. His feet scuffed the ground with every step, his dark blonde hair falling into his eyes, Gandalf narrowed his eyes at this one. There was something about him, and Gandalf, always a good judge of character, knew not to trust this young man.
The last was the woman he needed to speak with. She was the shortest of their group, barely even reaching the chest of Strider in height. Her frame looked thinner than the other woman, as though this one was underfed.
Again, Gandalf sensed something about her, sadness, he surmised as he delved deep into his wizardly instincts. No, not just sadness. Something had happened to this young woman that left her broken in spirit, he thought he understood the old woman's words now. Yes, this young woman needed a protector, a shield. Someone who would choose her above all else would willingly give their life, their blood.
Gandalf snatched up his goblet. There was no one in the company who matched that description, for certainty. Well, he smiled as he sipped the water. Bilbo had the heart and compassion of a giant, but sadly he lacked the skill, the strength and the height to be what this woman needed.
Gandalf closed his eyes for a second and settled his thoughts. Happiness rose in him as he was given that sense from where he didn't know. But something sent him sureness across a vast distance this would all turn out for the best.
The meeting wasn't what he'd expected. The woman, he'd discovered her name to be Alex - short for Alexandria he'd found out – didn't speak. In fact, she kept her head down while the man, Dillon, did all the talking.
Their story was a strange one, nothing they said made sense. This man claimed they were from The Shire.
Gandalf knew the closest men lived to The Shire, was Bree. They then told him they were on a vacation, whatever that was, hiking in the mountains. Well, that didn't make sense as Strider had come across them outside Hill, and apart from the hills surrounding them, the mountains were leagues away.
He hadn't questioned them, merely sat and listened as the man spoke with a strange accent and put in a few sounds that made him seem sympathetic to their plight.
The warm caress from earlier touched him, and he now recognised the warming touch. So caught up in the ever-nearing quest and its surrounding events, his mind was not as sharp as it should be. He sent out thoughts of friendship and care and was rewarded with a laugh that sounded like pure light.
He listened to the instructions and when Dillon paused Gandalf threw in his question. "So, you're not really from another world? That seems rather a pity." He mumbled the last few words, loud enough for them to hear.
Alex's head shot up, her hazel eyes flicking over him. He sensed it then. Once her gaze was upon him.
This woman held power. A Power that was untapped and uncontrolled. He was instructed she would need guidance, but only the Shield could help her control this ability.
A warning glanced through his mind. It would be a hard time for both her and the Shield. They would come to the other easily, but there was a darkness that shadowed them, a presence that would see the woman and her power corrupted.
Gandalf would have to watch over her, and though his friend didn't know what would happen in detail, she knew this young woman could help in destroying a great darkness in this world.
She only needed to be sharpened like a blade to fulfil her potential, and only the Shield could ensure this would happen.
The four had taken to whispering with each other, the odd hand gesture towards him betraying their nervousness.
Finally, their leader nodded and turned back to Gandalf, licking his lips nervously.
"Look, I… We… don't know what happened, but this morning we set out on a mountain hike, and the next thing, our guide and his girlfriend are dead and we're being chased by… these things. A bunch of men killed them, brought us here, and for some strange reason Alex," here he pointed to the small woman, "has dreamed of this place."
"Of Hill?"
Alex finally spoke. "No. Not here. It's hard to explain because I don't remember all of the nightmares, just bits and pieces. It's just," she shrugged, "I just know places here… in your world."
He looked down at his lap, hiding his face from the man, Dillon, a very perceptive individual that one. The girl was hiding something, and only time and trust would get him the answers he needed.
Gandalf pulled his pipe out from some unseen pocket, pulling a bowl close he emptied the leavings into the bowl and out appeared his pouch. Filling the pipe, he glanced up making sure they were all watching. His finger lit up, a flame coming from the very tip of his index finger to light his pipe.
Four mouths dropped open.
He took a couple of puffs, before exhaling a good deal of hazy smoke in their direction. "Well, it's a good thing I was passing. It sounds like you all very much just want to go home."
