Thankyou to the three people that reviewed the last chapter!
Okay, firstly, to the anonymus reviewer that left no name - the story takes place in Rome - kidding! It takes place somewhere in Middle Earth (I have to tell you that my geography is not that good), and the era, well, it all depends upon whether I decide to put another character from LOTR in. So, be patient and only time will tell what time this story is set in - so, put in simpler terms (as I do tend to ramble once I get going) 'I don't know, perhaps I will soon. It's a question that has been plaguing me since I started writing it.'
Secondly, FantasyGirl, I'm going to answer your questions in the order that they were asked and try not to act like a complete spoil-sport to one of my few reviewers - 'kay...What Mistress Antigone meant...if I told you it might (will) ruin the story and then even less people will bother reading it. The warmth and strange language, you will find out later. And my blatant lack of reviewers poses only a little problem for me - I write the story because I feel inspired, and can only hope that more people will read it in the future.
Thirdly, I've said it once, I'll say it again - thankyou to the people that have reviewed, and if you haven't, it doesn't take that long - please do!
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Lord Antinous and the men had been camped in the same place for three days and two nights now. Despite their earlier eagerness to rest the men were now growing restless and were now urging Eurymachus to suggest they move onward in the search for the Princess. This was not a task Eurymachus was looking forward to completing.
Ever since finding the Princesses deserted camp Lord Antinous had been in a foul mood.
At that moment he was at the edge of their camp pacing back and forth angrily with his hands clasped behind his back and a dark expression on his face.
Eurymachus warily approached him trying not to seem as if he were pussyfooting around.
"My Lord…" he began, but Antinous held up a dismissive hand.
"Say nothing. We shall move onward shortly."
Eurymachus inclined his head respectfully, offered a small smile and walked back to his men who looked at him questioningly but he sighed and waved a hand at them, much in the manner of Lord Antinous, but not nearly as rude.
He hoped, but did not expect Lord Antinous's mood to be better when they set off again.
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Edie had fallen asleep in the chair and now woke to a roaring fire in the grate opposite her. She was feeling better, a bit better. Her head hurt and the bright orange flames of the fire were painful to look at.
She sat, not wanting to get up and see where Legolas and Mistress Antigone were, a few moments soltude was what she felt she needed.
Then behind her she heard shuffling, stilted footsteps, and then a hacking cough, and she knew that Mistress Antigone was approaching - Edie didn't know if Legolas even had the ability to make that much noise.
"Well, dear, you're awake." the Old Woman said in her low rasping voice as she shuffled into Edie's view holding a bowl of something that looked like a meat stew.
Edie smiled weakly at her, and then frowned remembering that Mistress Antigone was blind and wouldn't be able to see her smile.
"How are you feeling?"
Edie opened her mouth, and drew in a ragged breath. "I am..." she paused, not knowing how to explain the way she felt, it was somewhere in between fine and ill.
"Don't worry, child. Eat this." Mistress Antigone reached out for Edie's pale hands and firmly placed the warm bowl in them. "It will make you feel better."
Edie sat looking at the food, it made her feel sick. "What did you do to me?" she asked softly only half of her wanting to know.
"I looked inside of you. I've seen..." At this she trailed off and turned to her left. Edie looked where Mistress Antigone's empty eyes lingered. Legolas had entered the room.
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Sorry it's only short. More will come soon ;0)
Okay, firstly, to the anonymus reviewer that left no name - the story takes place in Rome - kidding! It takes place somewhere in Middle Earth (I have to tell you that my geography is not that good), and the era, well, it all depends upon whether I decide to put another character from LOTR in. So, be patient and only time will tell what time this story is set in - so, put in simpler terms (as I do tend to ramble once I get going) 'I don't know, perhaps I will soon. It's a question that has been plaguing me since I started writing it.'
Secondly, FantasyGirl, I'm going to answer your questions in the order that they were asked and try not to act like a complete spoil-sport to one of my few reviewers - 'kay...What Mistress Antigone meant...if I told you it might (will) ruin the story and then even less people will bother reading it. The warmth and strange language, you will find out later. And my blatant lack of reviewers poses only a little problem for me - I write the story because I feel inspired, and can only hope that more people will read it in the future.
Thirdly, I've said it once, I'll say it again - thankyou to the people that have reviewed, and if you haven't, it doesn't take that long - please do!
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Lord Antinous and the men had been camped in the same place for three days and two nights now. Despite their earlier eagerness to rest the men were now growing restless and were now urging Eurymachus to suggest they move onward in the search for the Princess. This was not a task Eurymachus was looking forward to completing.
Ever since finding the Princesses deserted camp Lord Antinous had been in a foul mood.
At that moment he was at the edge of their camp pacing back and forth angrily with his hands clasped behind his back and a dark expression on his face.
Eurymachus warily approached him trying not to seem as if he were pussyfooting around.
"My Lord…" he began, but Antinous held up a dismissive hand.
"Say nothing. We shall move onward shortly."
Eurymachus inclined his head respectfully, offered a small smile and walked back to his men who looked at him questioningly but he sighed and waved a hand at them, much in the manner of Lord Antinous, but not nearly as rude.
He hoped, but did not expect Lord Antinous's mood to be better when they set off again.
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Edie had fallen asleep in the chair and now woke to a roaring fire in the grate opposite her. She was feeling better, a bit better. Her head hurt and the bright orange flames of the fire were painful to look at.
She sat, not wanting to get up and see where Legolas and Mistress Antigone were, a few moments soltude was what she felt she needed.
Then behind her she heard shuffling, stilted footsteps, and then a hacking cough, and she knew that Mistress Antigone was approaching - Edie didn't know if Legolas even had the ability to make that much noise.
"Well, dear, you're awake." the Old Woman said in her low rasping voice as she shuffled into Edie's view holding a bowl of something that looked like a meat stew.
Edie smiled weakly at her, and then frowned remembering that Mistress Antigone was blind and wouldn't be able to see her smile.
"How are you feeling?"
Edie opened her mouth, and drew in a ragged breath. "I am..." she paused, not knowing how to explain the way she felt, it was somewhere in between fine and ill.
"Don't worry, child. Eat this." Mistress Antigone reached out for Edie's pale hands and firmly placed the warm bowl in them. "It will make you feel better."
Edie sat looking at the food, it made her feel sick. "What did you do to me?" she asked softly only half of her wanting to know.
"I looked inside of you. I've seen..." At this she trailed off and turned to her left. Edie looked where Mistress Antigone's empty eyes lingered. Legolas had entered the room.
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Sorry it's only short. More will come soon ;0)