Chapter 11 - Changes come at fall time.
Ah ha! Chapter 11 is up, and I'm slowly realising that this will have a bigger end and stuff that I first imagined, as the plot had changed just a little bit. Or a lot.
I'd like to thank everyone who has reviewed and just a note: I am slightly dyslexic so my spelling is naturally all over the place.
And again thanks to all who have reviewed, and please feel free to review some more. It gives me an Idea if what I'm writing actually get read. Well, that's just me.
Well, I hope it makes sense, and regardless of that, Amethyst chapter 11 is here to be read. _______________________________
Ash walked down the hall to the throne of his host, the King of Gondor. He had changed, as clothing had been provided, into a clean cotton shirt, and leather Weskit and a pair of britches. He felt, clean and tidy, and some how a little regal in his new clothes. The elf woman was sitting next to her husband on the throne, sitting far more regally than Ash could have imagined.
A boy he did not recognise sat on the other side of the king. He was about twelve, maybe a little older, as his rugged, outdoor face suggested. He had big brown eyes, and long, brown hair, which looked silky and fair to the touch.
When Ash reached the Throne, he bowed and knelt on the floor. 'My Lord, I thank you for saving me.'
'My boy, Ash, I believe is your name, ' Said the King, 'How long have you been with that conjuror?'
Ash kept down to the floor. He dare not get up, in case of causing offence. The conjuror always made him stay on the floor like this, and tried to squash any will left in his weak body. Usually by beating the boy as he sat like this.
'About seven years my Lord.' Said Ash.
'You may stand Ash.' Said the King, 'I wish to ask you two choices. You interest me, and in that way, I make a proposal.'
'My Lord?' asked Ash, getting up of his knees.
'Ash, I wish for you to become a servant for this court.' Said the King, 'You would not undertake heavy labour, as you have before, but run errands, sing at parties and serve at the table as my cup bearer. After a year of this service, I would be willing to give you your freedom, and in turn much wealth for your journey and my favour, but.'
The elf Woman nodded at her husband. The king continued
'If you wish for freedom, as my wife has told me of, to seek your friend and leave Gondor, I set you this proposal. I will give you supplies and money enough to last you a month, enough for a journey to the Shire, as there is much food on they way and much water. You would go with my favour, but you would be at risk from all perils that an experienced group of travellers would be able to protect you from.'
'Yes my Lord.' Said Ash, 'I understand what you want from me. I must say that I cannot live another moment without my Friends company, but I wish for your first offer. I would accept, but all the wishes inside me argue against it. I hope you understand how I feel my Lord.'
The king sighed. 'I do. You are torn in two, but you must be whole. I believe that you wish for your freedom, but I have a better offer for you. You will entertain the delegate from Mirkwood tonight, and if any of their people are travelling in the way of the Shire, you will accompany them. But, if non of them are, you must make your choice.'
'I will do that my lord, ' said Ash, 'and I shall forever be in your debt.'
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'You so cheat Amy!' said Elanor; 'There is no way anyone could win snakes and Ladders six times in a row!'
Amethyst smiled weakly at her. ' I'm sorry Elle, but I HAVE won, and that means that it's your turn to tell me your deepest darkest secret.'
'You know all of them Amy!' said Elanor whining, 'You were with me most of the time!'
'Go on! There has to be something!' said Amethyst, 'Like that secret job you had to do.'
'AMY!' said Elanor. 'All right. I've got one.'
'Go on them' said Amethyst, pulling the sheets around her.
'Once, I wished that my Dad was dead.' Said Elanor. 'I was really angry with him. ' She added, as if justifying this heinous crime.
'Why?' asked Amethyst.
'Because he was being really mean. Y'know that time Merry and Pippin and Frodo messed up the drawing room and you and me found out and then we had that big fight with them?'
'Yes.' Said Amethyst, 'We've always been better fighters!' she said, grinning, 'It's 'cause it runs in our blood!'
'Well, Dad made me stay at home for a week, helping Mama and Miss Grubb with the washing and cooking. One day, I was so tired and wet from doing the washing and I was still angry at him, mind, and I said, *I wish he was dead! *.'
Amethyst did not seem impressed by this story. 'So, is that it? Wishing your dad dead?'
'Yes! And wishing some one dead is really evil. That's what Mama said when she found out.' explained Elanor.
'It is!' said Amethyst, 'Wishing some one dead doesn't hurt anyone, as long as you don't really, really mean it. It's not like you went out their and killed them yourself.'
'AMETHYST!' said Elanor in shock.
'It isn't as evil as hurting someone, as long as you don't really mean it. I've wished people dead before, but none of them ever got hurt, as I never ever meant it. '
'Amethyst, that is so bad of you!'
'Is it? Has Ludo ever died?' she asked.
'Amethyst? You nearly killed him.' said Elanor with a squeak, 'that's bad! I never thought that you were like that before!'
'I'm NOT!' said Amethyst, 'I'm not a bad person! I didn't MEAN to hurt him! I only shook him up! Everyone said that!'
'Amethyst, I thought that you didn't mean to do.whatever you did, until now. There's something inside you that's worse than Sauron!'
'NO! I'm not as bad as he was! All I have ever done is tell you that I've wished people dead in the past, and now you act like I'm as bad as an orc! Other people do that, so why do you make out I'm so bad!'
'Amethyst, stop it, stop it, stop it!' It suddenly went more quiet than usual. Elanor kissed her gently on the cheek, as if to apologise. Amethyst grinned weakly at her again, and lay down. She felt her eyes burning. As they burned Elanor took a couple of steps back. She was scared. Scared for the second time of her best friend.
Amethyst sat in her bed, the bright purple eye's glowing like a light had been lit in them. Flashing before her eye's she saw destruction, burning, the death of a great race, the boy, the yellow-eyed boy dying, orcs overrunning the shire, other people, from every free race dying and finally, as if to sum up all the images, the death of Frodo Baggins. Next to the bloody body she saw an elf, not quiet an elf though, dressed in black, and her eyes, as black as coal. In her hand, was a knife, dripping with the same blood.
She saw all this, as if it had been condensed into a few milliseconds, and hoped beyond all hopes, that maybe all of the images had been part of a fever.
'Amethyst? Are you all right?'
'Yes.' Said Amethyst in a voice stripped of emotion, 'I think.. I think I just need a drink, okay?'
Elanor nodded, walked out to the kitchen. Amethyst's eye stopped glowing. She felt tired, no, not tired, but scared and discouraged. As if her hope had been taken away. As if she had seen something she would have not rather seen.
