Title: Coil 4/?
Chapter Title: The Guardian
Author: Haunting Shinigami
E-mail: Mystique002@aol.com
Characters: Imrodir, Pan, Sam
Warnings: OCs, Angst, Slight Gore
Rating: PG
Summary: Elrond's plan starts to be set into place as the two doctor's go to visit the Ring bearers. And Sam is in for a surprise when he is interrupted by Imrodir. Complete: 4/?
Disclaimer: I do not own them, I only molest them for my own sick pleasures.
A/n: Review.and Review some more cause reviews are uber shibby. Thanks to Tulie, my muse, who makes a cameo in this chapter.
Niemth tien Banazir, Thanks for teaching me how to rip apart trees with my bear hands.
The two walked down the halls, never missing a beat. Their beauty went unnoticed in these halls. Too much work was going on to let any man, women, or child stop to look at them.
Also in these halls, elf maids were not uncommon.
It was early morning, each of them had finished with their last patients. Their conversation now was about their new patients.
"How exactly, are we suppost to help.these..these."
"Hobbits?"
"Yes. What did Elrond mean exactly?"
Imrodir smiled. "He means that we are to put ideas into their heads, to get them back together."
They walked by rooms where muffled screams were coming from. They walked past soldiers with only half an arm or leg. The dim light bringing out each wound and each feature of the figures that walked by.
"Do you think that they are awake right now?" Pan looked at a man who was holding a towel to his head and asking passers by where "Tulie" was. No one knew.
"I believe that the two younger hobbits will be sleeping right now as will the Ringbearer. But."
"Have you seen Tulie?" The man asked the two. Pan noticed that he was missing one eye.
"She's in the East Hall, three doors down dear." Imrodir bowed and handed him a fresh towel from her pack.
"Oh! Thank you miss!" He scurried off past them, giving the used towel to Pan.
"As I was saying." Imrodir took the old towel and placed it in her pack. Pan whipped the blood on her already bloody gown with a grimace.
"I believe that Mr. Gamgee will be awake at this point."
"Do you want me to..." Pan started, already dreading the thought of dealing with the hobbits.
"No, you can go get the new bandages and herbs for Frodo's hand. I'll talk to Sam."
Pan nodded and made her way towards the storage room. While Imrodir turned left towards the Ringbearer's room.
~*~*~*~
He brushed off a strand of hair that had fallen across his master's face. Tears from a nightmare were wet apon his cheeks and Samwise brushed them off with his hands, making sure not to touch any of the healing wounds that made up Frodo's face.
He lay beside his master, daring not to sleep himself for fear that Frodo would have another nightmare. He feared that he wouldn't be there to wake him if that happened.
Sam had barely slept in three days.
His feet were all but unusable, Mount Doom's glass surface had torn them to mutilated stumps. His upper torso had burns and gauges from the Orcs and Mount Doom's heat. His hands were no better off than his feet. Scratches and cuts and burns had turned them into two big messes of scars.
But that wasn't gong to stop him from protecting his Frodo.
He had gotten him through the quest, he would not give up now that the quest was over.
But he had been wondering though.was the quest really over? Perhaps, maybe now, another quest had just begun.
All he wanted was to go home and have everything be alright again. But.it seemed that with his master in such a condition.would he be able to make it all better again. Would anything be the same again?
"Well, we got out adventure, didn't we Mr. Frodo?" Sam asked the now soundly sleeping Frodo.
"Yes Sam, and what an adventure it was."
He was surprised by the answer, but as he tried to continue the conversation Frodo fell back into slumber, his back turned to Sam.
Sam placed his hands on Frodo's back and gave him a slow back rub. He glanced at Frodo's neck and saw the bandage where the deep gauge of the chain had been. It had eaten away at Frodo's neck as the Ring got heavier and heavier.
A single tear ran down Sam's face.
"I'm so sorry Frodo."
Why couldn't he have done more for him? Why did his Frodo have to be the one? It wasn't right. Why did he have to be the one to give up so much?
And why couldn't he help him now?
"I'm sorry."
"Good morning Master Gamgee."
Sam looked up, surprised by the sudden appearance of the Elf. He quickly whipped away his tears.
"'Lo Miss."
She wasn't the normal Maiden that came to look after them. He was curious by this. The other Maid hadn't done anything wrong.had she?
"My name is Imrodir. Elrond has sent me to replace your old doctor." She moved across the room towards Sam's bed. His bandages were spread across the sheets. She frowned at the sight of them.
