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A/N: Neener neener neeeeeeeneeeeerrrrrr
Time: Arrival
Rachel still had no idea she was in a red slip. It had never dawned on her. Her head made her nauseated and Mordil noticed, so he slowed. The elf urged him forward. Rain began to pour down on them. Gondor was in sight for the great beast. Rachel, however, couldn't see a thing. Her concussion was feeling worse than ever and as far as she knew, Gondor was a little pink sand castle. All she remembered was that that was where Holly was.Although Rachel doubted she would stay in anything that was pink. Mordil was glad for the water falling around him. He wasn't nearly as tired as he would have been if he weren't from Mordor, but Rachel was the best rider he had ever had on his back. She had to stay safe. If he began to sweat at all that night.it was from worry for his master. "Ow," Rachel said, closing her eyes. It was a migrane. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Sayin that word over and over again made her feel better, believe it or not. Mordil's ears swept back upon his brow. She was mumbling something he didn't understand. He sped faster, but not without caution. Rachel couldn't afford to fall from his back. The gates were already in front of them. Mordil slid on the mud. In his haste, he hadn't paid attention to the approaching shadow of Gondor. A guard heard the horses whinney and poked his head out from the watch tower. He saw Rachel laying on the ground awake, but not wanting to move or unable. He hailed down to her and she called back up, crawling back to Mordil who was kneeling for her as low as he could. She climbed back on and the guard immediately opened the gate. This woman may have weapons, but she didn't seem battle worthy at the moment. For the second time that day, the soldier met a woman at the entry road. "Are you alright, ma'am?" he calledup to her. Rachel closed her eyes. Migrane.not nice. "No, but I'm okay. Is Holly here?" she asked, realizing the comment on her health made no sense. She shook her head and fell sideways, the guard caught her and dragged her under a small outcrop of a bar. Rachel looked up and shrugged him off of her. Maybe a good bottle of Tylenol would help.aw, damn.this was Middle-earth.Okay, make due with what you got, right? "Whiskey." "Excuse me?" the guard asked. He was shivering from the look in Mordil's eyes. He could tell the beast was a dark beast. Perhaps the woman wasn't meant to be here. "Spirits! Very strong spirits!" Rachel yelled at him. Owie was all she could really think of. The guard nodded and pounded at the pub's door. A chubby bartender answered and brought some as soon as he saw the woman laying but a yard away from him. "Here.drink this.what has happened to you?" the guard asked awed. Rachel gulped the strong stuff down and her headache began to get dull. The pint she had been given was emptied quickly. "Long story. Is Holly here? And Boromir? Did he make it back?" she asked desperately. The guard nodded and Rachel struggled to stand. She did eventually and noticed she hadn't been wearing shoes. Her weapons were all snug on Mordil's back.her friend was standing, soaking in the rain and she bid him come under shelter. "This is an evil beast," the guard tried to warn her, but he was thrown off. Mordil nuzzled against Rachel's shoulder to offer her some balance. "He's caring enough for me. You haven't answered my questions." "They're both here. Safe as possible in these times. I will take you to the infirmirary before you see them," the soldier said. He held a hand out to her and she wrapped hers around his neck as he half dragged her across the road to a large wooden building. Mordil even followed them inside. Many of the patients stared and backed away except for one man. He was the doctor. "A blow to the head. How long ago did this happen?" "Uh.twenty four hours ago." "One full day!" "I've been through worse.up and at 'em tomorrow morning," Rachel mumbled. The guard was about to leave when Rachel called out to him. "Your name?" "Lieutenant Meridel Thorn at your service. And you are?" "Sergeant Rachel Gwyneth ConawayBennison," she struggled to say. Meridel nodded his head and left to give the news to Faramir. Surely the youngest of rulers would be awake at this hour.
A/N: Neck-cramp..owie....
A/N: Neener neener neeeeeeeneeeeerrrrrr
Time: Arrival
Rachel still had no idea she was in a red slip. It had never dawned on her. Her head made her nauseated and Mordil noticed, so he slowed. The elf urged him forward. Rain began to pour down on them. Gondor was in sight for the great beast. Rachel, however, couldn't see a thing. Her concussion was feeling worse than ever and as far as she knew, Gondor was a little pink sand castle. All she remembered was that that was where Holly was.Although Rachel doubted she would stay in anything that was pink. Mordil was glad for the water falling around him. He wasn't nearly as tired as he would have been if he weren't from Mordor, but Rachel was the best rider he had ever had on his back. She had to stay safe. If he began to sweat at all that night.it was from worry for his master. "Ow," Rachel said, closing her eyes. It was a migrane. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Ouch. Sayin that word over and over again made her feel better, believe it or not. Mordil's ears swept back upon his brow. She was mumbling something he didn't understand. He sped faster, but not without caution. Rachel couldn't afford to fall from his back. The gates were already in front of them. Mordil slid on the mud. In his haste, he hadn't paid attention to the approaching shadow of Gondor. A guard heard the horses whinney and poked his head out from the watch tower. He saw Rachel laying on the ground awake, but not wanting to move or unable. He hailed down to her and she called back up, crawling back to Mordil who was kneeling for her as low as he could. She climbed back on and the guard immediately opened the gate. This woman may have weapons, but she didn't seem battle worthy at the moment. For the second time that day, the soldier met a woman at the entry road. "Are you alright, ma'am?" he calledup to her. Rachel closed her eyes. Migrane.not nice. "No, but I'm okay. Is Holly here?" she asked, realizing the comment on her health made no sense. She shook her head and fell sideways, the guard caught her and dragged her under a small outcrop of a bar. Rachel looked up and shrugged him off of her. Maybe a good bottle of Tylenol would help.aw, damn.this was Middle-earth.Okay, make due with what you got, right? "Whiskey." "Excuse me?" the guard asked. He was shivering from the look in Mordil's eyes. He could tell the beast was a dark beast. Perhaps the woman wasn't meant to be here. "Spirits! Very strong spirits!" Rachel yelled at him. Owie was all she could really think of. The guard nodded and pounded at the pub's door. A chubby bartender answered and brought some as soon as he saw the woman laying but a yard away from him. "Here.drink this.what has happened to you?" the guard asked awed. Rachel gulped the strong stuff down and her headache began to get dull. The pint she had been given was emptied quickly. "Long story. Is Holly here? And Boromir? Did he make it back?" she asked desperately. The guard nodded and Rachel struggled to stand. She did eventually and noticed she hadn't been wearing shoes. Her weapons were all snug on Mordil's back.her friend was standing, soaking in the rain and she bid him come under shelter. "This is an evil beast," the guard tried to warn her, but he was thrown off. Mordil nuzzled against Rachel's shoulder to offer her some balance. "He's caring enough for me. You haven't answered my questions." "They're both here. Safe as possible in these times. I will take you to the infirmirary before you see them," the soldier said. He held a hand out to her and she wrapped hers around his neck as he half dragged her across the road to a large wooden building. Mordil even followed them inside. Many of the patients stared and backed away except for one man. He was the doctor. "A blow to the head. How long ago did this happen?" "Uh.twenty four hours ago." "One full day!" "I've been through worse.up and at 'em tomorrow morning," Rachel mumbled. The guard was about to leave when Rachel called out to him. "Your name?" "Lieutenant Meridel Thorn at your service. And you are?" "Sergeant Rachel Gwyneth ConawayBennison," she struggled to say. Meridel nodded his head and left to give the news to Faramir. Surely the youngest of rulers would be awake at this hour.
A/N: Neck-cramp..owie....