Disclaimer: I forgot to mention that I don't own Elijah Wood [damnation] in
the first chapter, but he doesn't appear in the rest of my fanfiction. I
don't own any of the Tolkein characters. I own only my character, Casey
[whose name I kinda stole from Elijah's movie, The Faculty].
A/N: Thank you, thank you, to those who reviewed! Sorry to keep you all in suspense! And what is up with ff.net, doesn't it allow bold type?!
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Casey opened her eyes. The tall woman was standing by her side. Casey looked around her.
"This is Rivendell," the woman said. Around her were tall buildings, and intertwined with them were trees. Leaves fell slowly all around the pair. Casey thought that it was the most beautiful place she had ever been in.
Then she noticed the elves. Tall, elegant, and emitting an air of androgyny, they strolled around Rivendell. It was then that Casey noticed that none of them noticed her, or the extremely tall lady standing next to her.
"Why can't they see us?" she asked.
The clever lady looked down at her and smiled. "Because we are angels."
"Then why don't we have like big fluffly wings and halos?"
"Because those are just typical stereotypes. Real angels, guardian angels, walk among earth almost like normal beings. Now come, let us go to Frodo, for right now he is in need of *your* help."
The tall lady led Casey inside a building. There were many corridors and many stairs that Casey began to feel even more lost than before, but finally, they stopped in front of a door.
"Only you can heal him," the clever lady said, "and only you – alone." She motioned for Casey to step inside.
"What, so I can just go through the door like a regular ghost?" Casey asked curiously.
"No, you open the door." And with a wave of her hand, the door opened, and Casey stepped inside.
An old man was sitting beside a large wooden bed. He looked up as the door opened, and got up to close it, thinking that it was just the wind. He did not see Casey. He sat back down on his chair, and began to puff away at his pipe.
Casey breathed a sigh of relief [for no particular reason] and moved closer to the little body tucked underneath the covers. She supposed that it was Frodo Baggins, the hobbit, the ringbearer. He looked pale, small and fragile, surrounded by huge objects.
"Great, how am I supposed to heal him?" she thought. It wasn't like healing injured people had been part of her school curriculum. But first, she had to locate the injured part of his body.
Casey leaned a little closer to the hobbit, when he suddenly turned in his sleep. She hesitated, and then reached out with her hand and opened his shirt. There was a bandage covering his left shoulder, so she pushed that aside gently. And then she recoiled. For there was a deep, long cut, which had turned slightly black around the edges. She also noticed several herbs or plants tucked neatly into the wound.
"Need some help here," she thought, trying desperately hard not to stare at the hobbit's chest, which was completely revealed to her. Worriedly, she looked over at the old man, who had thankfully fallen asleep and hadn't noticed Frodo's shirt mysteriously slipping off.
Casey had no idea what to do – seriously. With her finger, she traced the unconscious hobbit's features. His eyes, his nose, his lips, and then lower down to his collarbone. Cautiously she traced her finger down the wound, and to her surprise, the wound began to close, leaving only a thin red line.
"Wow, so that's how I heal people," she thought. The old man began to grunt, waking up from his nap. Hurriedly, Casey re-arranged Frodo's bandages and stood at the side.
Frodo began to stir. His lips were still pale, but at least his cheeks were beginning to have some color in them.
"What happened?" he asked.
Meanwhile…
Elrond was walking to Frodo's room. He had always admired Rivendell, but today its beauty seemed more serene and breathtaking than before. He smiled to himself, before turning around a corner. There, he saw a blur. The blur then began to take human form. It was the tall woman.
"Galadriel," said Elrond smiling.
"Elrond, you've come at the right time," she replied. She beckoned him closer, and opened the door slightly. Inside, Elrond saw another blur, in the shape of a young girl, bending over Frodo. Gandalf beside the bed was fast asleep.
"So, you brought Frodo a guardian angel from the mortal world?" he asked.
"Yes, I believe she will be perfect," she replied.
"How do you know that Frodo will want to take the ring to Mordor?" he asked again.
Galadriel made no reply, but motioned for him to enter the room.
"… Several hours later and you may have been beyond our help," Gandalf said, as Elrond entered the room.
Galadriel, outside, looked in. Elrond stared straight at Casey, making her feel extremely nervous. Could elves see angels? This just got more and more confusing.
"Welcome to Rivendell, Frodo Baggins," said Elrond.
