Aite, sorry bout that, I'm writing this at 9:00 in the morning.. and I JUST got up, so please. Don't kill me?
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Ademia slammed her fist against the wall. Again. After an hour of being there, it hadn't done much... except bruise her hand. And it hadn't helped her think. Ademia murmured a few curses to herself.
She bent and examined the door.
~*~HALF AN HOUR LATER~*~
Ademia pulled the last bit of the door to the floor. "They must not really care if I excape or not."
She turned and looked up at Mount Doom. She saw two small figures standing at the top. She ran (pretend for the sake of this story that its only a five-minute-elf-run to the Top of the Mountain. She got up there just as the ring plummeted down the mountain. She peered down and saw a small shape falling with the ring. She said nothing. Nothing was needed. Nothing *could* have been said. She just bent, and helped Sam's shaking hands wrap Frodo's. She remained silent. Frodo watched her for a minute, and she inclined her head. The two hobbits lay down, waiting for death. Ademia stood, singing softly to sooth them, and herself, though she would never admit it. She at last sat down, but drew her long handled knife - to face death armed - and faced Minas Tirith. Her eyes were closing, but she felt a rush of air near her. She leapt to her feet, ready to defend the hobbits, but found it was not necessary. She smiled, but almost sadly. Retreating from her defensive stance she gestured to them. Gandalf looked at them. He spoke a quick order to her. She carried it out, but as soon as the last hobbit was on the Eagle, she stumbled to her knees. Climbing painfully to her feet she allowed Gandalf to get her onto an Eagle. Balancing herself carefully, she attempted to sit up straight, but just before Minas Tirith, she was forced to lay on the Eagle's back, and she cursed her weakness. On the landing her eyes closed. The wince did not go unnoticed by the elf who met them. He grabbed her and helped her to the Houses of Healing. Aragorn's eyes crinkled in worry when he saw her.
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Okay... well thats that.
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Ademia slammed her fist against the wall. Again. After an hour of being there, it hadn't done much... except bruise her hand. And it hadn't helped her think. Ademia murmured a few curses to herself.
She bent and examined the door.
~*~HALF AN HOUR LATER~*~
Ademia pulled the last bit of the door to the floor. "They must not really care if I excape or not."
She turned and looked up at Mount Doom. She saw two small figures standing at the top. She ran (pretend for the sake of this story that its only a five-minute-elf-run to the Top of the Mountain. She got up there just as the ring plummeted down the mountain. She peered down and saw a small shape falling with the ring. She said nothing. Nothing was needed. Nothing *could* have been said. She just bent, and helped Sam's shaking hands wrap Frodo's. She remained silent. Frodo watched her for a minute, and she inclined her head. The two hobbits lay down, waiting for death. Ademia stood, singing softly to sooth them, and herself, though she would never admit it. She at last sat down, but drew her long handled knife - to face death armed - and faced Minas Tirith. Her eyes were closing, but she felt a rush of air near her. She leapt to her feet, ready to defend the hobbits, but found it was not necessary. She smiled, but almost sadly. Retreating from her defensive stance she gestured to them. Gandalf looked at them. He spoke a quick order to her. She carried it out, but as soon as the last hobbit was on the Eagle, she stumbled to her knees. Climbing painfully to her feet she allowed Gandalf to get her onto an Eagle. Balancing herself carefully, she attempted to sit up straight, but just before Minas Tirith, she was forced to lay on the Eagle's back, and she cursed her weakness. On the landing her eyes closed. The wince did not go unnoticed by the elf who met them. He grabbed her and helped her to the Houses of Healing. Aragorn's eyes crinkled in worry when he saw her.
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Okay... well thats that.