Amethyst turned over. She felt a little better, but not much. Amethyst coughed. She felt like she was as weak as a kitten. She turned over again, and threw a cover off her. She was sweating less now, and she could feel her temperature coming down.
Elanor came in with a glass of water. She seemed more nervous than usual of Amethyst, which made Amethyst feel her difference more. Elanor seemed to be checking of she was safe.
'Amy, are your eye's.glowing any more?' she asked nervously.
'No.' said Amethyst, 'Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you.' She sat up properly and Elanor passed her the cool glass of water. As she drank, a few drops of the cool liquid ran down her fingers a make her hand wet. She ignored this and savoured the feel of the cool water. She wouldn't have been able to face it before.
She put the glass on the table next to her, and Amethyst smiled at Elanor again. 'Want to play scrabble?'
'Yes, Amethyst.' Said Elanor, and began to rummage for the game in their cupboard. Amethyst couldn't ignore what she had seen, whether it was true or not. The whole world she knew of, destroyed. All of it gone, all the places she would never visit gone before she would have a chance to even try to go. More disturbing to her sixteen-year-old mind was the prospect of the death of Frodo Baggins.
Even the destruction of cities could not make her fear like this. His body had been covered in his own blood, criss-crossing his skin like a macabre game of noughts and crosses. The big blue eyes were wide open, as he crawled on the floor. His fingers were curled up, looking as if he had been scratching at something. The very sight made her want to scream.
Even worse though was the elf. The black eyes, as piercing as a shadow in the light, the face, thin and pointed, but the lips full and a dark red. Almost as dark red as Amethyst's hair. The long black flowing dress, like a sooty fog, flowing around her. The hair was also like a long glossy oil slick. The skin, was, like her own, deathly white, but missed out on the freckles Amethyst had.
'Got it!' said Elanor and turned around with the battered box. Amethyst felt colder for no reason. She shivered and wrapped the quilt around her shoulders tightly. Elanor put the board down on the bed and chose seven letters. She drew out the letters, and lay them out next to her. Elanor did the same. Elanor, suddenly looked at her letters strangely.
'Amy? Did you do anything to the letters?'
'No. Why?'
'I think someone's sent us a message.' Elanor turned her scrabble holder around. It read, ILOVEUA. Then, Elanor gingerly separated the words. They read, I LOVE U A. This wasn't that interesting, until Amethyst looked down at her own letters. She picked them up, put them into the holder and read the rest of the message. MYIMCOM. She separated the letters. Now they read, I LOVE U AMY IM COM. Amethyst put the letters on the board and then grabbed the bag of letters. Elanor watched on. Amethyst, with out looking took a letter out at a time, and continued the message, looking more and more puzzled as it went on.
-ING FOR U PLEASE STAY SAFE AND DON'T LEAVE THE SHIRE ASH
Amethyst starred at the board. She picked another few letters at random. They were a q, t, l and h. The message had ended.
Elanor and Amethyst looked into each other's eyes. This was strange, even though Amethyst was around. They were both learning fast that something was wrong with her. Amethyst looked at the board, and, very carefully said, 'Maybe we shouldn't play scrabble. ' Then, very slowly, she tipped the letters on the board back into the bag slowly and pout both of them back into their box carefully. They both felt a sigh of relief when they had put the lid on.
Amethyst looked away. Elanor looked away too. Then Amethyst picked up the doll she had put inside her quilt. 'Shall we play "the adventure's"? WE can't play out side, but I've got a doll here, and she can be you, and maybe, This doll..' she reached out for a red hared rag doll, 'Can be Amethyst the red.'
'So, where are the adventures going today?' asked Elanor.
'Where were we last?' asked Amethyst,
'Near a lake.' Said Elanor.
'SO, we've got to cross the lake.' Said Amethyst, as if this was the most obvious thing, 'so we need a boat. That box will do.' She said, pointing at an empty box. Elanor picked it up, and they both put the dolls in it.
'So, while they are crossing the lake, they come across a storm.' Amethyst moved the blanket beneath the boat to symbolise this.
Elanor steadied the boat, and Amethyst stopped. 'So, they get through the storm.' said Amethyst, 'but they meet a.SEA MONSTER!' Amethyst brought her hand out of the quilt and pushed the ship around a bit.
Elanor joined in and said, 'But, Queen Elanor, using her magical sword, destroyed it in a matter of blows!' she picked up the doll, and a pencil. She put the pencil in the doll's hand and made it hit Amethyst's "Sea monster" several times. Amethyst made her hand look like it whimpered in pain and swam off.
Far too soon for Amethyst it was lunchtime, and Elanor went off for something to eat. Amethyst didn't think she could eat. Rose would probably come in and try to get her to eat, but she lay down on the soft pillow, cold and a relief of her seeming permanent headache. She soon closed her eyes as her eyes started to sting from the sunlight entering her room, and promptly fell asleep. ____________________________
' We welcome, the delegate from Mirkwood, Prince Legolas and Company!' shouted a herald. Ash adjusted his new cotton shirt and stood to attention with the other servants. It was the first time Ash had ever been in the company of people who didn't despise his very sight, or treated him with less contempt than a dog.
He held Prince Legolas's cup, and was to serve him and his elves in all ways they desired. Ash waited in anticipation for him to walk in. He wondered what he would look like. He knew the tale of the ring, in vague terms, and expected him to look austere, maybe have a few battle wounds. Basically, to look like a soldier.
Ash felt so surprised when he saw him walk in, regally, looking like a young man how had never even seen old age, illness and death. But that was until you looked into his big brown eyes, which looked as if on the young looking shoulders, he held much weight. Next to him, Ash saw a face he had not though of seeing for a long time.
He had to stop himself from shouting out. * Fool! * He though to himself, * You knew he was in Mirkwood! *No one could forget the big turquoise eyes. Myotisis's light brown hair flowed over his shoulders as he accompanied Lord Legolas.
He felt his heartache and his lungs almost burst. He looked ah him, decided that he couldn't talk to him, but he made a connection anyway.
*Myotisis! * He though, * Old Friend! How are you! *
*Ash! *Thought Myotisis back, * What are you doing here? * Ash watched as a huge grin went over his face. Legolas stared at Myotisis in horror. Under Legolas's disapproving look, the grin left his face, and he went austere and cold again in appearance.
*I'm here as Legolas's servant boy. * Explained Ash.
