Ooookay! Well, I've now decided to update only one story at a time, and Ademia will be it, but I MAY update my other two.. occasionally.
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Legolas's mind was torn between the female lying near-death in the Houses of Healing, and the various other problems at hand. Gimli noticed the distraction in his friend. Aragorn watched Ademia carefully, but nearly a week later she was showing no signs of more life. Whatever occured in Mordor was obviously deeper than starvation.
Celeborn, dismounted hurridly when he heard about Ademia's condition. The servants showed him to her room. Taking in her pasty-faced condition in one glance he looked up at Aragorn. He shook his head, and looked down. But his head shot back up, and he was to her side in a half an instant when she moaned. Her eyes fluttered open. She sat up straight. She let out a loud yelp before she could stifle it. Aragorn examined her back. With a murmured 'of course!'
"'Of course' what?! There is no 'of course!'"
Aragorn chuckled. "Yes there is."
He placed his hands in the middle of her back and twisted. She winced and bit her lip. "Are you people in a plot to kill me?"
Aragorn stood back. "You did a pretty good job of that yourself, without our help."
She turned sideways, and saw Celeborn. Her father held her in a hug. Tight, but loose enough not to hurt her. He stepped back. "You do that ever again, and I'll kill you."
Ademia laughed. Legolas entered the room, without looking. "Faramir is looking for you."
He nodded. He got about two steps out of the room before he backtracked. "You get out of that bed you will wish you'd never been born. Got it?"
Ademia made a face (you guess which) at him. Legolas looked at the bed and he jerked, startled. Ademia laughed. "Honestly! You'd think I'd died."
"You nearly did," he said seriously.
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Okay. FINALLY! Sheesh! Being in 7th grade is harder than it seems!
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Legolas's mind was torn between the female lying near-death in the Houses of Healing, and the various other problems at hand. Gimli noticed the distraction in his friend. Aragorn watched Ademia carefully, but nearly a week later she was showing no signs of more life. Whatever occured in Mordor was obviously deeper than starvation.
Celeborn, dismounted hurridly when he heard about Ademia's condition. The servants showed him to her room. Taking in her pasty-faced condition in one glance he looked up at Aragorn. He shook his head, and looked down. But his head shot back up, and he was to her side in a half an instant when she moaned. Her eyes fluttered open. She sat up straight. She let out a loud yelp before she could stifle it. Aragorn examined her back. With a murmured 'of course!'
"'Of course' what?! There is no 'of course!'"
Aragorn chuckled. "Yes there is."
He placed his hands in the middle of her back and twisted. She winced and bit her lip. "Are you people in a plot to kill me?"
Aragorn stood back. "You did a pretty good job of that yourself, without our help."
She turned sideways, and saw Celeborn. Her father held her in a hug. Tight, but loose enough not to hurt her. He stepped back. "You do that ever again, and I'll kill you."
Ademia laughed. Legolas entered the room, without looking. "Faramir is looking for you."
He nodded. He got about two steps out of the room before he backtracked. "You get out of that bed you will wish you'd never been born. Got it?"
Ademia made a face (you guess which) at him. Legolas looked at the bed and he jerked, startled. Ademia laughed. "Honestly! You'd think I'd died."
"You nearly did," he said seriously.
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Okay. FINALLY! Sheesh! Being in 7th grade is harder than it seems!