Title: Coil 2/?
Chapter Title: The Plan
Author: Mystical Floyd
E-mail: Mysticalfloyd@aol.com
Characters: Elrond, Imrodir (OC), and Pan (OC), mention of the hobbits.
Warnings: This chapter was put here to add plot to the story. There are two "Original Characters" in this chapter and they will be in the rest of the story.
Rating: G
Summary: Elrond has a plan, and he needs his faithful doctors to carry it out, but one of them is not to happy about it.
Complete: 2/?
Disclaimer: I do not own them, I only molest them for my own sick pleasures. Oh! But I do kinda...own Imrodir and Pan in this story.
A/n: This chapter is mostly dialogue, so it not like...moving or anything. The chapter is here to establish the conflict and basic story line of the story...cause you know the whole fic can't be just Frodo angsting...Right?
Thanks to a very special nurse and doctor that I know who gave Pan and Imrodir names. Thanks for helping with my ouchies you guys. Especially the one that lives with me. I couldn't have done this without you...no really I couldn't have.
Oh and by the way...Pan and Imrodir are both married successful elvies! SO NO! This will not be a Mary sue Pan fall in love with Frodo and they have strange babies. They are just there cause....Elrond's to lazy to do it himself! They will probably just be randomly popping up and telling the hobbits to go play. They aren't even main characters, they just NEEDED to be in the story.
~::The Plan::~
Elrond paced around the small library near his room. He had called a council with his Doctor and her assistant.
The Ring was destroyed, yes, but Frodo was troubled. His wounds were healing as well as they could, but...he was not healing inside. In fact Elrond feared that Frodo would drive himself mad. Mad with the regret of what he thought was failure. Elrond could feel it inside him everyday. What he was planning to do now, perhaps, was not the most mature way of handling things, but it was the easiest. And, he had learned over time, that sometimes you have to chose the less complicated solution over the more mature solution.
The doctor walked in, bringing an air of calmness with her. Behind her followed the apprentice. She walked with a bit more speed and less grace than her master, but she was still graceful. They were both very beautiful.
Imrodir was the older doctor, with the knowledge and patience of her years. She wore a simple white gown and carried a pouch with her. Her eyes were tired from the long hours of work she had been put up to, but she still wore a happy smile.
Panandriel was younger, her face was set in determination and pride. She had a fierce beauty about her and by the way she walked she knew it. Her gown was a lighter brown stained here and there. Pan worked with the more urgent cases performing surgeries. She had never lost a patient and everyone knew it
"Welcome." Elrond reclined his head in greeting.
"Lord." Imrodir spoke and bowed simply, Pan copied doing a more hurried version.
"Why did you ask our presence Sir? Is something wrong?"
Elrond smiled at Pan's out of line question and decided to let Imrodir talk to her about manners later. Right now he needed to explain to them his plan so he could insure that the hobbits would have a chance of being fine.
"Yes and no, Lady Pan. I need you two to keep more than a watch worthy eye on the hobbits."
"How do you mean?" Imrodir asked.
"Frodo, I fear, is drifting further and further from this plain of reality. Instead of dealing with his losses, he is creating a cover for them, hiding in an alternate reality. You know well of this Imrodir." He looked right into her eyes, coldly tempting her to say something.
"I do, I have seen it before. It is a sad case." She stared hard back at him.
"Indeed." Elrond nodded, "I want you two to make sure the hobbits reform their fellowship with each other, make it tighter. Pippin is afraid to go to Frodo because of Pippin's...abilities and Frodo's state. Merry does not speak, but instead walks the halls alone with Pippin. And Sam watches Frodo alone, fearing that something will take Frodo away from him. If this continues, not only will we have one lost Ringbearer, but also three lost hobbits."
"My lord, if you do not mind me asking...what use do we have of them now? They have done their duty, why not just...let them go mad?" Pan secretly did not like the hobbits, she found them annoyingly short.
