Time: Damsels in Distress
Disclaimer: I only own Rae and Holly, everything else is Tolkien's.
The hobbits collapsed outside of the mines in tears. Holly and Rachel fell in another bloody heap. Rachel had lost her only bandage, her jacket, on
the run from Moria. She knew better than to grieve, but noticed Holly's eyes tear up and then remembered that Holly had never gotten past the
first book in the trilogy. Rachel lifted her hand to her face and just before she brushed some hair from her face, she saw blood on her palm.
Looking at Holly's shoulder, she knew why.
"Turn around, Holly. Your hurt pretty bad," Rachel said. Holly turned her shoulder and Rachel lifted her shirt over her head. Boromir and Aragorn watched Rachel mend the wound with a piece of clean cloth from her pack. Holly turned around and stared at Rachel's bloody hands. Holly put her shirt back on and shrugged at the gawking men. They immediately turned their heads and blushed a bright red.
"All that blood can't be from me, Rachel."
"Some of it's orc blood," Rachel lied. Orc blood was black, but Holly wouldn't have known that. It was from her wound, which she was pressing with as much force as she possibly could. It hurt like hell, but when had that ever stopped her? The only thing she was afraid of...no...Petrified of...were dogs. Coyotes, wolves, anything in the canine family that stood above her shinbone. When she was in her teens, a pack of coyotes and wild dogs decided she was perfect for their dinner and she never liked them since. If a coyote came on the property she happened to be standing on, she shot it. Simple as that.
"Whatever. Look, we'd better move it or else," she told Aragorn. He agreed and everyone helped get the hobbits off the ground. Rachel didn't have the strength to pick up a hobbit and saw Frodo walking away as the perfect excuse not to try. She strolled toward him.
"Frodo, you're going the wrong way," she said gently. He looked up at her, tears trickling down his cheeks and nodded. When he turned to join the others, he looked at her side.
"You‚are worse off than any of us!" he yelled. Rachel didn't look at him straight away, but waited a moment.
"That doesn't mean I'm stopping. I may be bleeding to death, but what good is an injured, dead, or crippled soldier other than extra luggage?" she asked bitterly. Frodo walked toward the others with Rachel not far behind. Pippin and Merry walked beside her with Frodo not far in the lead. Aragorn ran ahead, full of energy. Boromir was helping Holly because she was getting dizzy from the loss of blood. Rachel could feel her side ripping open as she pushed onward and exhaustion was about to overtake her.
"What's that?" Pippin asked, pointing at Rachel‚'s side. She was struggling to keep up with the others as they ran toward the cover of the wood. Merry knocked him in the head.
"She's bleeding, Pip."
Merry and Pippin contemplated what that meant for a moment and then Pippin turned to ask Rachel a question as they approached the forest. Rachel was no where in sight.
"Rae!" Pippin yelled, running back to her. Merry stopped and turned around, running to help Pippin.
"Aragorn!" he yelled back. The ranger stopped and watched them, not understanding until he didn't see Rachel. Boromir, Gimli, and Holly watched the commotion, not quite understanding the problem. All the hobbits, Legolas, and Aragorn were searching the tall grass quickly.
"Rae! Where are you!"
"Rachel!"
"Rachel! Can you hear us?"
Everyone was calling for her, but no one could find her, until...
"Blood!" Legolas cried out. A trail of it was leading toward the forest.
"That is a lot of blood. Follow it! She's close!" Aragorn yelled, realizing what had happened. They ran along the path and Pippin, who was running in front of everyone else, tripped over something in the grass.
"Rachel!" he yelled, standing up. Aragorn looked at her with concern and Legolas ran to them, worried eyes searching the puddle of blood slowly growing around the woman's body.
"How does she do it?" Aragorn pondered as Legolas picked her up, the wound away from him.
"Look! Your shirt, Legolas!" Merry shouted. The elf looked at his side and saw the tunic smeared on one side with dried blood.
"How long has she been bleeding?" Sam asked, panting for breath. Legolas looked at Aragorn and he ran forward at top speed.
"We must get her to Lothlorien! She has been bleeding for nearly four hours!" he yelled back. Everyone sprinted to the woods and kept their weapons drawn for fear of being attacked.