*Servant boy? You? * Laughed Myotisis in his mind, * The day would never come I though! *
*I've been stuck in that circus for the last five years, what do you think I'm going to do? Take on the whole city? * Scolded Ash. *Myotisis, please, I need to get to the shire*
*How? * Asked Myotisis.
*Myotisis, you must pretend that you plan to go to the shire area for a little.. Trip. You must ask for me to serve you on your trip as a favour from the king of Gondor, and he shall give me to you. *
*He will? * Myotisis seemed confused, * Ash.. *
*Don't ask QUESTIONS! * Raged Ash in his head, * I will explain when you have done as I have asked! I feel another presents near the shire, looking at her. And it is not a good sign. I fear that the dark had found her already. *
Myotisis nodded, as he pasted Ash, and the look in his eyes told Ash that he understood.
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Amethyst ran in the dark, wet forest again. She could hear a hunting party, and they were after her, again. She heard someone blow a horn. She panicked, and panted as she ran. She was scared, cold, tired, and found a tree route to climb in. As she did, she noticed something behind her.
She turned around. Sitting there was the Yellow eyed Ash-boy, and he looked at her, sitting with his legs crossed up to his chest. She screamed and ran out, as fast as she could. He held out his hand for her, but she ran, not wanting to look back. She ran through the wood, her hair flowing. She felt light, all of a sudden, but kept of running. She felt something swish past her ear. She saw it was stuck in a tree. It was long knife. She screamed, and looked around.
Behind a tree she saw an elf with a bow in his hands. His blue turquoise eyes looked cold and determined to make sure she didn't go back to the shire.
She ran, as he fired more knifes at her. She was near Hobbiton now, and for some reason Bag end was near the edge of Hobbiton where she was running. She bounded down the hill, ran through the front garden and opened the door, locking it behind her.
When she looked inside again, it was burned out inside. She was confused. It shouldn't have been burned inside of Bag end. It looked like there had been a fire raging through the house, and it had been left for at least a week.
'Daddy?' she shouted, 'Daddy!' She ran, her feet crunching on the burned rafter she put her feet on.
She came to the kitchen. For some reason, that hadn't been affected by whatever fire their was. But it wasn't her kitchen, not the one she knew. This one was a white and red, not yellow, green and other earthly colour.
She ran to the table, and grabbed the table leg. To her surprise, the table stayed standing, but she held it in her hand. She closed the door, locking it and turned around.
She screamed.
Lying on the floor was Frodo Baggins. His body had been covered in his own blood, criss-crossing his skin like a macabre game of noughts and crosses. The big blue eyes were wide open, as he crawled on the floor. His fingers were curled up, looking as if he had been scratching at something.
He lifted his head, and said, 'Amethyst, don't leave me..' His head fell back to the ground.
She screamed again, and ran to his side, 'Daddy, daddy, no, no, no, no, no,' she said, working herself up in a frenzy of anger and fear. She held his head in her arms and stroked his soft hair as she pleaded with him to not die, even though he was.
She then like an animal let a scream ring out in the kitchen and let out a piercing,'NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!'
She was crying now, pleading with him not to be dead, just hurt. She looked up. Above her head an elf-woman seen in the vision stood a bloody dripping knife in her hand. She wore a ankle length, dark red dress, which hugged her figure for comfort. There was a long spilt up to her thigh though. She smiled sweetly, and said in a voice dripping like honey over toast, 'Amy, you are one of US!'
Amethyst looked at her, crying out, 'No, no, no, no.'
The woman then stepped over the body, picked Amethyst up by her shoulder, and started to shake her, gently at first, but then getting harsher and harsher, 'Amy,' said the woman in the soft voice, ' Amethyst, Amethyst, Amethyst..'
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'Amethyst! Wake up! ' Said Rose as she shook Amethyst awake.
Amethyst opened her eyes, and had to let out a yelp. It was such a shock for her sight to change from a beautiful, but deadly, elf woman to a friendly face.
The bright eyes shone for a brief second, but them went down. She could a fast beating running through her head, like a pulse. The light hurt her eyes, but did not concern her. She felt.empty. Not empty of food, or drink, but surprising empty for emotion, as if she was numb. No, a better description of how she felt was shaken, and if her emotions were to come later.
She breathed deeply for no reason and said, 'Wha'?'
'Amethyst, you scared me!' said Rose, 'You looked as if you was having a fit or something.'
'I just had a.bad dream' she said, 'just a bad dream.'
'Oh, poor darling, ' she said, pushing a little of the dark red hair out of her face, 'You were screamin' and crying out, and you sounded as if something was trying to kill you.' Amethyst smiled nervously, and Rose continued, 'I had to shake you awake, you were beginning to scare me.'
Amethyst looked at her. 'It was just.a bad dream.' She said.
'Are you sure, you looked as if you were having a fit or something.' Amethyst had clean forgotten that she knew about her dad. Nearly everyone she knew, had knowledge of his illness, and only the people closest to him knew what it was like. Amethyst's purple eyes were wide open and unusually expressionless. They usually held some sort of expression, even if it was just dreaminess, but now they held nothing.
'Maybe you would feel better if you had something to eat?' Asked Rose, putting her hand on her shoulder.
'No thank you Rose, ' she said, 'I don't feel hungry.'
'But you haven't eaten since lunchtime yesterday.' she started.
'No thank you Rose. I don't think I could keep anything down.' Said Amethyst truthfully. There was no point of eating, if you didn't feel hungry anyway, reasoned Amethyst. She felt a little guilty about this, but she honestly couldn't eat.
'Maybe just a little soup...' said Rose, absent mindely checking Amethyst's temperature and pulse.
'Please, no thanks.' Said Amethyst, 'But I'd like a little water if that's not to much trouble.'
Rose smiled. 'Course not Amy. ' She got up and went to the kitchen. Amethyst tried not to think. It was too hard for one thing, and the only thing she could think about was her fathers dead body. As she closed her eyes the sight flitted across her eyelids. She kept them wide open, not daring to blink.
She shivered again. She felt cold, so cold.'
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So, thought Ebony, the child is who we though it was. Oh, that Ash boy may think he knows about her, but he knows so very little. He thinks that she is his, just because they had a connection once or twice, and that they continual can feel each other. Well, Ebony would so be able to fix that, as soon as she got the Amethyst girl back.
Ebony opened her eyes. She was in her won room again. Ebony was, as such, a messenger. She could find out anything about any Nymph, and she was very, very good at getting signals from the future. She was good, but she knew she could not predict the future fully. Sometimes, she just had to guess which vision was true.
