Frodo always had pondered Adela's dreams, but dare not ask her of them. In
the end it would be his mistake. Adela herself could never understand
the frightful dreams, untill Lothlorien. There was something the Lady told
her, that she neglected to tell anyone. This, as well was a mistake, for
one somethig that goes unnoticed cannot be stopped.
flashback
Adela wandered throughout Lorien, down cool marbel stairs, until a voice whispered inside her head. Adela reconized the faint voice to be Lady Galadriel's.
The voice continue to whispere her name until she was lead into a medow. The twighlight sun glowed orange on the leaves and grass.
"You came" a faint voice called, sounding like a summers breeze.
Adela looked up. Galadriel stood elegently.
'Do you know why I called you here, somewhere in your heart, i'm sure you know.'
Adela shook her head, not understanding.
'I know you feel it, the bitter coldness. Though you try to block it out, you've suffered even more now that you joined the fellowship.'
Adela shook her head in confusion.
"I...I do not understand..."
Galadriel look sympatheticly at Adela.
"Adela, you are dying."
Adela's breath caught in her throat.
"n-no. I refuse to beleive that, how...how can I be dying..."
"Adela, you are suffering. The bad dreams that come at night are warnings. Your mother suffered from the same illness..."
"M-my mother? How do you know, how do you know she's dead?!She can't be!" Adela was gasping her denies.
"The illness is of one that cannot be treated, it is a curse. One that weakends the heart..."
Adela fell to her knees, trying to collect all of what was being said.
Galadriel knelt down in front of the small hobbit.
"You can fight back, you can beat the curse. A tough battle i'll say....but, if your heart holds strong to the things and people you love, you can win. Also, I think it would be better if you leave the fellowship-"
Galadriel could not finish what she wish to say...\
"-No! I promised Frodo, and I shall keep that promise, to be there to fight a comfort him the whole journey. No matter what." Adela said almost growling the last sentance.
Galadriel smiled weakly at Adela.
"Do what your heart tells you. Your mind isn't always correct."
the last part she said through Adelas mind: 'Remember those words, dear hobbit.'
Galadriel strode away from Adela.
Adela's mind raced, pitying herself.
'no...self-pity wont save me. I wont let my illness get in the way of helping Frodo carry the burden.'
Adela layed back on the grass, the sky had turned a dark purple. The strangest feeling came over Adela, one which she never expected to feel, ecsspecially for herself. Fear. She never thought about death seriously, now it crept up her spine.
end of flashback
An unwelcoming gray sky met Adela's eyes as she awoke. Though she felt warm. She noticed her head was on Frodo's shoulder, and he had an arm wraped around her. Adela felt her face grow warm. Frodo hadn't woken up yet. she slowly sat up, and put a gentle hand on Frodo's shoulder, and gave it light shake.
"Come on, wake up Frodo." Adela said softly.
Frodo's eyebrow twitched, but his eyes stayed closed.
Adela smirked.
"Frooooodooo..." Adela whispered..
Frodo grunted but nothing more.
Adela let out an exasperated sigh.
"Frodo! Time to wake up!!" Adela yelled.
Frodo opened one eye, then opened both of them quickly.
Adela heard a groan from a few feet away. She shot to her feet and put a hand on the shealth of her sword. Sam popped up from under some of thier luggage.
Adela sighed in relife. "Good mornin' Sam."
"I hate to say this, but whats good about it?" Frodo said brushing himself off.
"I don't know, but i'm sure one day i'll be able to say that and mean it."
Frodo smiled. "I'm sure you will..."
Once the had all thier luggage packed, they started to head off. As they were about to leave the place where they had camped Adela called for Frodo.
"yes?" He said. Adela could see the normal concern in his eyes, she was sure if she told him of her illness, he'd send her to the Shire without a second word.
"Uh...nevermind." Adela said looking down
...TO BE CONTINUED.....
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flashback
Adela wandered throughout Lorien, down cool marbel stairs, until a voice whispered inside her head. Adela reconized the faint voice to be Lady Galadriel's.
The voice continue to whispere her name until she was lead into a medow. The twighlight sun glowed orange on the leaves and grass.
"You came" a faint voice called, sounding like a summers breeze.
Adela looked up. Galadriel stood elegently.
'Do you know why I called you here, somewhere in your heart, i'm sure you know.'
Adela shook her head, not understanding.
'I know you feel it, the bitter coldness. Though you try to block it out, you've suffered even more now that you joined the fellowship.'
Adela shook her head in confusion.
"I...I do not understand..."
Galadriel look sympatheticly at Adela.
"Adela, you are dying."
Adela's breath caught in her throat.
"n-no. I refuse to beleive that, how...how can I be dying..."
"Adela, you are suffering. The bad dreams that come at night are warnings. Your mother suffered from the same illness..."
"M-my mother? How do you know, how do you know she's dead?!She can't be!" Adela was gasping her denies.
"The illness is of one that cannot be treated, it is a curse. One that weakends the heart..."
Adela fell to her knees, trying to collect all of what was being said.
Galadriel knelt down in front of the small hobbit.
"You can fight back, you can beat the curse. A tough battle i'll say....but, if your heart holds strong to the things and people you love, you can win. Also, I think it would be better if you leave the fellowship-"
Galadriel could not finish what she wish to say...\
"-No! I promised Frodo, and I shall keep that promise, to be there to fight a comfort him the whole journey. No matter what." Adela said almost growling the last sentance.
Galadriel smiled weakly at Adela.
"Do what your heart tells you. Your mind isn't always correct."
the last part she said through Adelas mind: 'Remember those words, dear hobbit.'
Galadriel strode away from Adela.
Adela's mind raced, pitying herself.
'no...self-pity wont save me. I wont let my illness get in the way of helping Frodo carry the burden.'
Adela layed back on the grass, the sky had turned a dark purple. The strangest feeling came over Adela, one which she never expected to feel, ecsspecially for herself. Fear. She never thought about death seriously, now it crept up her spine.
end of flashback
An unwelcoming gray sky met Adela's eyes as she awoke. Though she felt warm. She noticed her head was on Frodo's shoulder, and he had an arm wraped around her. Adela felt her face grow warm. Frodo hadn't woken up yet. she slowly sat up, and put a gentle hand on Frodo's shoulder, and gave it light shake.
"Come on, wake up Frodo." Adela said softly.
Frodo's eyebrow twitched, but his eyes stayed closed.
Adela smirked.
"Frooooodooo..." Adela whispered..
Frodo grunted but nothing more.
Adela let out an exasperated sigh.
"Frodo! Time to wake up!!" Adela yelled.
Frodo opened one eye, then opened both of them quickly.
Adela heard a groan from a few feet away. She shot to her feet and put a hand on the shealth of her sword. Sam popped up from under some of thier luggage.
Adela sighed in relife. "Good mornin' Sam."
"I hate to say this, but whats good about it?" Frodo said brushing himself off.
"I don't know, but i'm sure one day i'll be able to say that and mean it."
Frodo smiled. "I'm sure you will..."
Once the had all thier luggage packed, they started to head off. As they were about to leave the place where they had camped Adela called for Frodo.
"yes?" He said. Adela could see the normal concern in his eyes, she was sure if she told him of her illness, he'd send her to the Shire without a second word.
"Uh...nevermind." Adela said looking down
...TO BE CONTINUED.....
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