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Exorcism
"Keep you're forked tongue behind your teeth," he retorted as she pulled out his staff. That thing, Grima, she was sure, looked nervous.
"His staff! I told you to take his staff!" he whined as some men around the hall began towards them. She grinned.
She punched a man in the stomach who came swinging at her. She ducked a punch from another one and was able to trip him and send him flying on his back. The rest she left up to Legolas and Aragorn. Legolas looked like he was doing Kung Fu from her point of view. She saw Wormtongue trying to escape, and stepped on him with her heavy black shoes.
"Don't move or you'll grease up my shoes," she warned him. She looked on to Gandalf, who was standing in front of King Theoden's throne. He chanted a small spell, but Theoden began laughing. It wasn't him. It was Saruman! From what he said, it was definitely Saruman.
"You have no power over me, Gandalf the-aaugh!" he cried as Gandalf's cloak fell to the floor to reveal his pure white garb. It was an exorcism, also the coolest thing she'd ever seen. As he struggled against Gandalf's power, a woman appeared beside Aragorn. He held her back as she tried to run forward.
She was gorgeous. She had long blonde hair past her waist and wore a lovely white dress. She looked very worried.
Gandalf was arguing with Saruman. "You cannot kill me, and you cannot kill Theoden," he said. With one final attempt, Theoden tried to jump Gandalf, but was slammed back against his throne. He lost control and pitched forward as Aragorn let the young woman go to catch him.
With her help, he sat back up in this throne. Then as Laura watched, his eyes became less cloudy, his skin tighter, and his hair shorter and a light brown color. He was only a middle-age man, it looked like. Not extremely old. King Theoden. Now that was more like it. He looked at the woman's face. "I know your face," he said, sounding like himself and not like the words were forced. "Eowyn!" It was very ceremonious when he was presented with his sword, and unsheathed it. He looked like he was slowly recognizing everything again.
Then his eyes fell on her. They were cold and full of anger. She panicked for a second, but then remembered who she stood on. He was looking at Wormtongue, not her. He took him by the collar and flung him out of the castle down the stairs. Everyone followed, watching the King.
She stood up at the top of the stairs next to Legolas and that woman, Eowyn. Wormtongue tried to make a lame excuse, but Theoden raised his sword. That's right, take his head off, she thought. But Aragorn stopped him.
"No! No my lord, enough blood has been spilled on his account," he said. And his put his hand out to help Grima stand up.
"What a great guy," she said under her breath. She would certainly worship him as her king if she ended up staying in Middle-Earth. How noble of him, how amazing.
Wormtongue looked at his hand for a moment, and then spit on it. Her eyes grew wide. "That guy is dead. You don't spit on Aragorn's hand and live to talk about it," she said.
"Hail, King Theoden!" someone below shouted. Aragorn was also the first to kneel before Theoden. Laura smiled. She liked this guy more and more. And from the looks of it, so did Eowyn.
Theoden looked around at the crowd. "Where is Theodred? Where is my son?" he asked. Silence answered him. Laura's jaw fell open. He had a son? Oh, no. That silence could only mean he was dead. And that meant a funeral. She hated going to funerals. She always cried, even if she didn't know the person.
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They walked in silence behind Theodred's body as it was carried behind the castle to a small stone tomb in the ground. Eowyn stood next to the tomb as Theodred was lowered. Her hair was up, and she wore a crown. She began singing in another language, and her voice seemed to come and go with the wind.
Laura took a deep breath, steadying her emotions. She wanted to cry and this was the perfect excuse. Her head was still pounding, and she was terribly shaken up about the "encounter" with Sauron. Now this? She just wanted to rest. But there was no time for that at all. She could see now that this was more than a paradise. This was a real place, with real people in it who could die.
She felt a hand squeeze hers. Surprised, she looked to her left. Legolas looked down at her, and for the first time in a day and a half she was able to look at his face. He seemed to understand how frustrated and exhausted and miserable she felt.
After the funeral, she followed the herd of people back up the hill. Aragorn approached her, his face fill with concern. "You do not look well, my lady."
"I'm just tired. I just need to sleep," she said in a very unconvincing tone. Aragorn nodded. Eowyn, who was behind them, had overheard him.
"I will show you to a room at once," she volunteered. Laura smiled. She and Eowyn made their way through the castle, Eowyn gathering a couple of blankets for her. She opened the door to a room and Laura went straight for the bed. Seeing how distressed she was, Eowyn left her without a sound.