He room was much like one of a little girl. On the walls there were rows and rows of china dolls, all in lacy, over pretty dresses. They all had staring glass eyes, which made them, seem a little more odd than usual dolls. And the dolls weren't all in dresses though. Some wore fine suits, and uniforms like that of warriors. Many of them were male.
Ebony stood up and took one off the shelf at random. If you looked closely at the dolls, they didn't seem to have the right coloured eyes. This one she held in her hand had long floppy black hair and yellow eyes wearing a leather weskit and rich but old britches. The face had a faint smile painted on.
Ebony held it gently in her hand, and then, with a finger, gently moved its arm.
'Ebony?' she turned around. A man stood their, his eyes as purple as the setting sun, but nowhere near as purple as Amethyst's. He had fair hair, and wore a nobleman's suit. He wore white silk stockings and a white silk shirt. His waistcoat was silverish, and his britches were a dark grey. He smiled at her and she put the doll carefully on the shelf.
'Rex, 'she said, giving him a smile like that of a naughty girl, 'I wondered when you would be here.'
'And sweetie, ' he said, 'I've got my Ebony a little present.' He brought a red box from behind his back. She gasped and opened it. Inside was another china doll. Like many of the rest, it had snow-white shin, but unlike most of the rest it had dark red hair, with long curly ringlets falling over the faintly sad face. Its eyes were a bright purple, like the velvet dress it wore, with lace on it.
'Oh, Rex.' she started, as she picked up the doll, but then, it broke to pieces in her hands. The pieces disintegrated into dust, and it blew away. She looked up from the doll. 'You promised me!' she said in the voice of a child having a tantrum, 'YOU PROMISED ME THAT YOU'D GET ME A NEW DOLLY! I CAN'T PLAY WITH AMETHYST LIKE THAT!' she stamped her foot, her thin white hands turning into fists.
'Oh, Ebony..' He started.
'I WANTED JUST ONE DOLLY!' she shouted, 'AND YOU COULDN'T GET ME THAT! NOT FOR YOU ONE LOVE IN THE WORLD!' she shouted. She threw herself upon her bed, and kicked and screamed.
The man with purple eyes didn't seem to understand how to stop her. He grabbed her by the shoulders, and she kicked and screamed and kicked while Rex held her down.
'Ebony, stop IT.' He pleaded, 'You don't want to get yourself all worked up, you know it isn't good for you.'
'I don't CARE!' she shouted, 'I wanted my Amethyst dolly!'
She got up and picked up a seemingly random doll from the huge collection. He held it high in the air, and shouted, 'I'll drop it, I will drop it!'
'Ebony, NO!' he shouted, and grabbed it off her. 'If you don't stop doing this, I'll have to only let you see your dolls for business.'
Ebony looked shocked. Then she dropped down to her knees and grabbed his legs.' No Rex, I like my dolls and they like me.'
Rex seemed to relent a little. 'I'm sorry Ebony. You know I'd never do anything to hurt you, but sometimes I need to stop you from hurting yourself.'
He helped her up, and led her to the bed.' Look Sweet pea, I can't get you your dolly. I'm really sorry, but the thing is, I don't think it's actually possible. '
'Is it because she's the one?' she asked.
'Yes Chickadee. I see it takes more than magic to control her, maybe, we will need the aid of silver tongues.'
'Oh, does this mean I get to go for a walk?' she asked, clapping her hands, 'I really want to go out Rex! Can I can I can I?' she said, getting more excited by the minute. She was like a child who was being allowed to stay up late for the first time.
'Of course my little pumpkin!' he said with a little laugh, 'I'll need you very much of course, but first I'll be needing you to sort out those little hobbits. '
'Oh, I get to see the hobbits!' she said, jumping up and down, 'The ickle hobbits! I've always wanted a pet! Will you get me one?'
'Of course my little elf, you shall get whatever you ask for, that is what you deserve.' Said Rex, but then he went very serious and businesslike and said, 'But remember, you will look like a hobbit, and so shall I. I'll do the main talking, but remember, try to act like them. I know it isn't much fun, but it will only be for a few days.'
'Yes my Lord.' She said, 'but I shall be wanting some more dolls. I like to play with them. ' She then picked up a long knife and then a doll with neon pink eyes. She put the doll on the chair next to the bed, and tied it up with long pink ribbons around the wrists and ankles. She finally put on in the doll's mouth and put the knife to its neck.
'Send in Cerise, ' she said, 'I want to play with her.'
'Now, do you promise not to get blood on the walls again?' asked Rex.
'Oh, Rex, don't be silly!' she said, 'You know nymphs don't bleed like humans.' She smiled again, each tooth looking like the long white knife in her hand, just for second. 'It must have been the rosters blood.'
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'I think she's getting worse Mr Frodo, ' said Rose, 'She's been like this since lunch, and she hasn't eaten or got up. It's six o'clock now and she's just has been sleeping and shivering. I tell you, she's never been as ill as this. ' She said, with only slight recrimination in her voice, 'I wouldn't trust that Gandalf to tell the difference between a cat and a dog!'
Frodo and Rose were standing out side Amethysts room, watching her through a crack in the door. Thankfully she had gone to sleep, and they would be able to talk without her knowing.
' I'll get someone in soon to see her, but she didn't seem that bad when she came in. I just don't understand it myself.' He said, scratching his head, 'How could she start going like this?'
'I don't know Mr Frodo, and I don't much care, but I aren't having her getting worse. We need a healer and fast. She's as bad as you are in her fits. .'
Frodo was worried. 'Fits? She's had fits?'
'Yes, she was screaming in her sleep, as if something was hurting her. I don't want to know either. Gave me the shivers.'
'What was she shouting?' asked Frodo, 'Tell me!'
'She was shouting for you. Or maybe for you to go away, I can't be sure, and she was quiet scared when I woke her up. She seemed to have gotton worse.'
'Worse?'
'I mean, this morning she just had a mild fever and a bit of a headache, but now.She doesn't sound right. I don't think she can even breathe proper.'
Frodo listened. Her ever breath was laboured, as if her chest hurt. She coughed every so often, sounding as if she was drowning inside her own body.
'Rose, send a messenger down to the village, tell them to tell the healer to come fast and not to dawdle. I will stay with Amethyst for the time being.'
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Okay, Who are Rex and Ebony? What do they have in store of the hobbits? Don't their names sound like people out of the tribe?
Well, hopefully a new chapter will be up soon.
