I am sorry to take so long in writing this next chapter. I have had a very hard time getting back to writing after the deaths of my best friend, and my grandmother.
I do not own any of Tolkien's genius. Just playing with the characters..
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Life was just unfair, that was all there was to it. Silva riel knew she did not deserve to be like she now found herself. But what could she do about it, nothing. She was stuck, walking was near impossible now. She stared at the forearm crutches how was she ever going to use them? They looked awful, bent wooden crutches with leather grips that fastened around her forearms, and handles she was supposed to hold onto. Walk with these contraptions? Ha! Not likely, and no one could make her.
She had informed one of Lord Elrond junior healers of this in no uncertain terms, this, disability as they call her inability to walk was not going to beat her.
Slowly she pulled herself up onto her feel and holding onto her bed she began to drag herself along the length of it. Not much progress was truly made as she had to pull her left leg along with her arms. Placing the leg where she wanted it to go with her hands and pulling the mattress to move along. But at least she had not had to use those terrible crutches anyway.
She finally let go and slumped to the floor in a heap, she needed a break. When she had last spoken to Lord Elrond, he had said she would have to put her pride aside and learn when to accept help. The only thing stopping her recovery now was she. But she was working on it; by herself she could prove she did not need to have those crutches to walk.
Besides, she mused as she pulled herself up onto the bed, she would get better. She could not; no she would not allow anything else.
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Elrond watched as his patient struggled along the length of the bed. She had been so absorbed in no asking for help she did not see him standing by the doorway. He knew that one day her pride would finally break, and she would have to accept the help and the aids he could give her.. But he hoped as he moved forward to continue her twice daily therapy with her, that her ability to accept her new life was not compromised by her own ego and pride.
As a healer he had seen to many sabotage their own recovery because they could not accept help, and what they had to face. But only time could tell what the future would be, or what she would let it be.
