((Okay, I read over the ending, and decided that it sucked, big time. So, here is the next chapter, looks like Cara isn't going to die at the moment ))
She must have fallen asleep again, for she was abruptly brought back to wakefulness by an anguished scream and a call that echoed in her skull. "Strider!"
Cariana found herself on her feet, sword in hand and a blazing torch in the other. Memories rushed back, engulfing her, but the one thing that stood out in her mind was what was to happen here.
She darted for the stairs, and crested them rapidly. Frodo was backed into a corner, his face contorted with agony as he clutched at his shoulder. In front of him stood Aragorn, or Strider as he was known in this time and place. With sword and torch he held the Ringwraiths off. Cariana straightened. ((Her blonde hair shifted about her shoulders and her clothing changed from jeans and a shirt that looked strange and out of place here, to black trousers, black tunic, boots and a deep blue cloak.)) Feeling more confident now she was more fully Cariana than Cara, she drew on the knowledge that she had copied from Aragorn and moved forward to the attack. The movements of the swordsman came easily to her and she let her body flow through the motions. With fire and with blade, Aragorn and Cariana routed the Nazgul. As the last Ring wraith fled, a blazing brand embedded into whatever lay beneath the inky hood, Strider moved swiftly to where the stricken Frodo lay.
Cariana watched as Strider examined the wound and pronounced it beyond his ability to heal. With her newly acquired magic, Cariana considered trying to heal him, but decided against it. She was too new at this and might unwittingly cause more damage than she healed.
They fled into the forest with Strider carrying Frodo, eerie wails echoing in a fearful chorus around them. They halted beside a large rock (which Cariana noted to herself was one of the trolls that tried to eat Bilbo and was turned to stone by the sun.)) and Strider once more examined Frodo and shook his head.
"He is fading fast." He said.
"Is there not something that could slow the progress of the poison through his body?" Cariana asked, hoping to jog his memory.
Aragorn looked at her before he nodded, animation coming back to his grim face for an instant. "Aye, the Athalus plant."
He turned to Sam and asked for his advice, before the two headed off in search of the herb, leaving Cara alone with the other hobbits.
((That better?))
She must have fallen asleep again, for she was abruptly brought back to wakefulness by an anguished scream and a call that echoed in her skull. "Strider!"
Cariana found herself on her feet, sword in hand and a blazing torch in the other. Memories rushed back, engulfing her, but the one thing that stood out in her mind was what was to happen here.
She darted for the stairs, and crested them rapidly. Frodo was backed into a corner, his face contorted with agony as he clutched at his shoulder. In front of him stood Aragorn, or Strider as he was known in this time and place. With sword and torch he held the Ringwraiths off. Cariana straightened. ((Her blonde hair shifted about her shoulders and her clothing changed from jeans and a shirt that looked strange and out of place here, to black trousers, black tunic, boots and a deep blue cloak.)) Feeling more confident now she was more fully Cariana than Cara, she drew on the knowledge that she had copied from Aragorn and moved forward to the attack. The movements of the swordsman came easily to her and she let her body flow through the motions. With fire and with blade, Aragorn and Cariana routed the Nazgul. As the last Ring wraith fled, a blazing brand embedded into whatever lay beneath the inky hood, Strider moved swiftly to where the stricken Frodo lay.
Cariana watched as Strider examined the wound and pronounced it beyond his ability to heal. With her newly acquired magic, Cariana considered trying to heal him, but decided against it. She was too new at this and might unwittingly cause more damage than she healed.
They fled into the forest with Strider carrying Frodo, eerie wails echoing in a fearful chorus around them. They halted beside a large rock (which Cariana noted to herself was one of the trolls that tried to eat Bilbo and was turned to stone by the sun.)) and Strider once more examined Frodo and shook his head.
"He is fading fast." He said.
"Is there not something that could slow the progress of the poison through his body?" Cariana asked, hoping to jog his memory.
Aragorn looked at her before he nodded, animation coming back to his grim face for an instant. "Aye, the Athalus plant."
He turned to Sam and asked for his advice, before the two headed off in search of the herb, leaving Cara alone with the other hobbits.
((That better?))