Well, as you can tell I have nothing better to do, than type this story some more. I need to keep busy or I'll end up like Med. You know what I mean, and if you don't think back to the first chapter for a minute. Yeah. So now that I am done coming up with excuses on why I am updating so fast, on with the next friggin chapter.

Disclaimer: Added to the whole list I have now- I do not own the song Giving In by Adema. I do not own Adema, like I didn't N-sync. So now that you understand I can get on with the story. I do however co-own the Louie Loco song that is mentioned in this story. The tune does not belong to me.

Chap. 5: Days Gone By

It was now the day that Med was supposedly to be well enough to travel. After a quick inspection by Aragorn and a bandage change, (Just as painful as last time), she was given a pack to carry and they set off. They had wasted enough time, and it figured that they were still on the road to the pass of Rohan. In her head Med could just see the scene they would be upon any day now.

She was forced to wear a sling for her arm, cause it hurt when it swung with the movement of her body. She felt extremely helpless with the use of only one arm. The only other time she hadn't had the use of an arm was back when she was hospitalized at two.

It had been a little after her papaw's death, and she became sick with a fever of 104! She couldn't keep anything down. When she went to the hospital, they stuck her full of needles and she could move one arm cause of the I.V.

"What are you thinking?" asked Boromir, bringing her back to her senses.

"Oh, just about days gone by," she breathed it's a good thing she lost all that weight before she broke up with Games, or this would be torture.

"You mean your childhood?" he asked.

"Yes, which seems so long ago, but really it isn't," she sighed thinking of just about 6 months ago.

It was back when he was the love of her life. He had said he was going to call her the night before and never did. She was mad at him and ignored him most of the morning. The whole first 3 classes, which she had with him, he tried to get her attention, but she wouldn't give him the time of day. Finally at lunch she let him tell her what was up. He said he was busy doing stuff for his dad, and didn't get the chance to call. He then moved from sitting in front of her at the lunch table to next to her and whispered in her ear, "I just wanted to tell you, I love you." After that everything was wonderful that day. She felt terrible for snubbing him earlier, the worst was she didn't have anymore classes with him, to say she felt the same way.

"Maiden?" asked Legolas.

"Hum?" she answered snapping back to reality where no one loved her.

"You looked sad, I just wanted to make sure everything was fine," he explained.

"Oh just remembering something I left back at home," she said, giving a fake smile.

"What was it?" he asked full of curiosity.

"Nothing important," she lied, "Not like it'll miss me back."

She then let her mind wander to a time when she was just introduced to the wonderful world she was in now. She was at choir, in the 6th grade. He was there sitting right next to her. They were singing a stupid made up song. "La la la Louie Loco, likes to drink coco, and sing el soprano, by the piano, and eat some el tacos, with some hot sauce-o, and chile reano, so take Louie home. Cha cha cha!" They were both smiling and laughing. It was a good day.

WACK! She had run into a tree. She stumbled backwards trying to regain her footing but started to fall. Luckily the elf and Boromir caught her.

"You should really watch where you're going!" said Gandalf glowering at her under his gray bushy eyebrows.

"Sorry, I was uh… uh… just thinking," she managed massaging her head.

"And about what?" asked the dwarf walking up next to the glowering wizard.

"Days gone by," replied Boromir helping her upright and brushing his hands on his tunic.

"Hmm, figures," scoffed the dwarf.

"He really doesn't like me, does he?" asked Med to anyone in particular.

"No he just really doesn't like women," answered Frodo coming up to stand next to her. He was about the size of her little sister back home.

"Well, no wonder there are few dwarven women, they probably have all run away from guys like Gimli," she huffed brushing the dirt of her sling. Frodo smiled up at her and walked forward to catch up with the other hobbits.

"That was interesting," said Boromir still behind her.

"How?" she asked.

"That little halfling hardly talks to anyone, but those hobbits yet, he'll talk to you," wondered the man.

"I think he senses her knowledge of him and his kind," the elf answered for her.

"I wouldn't know," Med said moving forward to keep up with the rest of the fellowship.

To keep herself from wandering off into her thoughts again she hummed a song under her breath.

"Take me under, I'm giving into you, I'm dying tonight, I'm giving into you, watch me crumble, I'm giving into you, I'm crying tonight!" she quietly sang to herself.

"What was that?" asked the elf who was by her side.

"A song," she answered.

"It sounded much different than most of the songs I know of," he bewilderedly stated.

"That's cause it's Goth music," she quickly added, "A Goth is a person who is really into death and dying and-"

"Hurting themselves?" finished Leggy looking at her with concern.

"Yes, most of them," she ashamedly admitted.

"Are you one of these?" he asked.

"Kinda, yeah, kinda not," she answered waving her free and back and forth, "I have a bit of a split personality, Leggy."

"Does that mean there are two sides to you?" questioned the elf.

"Yes precisely!" she smiled, "Your catching on to my slang, Leggy!"

"Slang?" he raised an eyebrow to the word.

"Oh never mind," she brushed it aside, "Ya know when you raise your eyebrow you look like Games," she said her smile fading as she said his name.

"Who is Games?"

"The reason my arm looks this way."

"So he's the man who broke your heart and made you want to kill yourself, made you…Goth?"

"Yes," she sighed.

"Med, you must promise me never to hurt yourself over a man again," ordered Legolas.

"Well, mother!" she sarcastically remarked.

"I'm serious, Medalia D'oro Graysler," he said looking down at her with concern in his eyes.

"Alright, I promise, but you gotta keep me from getting with the wrong guys, so they don't break my heart, okay Leggy?" she asked.

"Okay…" he said not really getting the gist of what she was saying.

"I mean you gotta keep the boys that are gonna break my heart away from me. Be my protective big brother, get it?"

"I believe so," he answered.

"All right I won't cut, and you'll help me find the right guys," she said holding out her good hand, "Deal?"

"Uh…"

"If you agree, shake my hand." He shook her hand. "Great!" she smiled clasping him in a one armed hug. In return he put both his arms around her accidentally squeezing her left arm.

"IIIIEEEAAAGGGG!!!!!!" she screamed making the rest of the fellowship look behind to see the two in a hug. They quickly separated, she could see the hobbits huddle together and gossip. They were as bad as some people at school.

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