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(B.C.'s POV)
After talking with Emma, I had a few drinks. I was staggering drunk and going around the courtyard. That's when I saw the most sobering sight of my life. Artemis was lying there in a pool of her own blood. "ARTEMIS!" I screamed, worried. I picked her up, ready to run her to the infirmary, when I remembered my ability. I put Arty back in the blood and said the incantation, keeping my hand on her shoulder. I was hoping against hope she'd make it.
After the blood went back into the cut and her wound healed, her eyes opened and focused on me. She muttered "Oh, shit! I'm in trouble!" I grunted in response and helped her up. Thankfully, she didn't notice the tear stain on my shirt, courtesy Emma. But I noticed she kept her gaze down.
I broke the silence. "What'd El say?" In response, Elrond stepped from behind a post. Gruffly, he said, "Celebrian, dorms. B.C., office. Now." Arty didn't object to her first name. Not good. Emma came in, noted the looks on our faces, and jumped in. "Artemis, let me show you to the dorms." I nodded my thanks and followed Elrond.
"B.C., what's happening? And what's that smell?" he asked. "I dunno about the smell, El," I replied, "but what's happening where, sleepy?"
"I told you not to call me that! And you know damn well what I want to know!"
"Cool it, man! What, Emma? Man, I just know her from a long time ago."
"Then why'd she walk away at lunch? How do you know her?" He was trying to be menacing to me.
"El, you only want to know everything, you don't need to!" I yelled, before walking to the dorms.
I opened the door to my dorm, finding Jaime worried, Arty looking humbly away from me, and Emma gone. Jaime whispered, "She hasn't said anything, and Emma went for a walk." I nodded, and went over to Arty. "I may be 181, but I ain't blind, deaf, or stupid. I know exactly what that was about." She slowly turned, and her red eyes said it all. At that point, Pippin knocked on the door.
"Hey, B.C." he rasped, looking at Artemis, the look of mingled terror and worry plastered on his face as he plopped himself next to Artemis on her bed. "Arty, you aiite? What happened?" he asked quikly, looking at me for the last answer. "It's ok Pip. Breathe." I said, and laughed. His response was to look at me evilly. Arty laughed and said to Pip, "I'm fine, Pip. It's nearly midnight, you better go get to bed. See ya tomorrow." He smiled. "K. Get some sleep, ri?" "Ri."
He left, and I turned to Artemis, solemn. "Dagger." "B.C., it wont happen again." We looked at our now sleeping friends. We looked at each other, and, not speaking, went to the door. We walked outside, silent so as not to get caught by Elrond.
We reached the knoll, however, and all hell broke loose. "ARTEMIS! The dagger!" Legolas stepped out from behind a bush. "Not again?" he asked, exasperated. "Leg, just tell her to give me the dagger." "HERE!" she yelled, chucking the boot at me. I pulled it out and gasped. "B.C.? Hello?" I felt the initials on the flat, broad part of the blade.
"This was a gift to your mother. It's a hobbit- blade. Belonged to Bilbo's great- grandfather. Read the initials." Artemis and Leg stood shocked and gaping. The initials on the blade: B.C.
(B.C.'s POV)
After talking with Emma, I had a few drinks. I was staggering drunk and going around the courtyard. That's when I saw the most sobering sight of my life. Artemis was lying there in a pool of her own blood. "ARTEMIS!" I screamed, worried. I picked her up, ready to run her to the infirmary, when I remembered my ability. I put Arty back in the blood and said the incantation, keeping my hand on her shoulder. I was hoping against hope she'd make it.
After the blood went back into the cut and her wound healed, her eyes opened and focused on me. She muttered "Oh, shit! I'm in trouble!" I grunted in response and helped her up. Thankfully, she didn't notice the tear stain on my shirt, courtesy Emma. But I noticed she kept her gaze down.
I broke the silence. "What'd El say?" In response, Elrond stepped from behind a post. Gruffly, he said, "Celebrian, dorms. B.C., office. Now." Arty didn't object to her first name. Not good. Emma came in, noted the looks on our faces, and jumped in. "Artemis, let me show you to the dorms." I nodded my thanks and followed Elrond.
"B.C., what's happening? And what's that smell?" he asked. "I dunno about the smell, El," I replied, "but what's happening where, sleepy?"
"I told you not to call me that! And you know damn well what I want to know!"
"Cool it, man! What, Emma? Man, I just know her from a long time ago."
"Then why'd she walk away at lunch? How do you know her?" He was trying to be menacing to me.
"El, you only want to know everything, you don't need to!" I yelled, before walking to the dorms.
I opened the door to my dorm, finding Jaime worried, Arty looking humbly away from me, and Emma gone. Jaime whispered, "She hasn't said anything, and Emma went for a walk." I nodded, and went over to Arty. "I may be 181, but I ain't blind, deaf, or stupid. I know exactly what that was about." She slowly turned, and her red eyes said it all. At that point, Pippin knocked on the door.
"Hey, B.C." he rasped, looking at Artemis, the look of mingled terror and worry plastered on his face as he plopped himself next to Artemis on her bed. "Arty, you aiite? What happened?" he asked quikly, looking at me for the last answer. "It's ok Pip. Breathe." I said, and laughed. His response was to look at me evilly. Arty laughed and said to Pip, "I'm fine, Pip. It's nearly midnight, you better go get to bed. See ya tomorrow." He smiled. "K. Get some sleep, ri?" "Ri."
He left, and I turned to Artemis, solemn. "Dagger." "B.C., it wont happen again." We looked at our now sleeping friends. We looked at each other, and, not speaking, went to the door. We walked outside, silent so as not to get caught by Elrond.
We reached the knoll, however, and all hell broke loose. "ARTEMIS! The dagger!" Legolas stepped out from behind a bush. "Not again?" he asked, exasperated. "Leg, just tell her to give me the dagger." "HERE!" she yelled, chucking the boot at me. I pulled it out and gasped. "B.C.? Hello?" I felt the initials on the flat, broad part of the blade.
"This was a gift to your mother. It's a hobbit- blade. Belonged to Bilbo's great- grandfather. Read the initials." Artemis and Leg stood shocked and gaping. The initials on the blade: B.C.