"Because, sometimes, you have depts to repay. I am repaying mine to them, I owe each of them my life, as do both of you." He gave Pan a fierce look like one a teacher would give to a student for asking an inappropriate question.
"Yes..of course." She mumbled and looked down at her feet, cursing her stupidity for asking such a question, but she still thought that it was a waist of time.
Elrond shook his head and sighed, "Your job now is to make sure Pippin talks to Sam and Frodo. He needs to face them. Merry needs to...come to terms...with his feelings for Pippin. Help those two along and Merry will start talking to Sam and Frodo again. And help Sam realize that there is more to protect his master from than just orcs and giant spiders. Do whatever you can, I know you two will find a way."
Imrodir and Pan looked back and forth at each other, puzzled at the request. "So...our mission is to baby-sit the hobbits? Don't the troops need us?" Pan retorted.
"The troops have more than enough doctors. Imrodir has one of the best bed side manner in Middle Earth which will be useful in this situation. And I believe Lady Pan..." he stepped towards her with a smile on his face.
"Lady Imrodir is trying to build up yours, maybe this will teach you something." Elrond patted her head with a smirk on his face and chuckled. Pan was blushing and Imrodir was laughing as well.
"Thank you Elrond. For this...wonderful opportunity you have given to my apprentice. And I'm pleased that you thought of us for this mission. We will do our best, won't we Pan?"
"Yes...of course." She managed to grit through her clenched teeth.
"Good luck to you both." Elrond bowed and the ladies returned it.
"Namarie." They stepped out of the room and Elrond frowned.
"May the Lady help whoever runs into Pan next." He sighed and continued his pacing. Hoping that he was right in his choice. And hoping that whether it was right or not that it worked.
It had to.
He sighed. "May the Lady help them all."
TBC
Floyd: So, what now? Any suggestions? Anything you particularly wanna see? Anything you hate so far? Hmmm how 'bout it? I need your advice or else I can't continue this story. Please R&R.
P.S.: If anyone wants to Beta this fic, please email me (mysticalfloyd@aol.com) and let me know.
Chapter Title: The Plan
Author: Mystical Floyd
E-mail: Mysticalfloyd@aol.com
Characters: Elrond, Imrodir (OC), and Pan (OC), mention of the hobbits.
Warnings: This chapter was put here to add plot to the story. There are two "Original Characters" in this chapter and they will be in the rest of the story.
Rating: G
Summary: Elrond has a plan, and he needs his faithful doctors to carry it out, but one of them is not to happy about it.
Complete: 2/?
Disclaimer: I do not own them, I only molest them for my own sick pleasures. Oh! But I do kinda...own Imrodir and Pan in this story.
A/n: This chapter is mostly dialogue, so it not like...moving or anything. The chapter is here to establish the conflict and basic story line of the story...cause you know the whole fic can't be just Frodo angsting...Right?
Thanks to a very special nurse and doctor that I know who gave Pan and Imrodir names. Thanks for helping with my ouchies you guys. Especially the one that lives with me. I couldn't have done this without you...no really I couldn't have.
Oh and by the way...Pan and Imrodir are both married successful elvies! SO NO! This will not be a Mary sue Pan fall in love with Frodo and they have strange babies. They are just there cause....Elrond's to lazy to do it himself! They will probably just be randomly popping up and telling the hobbits to go play. They aren't even main characters, they just NEEDED to be in the story.
~::The Plan::~
Elrond paced around the small library near his room. He had called a council with his Doctor and her assistant.
The Ring was destroyed, yes, but Frodo was troubled. His wounds were healing as well as they could, but...he was not healing inside. In fact Elrond feared that Frodo would drive himself mad. Mad with the regret of what he thought was failure. Elrond could feel it inside him everyday. What he was planning to do now, perhaps, was not the most mature way of handling things, but it was the easiest. And, he had learned over time, that sometimes you have to chose the less complicated solution over the more mature solution.
The doctor walked in, bringing an air of calmness with her. Behind her followed the apprentice. She walked with a bit more speed and less grace than her master, but she was still graceful. They were both very beautiful.