The little hobbit smiled, unaware that his guardian angel was watching over him.
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A/N: God, it takes me a really really long time to type up these chapters! Want me to write more?
A/N: Thank you, thank you, to those who reviewed! Sorry to keep you all in suspense! And what is up with ff.net, doesn't it allow bold type?!
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Casey opened her eyes. The tall woman was standing by her side. Casey looked around her.
"This is Rivendell," the woman said. Around her were tall buildings, and intertwined with them were trees. Leaves fell slowly all around the pair. Casey thought that it was the most beautiful place she had ever been in.
Then she noticed the elves. Tall, elegant, and emitting an air of androgyny, they strolled around Rivendell. It was then that Casey noticed that none of them noticed her, or the extremely tall lady standing next to her.
"Why can't they see us?" she asked.
The clever lady looked down at her and smiled. "Because we are angels."
"Then why don't we have like big fluffly wings and halos?"
"Because those are just typical stereotypes. Real angels, guardian angels, walk among earth almost like normal beings. Now come, let us go to Frodo, for right now he is in need of *your* help."
The tall lady led Casey inside a building. There were many corridors and many stairs that Casey began to feel even more lost than before, but finally, they stopped in front of a door.
"Only you can heal him," the clever lady said, "and only you – alone." She motioned for Casey to step inside.
"What, so I can just go through the door like a regular ghost?" Casey asked curiously.
"No, you open the door." And with a wave of her hand, the door opened, and Casey stepped inside.
An old man was sitting beside a large wooden bed. He looked up as the door opened, and got up to close it, thinking that it was just the wind. He did not see Casey. He sat back down on his chair, and began to puff away at his pipe.
Casey breathed a sigh of relief [for no particular reason] and moved closer to the little body tucked underneath the covers. She supposed that it was Frodo Baggins, the hobbit, the ringbearer. He looked pale, small and fragile, surrounded by huge objects.
"Great, how am I supposed to heal him?" she thought. It wasn't like healing injured people had been part of her school curriculum. But first, she had to locate the injured part of his body.
Casey leaned a little closer to the hobbit, when he suddenly turned in his sleep. She hesitated, and then reached out with her hand and opened his shirt. There was a bandage covering his left shoulder, so she pushed that aside gently. And then she recoiled. For there was a deep, long cut, which had turned slightly black around the edges. She also noticed several herbs or plants tucked neatly into the wound.
"Need some help here," she thought, trying desperately hard not to stare at the hobbit's chest, which was completely revealed to her. Worriedly, she looked over at the old man, who had thankfully fallen asleep and hadn't noticed Frodo's shirt mysteriously slipping off.
Casey had no idea what to do – seriously. With her finger, she traced the unconscious hobbit's features. His eyes, his nose, his lips, and then lower down to his collarbone. Cautiously she traced her finger down the wound, and to her surprise, the wound began to close, leaving only a thin red line.
"Wow, so that's how I heal people," she thought. The old man began to grunt, waking up from his nap. Hurriedly, Casey re-arranged Frodo's bandages and stood at the side.
Frodo began to stir. His lips were still pale, but at least his cheeks were beginning to have some color in them.
"What happened?" he asked.
Meanwhile…
Elrond was walking to Frodo's room. He had always admired Rivendell, but today its beauty seemed more serene and breathtaking than before. He smiled to himself, before turning around a corner. There, he saw a blur. The blur then began to take human form. It was the tall woman.
"Galadriel," said Elrond smiling.
"Elrond, you've come at the right time," she replied. She beckoned him closer, and opened the door slightly. Inside, Elrond saw another blur, in the shape of a young girl, bending over Frodo. Gandalf beside the bed was fast asleep.
"So, you brought Frodo a guardian angel from the mortal world?" he asked.
"Yes, I believe she will be perfect," she replied.
"How do you know that Frodo will want to take the ring to Mordor?" he asked again.
Galadriel made no reply, but motioned for him to enter the room.
"… Several hours later and you may have been beyond our help," Gandalf said, as Elrond entered the room.
Galadriel, outside, looked in. Elrond stared straight at Casey, making her feel extremely nervous. Could elves see angels? This just got more and more confusing.
"Welcome to Rivendell, Frodo Baggins," said Elrond.
The little hobbit smiled, unaware that his guardian angel was watching over him.
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A/N: God, it takes me a really really long time to type up these chapters! Want me to write more?