Katherine lay on the stony ground, her eyes closed. But she still yet
lived. How this was possible, she did not know, but breath still came and
her heart beat although it faltered. A spreading pool of carmine blood
blossomed on her chest.
She took a deep breath and gasped from the pain. Her eyes opened and she regarded the silent sentinel starts above. Her mind filled with pain, not pain from her injuries, but pain from the knowledge that her comrades and friends were travelling into dire peril and she could not be there to aid them in their strife.
"Lady, what ailest thou?" came the gentle enquiry from someone beyond Katherine's field of vision. Footsteps, not audible came closer before there was a startled cry.
"Lady, what treachery hath befallen thee!?" A male face came into her view. His eyes were blue, flecked with grey like an azure sea tossed by a storm. Her hair was ebon black, braided to frame his elven ears. A bow was visible behind his back, over his shoulder.
He knelt beside her, and Katherine perceived a sword hung at his waist. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words emerged.
"Lady, expend not thine energy needlessly." The man implored her, before placing his hands a few inches above the wound in her chest.
Katherine felt the sharp pain fade into nothingness, and warmth engulf her body. She felt her skin knitting together, muscle and sinew rejoining as if the had never been severed.
Sensing what he was doing, Katherine reached deep and added her over power to his.
She felt the tang of lemon; a tarry blackness and the scent of coffee mingle with mint, pale lavender, and the scent of honeysuckle. They blended together, each lending and taking strength from each other.
Katherine felt herself drift away from her saviours mind and return to herself. The stars came back into focus. She sat up, hair floating purely around her.
(A/N – No dirt from lying on the ground mixed in then.)
"May I have your name elven sir?" she asked. "I would know the name of my rescuer."
"Tarran ShadowsBane, the second son of Thranduil of Mirkwood."
"Katherine Larksfeather."
They both looked at each other. Their minds collided again, drowning their senses in feelings and emotions. Each clashed against each other now, trying to outdo the other in power and humility.
While their minds battled, their bodies collapsed to the ground, their hearts and breathing slowing.
Unable to best each other, their intrinsic natures of Mary Sue, and Marty Stu competing fruitlessly, there was only one solution.
The wind stirred, shadows danced across the land, and with a soft sigh, the bonds that held Katherine and Tarran's forms together collapsed. Motes of coloured dust formed a sparkling cloud where the two had lain, until it finally dispersed.
And above, where the fellowship slept, four hobbits dreamed, secure in the knowledge of a job well done.
Things were back to normal.
((A/N And now its really finished! Thank you /so/ much to everyone who has reviewed! Though Katherine was annoying, I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. *hugs*))
She took a deep breath and gasped from the pain. Her eyes opened and she regarded the silent sentinel starts above. Her mind filled with pain, not pain from her injuries, but pain from the knowledge that her comrades and friends were travelling into dire peril and she could not be there to aid them in their strife.
"Lady, what ailest thou?" came the gentle enquiry from someone beyond Katherine's field of vision. Footsteps, not audible came closer before there was a startled cry.
"Lady, what treachery hath befallen thee!?" A male face came into her view. His eyes were blue, flecked with grey like an azure sea tossed by a storm. Her hair was ebon black, braided to frame his elven ears. A bow was visible behind his back, over his shoulder.
He knelt beside her, and Katherine perceived a sword hung at his waist. She opened her mouth to speak, but no words emerged.
"Lady, expend not thine energy needlessly." The man implored her, before placing his hands a few inches above the wound in her chest.
Katherine felt the sharp pain fade into nothingness, and warmth engulf her body. She felt her skin knitting together, muscle and sinew rejoining as if the had never been severed.
Sensing what he was doing, Katherine reached deep and added her over power to his.
She felt the tang of lemon; a tarry blackness and the scent of coffee mingle with mint, pale lavender, and the scent of honeysuckle. They blended together, each lending and taking strength from each other.
Katherine felt herself drift away from her saviours mind and return to herself. The stars came back into focus. She sat up, hair floating purely around her.
(A/N – No dirt from lying on the ground mixed in then.)
"May I have your name elven sir?" she asked. "I would know the name of my rescuer."
"Tarran ShadowsBane, the second son of Thranduil of Mirkwood."
"Katherine Larksfeather."
They both looked at each other. Their minds collided again, drowning their senses in feelings and emotions. Each clashed against each other now, trying to outdo the other in power and humility.
While their minds battled, their bodies collapsed to the ground, their hearts and breathing slowing.
Unable to best each other, their intrinsic natures of Mary Sue, and Marty Stu competing fruitlessly, there was only one solution.
The wind stirred, shadows danced across the land, and with a soft sigh, the bonds that held Katherine and Tarran's forms together collapsed. Motes of coloured dust formed a sparkling cloud where the two had lain, until it finally dispersed.
And above, where the fellowship slept, four hobbits dreamed, secure in the knowledge of a job well done.
Things were back to normal.
((A/N And now its really finished! Thank you /so/ much to everyone who has reviewed! Though Katherine was annoying, I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. *hugs*))