Imrodir was the older doctor, with the knowledge and patience of her years. She wore a simple white gown and carried a pouch with her. Her eyes were tired from the long hours of work she had been put up to, but she still wore a happy smile.
Panandriel was younger, her face was set in determination and pride. She had a fierce beauty about her and by the way she walked she knew it. Her gown was a lighter brown stained here and there. Pan worked with the more urgent cases performing surgeries. She had never lost a patient and everyone knew it
"Welcome." Elrond reclined his head in greeting.
"Lord." Imrodir spoke and bowed simply, Pan copied doing a more hurried version.
"Why did you ask our presence Sir? Is something wrong?"
Elrond smiled at Pan's out of line question and decided to let Imrodir talk to her about manners later. Right now he needed to explain to them his plan so he could insure that the hobbits would have a chance of being fine.
"Yes and no, Lady Pan. I need you two to keep more than a watch worthy eye on the hobbits."
"How do you mean?" Imrodir asked.
"Frodo, I fear, is drifting further and further from this plain of reality. Instead of dealing with his losses, he is creating a cover for them, hiding in an alternate reality. You know well of this Imrodir." He looked right into her eyes, coldly tempting her to say something.
"I do, I have seen it before. It is a sad case." She stared hard back at him.
"Indeed." Elrond nodded, "I want you two to make sure the hobbits reform their fellowship with each other, make it tighter. Pippin is afraid to go to Frodo because of Pippin's...abilities and Frodo's state. Merry does not speak, but instead walks the halls alone with Pippin. And Sam watches Frodo alone, fearing that something will take Frodo away from him. If this continues, not only will we have one lost Ringbearer, but also three lost hobbits."
"My lord, if you do not mind me asking...what use do we have of them now? They have done their duty, why not just...let them go mad?" Pan secretly did not like the hobbits, she found them annoyingly short.
"Because, sometimes, you have depts to repay. I am repaying mine to them, I owe each of them my life, as do both of you." He gave Pan a fierce look like one a teacher would give to a student for asking an inappropriate question.
"Yes..of course." She mumbled and looked down at her feet, cursing her stupidity for asking such a question, but she still thought that it was a waist of time.
Elrond shook his head and sighed, "Your job now is to make sure Pippin talks to Sam and Frodo. He needs to face them. Merry needs to...come to terms...with his feelings for Pippin. Help those two along and Merry will start talking to Sam and Frodo again. And help Sam realize that there is more to protect his master from than just orcs and giant spiders. Do whatever you can, I know you two will find a way."
Imrodir and Pan looked back and forth at each other, puzzled at the request. "So...our mission is to baby-sit the hobbits? Don't the troops need us?" Pan retorted.
"The troops have more than enough doctors. Imrodir has one of the best bed side manner in Middle Earth which will be useful in this situation. And I believe Lady Pan..." he stepped towards her with a smile on his face.
"Lady Imrodir is trying to build up yours, maybe this will teach you something." Elrond patted her head with a smirk on his face and chuckled. Pan was blushing and Imrodir was laughing as well.
"Thank you Elrond. For this...wonderful opportunity you have given to my apprentice. And I'm pleased that you thought of us for this mission. We will do our best, won't we Pan?"
"Yes...of course." She managed to grit through her clenched teeth.
"Good luck to you both." Elrond bowed and the ladies returned it.
"Namarie." They stepped out of the room and Elrond frowned.
"May the Lady help whoever runs into Pan next." He sighed and continued his pacing. Hoping that he was right in his choice. And hoping that whether it was right or not that it worked.
It had to.
He sighed. "May the Lady help them all."
TBC
Floyd: So, what now? Any suggestions? Anything you particularly wanna see? Anything you hate so far? Hmmm how 'bout it? I need your advice or else I can't continue this story. Please R&R.
P.S.: If anyone wants to Beta this fic, please email me (mysticalfloyd@aol.com) and let me know.