Remember, look after yourselves, and each other.
Ah ha! Chapter 11 is up, and I'm slowly realising that this will have a bigger end and stuff that I first imagined, as the plot had changed just a little bit. Or a lot.
I'd like to thank everyone who has reviewed and just a note: I am slightly dyslexic so my spelling is naturally all over the place.
And again thanks to all who have reviewed, and please feel free to review some more. It gives me an Idea if what I'm writing actually get read. Well, that's just me.
Well, I hope it makes sense, and regardless of that, Amethyst chapter 11 is here to be read. _______________________________
Ash walked down the hall to the throne of his host, the King of Gondor. He had changed, as clothing had been provided, into a clean cotton shirt, and leather Weskit and a pair of britches. He felt, clean and tidy, and some how a little regal in his new clothes. The elf woman was sitting next to her husband on the throne, sitting far more regally than Ash could have imagined.
A boy he did not recognise sat on the other side of the king. He was about twelve, maybe a little older, as his rugged, outdoor face suggested. He had big brown eyes, and long, brown hair, which looked silky and fair to the touch.
When Ash reached the Throne, he bowed and knelt on the floor. 'My Lord, I thank you for saving me.'
'My boy, Ash, I believe is your name, ' Said the King, 'How long have you been with that conjuror?'
Ash kept down to the floor. He dare not get up, in case of causing offence. The conjuror always made him stay on the floor like this, and tried to squash any will left in his weak body. Usually by beating the boy as he sat like this.
'About seven years my Lord.' Said Ash.
'You may stand Ash.' Said the King, 'I wish to ask you two choices. You interest me, and in that way, I make a proposal.'
'My Lord?' asked Ash, getting up of his knees.
'Ash, I wish for you to become a servant for this court.' Said the King, 'You would not undertake heavy labour, as you have before, but run errands, sing at parties and serve at the table as my cup bearer. After a year of this service, I would be willing to give you your freedom, and in turn much wealth for your journey and my favour, but.'
The elf Woman nodded at her husband. The king continued
'If you wish for freedom, as my wife has told me of, to seek your friend and leave Gondor, I set you this proposal. I will give you supplies and money enough to last you a month, enough for a journey to the Shire, as there is much food on they way and much water. You would go with my favour, but you would be at risk from all perils that an experienced group of travellers would be able to protect you from.'
'Yes my Lord.' Said Ash, 'I understand what you want from me. I must say that I cannot live another moment without my Friends company, but I wish for your first offer. I would accept, but all the wishes inside me argue against it. I hope you understand how I feel my Lord.'
The king sighed. 'I do. You are torn in two, but you must be whole. I believe that you wish for your freedom, but I have a better offer for you. You will entertain the delegate from Mirkwood tonight, and if any of their people are travelling in the way of the Shire, you will accompany them. But, if non of them are, you must make your choice.'
'I will do that my lord, ' said Ash, 'and I shall forever be in your debt.'
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'You so cheat Amy!' said Elanor; 'There is no way anyone could win snakes and Ladders six times in a row!'
Amethyst smiled weakly at her. ' I'm sorry Elle, but I HAVE won, and that means that it's your turn to tell me your deepest darkest secret.'
'You know all of them Amy!' said Elanor whining, 'You were with me most of the time!'
'Go on! There has to be something!' said Amethyst, 'Like that secret job you had to do.'
'AMY!' said Elanor. 'All right. I've got one.'
'Go on them' said Amethyst, pulling the sheets around her.
'Once, I wished that my Dad was dead.' Said Elanor. 'I was really angry with him. ' She added, as if justifying this heinous crime.
'Why?' asked Amethyst.
'Because he was being really mean. Y'know that time Merry and Pippin and Frodo messed up the drawing room and you and me found out and then we had that big fight with them?'
'Yes.' Said Amethyst, 'We've always been better fighters!' she said, grinning, 'It's 'cause it runs in our blood!'
'Well, Dad made me stay at home for a week, helping Mama and Miss Grubb with the washing and cooking. One day, I was so tired and wet from doing the washing and I was still angry at him, mind, and I said, *I wish he was dead! *.'
Amethyst did not seem impressed by this story. 'So, is that it? Wishing your dad dead?'
'Yes! And wishing some one dead is really evil. That's what Mama said when she found out.' explained Elanor.
'It is!' said Amethyst, 'Wishing some one dead doesn't hurt anyone, as long as you don't really, really mean it. It's not like you went out their and killed them yourself.'
'AMETHYST!' said Elanor in shock.
'It isn't as evil as hurting someone, as long as you don't really mean it. I've wished people dead before, but none of them ever got hurt, as I never ever meant it. '
'Amethyst, that is so bad of you!'
'Is it? Has Ludo ever died?' she asked.
'Amethyst? You nearly killed him.' said Elanor with a squeak, 'that's bad! I never thought that you were like that before!'
'I'm NOT!' said Amethyst, 'I'm not a bad person! I didn't MEAN to hurt him! I only shook him up! Everyone said that!'
'Amethyst, I thought that you didn't mean to do.whatever you did, until now. There's something inside you that's worse than Sauron!'
'NO! I'm not as bad as he was! All I have ever done is tell you that I've wished people dead in the past, and now you act like I'm as bad as an orc! Other people do that, so why do you make out I'm so bad!'
'Amethyst, stop it, stop it, stop it!' It suddenly went more quiet than usual. Elanor kissed her gently on the cheek, as if to apologise. Amethyst grinned weakly at her again, and lay down. She felt her eyes burning. As they burned Elanor took a couple of steps back. She was scared. Scared for the second time of her best friend.
Amethyst sat in her bed, the bright purple eye's glowing like a light had been lit in them. Flashing before her eye's she saw destruction, burning, the death of a great race, the boy, the yellow-eyed boy dying, orcs overrunning the shire, other people, from every free race dying and finally, as if to sum up all the images, the death of Frodo Baggins. Next to the bloody body she saw an elf, not quiet an elf though, dressed in black, and her eyes, as black as coal. In her hand, was a knife, dripping with the same blood.
She saw all this, as if it had been condensed into a few milliseconds, and hoped beyond all hopes, that maybe all of the images had been part of a fever.
'Amethyst? Are you all right?'
'Yes.' Said Amethyst in a voice stripped of emotion, 'I think.. I think I just need a drink, okay?'
Elanor nodded, walked out to the kitchen. Amethyst's eye stopped glowing. She felt tired, no, not tired, but scared and discouraged. As if her hope had been taken away. As if she had seen something she would have not rather seen.
