Okay, in this chapter there are, like, 2 words of elvish (can you guess which ones they are?) and I stole them from the movie, so you should know what they mean - if you don't it says at the end ;0)
Also, this is not a nice chapter if you're a bit squeamish - v. detailed.
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"Ah, you're awake." Legolas said quietly.
Edie regarded him with the look of someone who had just been deprived of hearing something that they saw as vitally important.
"Are you well enough to walk." he asked, approaching the chair and casting a look at Mistress Antigone.
"Havo dad, Legolas." the Old Crone said, her voice merely a croaking whisper. "I was talking to the girl."
Edie almost corrected her, 'Princess.' she said in her mind, never forgetting what she really was.
"You have interfered enough." Legolas said regarding her with a thinly veiled scowl. "Are you well enough to walk?" he asked Edie again.
Edie bent and put the bowl down by the chair, "Yes." she said forcing a smile, a little anxious now the atmosphere in the room had grown almost hostile.
"Be careful, child." Mistress Antigone croaked as Edie pushed herself up and out of the chair, holding onto one of the chair arms for support as she slowly exited the cottage behind Legolas.
Outside it was dark and chilly. The night air wrapped itself around Edie like a cloak and she wondered whether she was shivering from the cold or whether she was still suffering the after-effects of Mistress Antigone's touch.
Legolas strode on before her through the trees, even darker now than before in the forest.
Edie still felt sick, and nearly was four times in various bushes and shrubs along their path, except now she had nothing in her stomach to come out.
She dropped down onto her hands and knees and coughed, her hair falling into her sweat-covered, pale face. "Legolas..." she said quietly, forcing the word out and hoping he would stop.
He already had and was by her side, kneeling next to her in the dirt and putting a slender hand upon her arched back as she struggled not to retch, the bile rising up in her throat.
"Perhaps we should camp here." the Elf said, rubbing Edie's back with one hand and pushing the hair out of her face with the other.
Edie took a few deep breaths trying to quell the feelings of nausea, "Yes."
She let herself drop down onto the slightly damp earth and rolled over onto her side, not wanting to tempt fate by lying on her stomach as she normally did.
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'Havo dad...' - 'Sit down...'
Aww, c'mon, Aragorn says it.
Also, this is not a nice chapter if you're a bit squeamish - v. detailed.
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"Ah, you're awake." Legolas said quietly.
Edie regarded him with the look of someone who had just been deprived of hearing something that they saw as vitally important.
"Are you well enough to walk." he asked, approaching the chair and casting a look at Mistress Antigone.
"Havo dad, Legolas." the Old Crone said, her voice merely a croaking whisper. "I was talking to the girl."
Edie almost corrected her, 'Princess.' she said in her mind, never forgetting what she really was.
"You have interfered enough." Legolas said regarding her with a thinly veiled scowl. "Are you well enough to walk?" he asked Edie again.
Edie bent and put the bowl down by the chair, "Yes." she said forcing a smile, a little anxious now the atmosphere in the room had grown almost hostile.
"Be careful, child." Mistress Antigone croaked as Edie pushed herself up and out of the chair, holding onto one of the chair arms for support as she slowly exited the cottage behind Legolas.
Outside it was dark and chilly. The night air wrapped itself around Edie like a cloak and she wondered whether she was shivering from the cold or whether she was still suffering the after-effects of Mistress Antigone's touch.
Legolas strode on before her through the trees, even darker now than before in the forest.
Edie still felt sick, and nearly was four times in various bushes and shrubs along their path, except now she had nothing in her stomach to come out.
She dropped down onto her hands and knees and coughed, her hair falling into her sweat-covered, pale face. "Legolas..." she said quietly, forcing the word out and hoping he would stop.
He already had and was by her side, kneeling next to her in the dirt and putting a slender hand upon her arched back as she struggled not to retch, the bile rising up in her throat.
"Perhaps we should camp here." the Elf said, rubbing Edie's back with one hand and pushing the hair out of her face with the other.
Edie took a few deep breaths trying to quell the feelings of nausea, "Yes."
She let herself drop down onto the slightly damp earth and rolled over onto her side, not wanting to tempt fate by lying on her stomach as she normally did.
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'Havo dad...' - 'Sit down...'
Aww, c'mon, Aragorn says it.