*** Hey I'm back again! I hope everyone's liking this story! I don't know
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up somewhat. Please review! Thank's so much! Love you all!!! ***
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"Well, she needs a lot of rest. I don't know what type of wound she has. . . I've never seen anything like it before. Well, no, I take it back. I do know the stab wound below her right shoulder. It wasn't mortal, but it's in a damn inconvenient spot." I, a hobbit healer, was speaking to Gandalf and Bilbo. Merry and Pippin had gone home, while Frodo was out reading somewhere. "However. . . there is another wound she has that baffles me. . . it is circular almost. . . like a cylinder. . . I don't know a weapon that could make such a wound. . ." My voice trailed off and I frowned, deep in thought. The wounds of the human girl baffled me. In fact, the girl herself baffled me.
First off, the girl's size was confusing. "Grace" was a tad bit short for a human, but to big for a hobbit or dwarf. Indeed, she had suffered quite the beating before Pippin, Merry, and Frodo had stumbled across her, but there were a multitude of scars covering her body, and the scars were often joined with bruises that were quite a bit older than some other ones she wore like a cape around her. Grace also seemed to have been starved, and her face was narrow. Her shoulder length brownish hair had been ripped out in some places, leaving a whole mess of different lengths upon her head. Yet, along with some physical ailments, some, like her stab wound and the mysterious cylinder wound, she was obviously being beat with some mental attacks. For the past five nights (which happens to be as long as I have been treating the child) she has thrashed around with nightmares, tearing open her wounds again and ruining the bandages.
Not only she confused me though. It was also the objects and clothing that were found around her. A seven-foot long stick with an extremely sharp, curved, foot long blade at the top. The stick itself was not normal. At the bottom was about an inch of gold circling its end. Hanging from that were two strips of fabric, one pink, one blue, and each with a small bell attached. Above that, lasting for about the next third of the weapon (it was obviously a weapon) were three longer strips of fabric winding there way up and around till they reached a second gold circle. The fabric strips were pink, green, and purple. Upon the next third of the weapon were multiple carvings. One was of a moon, another of a deer, and another of an eye. There were many more carvings, at least twenty, upon the weapon as well. Above that, another gold circle was placed and more strips of fabric made up the last third of the weapon. This time, they were gold, silver, red, and white. When the stick was showed to Gandalf, he merely said, " When she wakes, we will have to ask her what it is." and went back to his tea with Bilbo.
My daughter, Marina often accompanied me when I went to go check on the girl. She often seemed to pity her, and always wanted to help me with my healing. Yet, as skilled as Marina was, I was reluctant to let her work on the human, for my daughter was still an apprentice. This did not stop her however. Often, she would sit by and watch, which I had no problem with, and so I used it as an opportunity to teach her more about the arts of healing. At other times, she would wander outside and help Samwise with the gardening of Bilbo's garden. Many time's had I told her that gardening was not a necessary skill for a healer, but she simply told me that if she were out in the middle of nowhere and found someone hurt, she would want to know the plants to gather and where to find them. She also told me quite often that it was silly that gardeners had to bring the healers the herbs that we requested as soon as we asked. Indeed, my daughter was headstrong, and had a most un-hobbit like manor indeed.
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A couple days later.
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"Well." Said Gandalf, getting up from his chair. "I'll be going now."
"What!" yelled Bilbo, "But the girl has not yet awoken! Surely you must be here when she awakes?!?" Apparently, Bilbo did not like the idea of being left with the human to deal with by himself.
"Do you need me in order for you to simply say hello and ask her where she came from?" Asked Gandalf, smiling at Bilbo. "No, you do not, plus, I do not want to overstay my welcome. Say goodbye to Frodo for me, won't you now? Thank you."
"But-but Gandalf! What if she means us harm!?!" Asked Bilbo with one last pleading look at his friend. "And you most certainly are not over staying your welcome!"
"My friend, I have business I must attend to, plus I need to report to Saruman." At this, the girl moaned a little and turned over.
"Bother! Now look, she's opened that wound on her shoulder again!" I said.
"I'm terribly sorry Holly. Please, accept my apologies." Said the wizard, smirking as he bowed.
Before I could answer Bilbo said hurriedly "Yes, yes, of course she forgives you. I mean, it's not like you did anything. All you did was speak, and we've been speaking all day! And for many day's before hand! How long has it been now? A week? Eight days? Nine days?-"
"My friend," said Gandalf, laying a hand on Bilbo's shoulder "You are babbling on. It has been nine days now."