Amethyst turned over. She felt a little better, but not much. Amethyst coughed. She felt like she was as weak as a kitten. She turned over again, and threw a cover off her. She was sweating less now, and she could feel her temperature coming down.
Elanor came in with a glass of water. She seemed more nervous than usual of Amethyst, which made Amethyst feel her difference more. Elanor seemed to be checking of she was safe.
'Amy, are your eye's.glowing any more?' she asked nervously.
'No.' said Amethyst, 'Don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you.' She sat up properly and Elanor passed her the cool glass of water. As she drank, a few drops of the cool liquid ran down her fingers a make her hand wet. She ignored this and savoured the feel of the cool water. She wouldn't have been able to face it before.
She put the glass on the table next to her, and Amethyst smiled at Elanor again. 'Want to play scrabble?'
'Yes, Amethyst.' Said Elanor, and began to rummage for the game in their cupboard. Amethyst couldn't ignore what she had seen, whether it was true or not. The whole world she knew of, destroyed. All of it gone, all the places she would never visit gone before she would have a chance to even try to go. More disturbing to her sixteen-year-old mind was the prospect of the death of Frodo Baggins.
Even the destruction of cities could not make her fear like this. His body had been covered in his own blood, criss-crossing his skin like a macabre game of noughts and crosses. The big blue eyes were wide open, as he crawled on the floor. His fingers were curled up, looking as if he had been scratching at something. The very sight made her want to scream.
Even worse though was the elf. The black eyes, as piercing as a shadow in the light, the face, thin and pointed, but the lips full and a dark red. Almost as dark red as Amethyst's hair. The long black flowing dress, like a sooty fog, flowing around her. The hair was also like a long glossy oil slick. The skin, was, like her own, deathly white, but missed out on the freckles Amethyst had.
'Got it!' said Elanor and turned around with the battered box. Amethyst felt colder for no reason. She shivered and wrapped the quilt around her shoulders tightly. Elanor put the board down on the bed and chose seven letters. She drew out the letters, and lay them out next to her. Elanor did the same. Elanor, suddenly looked at her letters strangely.
'Amy? Did you do anything to the letters?'
'No. Why?'
'I think someone's sent us a message.' Elanor turned her scrabble holder around. It read, ILOVEUA. Then, Elanor gingerly separated the words. They read, I LOVE U A. This wasn't that interesting, until Amethyst looked down at her own letters. She picked them up, put them into the holder and read the rest of the message. MYIMCOM. She separated the letters. Now they read, I LOVE U AMY IM COM. Amethyst put the letters on the board and then grabbed the bag of letters. Elanor watched on. Amethyst, with out looking took a letter out at a time, and continued the message, looking more and more puzzled as it went on.
-ING FOR U PLEASE STAY SAFE AND DON'T LEAVE THE SHIRE ASH
Amethyst starred at the board. She picked another few letters at random. They were a q, t, l and h. The message had ended.
Elanor and Amethyst looked into each other's eyes. This was strange, even though Amethyst was around. They were both learning fast that something was wrong with her. Amethyst looked at the board, and, very carefully said, 'Maybe we shouldn't play scrabble. ' Then, very slowly, she tipped the letters on the board back into the bag slowly and pout both of them back into their box carefully. They both felt a sigh of relief when they had put the lid on.
Amethyst looked away. Elanor looked away too. Then Amethyst picked up the doll she had put inside her quilt. 'Shall we play "the adventure's"? WE can't play out side, but I've got a doll here, and she can be you, and maybe, This doll..' she reached out for a red hared rag doll, 'Can be Amethyst the red.'
'So, where are the adventures going today?' asked Elanor.
'Where were we last?' asked Amethyst,
'Near a lake.' Said Elanor.
'SO, we've got to cross the lake.' Said Amethyst, as if this was the most obvious thing, 'so we need a boat. That box will do.' She said, pointing at an empty box. Elanor picked it up, and they both put the dolls in it.
'So, while they are crossing the lake, they come across a storm.' Amethyst moved the blanket beneath the boat to symbolise this.
Elanor steadied the boat, and Amethyst stopped. 'So, they get through the storm.' said Amethyst, 'but they meet a.SEA MONSTER!' Amethyst brought her hand out of the quilt and pushed the ship around a bit.
Elanor joined in and said, 'But, Queen Elanor, using her magical sword, destroyed it in a matter of blows!' she picked up the doll, and a pencil. She put the pencil in the doll's hand and made it hit Amethyst's "Sea monster" several times. Amethyst made her hand look like it whimpered in pain and swam off.
Far too soon for Amethyst it was lunchtime, and Elanor went off for something to eat. Amethyst didn't think she could eat. Rose would probably come in and try to get her to eat, but she lay down on the soft pillow, cold and a relief of her seeming permanent headache. She soon closed her eyes as her eyes started to sting from the sunlight entering her room, and promptly fell asleep. ____________________________
' We welcome, the delegate from Mirkwood, Prince Legolas and Company!' shouted a herald. Ash adjusted his new cotton shirt and stood to attention with the other servants. It was the first time Ash had ever been in the company of people who didn't despise his very sight, or treated him with less contempt than a dog.
He held Prince Legolas's cup, and was to serve him and his elves in all ways they desired. Ash waited in anticipation for him to walk in. He wondered what he would look like. He knew the tale of the ring, in vague terms, and expected him to look austere, maybe have a few battle wounds. Basically, to look like a soldier.
Ash felt so surprised when he saw him walk in, regally, looking like a young man how had never even seen old age, illness and death. But that was until you looked into his big brown eyes, which looked as if on the young looking shoulders, he held much weight. Next to him, Ash saw a face he had not though of seeing for a long time.
He had to stop himself from shouting out. * Fool! * He though to himself, * You knew he was in Mirkwood! *No one could forget the big turquoise eyes. Myotisis's light brown hair flowed over his shoulders as he accompanied Lord Legolas.
He felt his heartache and his lungs almost burst. He looked ah him, decided that he couldn't talk to him, but he made a connection anyway.
*Myotisis! * He though, * Old Friend! How are you! *
*Ash! *Thought Myotisis back, * What are you doing here? * Ash watched as a huge grin went over his face. Legolas stared at Myotisis in horror. Under Legolas's disapproving look, the grin left his face, and he went austere and cold again in appearance.
*I'm here as Legolas's servant boy. * Explained Ash.
