Well, here I am with chapter two. I know I have updated these one after
another, but I think you'll want to know what happened to Med won't you? I
guess I'll tell ya. Oh by the way this is borderline Mary Sue, so "Sue" me!
I don't care. This is my healing process/story. You don't like it, don't
read it. BTW all flames are welcome.
Disclaimer: See Chap 1.
Chap. 2: Of all the things to save.
Med awoke in a forest. But a very green one. The one at home was never this green. Not even in full summer, which was what it was back home. Back home? Where was she? As she lay there thinking she began to feel a sharp pain in her left arm. She remembered the paperclip almost at once. Why was she still alive? Could some strange forest man have come and saved her? She'd have to remember to thank him later. At least she would live to see her beloved Games one more- but that's right. He's the reason she did it. As she began to feel depressed again she heard voices not far off. She strained her ears to hear them.
"I don't see why we had to go and save her, she'll just be a bother the whole way," said a gruff thick voice.
"I completely agree with you," answered an older voice.
"So you would rather she die out here, in the wild, where she obviously doesn't belong?" questioned a very kingly voice.
"I would rather us get on with our lives," the gruff voice answered back.
"She's listening to us," chirped in a soft voice.
Soon standing above her were 9 strangers. All of them were strange indeed.
"So this is the poor wounded doe that we went out of our way to save?" asked one of the shorter people in his gruff voice.
"Evidently so, Gimli," answered the old man in grey.
"Oy!" shouted an extremely short red head with hairy feet, "She's not an elf! You owe me a foot massage, Merry."
Another super short man got a disgusted look on his face, obviously this was the Merry he was talking about.
"She's very pretty, I can see why you thought she was an elf, Merry," said a beautiful blonde tall person with pointy ears. He also had the soft voice that she had heard exclaim her awareness. "Where are you from, Maiden?" asked a unshaven, unclean, but very kingly sounding man.
"I-I-I" she stammered not knowing what to say.
"OH, spit it out we haven't got all day," said another man with red hair.
"Indiana!" she finally shouted out.
"Where would that be, dear maiden?" asked another midget with brown hair and a gold necklace and a ring around his neck. The other short person on his right looked right back at her in pure bewilderment.
"In the U.S.A." she proclaimed.
"Frodo," started the one on the right of the necklace wearer, "I think she may be crazy. She lost a bloody hell amount of blood."
"Wait!" yelled Med, "Did you say his name was Frodo?"
"Yes I am Frodo Baggins of the Shire," answered the hobbit.
"Then that would make you Sam," she pointed to the appropriate hobbit. She then went out and named every member of the fellowship. Now everyone was confused, not only Med.
"I don't know how I got here, but I'm in Middle Earth!" she breathed in amazement. Suddenly a sharp pain went up her left arm. She fell backwards on to the mat she was laying on panting.
"I don't understand how she knows who we are, but we can't leave her here," said Legolas.
"I agree," answered Aragorn, "but could a woman make such a journey?"
"Are you kidding?" she answered, "I'm a Graysler, and an American, I can handle it." And with that she tried to sit up but fell back in more pain than she started with.
"Well, if she's coming with us she's going to have to get better and fast, we can't tarry here long," said the elder, Gandalf. "We must continue on to the south."
"I can use all my knowledge and Legolas can use all his elven wisdom, but we would still need three days till she would be ready to move out." Aragorn demanded.
"I'll do whatever it takes to get her well," Legolas stated staring down at the girl. Boromir just scoffed. "Of all the things we could have picked up, it had to be a woman."
"I resent that!" proclaimed Med weakly.
"Don't mind him," said the kind elf, "He's just not used to being around beautiful women," he smiled down at her, "Please try to rest and we will work on getting you travel ready."
Med smiled at the elf, he wasn't as bad as she thought. That'll show those Leggy mockers on Fanfiction. It turned out that Borormir was the jerk, but she couldn't help but stare at him as she tried to sleep.
As she drifted off into slumber the elf stole a glance at the sleeping hormonal nightmare. He couldn't quite place why but he was glad they had saved her. He was very glad indeed.
^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^ So Chap.2 is done. Tell me what you thought. Sorry if I creeped you out first chapter like I said this the healing process for breaking up with my boyfriend. BTW, I know I'll have a few spelling errors its 11:40 at night and I'm really tired. Don't ask. I just wanna give a shout out to BakuraPandagurl, I know your out there sumwhere. :D R/R
Disclaimer: See Chap 1.