"And I can answer for myself you know!" I declared as I cleaned the child's newly re-opened and bleeding shoulder for what seemed to me the hundredth time. Indeed, never had I had a patient who squirmed as much as she did, nor one who managed to ruin the bandages and tear open their wounds as much as the girl before me now.
"Yes, I'm most sorry Holly." Said Bilbo. "But won't you stay Gandalf? Just for a few day's longer? It's no trouble." Gandalf put on his hat and grabbed his staff.
"No, I'm sorry my friend, I will probably be reporting late as it is. Though never fear, I shall be back soon. Give me about three weeks. Bye then, Holly's healing skills will have taken effect on the child and she should be alive and well." Gandalf opened the door to the home and stepped outside.
"Hullo Master Gandalf sir!" Greeted Samwise. "My now, isn't the air wonderful today? And look, I've even my esteemed helper, Marina work'n with me today!" He slapped her on the back, and my daughter blushed slightly. "Oh hullo Holly! I say, you're daughter is quite good with the garden'n my lady."
"That may be, but she's meant for higher things Samwise Gamgee, and you should know that. Come now Marina, it is not a healer's place in the garden." I said, pointing to the spot next to me, and indicating at my daughter to come.
"Mother. . . You are in the garden as well." Marina smirked.
"I most certainly am. . .not" I finished slowly, looking down at my surroundings. Yes, I was definitely in the garden.
"I'm afraid, milady, and mean'n no disrespect or nothing, that you are nowhere near as good as Marina with the plants. I mean, look at 'cha there! Smushing the lilies!" At this, everyone laughed, including Gandalf and Bilbo.
"Come now, Holly. Marina's just fine there in the garden. Why don't you come back inside with me and we'll make sure the girl hasn't re-opened that bothersome shoulder wound again." Bilbo said, as he took my by the arm and led me back inside. "Good bye Gandalf! I shall be awaiting your return!
*** Oh no! Gandalf is leaving to go see Saruman! Rhia, now called Grace, has still not awakened. What is to come in the next chapter. . . Well, soon we shall see! ***
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"Well, she needs a lot of rest. I don't know what type of wound she has. . . I've never seen anything like it before. Well, no, I take it back. I do know the stab wound below her right shoulder. It wasn't mortal, but it's in a damn inconvenient spot." I, a hobbit healer, was speaking to Gandalf and Bilbo. Merry and Pippin had gone home, while Frodo was out reading somewhere. "However. . . there is another wound she has that baffles me. . . it is circular almost. . . like a cylinder. . . I don't know a weapon that could make such a wound. . ." My voice trailed off and I frowned, deep in thought. The wounds of the human girl baffled me. In fact, the girl herself baffled me.
First off, the girl's size was confusing. "Grace" was a tad bit short for a human, but to big for a hobbit or dwarf. Indeed, she had suffered quite the beating before Pippin, Merry, and Frodo had stumbled across her, but there were a multitude of scars covering her body, and the scars were often joined with bruises that were quite a bit older than some other ones she wore like a cape around her. Grace also seemed to have been starved, and her face was narrow. Her shoulder length brownish hair had been ripped out in some places, leaving a whole mess of different lengths upon her head. Yet, along with some physical ailments, some, like her stab wound and the mysterious cylinder wound, she was obviously being beat with some mental attacks. For the past five nights (which happens to be as long as I have been treating the child) she has thrashed around with nightmares, tearing open her wounds again and ruining the bandages.
Not only she confused me though. It was also the objects and clothing that were found around her. A seven-foot long stick with an extremely sharp, curved, foot long blade at the top. The stick itself was not normal. At the bottom was about an inch of gold circling its end. Hanging from that were two strips of fabric, one pink, one blue, and each with a small bell attached. Above that, lasting for about the next third of the weapon (it was obviously a weapon) were three longer strips of fabric winding there way up and around till they reached a second gold circle. The fabric strips were pink, green, and purple. Upon the next third of the weapon were multiple carvings. One was of a moon, another of a deer, and another of an eye. There were many more carvings, at least twenty, upon the weapon as well. Above that, another gold circle was placed and more strips of fabric made up the last third of the weapon. This time, they were gold, silver, red, and white. When the stick was showed to Gandalf, he merely said, " When she wakes, we will have to ask her what it is." and went back to his tea with Bilbo.