*Servant boy? You? * Laughed Myotisis in his mind, * The day would never come I though! *
*I've been stuck in that circus for the last five years, what do you think I'm going to do? Take on the whole city? * Scolded Ash. *Myotisis, please, I need to get to the shire*
*How? * Asked Myotisis.
*Myotisis, you must pretend that you plan to go to the shire area for a little.. Trip. You must ask for me to serve you on your trip as a favour from the king of Gondor, and he shall give me to you. *
*He will? * Myotisis seemed confused, * Ash.. *
*Don't ask QUESTIONS! * Raged Ash in his head, * I will explain when you have done as I have asked! I feel another presents near the shire, looking at her. And it is not a good sign. I fear that the dark had found her already. *
Myotisis nodded, as he pasted Ash, and the look in his eyes told Ash that he understood.
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Amethyst ran in the dark, wet forest again. She could hear a hunting party, and they were after her, again. She heard someone blow a horn. She panicked, and panted as she ran. She was scared, cold, tired, and found a tree route to climb in. As she did, she noticed something behind her.
She turned around. Sitting there was the Yellow eyed Ash-boy, and he looked at her, sitting with his legs crossed up to his chest. She screamed and ran out, as fast as she could. He held out his hand for her, but she ran, not wanting to look back. She ran through the wood, her hair flowing. She felt light, all of a sudden, but kept of running. She felt something swish past her ear. She saw it was stuck in a tree. It was long knife. She screamed, and looked around.
Behind a tree she saw an elf with a bow in his hands. His blue turquoise eyes looked cold and determined to make sure she didn't go back to the shire.
She ran, as he fired more knifes at her. She was near Hobbiton now, and for some reason Bag end was near the edge of Hobbiton where she was running. She bounded down the hill, ran through the front garden and opened the door, locking it behind her.
When she looked inside again, it was burned out inside. She was confused. It shouldn't have been burned inside of Bag end. It looked like there had been a fire raging through the house, and it had been left for at least a week.
'Daddy?' she shouted, 'Daddy!' She ran, her feet crunching on the burned rafter she put her feet on.
She came to the kitchen. For some reason, that hadn't been affected by whatever fire their was. But it wasn't her kitchen, not the one she knew. This one was a white and red, not yellow, green and other earthly colour.
She ran to the table, and grabbed the table leg. To her surprise, the table stayed standing, but she held it in her hand. She closed the door, locking it and turned around.
She screamed.
Lying on the floor was Frodo Baggins. His body had been covered in his own blood, criss-crossing his skin like a macabre game of noughts and crosses. The big blue eyes were wide open, as he crawled on the floor. His fingers were curled up, looking as if he had been scratching at something.
He lifted his head, and said, 'Amethyst, don't leave me..' His head fell back to the ground.
She screamed again, and ran to his side, 'Daddy, daddy, no, no, no, no, no,' she said, working herself up in a frenzy of anger and fear. She held his head in her arms and stroked his soft hair as she pleaded with him to not die, even though he was.
She then like an animal let a scream ring out in the kitchen and let out a piercing,'NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!'
She was crying now, pleading with him not to be dead, just hurt. She looked up. Above her head an elf-woman seen in the vision stood a bloody dripping knife in her hand. She wore a ankle length, dark red dress, which hugged her figure for comfort. There was a long spilt up to her thigh though. She smiled sweetly, and said in a voice dripping like honey over toast, 'Amy, you are one of US!'
Amethyst looked at her, crying out, 'No, no, no, no.'
The woman then stepped over the body, picked Amethyst up by her shoulder, and started to shake her, gently at first, but then getting harsher and harsher, 'Amy,' said the woman in the soft voice, ' Amethyst, Amethyst, Amethyst..'
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'Amethyst! Wake up! ' Said Rose as she shook Amethyst awake.
Amethyst opened her eyes, and had to let out a yelp. It was such a shock for her sight to change from a beautiful, but deadly, elf woman to a friendly face.
The bright eyes shone for a brief second, but them went down. She could a fast beating running through her head, like a pulse. The light hurt her eyes, but did not concern her. She felt.empty. Not empty of food, or drink, but surprising empty for emotion, as if she was numb. No, a better description of how she felt was shaken, and if her emotions were to come later.
She breathed deeply for no reason and said, 'Wha'?'
'Amethyst, you scared me!' said Rose, 'You looked as if you was having a fit or something.'
'I just had a.bad dream' she said, 'just a bad dream.'
'Oh, poor darling, ' she said, pushing a little of the dark red hair out of her face, 'You were screamin' and crying out, and you sounded as if something was trying to kill you.' Amethyst smiled nervously, and Rose continued, 'I had to shake you awake, you were beginning to scare me.'
Amethyst looked at her. 'It was just.a bad dream.' She said.
'Are you sure, you looked as if you were having a fit or something.' Amethyst had clean forgotten that she knew about her dad. Nearly everyone she knew, had knowledge of his illness, and only the people closest to him knew what it was like. Amethyst's purple eyes were wide open and unusually expressionless. They usually held some sort of expression, even if it was just dreaminess, but now they held nothing.
'Maybe you would feel better if you had something to eat?' Asked Rose, putting her hand on her shoulder.
'No thank you Rose, ' she said, 'I don't feel hungry.'
'But you haven't eaten since lunchtime yesterday.' she started.
'No thank you Rose. I don't think I could keep anything down.' Said Amethyst truthfully. There was no point of eating, if you didn't feel hungry anyway, reasoned Amethyst. She felt a little guilty about this, but she honestly couldn't eat.
'Maybe just a little soup...' said Rose, absent mindely checking Amethyst's temperature and pulse.
'Please, no thanks.' Said Amethyst, 'But I'd like a little water if that's not to much trouble.'
Rose smiled. 'Course not Amy. ' She got up and went to the kitchen. Amethyst tried not to think. It was too hard for one thing, and the only thing she could think about was her fathers dead body. As she closed her eyes the sight flitted across her eyelids. She kept them wide open, not daring to blink.
She shivered again. She felt cold, so cold.'
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So, thought Ebony, the child is who we though it was. Oh, that Ash boy may think he knows about her, but he knows so very little. He thinks that she is his, just because they had a connection once or twice, and that they continual can feel each other. Well, Ebony would so be able to fix that, as soon as she got the Amethyst girl back.
Ebony opened her eyes. She was in her won room again. Ebony was, as such, a messenger. She could find out anything about any Nymph, and she was very, very good at getting signals from the future. She was good, but she knew she could not predict the future fully. Sometimes, she just had to guess which vision was true.