He didn't expect a reply, they were still looking at the flame coming from his finger. Gandalf wagged his finger and the flame disappeared. He would never admit that it did burn his finger after a little while, but the effect he needed had been achieved so it was worth a blister or two.
Settling his pipe in the bowl after another few puffs and after offering it to the four. Three shook their heads, but the youngest one, Cody, reached for it, only to be pulled roughly back by Dillon, and admonished.
"Well, let's talk about getting you home shall we." He had them, sometimes he felt like one of those door-to-door sellers, waiting for the perfect moment for his pitch to ensnare would-be buyers.
Preparations needed to be made, swiftly. Gandalf swept along the path towards the old woman's hut. He didn't bother banging on her door, he just slid the latch up and walked in.
The old woman sat by the burning brazier warming her hands, she only had two benches and Gandalf seated himself on the empty one opposite her.
"What do you know, Old Woman?"
Eyes lost in shadow stared at him until Gandalf fidgeted in his seat, he resorted to his usual tactic of pulling out his pipe.
"My life is at an end." Gandalf maintained his focus on seeing to his pipe, "The Valar have always chosen one to be their Seer."
Gandalf spoke before popping the pipe into his mouth, "Lord Elrond has the gift of sight, as does Lady Galadriel."
"Aye, they have. But the Valar have always valued fairness. The Elves know the comings and goings of Middle Earth, for their people."
Gandalf nodded, he understood her logic. If there were two elves with the power of sight. Why should the race of man not have one? "I don't suppose the dwarves or hobbits get one. Do they?"
"Aye, they do." Gandalf inhaled, holding his breath for a moment. He looked at the old woman, her long grey, lanky hair fell about her hunched shoulders. Her body shrunken and withered, he didn't know her age, but as long as he'd known her, she'd always been old.
"Always, I have passed on visions concerning other races. The dwarves have never been open to my visions. They make their own way in this world, sometimes to their great detriment."
Gandalf smirked, "Yes, the pride and stubbornness of that race is well known." He sighed in sadness thinking of his quest, he knew even if King Thror had been warned of the sickness that would have come upon him, it would have made little difference.
"And hobbits never leave The Shire, and never have I had a vision that concerned them."
Gandalf frowned, "Yes, I suppose it is rare a hobbit would leave the comfort of home and travel the wilds." He couldn't help thinking of the hobbit he would soon be seeing. Did her words bold ill for the upcoming quest.
"I can tell you nothing of this quest, Gandalf." The old woman stood creakily and shuffled sideways before aiming for her bed. She sat on the sunken mattress looking at her gnarled hands in her lap. "I only know that if your quest is to succeed, you will need the seer, and if she is to help you, she will need her Shield."
Gandalf tilted his head to the side, he knew she would not be here next time he came to the settlement. Saddened he was, at the loss of someone he considered a friend.
"Can you not tell me anything of the Shield?"
"Aye, she will know him." Gandalf waited patiently, she drew in a heavy breath and sighed it out. She then reached over on her bed adjusted her pillow, and pulled back her blankets.
"That's it?" Gandalf was hoping for a little more information.
"I cannot help." The words were spoken so wearily, as though clinging to this life was taking the greatest strength.
Gandalf bowed his head, murmuring a sweet prayer to the Valar for this woman. He would trouble her no more. Gandalf stood, he walked over to her and placed a hand on her shoulder, feeling bones protruding through her skin. She could not look up at him as her strength seemed to fade before his very eyes, he let go and walked away, sad for the short lives of the race of men.
He closed her door and wondered to the next hut tapping on the door, he was greeted by a young woman who held a toddler on her hip. He asked the young family living there to check on the old woman in the morning. He knew what they would find, but his quest had to continue and he could not be there for the burial they would be giving her.
Dillon realised when that old man in grey said jump, everyone got jumping including them. After leaving them, the man or wizard as he'd told them had come back quietly demanding.