My daughter, Marina often accompanied me when I went to go check on the girl. She often seemed to pity her, and always wanted to help me with my healing. Yet, as skilled as Marina was, I was reluctant to let her work on the human, for my daughter was still an apprentice. This did not stop her however. Often, she would sit by and watch, which I had no problem with, and so I used it as an opportunity to teach her more about the arts of healing. At other times, she would wander outside and help Samwise with the gardening of Bilbo's garden. Many time's had I told her that gardening was not a necessary skill for a healer, but she simply told me that if she were out in the middle of nowhere and found someone hurt, she would want to know the plants to gather and where to find them. She also told me quite often that it was silly that gardeners had to bring the healers the herbs that we requested as soon as we asked. Indeed, my daughter was headstrong, and had a most un-hobbit like manor indeed.
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A couple days later.
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"Well." Said Gandalf, getting up from his chair. "I'll be going now."
"What!" yelled Bilbo, "But the girl has not yet awoken! Surely you must be here when she awakes?!?" Apparently, Bilbo did not like the idea of being left with the human to deal with by himself.
"Do you need me in order for you to simply say hello and ask her where she came from?" Asked Gandalf, smiling at Bilbo. "No, you do not, plus, I do not want to overstay my welcome. Say goodbye to Frodo for me, won't you now? Thank you."
"But-but Gandalf! What if she means us harm!?!" Asked Bilbo with one last pleading look at his friend. "And you most certainly are not over staying your welcome!"
"My friend, I have business I must attend to, plus I need to report to Saruman." At this, the girl moaned a little and turned over.
"Bother! Now look, she's opened that wound on her shoulder again!" I said.
"I'm terribly sorry Holly. Please, accept my apologies." Said the wizard, smirking as he bowed.
Before I could answer Bilbo said hurriedly "Yes, yes, of course she forgives you. I mean, it's not like you did anything. All you did was speak, and we've been speaking all day! And for many day's before hand! How long has it been now? A week? Eight days? Nine days?-"
"My friend," said Gandalf, laying a hand on Bilbo's shoulder "You are babbling on. It has been nine days now."
"And I can answer for myself you know!" I declared as I cleaned the child's newly re-opened and bleeding shoulder for what seemed to me the hundredth time. Indeed, never had I had a patient who squirmed as much as she did, nor one who managed to ruin the bandages and tear open their wounds as much as the girl before me now.
"Yes, I'm most sorry Holly." Said Bilbo. "But won't you stay Gandalf? Just for a few day's longer? It's no trouble." Gandalf put on his hat and grabbed his staff.
"No, I'm sorry my friend, I will probably be reporting late as it is. Though never fear, I shall be back soon. Give me about three weeks. Bye then, Holly's healing skills will have taken effect on the child and she should be alive and well." Gandalf opened the door to the home and stepped outside.
"Hullo Master Gandalf sir!" Greeted Samwise. "My now, isn't the air wonderful today? And look, I've even my esteemed helper, Marina work'n with me today!" He slapped her on the back, and my daughter blushed slightly. "Oh hullo Holly! I say, you're daughter is quite good with the garden'n my lady."
"That may be, but she's meant for higher things Samwise Gamgee, and you should know that. Come now Marina, it is not a healer's place in the garden." I said, pointing to the spot next to me, and indicating at my daughter to come.
"Mother. . . You are in the garden as well." Marina smirked.
"I most certainly am. . .not" I finished slowly, looking down at my surroundings. Yes, I was definitely in the garden.
"I'm afraid, milady, and mean'n no disrespect or nothing, that you are nowhere near as good as Marina with the plants. I mean, look at 'cha there! Smushing the lilies!" At this, everyone laughed, including Gandalf and Bilbo.
"Come now, Holly. Marina's just fine there in the garden. Why don't you come back inside with me and we'll make sure the girl hasn't re-opened that bothersome shoulder wound again." Bilbo said, as he took my by the arm and led me back inside. "Good bye Gandalf! I shall be awaiting your return!
*** Oh no! Gandalf is leaving to go see Saruman! Rhia, now called Grace, has still not awakened. What is to come in the next chapter. . . Well, soon we shall see! ***