He room was much like one of a little girl. On the walls there were rows and rows of china dolls, all in lacy, over pretty dresses. They all had staring glass eyes, which made them, seem a little more odd than usual dolls. And the dolls weren't all in dresses though. Some wore fine suits, and uniforms like that of warriors. Many of them were male.
Ebony stood up and took one off the shelf at random. If you looked closely at the dolls, they didn't seem to have the right coloured eyes. This one she held in her hand had long floppy black hair and yellow eyes wearing a leather weskit and rich but old britches. The face had a faint smile painted on.
Ebony held it gently in her hand, and then, with a finger, gently moved its arm.
'Ebony?' she turned around. A man stood their, his eyes as purple as the setting sun, but nowhere near as purple as Amethyst's. He had fair hair, and wore a nobleman's suit. He wore white silk stockings and a white silk shirt. His waistcoat was silverish, and his britches were a dark grey. He smiled at her and she put the doll carefully on the shelf.
'Rex, 'she said, giving him a smile like that of a naughty girl, 'I wondered when you would be here.'
'And sweetie, ' he said, 'I've got my Ebony a little present.' He brought a red box from behind his back. She gasped and opened it. Inside was another china doll. Like many of the rest, it had snow-white shin, but unlike most of the rest it had dark red hair, with long curly ringlets falling over the faintly sad face. Its eyes were a bright purple, like the velvet dress it wore, with lace on it.
'Oh, Rex.' she started, as she picked up the doll, but then, it broke to pieces in her hands. The pieces disintegrated into dust, and it blew away. She looked up from the doll. 'You promised me!' she said in the voice of a child having a tantrum, 'YOU PROMISED ME THAT YOU'D GET ME A NEW DOLLY! I CAN'T PLAY WITH AMETHYST LIKE THAT!' she stamped her foot, her thin white hands turning into fists.
'Oh, Ebony..' He started.
'I WANTED JUST ONE DOLLY!' she shouted, 'AND YOU COULDN'T GET ME THAT! NOT FOR YOU ONE LOVE IN THE WORLD!' she shouted. She threw herself upon her bed, and kicked and screamed.
The man with purple eyes didn't seem to understand how to stop her. He grabbed her by the shoulders, and she kicked and screamed and kicked while Rex held her down.
'Ebony, stop IT.' He pleaded, 'You don't want to get yourself all worked up, you know it isn't good for you.'
'I don't CARE!' she shouted, 'I wanted my Amethyst dolly!'
She got up and picked up a seemingly random doll from the huge collection. He held it high in the air, and shouted, 'I'll drop it, I will drop it!'
'Ebony, NO!' he shouted, and grabbed it off her. 'If you don't stop doing this, I'll have to only let you see your dolls for business.'
Ebony looked shocked. Then she dropped down to her knees and grabbed his legs.' No Rex, I like my dolls and they like me.'
Rex seemed to relent a little. 'I'm sorry Ebony. You know I'd never do anything to hurt you, but sometimes I need to stop you from hurting yourself.'
He helped her up, and led her to the bed.' Look Sweet pea, I can't get you your dolly. I'm really sorry, but the thing is, I don't think it's actually possible. '
'Is it because she's the one?' she asked.
'Yes Chickadee. I see it takes more than magic to control her, maybe, we will need the aid of silver tongues.'
'Oh, does this mean I get to go for a walk?' she asked, clapping her hands, 'I really want to go out Rex! Can I can I can I?' she said, getting more excited by the minute. She was like a child who was being allowed to stay up late for the first time.
'Of course my little pumpkin!' he said with a little laugh, 'I'll need you very much of course, but first I'll be needing you to sort out those little hobbits. '
'Oh, I get to see the hobbits!' she said, jumping up and down, 'The ickle hobbits! I've always wanted a pet! Will you get me one?'
'Of course my little elf, you shall get whatever you ask for, that is what you deserve.' Said Rex, but then he went very serious and businesslike and said, 'But remember, you will look like a hobbit, and so shall I. I'll do the main talking, but remember, try to act like them. I know it isn't much fun, but it will only be for a few days.'
'Yes my Lord.' She said, 'but I shall be wanting some more dolls. I like to play with them. ' She then picked up a long knife and then a doll with neon pink eyes. She put the doll on the chair next to the bed, and tied it up with long pink ribbons around the wrists and ankles. She finally put on in the doll's mouth and put the knife to its neck.
'Send in Cerise, ' she said, 'I want to play with her.'
'Now, do you promise not to get blood on the walls again?' asked Rex.
'Oh, Rex, don't be silly!' she said, 'You know nymphs don't bleed like humans.' She smiled again, each tooth looking like the long white knife in her hand, just for second. 'It must have been the rosters blood.'
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'I think she's getting worse Mr Frodo, ' said Rose, 'She's been like this since lunch, and she hasn't eaten or got up. It's six o'clock now and she's just has been sleeping and shivering. I tell you, she's never been as ill as this. ' She said, with only slight recrimination in her voice, 'I wouldn't trust that Gandalf to tell the difference between a cat and a dog!'
Frodo and Rose were standing out side Amethysts room, watching her through a crack in the door. Thankfully she had gone to sleep, and they would be able to talk without her knowing.
' I'll get someone in soon to see her, but she didn't seem that bad when she came in. I just don't understand it myself.' He said, scratching his head, 'How could she start going like this?'
'I don't know Mr Frodo, and I don't much care, but I aren't having her getting worse. We need a healer and fast. She's as bad as you are in her fits. .'
Frodo was worried. 'Fits? She's had fits?'
'Yes, she was screaming in her sleep, as if something was hurting her. I don't want to know either. Gave me the shivers.'
'What was she shouting?' asked Frodo, 'Tell me!'
'She was shouting for you. Or maybe for you to go away, I can't be sure, and she was quiet scared when I woke her up. She seemed to have gotton worse.'
'Worse?'
'I mean, this morning she just had a mild fever and a bit of a headache, but now.She doesn't sound right. I don't think she can even breathe proper.'
Frodo listened. Her ever breath was laboured, as if her chest hurt. She coughed every so often, sounding as if she was drowning inside her own body.
'Rose, send a messenger down to the village, tell them to tell the healer to come fast and not to dawdle. I will stay with Amethyst for the time being.'
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Okay, Who are Rex and Ebony? What do they have in store of the hobbits? Don't their names sound like people out of the tribe?
Well, hopefully a new chapter will be up soon.
Remember, look after yourselves, and each other.