He demanded Strider help him, and the young man acquiesced, he demanded Gwannyn help with supplies and the Master gave in, very easily. Though Dillon suspected that was more to get them all out of his receding hair.
He demanded Dillon and the others follow his commands. Well, really, what choice did they have? The old guy said he knew how to get them home. So following him and his commands were a no-brainer at this time.
It didn't mean Dillon was going to walk into this with eyes wide shut. He wanted to know what was going to happen, and the more Gandalf tried to fob him off the more he quietly seethed and warned the others to be ready for anything.
So it was that come the next morning they would be leaving at dawn. The Rangers were on their way to a place called Bree and had agreed to escort them. It was here Gandalf stated they would secure transport and supplies for the rest of their journey.
Gandalf had been very forthcoming about that part of their trip. Their destination after Bree was to The Shire. Gandalf refused after that to say what would happen, only that they should trust him.
Dillon was a big no on that. He didn't trust this guy, he could sense Gandalf was holding something back from then. Monica listened and agreed with him, she had a sharp judge of character. Cody, well he was too caught up in the adventure of it, now he'd gotten over his freak out. The fact Strider had taught him how to swing a sword, dangerously Dillon thought, and shoot an arrow about five feet, his little brother was putty in the Ranger's hands.
Alex was the wild card. She trusted Gandalf implicitly. Dillon couldn't understand why? But, hell, he couldn't understand how Alex knew everything she did. She'd been a lot more normal before her breakdown, even though at that point she was already falling apart. At least, she'd acted more normal than now.
Dillon tightened his arm around the beautiful woman at his side. He stared at her, sleeping peacefully in his arms. God, he loved this woman so much. Monica was everything he wanted as a girlfriend and hopefully one day as a wife. He just needed to get her home first.
She must have sensed him watching her as her eyes drowsily flickered open and warm eyes, the colour of dark honey looked up at him. He smiled, pulling his arm free so he could lean over her and capture those smiling lips.
He lazily kissed her a few times before her hand swept over him capturing his desire. She gave his cock a few solid pumps and Dillon was moving over her, fitting himself perfectly between her legs.
"I love you."
Dillon kissed her, tongues tangling, pushing up a little to look at her. "I love you too. And when we get home, you're marrying me."
He didn't give her time to respond as he slid into her. He took her heated 'Yes' as she arched against him as both passion and his answer.
Alex shifted in her bed, the blankets covering her slipping to the side and easing their way to the floor. Cody sat up, staring at her body lit from the window opposite her.
He watched as she shifted again, her head tossing, arms beside her as her hands fisted in the sheet beneath her. She murmured something in her sleep. Intrigued, and armed with the knowledge Alex had caused this situation, Cody slipped from his bed and walked over to her. He stopped, standing over her, his shadow thrown over her face. All he could do was stare at her, wondering what she dreamt of now. What new hell was she envisioning for them?
He knelt down, speculative, his eyes running over her thin face. She wasn't anything to look at. She was half-starved and bony. There was nothing attractive about her. Cody turned his head and ran his gaze over her body.
She'd worn her thick jumper to bed, and he could only make out the slight rise of her breasts under the cream cable-knit jumper.
He grabbed hold of the blankets and with a quick tug they fell easily to the floor. She only shifted her legs, her fists tightening in the sheet. She wore her jeans that were baggy over her too-thin legs. It was a waste of a good pair of 501's. If it were someone like Monica wearing them, she would've filled them out just right.
But no, they were worn by a troublesome little slut. A slut who had got what she deserved a while back and couldn't handle it. A slut that Dillon protected, and Monica coddled, and he, he was supposed to be nice to her.
Cody tried that when he first met her. When Dillon first started dating Monica well over a year ago. She'd ignored him, acted as though she was better than him than all of them. Cody knew she came from a poor home, with an alcoholic father and a mother that had run out on her years before.
While Cody came from a rich family, a family who were well known in town, well respected. A family that was resourceful, especially him. He, who could buy whatever he wanted, and hurt whoever he chose. And this little slut had thought she was better than him. He smirked down at her, leaning in, his lips near her ear he confessed dangerously, "If only you knew, Bitch."
