I put my phone back in the bag as my thoughts began to run rampant. I
started rambling off questions, more to myself than Legolas.
"How did this happen? I mean, this isn't possible, is it? Why am I here? Where is here? How did I get here? Arg! I don't understand! Oh, my head!" All the stress was starting to make my head hurt again.
"Shall I take you back now?" Legolas asked, seeing my pain. I didn't know what else I was going to do, so I said yes.
We walked/hobbled to the stairs before the Hall that we were in earlier. I had been fighting my nausea the whole way, but it finally overpowered me.
"I think I'm gonna be sick!" I said as I doubled over. "Sorry, I think I got your boots. But thanks for holding my hair back." Legolas said nothing and instead took off his boots and set them aside.
It was then that I finally realized that my hair was down. I never wore my hair down; it bothered me, so I became even more frustrated with the situation.
We were back in the room where I had awoken in earlier and I asked Legolas if I could have a rubber band to tie my hair up in.
"Pardon me, milady?" he asked.
"A rubber band," I said. Then more slowly, "Rub-ber band."
"You want me to rub your hand? Are you feeling alright?"
"No! A rubber band!" He looked at me confusedly. "Never mind, it's not worth it."
Legolas looked at me again through narrowed eyes, but continued on. "I think it would be wise for you to get some more rest," he said as he helped me into the bed.
"I'm not tired, I've been sleeping for days. I don't need to rest," I protested like a toddler. "It's just stupid, really." I was out before my head hit the pillow.
"How did this happen? I mean, this isn't possible, is it? Why am I here? Where is here? How did I get here? Arg! I don't understand! Oh, my head!" All the stress was starting to make my head hurt again.
"Shall I take you back now?" Legolas asked, seeing my pain. I didn't know what else I was going to do, so I said yes.
We walked/hobbled to the stairs before the Hall that we were in earlier. I had been fighting my nausea the whole way, but it finally overpowered me.
"I think I'm gonna be sick!" I said as I doubled over. "Sorry, I think I got your boots. But thanks for holding my hair back." Legolas said nothing and instead took off his boots and set them aside.
It was then that I finally realized that my hair was down. I never wore my hair down; it bothered me, so I became even more frustrated with the situation.
We were back in the room where I had awoken in earlier and I asked Legolas if I could have a rubber band to tie my hair up in.
"Pardon me, milady?" he asked.
"A rubber band," I said. Then more slowly, "Rub-ber band."
"You want me to rub your hand? Are you feeling alright?"
"No! A rubber band!" He looked at me confusedly. "Never mind, it's not worth it."
Legolas looked at me again through narrowed eyes, but continued on. "I think it would be wise for you to get some more rest," he said as he helped me into the bed.
"I'm not tired, I've been sleeping for days. I don't need to rest," I protested like a toddler. "It's just stupid, really." I was out before my head hit the pillow.