"Rachel! Will she be okay? Tell me she'll be okay!" Holly yelled. She began to hyperventilate as they walked through the wood. She fell to the floor and began rocking back and forth. Merry rushed over and tried to calm her down, which worked rather well.
"We must keep moving, Holly! She’ll live, but only if we reach Lady Galadriel!" Aragorn shouted in agitation. Holly was balling now. Those weren't the words she wanted to hear. Legolas watched as the woman in his hands began to struggle.
"Nnnn," Rachel mumbled as her eyes opened. She looked up at Legolas and, out of alarm, rolled out of his hands clumsily.
‚"What the hell is wrong with Holly?" she asked, falling over. Legolas knelt beside her and picked her up again.
"I feel like such a damsel right now," Rachel sighed, kicking herself mentally for deciding to take a "nap." Holly ran over to them and stared at Rachel with happiness and then anger.
"I'm so glad you‚are okay!"
"I‚am not okay."
"Don't do that ever again!"
"Like this is the first time?"
"I mean it!"
"You know I'll do it again."
Rachel and Holly fought like this for a few moments and Legolas put Rachel on the ground gently. She barely even noticed, but when the elven warriors from Lorien surrounded the party, she noticed. She and Holly grabbed their knives of various assortments and watched the archers. One-stepped forward.
"The women shout so loud we could have shot them in the dark," he said with a stuck-up attitude. Rachel was pissed.
"Bite me jerk!" Holly retorted to the elf.
"Just try it," Rachel said, wincing. More blood was seeping down her leg and everything was going dark again. She squinted her eyes and watched the elf laugh.
"I would pierce your heart with my arrow!"
"And if you did, I would rip out the arrow, pin you to a tree, behead you and put your head on a pike as a warning for the rest of your men to see," Rachel said. Holly laughed, but she was the only one amused by it. That was the pep talk she gave her soldiers; though not in the original text.
"Please! Haldir of Lorien! We need your assistance! As you can see, these women are injured!" Aragorn yelled in Elvish. Haldir stared at him with amusement but was cut short by something unseen.
"Come...she is waiting."
Rachel began to fall and Legolas, with his quick reflexes, grabbed her up before she could fall to the ground. The group made their way after Haldir and his warriors toward the golden city of Lorien.
Disclaimer: I only own Rae and Holly, everything else is Tolkien's.
The hobbits collapsed outside of the mines in tears. Holly and Rachel fell in another bloody heap. Rachel had lost her only bandage, her jacket, on
the run from Moria. She knew better than to grieve, but noticed Holly's eyes tear up and then remembered that Holly had never gotten past the
first book in the trilogy. Rachel lifted her hand to her face and just before she brushed some hair from her face, she saw blood on her palm.
Looking at Holly's shoulder, she knew why.
"Turn around, Holly. Your hurt pretty bad," Rachel said. Holly turned her shoulder and Rachel lifted her shirt over her head. Boromir and Aragorn watched Rachel mend the wound with a piece of clean cloth from her pack. Holly turned around and stared at Rachel's bloody hands. Holly put her shirt back on and shrugged at the gawking men. They immediately turned their heads and blushed a bright red.
"All that blood can't be from me, Rachel."
"Some of it's orc blood," Rachel lied. Orc blood was black, but Holly wouldn't have known that. It was from her wound, which she was pressing with as much force as she possibly could. It hurt like hell, but when had that ever stopped her? The only thing she was afraid of...no...Petrified of...were dogs. Coyotes, wolves, anything in the canine family that stood above her shinbone. When she was in her teens, a pack of coyotes and wild dogs decided she was perfect for their dinner and she never liked them since. If a coyote came on the property she happened to be standing on, she shot it. Simple as that.
"Whatever. Look, we'd better move it or else," she told Aragorn. He agreed and everyone helped get the hobbits off the ground. Rachel didn't have the strength to pick up a hobbit and saw Frodo walking away as the perfect excuse not to try. She strolled toward him.
"Frodo, you're going the wrong way," she said gently. He looked up at her, tears trickling down his cheeks and nodded. When he turned to join the others, he looked at her side.
"You‚are worse off than any of us!" he yelled. Rachel didn't look at him straight away, but waited a moment.