"Dear, you shouldn't take off these bandages without one of us present. The wounds aren't healed enough to allow them to go unkempt."
He nodded, and made to get himself up to help her clean the bloody mess he had made of the bed.
"On no! Sit down. I'll care to it myself."
She was nice, he thought, but there was something she wasn't telling him.
"Why did Elrond replace the old nurse? Miss, if you don't mind me asking."
Apparently, she didn't. "He felt that with my experiences, I would be more suited to this job."
"Oh." That wasn't the exact answer he wanted but he stopped himself from asking more. It wasn't his place to fiddle in the choices of Elves.
Or maybe he should start. The last decision the Elves made, lost him his best friend.
"How is Frodo doing? Has he talked much?" She folded up the blood covered bed sheets.
Sam sat up and watched her for a while before answering the question.
"He's.as well as he can be for now. I suppose."
Imrodir walked over towards Sam to treat his hurts, and as she did she caught him mumbling, "Though I ain't helpin' him any."
She sighed at that. Sam snapped up his head when she realized she had overheard him.
"Well..um..I mean..there's not much I can do for him now is there..?"
Imrodir took off the towels and gauze around Sam's feet and went about putting medicine on it. Sam made a hissing sound as the gooey oils were placed on his feet.
"I can't save him if I can't even.owshhhh.walk.myself."
"One does not need to walk to be able to help a friend."
She had stopped rubbing on the oils and was now placing new bandages on Sam's feet.
"What can I do for him now?"
"Talk to him, let him know that you're here."
"But."
"He's asleep but he will hear you. Just talk to him."
Sam lay back down against the head board and closed his eyes.
"I suppose."
"But you need to rest now."
She stood up and started packing away her things. "I will remain here until you are done sleeping. I need to tend to Master Baggins anyway. But you won't be able to look after him if you can't look after yourself."
Sam gave a sign of half reproach and half relief. But, he nodded and lay his head down on the same pillow Frodo's head rested.
"Thank you Miss Imrodir."
"Thank you Master Gamgee."
By the time Pan came into the room Sam was fast asleep and dreaming of his garden during the beautiful Spring time of the Shire.
TBC
HS: Yup.this fic is going on pretty well I think. What do you think? I'm gonna go write up ideas for the fifth chapter. Later!
Chapter Title: The Guardian
Author: Haunting Shinigami
E-mail: Mystique002@aol.com
Characters: Imrodir, Pan, Sam
Warnings: OCs, Angst, Slight Gore
Rating: PG
Summary: Elrond's plan starts to be set into place as the two doctor's go to visit the Ring bearers. And Sam is in for a surprise when he is interrupted by Imrodir. Complete: 4/?
Disclaimer: I do not own them, I only molest them for my own sick pleasures.
A/n: Review.and Review some more cause reviews are uber shibby. Thanks to Tulie, my muse, who makes a cameo in this chapter.
Niemth tien Banazir, Thanks for teaching me how to rip apart trees with my bear hands.
The two walked down the halls, never missing a beat. Their beauty went unnoticed in these halls. Too much work was going on to let any man, women, or child stop to look at them.
Also in these halls, elf maids were not uncommon.
It was early morning, each of them had finished with their last patients. Their conversation now was about their new patients.
"How exactly, are we suppost to help.these..these."
"Hobbits?"
"Yes. What did Elrond mean exactly?"
Imrodir smiled. "He means that we are to put ideas into their heads, to get them back together."
They walked by rooms where muffled screams were coming from. They walked past soldiers with only half an arm or leg. The dim light bringing out each wound and each feature of the figures that walked by.
"Do you think that they are awake right now?" Pan looked at a man who was holding a towel to his head and asking passers by where "Tulie" was. No one knew.
"I believe that the two younger hobbits will be sleeping right now as will the Ringbearer. But."
"Have you seen Tulie?" The man asked the two. Pan noticed that he was missing one eye.
"She's in the East Hall, three doors down dear." Imrodir bowed and handed him a fresh towel from her pack.
"Oh! Thank you miss!" He scurried off past them, giving the used towel to Pan.
"As I was saying." Imrodir took the old towel and placed it in her pack. Pan whipped the blood on her already bloody gown with a grimace.
"I believe that Mr. Gamgee will be awake at this point."
"Do you want me to..." Pan started, already dreading the thought of dealing with the hobbits.
"No, you can go get the new bandages and herbs for Frodo's hand. I'll talk to Sam."
Pan nodded and made her way towards the storage room. While Imrodir turned left towards the Ringbearer's room.