Chap. 2: Of all the things to save.
Med awoke in a forest. But a very green one. The one at home was never this green. Not even in full summer, which was what it was back home. Back home? Where was she? As she lay there thinking she began to feel a sharp pain in her left arm. She remembered the paperclip almost at once. Why was she still alive? Could some strange forest man have come and saved her? She'd have to remember to thank him later. At least she would live to see her beloved Games one more- but that's right. He's the reason she did it. As she began to feel depressed again she heard voices not far off. She strained her ears to hear them.
"I don't see why we had to go and save her, she'll just be a bother the whole way," said a gruff thick voice.
"I completely agree with you," answered an older voice.
"So you would rather she die out here, in the wild, where she obviously doesn't belong?" questioned a very kingly voice.
"I would rather us get on with our lives," the gruff voice answered back.
"She's listening to us," chirped in a soft voice.
Soon standing above her were 9 strangers. All of them were strange indeed.
"So this is the poor wounded doe that we went out of our way to save?" asked one of the shorter people in his gruff voice.
"Evidently so, Gimli," answered the old man in grey.
"Oy!" shouted an extremely short red head with hairy feet, "She's not an elf! You owe me a foot massage, Merry."
Another super short man got a disgusted look on his face, obviously this was the Merry he was talking about.
"She's very pretty, I can see why you thought she was an elf, Merry," said a beautiful blonde tall person with pointy ears. He also had the soft voice that she had heard exclaim her awareness. "Where are you from, Maiden?" asked a unshaven, unclean, but very kingly sounding man.
"I-I-I" she stammered not knowing what to say.
"OH, spit it out we haven't got all day," said another man with red hair.
"Indiana!" she finally shouted out.
"Where would that be, dear maiden?" asked another midget with brown hair and a gold necklace and a ring around his neck. The other short person on his right looked right back at her in pure bewilderment.
"In the U.S.A." she proclaimed.
"Frodo," started the one on the right of the necklace wearer, "I think she may be crazy. She lost a bloody hell amount of blood."
"Wait!" yelled Med, "Did you say his name was Frodo?"
"Yes I am Frodo Baggins of the Shire," answered the hobbit.
"Then that would make you Sam," she pointed to the appropriate hobbit. She then went out and named every member of the fellowship. Now everyone was confused, not only Med.
"I don't know how I got here, but I'm in Middle Earth!" she breathed in amazement. Suddenly a sharp pain went up her left arm. She fell backwards on to the mat she was laying on panting.
"I don't understand how she knows who we are, but we can't leave her here," said Legolas.
"I agree," answered Aragorn, "but could a woman make such a journey?"
"Are you kidding?" she answered, "I'm a Graysler, and an American, I can handle it." And with that she tried to sit up but fell back in more pain than she started with.
"Well, if she's coming with us she's going to have to get better and fast, we can't tarry here long," said the elder, Gandalf. "We must continue on to the south."
"I can use all my knowledge and Legolas can use all his elven wisdom, but we would still need three days till she would be ready to move out." Aragorn demanded.
"I'll do whatever it takes to get her well," Legolas stated staring down at the girl. Boromir just scoffed. "Of all the things we could have picked up, it had to be a woman."
"I resent that!" proclaimed Med weakly.
"Don't mind him," said the kind elf, "He's just not used to being around beautiful women," he smiled down at her, "Please try to rest and we will work on getting you travel ready."
Med smiled at the elf, he wasn't as bad as she thought. That'll show those Leggy mockers on Fanfiction. It turned out that Borormir was the jerk, but she couldn't help but stare at him as she tried to sleep.
As she drifted off into slumber the elf stole a glance at the sleeping hormonal nightmare. He couldn't quite place why but he was glad they had saved her. He was very glad indeed.
^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^*^ So Chap.2 is done. Tell me what you thought. Sorry if I creeped you out first chapter like I said this the healing process for breaking up with my boyfriend. BTW, I know I'll have a few spelling errors its 11:40 at night and I'm really tired. Don't ask. I just wanna give a shout out to BakuraPandagurl, I know your out there sumwhere. :D R/R
