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To clear up confusion, I mistakenly called the Minas Tirith Houses of Healing the infirmary. I apologize for any other mistakes. I don't currently have a copy of The Return of the King with me, which is when this story takes place.
Also, I apologize for not updating for the last few days. I was grounded (oh I feel so awful, BAD llama!). (By the way, that comes from The Emperor's New Groove.)
"Hi, uh, Dolenand-, uh, Dolenand-, uh, what was your name again?" Pippin said.
The Elf smiled. "Dolenandúnêion," he replied. "Call me Dolen."
"Okay," Pippin said.
Dolen led them to Galadriel and Celeborn. The two Elves greeted the travelers. "Legolas, good to see you," Celeborn said. "And you, King Elessar," Galadriel added. "How are the little people?"
"Good," Merry said. "Can you help Pippin?"
"That depends. What does he need?" Galadriel said.
"He's blind," Legolas said. "Elessar hoped that you could heal him."
"I cannot," she replied. "That is beyond my power."
"My lady, I thought you could heal everything," Aragorn said.
"Then you thought wrong, my king," she replied.
"You liar!" Merry yelled suddenly. "Strider, you said she could heal him!"
"I thought she could!" Aragorn replied, surprised.
"Now, go, rest," Galadriel interrupted. "Aragorn, please escort the hobbits out of here. Dolenandúnêion will escort you to your rooms. Legolas, you may stay here with the other Elves."
"I don't want to be anywhere near him!" Merry said. "Please, my lady, don't make me go with him! I would be happy if I never saw him again!"
"Meriadoc Brandybuck," Galadriel said. "That is enough out of you. Aragorn will take you to Dolenandúnêion and then you will be taken to your rooms. If you have a problem with Aragorn, you will settle it later, away from Lothlorien. There will be no blood shed here."
Merry bowed. "I apologize, my lady," he said.
She smiled. "Now, go," she said.
To clear up confusion, I mistakenly called the Minas Tirith Houses of Healing the infirmary. I apologize for any other mistakes. I don't currently have a copy of The Return of the King with me, which is when this story takes place.
Also, I apologize for not updating for the last few days. I was grounded (oh I feel so awful, BAD llama!). (By the way, that comes from The Emperor's New Groove.)
"Hi, uh, Dolenand-, uh, Dolenand-, uh, what was your name again?" Pippin said.
The Elf smiled. "Dolenandúnêion," he replied. "Call me Dolen."
"Okay," Pippin said.
Dolen led them to Galadriel and Celeborn. The two Elves greeted the travelers. "Legolas, good to see you," Celeborn said. "And you, King Elessar," Galadriel added. "How are the little people?"
"Good," Merry said. "Can you help Pippin?"
"That depends. What does he need?" Galadriel said.
"He's blind," Legolas said. "Elessar hoped that you could heal him."
"I cannot," she replied. "That is beyond my power."
"My lady, I thought you could heal everything," Aragorn said.
"Then you thought wrong, my king," she replied.
"You liar!" Merry yelled suddenly. "Strider, you said she could heal him!"
"I thought she could!" Aragorn replied, surprised.
"Now, go, rest," Galadriel interrupted. "Aragorn, please escort the hobbits out of here. Dolenandúnêion will escort you to your rooms. Legolas, you may stay here with the other Elves."
"I don't want to be anywhere near him!" Merry said. "Please, my lady, don't make me go with him! I would be happy if I never saw him again!"
"Meriadoc Brandybuck," Galadriel said. "That is enough out of you. Aragorn will take you to Dolenandúnêion and then you will be taken to your rooms. If you have a problem with Aragorn, you will settle it later, away from Lothlorien. There will be no blood shed here."
Merry bowed. "I apologize, my lady," he said.
She smiled. "Now, go," she said.