"That doesn't mean I'm stopping. I may be bleeding to death, but what good is an injured, dead, or crippled soldier other than extra luggage?" she asked bitterly. Frodo walked toward the others with Rachel not far behind. Pippin and Merry walked beside her with Frodo not far in the lead. Aragorn ran ahead, full of energy. Boromir was helping Holly because she was getting dizzy from the loss of blood. Rachel could feel her side ripping open as she pushed onward and exhaustion was about to overtake her.
"What's that?" Pippin asked, pointing at Rachel‚'s side. She was struggling to keep up with the others as they ran toward the cover of the wood. Merry knocked him in the head.
"She's bleeding, Pip."
Merry and Pippin contemplated what that meant for a moment and then Pippin turned to ask Rachel a question as they approached the forest. Rachel was no where in sight.
"Rae!" Pippin yelled, running back to her. Merry stopped and turned around, running to help Pippin.
"Aragorn!" he yelled back. The ranger stopped and watched them, not understanding until he didn't see Rachel. Boromir, Gimli, and Holly watched the commotion, not quite understanding the problem. All the hobbits, Legolas, and Aragorn were searching the tall grass quickly.
"Rae! Where are you!"
"Rachel!"
"Rachel! Can you hear us?"
Everyone was calling for her, but no one could find her, until...
"Blood!" Legolas cried out. A trail of it was leading toward the forest.
"That is a lot of blood. Follow it! She's close!" Aragorn yelled, realizing what had happened. They ran along the path and Pippin, who was running in front of everyone else, tripped over something in the grass.
"Rachel!" he yelled, standing up. Aragorn looked at her with concern and Legolas ran to them, worried eyes searching the puddle of blood slowly growing around the woman's body.
"How does she do it?" Aragorn pondered as Legolas picked her up, the wound away from him.
"Look! Your shirt, Legolas!" Merry shouted. The elf looked at his side and saw the tunic smeared on one side with dried blood.
"How long has she been bleeding?" Sam asked, panting for breath. Legolas looked at Aragorn and he ran forward at top speed.
"We must get her to Lothlorien! She has been bleeding for nearly four hours!" he yelled back. Everyone sprinted to the woods and kept their weapons drawn for fear of being attacked.
"Rachel! Will she be okay? Tell me she'll be okay!" Holly yelled. She began to hyperventilate as they walked through the wood. She fell to the floor and began rocking back and forth. Merry rushed over and tried to calm her down, which worked rather well.
"We must keep moving, Holly! She’ll live, but only if we reach Lady Galadriel!" Aragorn shouted in agitation. Holly was balling now. Those weren't the words she wanted to hear. Legolas watched as the woman in his hands began to struggle.
"Nnnn," Rachel mumbled as her eyes opened. She looked up at Legolas and, out of alarm, rolled out of his hands clumsily.
‚"What the hell is wrong with Holly?" she asked, falling over. Legolas knelt beside her and picked her up again.
"I feel like such a damsel right now," Rachel sighed, kicking herself mentally for deciding to take a "nap." Holly ran over to them and stared at Rachel with happiness and then anger.
"I'm so glad you‚are okay!"
"I‚am not okay."
"Don't do that ever again!"
"Like this is the first time?"
"I mean it!"
"You know I'll do it again."
Rachel and Holly fought like this for a few moments and Legolas put Rachel on the ground gently. She barely even noticed, but when the elven warriors from Lorien surrounded the party, she noticed. She and Holly grabbed their knives of various assortments and watched the archers. One-stepped forward.
"The women shout so loud we could have shot them in the dark," he said with a stuck-up attitude. Rachel was pissed.
"Bite me jerk!" Holly retorted to the elf.
"Just try it," Rachel said, wincing. More blood was seeping down her leg and everything was going dark again. She squinted her eyes and watched the elf laugh.
"I would pierce your heart with my arrow!"
"And if you did, I would rip out the arrow, pin you to a tree, behead you and put your head on a pike as a warning for the rest of your men to see," Rachel said. Holly laughed, but she was the only one amused by it. That was the pep talk she gave her soldiers; though not in the original text.
"Please! Haldir of Lorien! We need your assistance! As you can see, these women are injured!" Aragorn yelled in Elvish. Haldir stared at him with amusement but was cut short by something unseen.
"Come...she is waiting."
Rachel began to fall and Legolas, with his quick reflexes, grabbed her up before she could fall to the ground. The group made their way after Haldir and his warriors toward the golden city of Lorien.