~*~*~*~
He brushed off a strand of hair that had fallen across his master's face. Tears from a nightmare were wet apon his cheeks and Samwise brushed them off with his hands, making sure not to touch any of the healing wounds that made up Frodo's face.
He lay beside his master, daring not to sleep himself for fear that Frodo would have another nightmare. He feared that he wouldn't be there to wake him if that happened.
Sam had barely slept in three days.
His feet were all but unusable, Mount Doom's glass surface had torn them to mutilated stumps. His upper torso had burns and gauges from the Orcs and Mount Doom's heat. His hands were no better off than his feet. Scratches and cuts and burns had turned them into two big messes of scars.
But that wasn't gong to stop him from protecting his Frodo.
He had gotten him through the quest, he would not give up now that the quest was over.
But he had been wondering though.was the quest really over? Perhaps, maybe now, another quest had just begun.
All he wanted was to go home and have everything be alright again. But.it seemed that with his master in such a condition.would he be able to make it all better again. Would anything be the same again?
"Well, we got out adventure, didn't we Mr. Frodo?" Sam asked the now soundly sleeping Frodo.
"Yes Sam, and what an adventure it was."
He was surprised by the answer, but as he tried to continue the conversation Frodo fell back into slumber, his back turned to Sam.
Sam placed his hands on Frodo's back and gave him a slow back rub. He glanced at Frodo's neck and saw the bandage where the deep gauge of the chain had been. It had eaten away at Frodo's neck as the Ring got heavier and heavier.
A single tear ran down Sam's face.
"I'm so sorry Frodo."
Why couldn't he have done more for him? Why did his Frodo have to be the one? It wasn't right. Why did he have to be the one to give up so much?
And why couldn't he help him now?
"I'm sorry."
"Good morning Master Gamgee."
Sam looked up, surprised by the sudden appearance of the Elf. He quickly whipped away his tears.
"'Lo Miss."
She wasn't the normal Maiden that came to look after them. He was curious by this. The other Maid hadn't done anything wrong.had she?
"My name is Imrodir. Elrond has sent me to replace your old doctor." She moved across the room towards Sam's bed. His bandages were spread across the sheets. She frowned at the sight of them.
"Dear, you shouldn't take off these bandages without one of us present. The wounds aren't healed enough to allow them to go unkempt."
He nodded, and made to get himself up to help her clean the bloody mess he had made of the bed.
"On no! Sit down. I'll care to it myself."
She was nice, he thought, but there was something she wasn't telling him.
"Why did Elrond replace the old nurse? Miss, if you don't mind me asking."
Apparently, she didn't. "He felt that with my experiences, I would be more suited to this job."
"Oh." That wasn't the exact answer he wanted but he stopped himself from asking more. It wasn't his place to fiddle in the choices of Elves.
Or maybe he should start. The last decision the Elves made, lost him his best friend.
"How is Frodo doing? Has he talked much?" She folded up the blood covered bed sheets.
Sam sat up and watched her for a while before answering the question.
"He's.as well as he can be for now. I suppose."
Imrodir walked over towards Sam to treat his hurts, and as she did she caught him mumbling, "Though I ain't helpin' him any."
She sighed at that. Sam snapped up his head when she realized she had overheard him.
"Well..um..I mean..there's not much I can do for him now is there..?"
Imrodir took off the towels and gauze around Sam's feet and went about putting medicine on it. Sam made a hissing sound as the gooey oils were placed on his feet.
"I can't save him if I can't even.owshhhh.walk.myself."
"One does not need to walk to be able to help a friend."
She had stopped rubbing on the oils and was now placing new bandages on Sam's feet.
"What can I do for him now?"
"Talk to him, let him know that you're here."
"But."
"He's asleep but he will hear you. Just talk to him."
Sam lay back down against the head board and closed his eyes.
"I suppose."
"But you need to rest now."
She stood up and started packing away her things. "I will remain here until you are done sleeping. I need to tend to Master Baggins anyway. But you won't be able to look after him if you can't look after yourself."
Sam gave a sign of half reproach and half relief. But, he nodded and lay his head down on the same pillow Frodo's head rested.
"Thank you Miss Imrodir."
"Thank you Master Gamgee."
By the time Pan came into the room Sam was fast asleep and dreaming of his garden during the beautiful Spring time of the Shire.
TBC
HS: Yup.this fic is going on pretty well I think. What do you think? I'm gonna go write up ideas for the fifth chapter. Later!