LotL: Back again. Sorry it took so long to update. Teachers... soccer... b-ball... hockey... homework... all that stuff. Well, I'll try to make this one a little longer, but I can't promise anything... And don't forget we need at least a total of 8 reviews! Or no chapter 5!! Oh yeah, and I haven't exactly read the Fellowship in about three months. David has it right now. So right now they're in Moria, and our beloved Ademia was injured in the fight. Not everything will match up, so tell me what it is and I'll do my best. I'm twisting families, so Celeborn has more than one (or however many) child(ren).
Disclaimer: LOOK BACK AT THE OTHERS! THIS IS THE LAST TIME I SAY IT!
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Ademia rummaged through her packs with her one good arm, cursing every few minutes. "So much for my healing skills. Especially in these mines."
Gimli snorted indignantly.
She almost laughed, but when she lifted her head up the cut in her arm opened up again and she winced. Aragorn came over and helped her with the cloth she was wrestling out of the bag. He tied it over the cut in her arm. "How is it?"
"Numb," she replied truthfully. "I think I need to re-locate my shoulder."
In which she took her shoulder and with a small popping noise pushed it back into the joint with a small cry of pain.
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A/N: I've seen people do that. Don't try it or else you'll just end up pushing your shoulder around the joint and making it hurt more.
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The hobbits stared at her with wide open eyes. They had never heard her say anything about pain, not even when the rocks came pouring down and hit her arm. She winced again and threw part of the cloth back in the pack. She then put it on her back and followed Gandalf.
"I am not familar with these parts."
Ademia didn't even try to offer directions before she sank back against the wall. It was obvious, to the hobbits and elf at least, that the arm was bothering her much more than she would admit. Her face was a pinched white. Legolas sat smoothly in front of the pained elf. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah. I'm fine."
Legolas pushed her shoulder back a little and she winced, but the pain quickly receded in her face. "I give up! A prince is a better healer than I am!"
"It's happened to me before."
Ademia watched the wizard. She stood, "Gandalf, are you just going to-"
"That way!"
"Okay."
"This place reeks of death," Boromir said, frowning.
Ademia had to suppress a scoff. Of course it did. It was a mine for gosh sakes. When they finally got to the room her eyes were drawn to a large stone tomb, it looked, in the center of the room. Gandalf read the inscriptions, but she wasn't listening. Her eyes traveled over the skeletons in the room. Orc arrows lay on the floor. So did many skeletons. She heard the dwarf, but something was tugging at her mind.
The others watched the female elf. Her brow was furrowed. Her eyes traveling over the floor of the room. She passed the book, held tightly in one of the skeletons hands. A crash sounded and she turned quickly. Distracted.
"Fool of a Took!"
Ademia nearly screamed. She was so close, and now... nothing. "Ademia?"
"I almost had it," she said quietly. "It was so close..."
"Ademia? What was it?"
"The thing that happened here. We all know it was a battle, but something else... oh drat!"
Suddenly, as if on cue, they all turned. "Drat," Ademia repeated, her eyes widening.
"Drat," Ademia said, her eyes widening. "Orcs."
"Troll," Legolas added.
"Orcs," Mia repeated. "Too many."
"Can you fight?"
"Yes."
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A/N: I haven't read the books in a while, and I'm sick so I'm gonna skip to the end when they're out. Any-a-ways it goes exactly the same.
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Ademia stared at the tunnel. He was dead. She shook herself out of her despair. The others would need all the help possible to get with Gandalf gone.
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Hehehe! Now can you guess why I'm also called Evil, or the Empress of Evil? It fits me. Well don't forget. I want those 8 reviews!
Disclaimer: LOOK BACK AT THE OTHERS! THIS IS THE LAST TIME I SAY IT!
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Ademia rummaged through her packs with her one good arm, cursing every few minutes. "So much for my healing skills. Especially in these mines."
Gimli snorted indignantly.
She almost laughed, but when she lifted her head up the cut in her arm opened up again and she winced. Aragorn came over and helped her with the cloth she was wrestling out of the bag. He tied it over the cut in her arm. "How is it?"
"Numb," she replied truthfully. "I think I need to re-locate my shoulder."
In which she took her shoulder and with a small popping noise pushed it back into the joint with a small cry of pain.
~~
A/N: I've seen people do that. Don't try it or else you'll just end up pushing your shoulder around the joint and making it hurt more.
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The hobbits stared at her with wide open eyes. They had never heard her say anything about pain, not even when the rocks came pouring down and hit her arm. She winced again and threw part of the cloth back in the pack. She then put it on her back and followed Gandalf.
"I am not familar with these parts."
Ademia didn't even try to offer directions before she sank back against the wall. It was obvious, to the hobbits and elf at least, that the arm was bothering her much more than she would admit. Her face was a pinched white. Legolas sat smoothly in front of the pained elf. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah. I'm fine."
Legolas pushed her shoulder back a little and she winced, but the pain quickly receded in her face. "I give up! A prince is a better healer than I am!"
"It's happened to me before."
Ademia watched the wizard. She stood, "Gandalf, are you just going to-"
"That way!"
"Okay."
"This place reeks of death," Boromir said, frowning.
Ademia had to suppress a scoff. Of course it did. It was a mine for gosh sakes. When they finally got to the room her eyes were drawn to a large stone tomb, it looked, in the center of the room. Gandalf read the inscriptions, but she wasn't listening. Her eyes traveled over the skeletons in the room. Orc arrows lay on the floor. So did many skeletons. She heard the dwarf, but something was tugging at her mind.
The others watched the female elf. Her brow was furrowed. Her eyes traveling over the floor of the room. She passed the book, held tightly in one of the skeletons hands. A crash sounded and she turned quickly. Distracted.
"Fool of a Took!"
Ademia nearly screamed. She was so close, and now... nothing. "Ademia?"
"I almost had it," she said quietly. "It was so close..."
"Ademia? What was it?"
"The thing that happened here. We all know it was a battle, but something else... oh drat!"
Suddenly, as if on cue, they all turned. "Drat," Ademia repeated, her eyes widening.
"Drat," Ademia said, her eyes widening. "Orcs."
"Troll," Legolas added.
"Orcs," Mia repeated. "Too many."
"Can you fight?"
"Yes."
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A/N: I haven't read the books in a while, and I'm sick so I'm gonna skip to the end when they're out. Any-a-ways it goes exactly the same.
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Ademia stared at the tunnel. He was dead. She shook herself out of her despair. The others would need all the help possible to get with Gandalf gone.
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Hehehe! Now can you guess why I'm also called Evil, or the Empress of Evil? It fits me. Well don't forget. I want those 8 reviews!