Alex stared at her hand. In it, she held something. It was like a glass stone, egg-shaped, but not really a jewel. It was smooth to the touch and seemed to have its own radiance, shot through with glints of a rainbow. It was like a star was captured inside, pulsing brightly, yet it produced no heat.
Alex found that strange, from the glow it emitted, she thought she should be burning up just from touching it. It pulsed its light again. Like some kind of signal, as though this stone was talking to her. Emitting long and short stabs of light, like Morse code.
"How do you do that?"
She looked up at him, her lover, his back was to her. He wore gold. Not material, but armour. He was stood in front of a raised platform that joined to a huge stone column. Dark and dulled, she knew once upon a time this column had been bright, a centrepiece of the hall they stood in.
"I don't," she finally answered. "It does it, itself."
"So it responds to you?"
"I guess."
He turned half-way, his hair hanging down, shrouding his face, she stepped sideways, wanting to see him.
"You can command it, you know."
Alex shrugged, she wasn't interested in the damn stone, no matter how much it spoke to her in its secret language of light. She wanted to see him.
"Why can't I see you?"
He tilted his head, so just the tip of his nose was visible from the curtain of hair. "Perhaps it's not time."
"How will I know when it's time?"
It was his turn to shrug and he moved back to the platform, one booted foot resting on the first step.
Noise from her side had Alex turning, staring into a huge amber eye broken up by the long black slit that widened in pleasure.
"Sssso thief, you've come back."
Alex darted a look over to the column, her lover was gone.
"What do you want from me?" she snarled, sick of this damn creature invading her nightmares.
It raised its huge spiked head, its long snout opened revealing razor sharp teeth, it seemed this creature was smirking at her.
"If only you knew, Bitch."
Cody yelped as he fell back from the brunt force of her fist catching him. Alex flailed and screamed in the bed, and he snarled as he pulled himself up. He'd beat the shit out of the stupid cow for this.
He stood over her as the door banged open and Cody was pushed back against the wall, held fast by the end of a knobbly wooden staff.
"What are you up to, Boy?"
Cody hated this silly old fart and his 'David Blaine' magic tricks. "Nothing," he made his voice sound wounded, rubbing his reddening cheek for effect. "She screamed, started flingin' about, I was trying to help."
"Were you now?" Gandalf didn't bother hiding his mistrust.
"Fuck off, Granddad." Cody shoved the staff from his chest, rubbing the sore spot. "I wasn't doin' anythin'. She has nightmares, okay. I was tryin' to help."
"What's going on?"
Cody pushed away from the wall and over to his brother. "She's goin' nuts, and he's makin' out I did something."
Gandalf stared at the boy, his instincts had never failed him. This young man was a threat, but Gandalf just didn't know how or why.
Monica pushed herself into the room, "For goodness sake, has nobody tried waking her."
Alex thrashed in her bed, her mouth tightly closed as though she was holding in her screams. Monica flung herself next to her and grabbed the woman against her. "Shhh, oh sweetie, it's okay." She carried on soothing her as Alex suddenly stiffened, her whole body becoming frigid. Monica swore, shouting for Dillon.
"Oh, God, I think… I think she's seizing."
Gandalf came around to her other side. The girl was pale-faced, eyes and mouth clamped shut, her stiffened body was not allowing the girl to even pull in a breath.
He thought quickly about all the magic he knew deciding what would be best. Holding out a hand, he was about to utter an incantation when the girl flopped back to the bed, and into Monica's arms.
"This can't go on." Monica cried, "It's never been this bad, what's happening to her?"
The touch of light ran through him, and when he asked, she gave him the answer. It troubled him, deeply. They would need to leave soon, before dawn.
"We shall not be able to rest more. If we are to help her, we must leave soon." Gandalf didn't wait for their reply. It wouldn't have mattered if they were in agreement or not, they had to leave before it was too late.
He set off at a quick pace, robes flapping around his long legs, to the room Strider had been given.