Laura buried her face in the pillow and screamed as loud as she could. After that, her scream turned into a sob. The more she cried, the more the pain in her head increased. But it didn't matter; she just had to get everything out. Holding back emotions was sometimes the worst. She cried until she fell asleep.
Her dreams didn't offer any comfort, either. This time she was actually in Mordor, in the middle of Mount Doom. She watched as Frodo's body lay sprawled out across the rocks. He had died with his eyes open, in a frozen stare. His blue eyes were pale and his face dirty and thin. Sam sat next to him. He was alive, but he stared helplessly at the creature Gollum, who triumphantly had gotten hold of the Ring and was happily dancing around them. "Frodo." she choked.
She woke up when she heard a knock on her door. (I doubt back then these castles had doors, sorry). "Come in," she said in a wavering tone.
It was Legolas. He looked at her, very troubled. "You have been acting strangely since last night. Is the memory still that vivid?"
She nodded weakly. "Yeah, I can still feel the flames," she said shakily.
Exorcism
"Keep you're forked tongue behind your teeth," he retorted as she pulled out his staff. That thing, Grima, she was sure, looked nervous.
"His staff! I told you to take his staff!" he whined as some men around the hall began towards them. She grinned.
She punched a man in the stomach who came swinging at her. She ducked a punch from another one and was able to trip him and send him flying on his back. The rest she left up to Legolas and Aragorn. Legolas looked like he was doing Kung Fu from her point of view. She saw Wormtongue trying to escape, and stepped on him with her heavy black shoes.
"Don't move or you'll grease up my shoes," she warned him. She looked on to Gandalf, who was standing in front of King Theoden's throne. He chanted a small spell, but Theoden began laughing. It wasn't him. It was Saruman! From what he said, it was definitely Saruman.
"You have no power over me, Gandalf the-aaugh!" he cried as Gandalf's cloak fell to the floor to reveal his pure white garb. It was an exorcism, also the coolest thing she'd ever seen. As he struggled against Gandalf's power, a woman appeared beside Aragorn. He held her back as she tried to run forward.
She was gorgeous. She had long blonde hair past her waist and wore a lovely white dress. She looked very worried.
Gandalf was arguing with Saruman. "You cannot kill me, and you cannot kill Theoden," he said. With one final attempt, Theoden tried to jump Gandalf, but was slammed back against his throne. He lost control and pitched forward as Aragorn let the young woman go to catch him.
With her help, he sat back up in this throne. Then as Laura watched, his eyes became less cloudy, his skin tighter, and his hair shorter and a light brown color. He was only a middle-age man, it looked like. Not extremely old. King Theoden. Now that was more like it. He looked at the woman's face. "I know your face," he said, sounding like himself and not like the words were forced. "Eowyn!" It was very ceremonious when he was presented with his sword, and unsheathed it. He looked like he was slowly recognizing everything again.
Then his eyes fell on her. They were cold and full of anger. She panicked for a second, but then remembered who she stood on. He was looking at Wormtongue, not her. He took him by the collar and flung him out of the castle down the stairs. Everyone followed, watching the King.
She stood up at the top of the stairs next to Legolas and that woman, Eowyn. Wormtongue tried to make a lame excuse, but Theoden raised his sword. That's right, take his head off, she thought. But Aragorn stopped him.
"No! No my lord, enough blood has been spilled on his account," he said. And his put his hand out to help Grima stand up.
"What a great guy," she said under her breath. She would certainly worship him as her king if she ended up staying in Middle-Earth. How noble of him, how amazing.
Wormtongue looked at his hand for a moment, and then spit on it. Her eyes grew wide. "That guy is dead. You don't spit on Aragorn's hand and live to talk about it," she said.
"Hail, King Theoden!" someone below shouted. Aragorn was also the first to kneel before Theoden. Laura smiled. She liked this guy more and more. And from the looks of it, so did Eowyn.
Theoden looked around at the crowd. "Where is Theodred? Where is my son?" he asked. Silence answered him. Laura's jaw fell open. He had a son? Oh, no. That silence could only mean he was dead. And that meant a funeral. She hated going to funerals. She always cried, even if she didn't know the person.
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They walked in silence behind Theodred's body as it was carried behind the castle to a small stone tomb in the ground. Eowyn stood next to the tomb as Theodred was lowered. Her hair was up, and she wore a crown. She began singing in another language, and her voice seemed to come and go with the wind.
Laura took a deep breath, steadying her emotions. She wanted to cry and this was the perfect excuse. Her head was still pounding, and she was terribly shaken up about the "encounter" with Sauron. Now this? She just wanted to rest. But there was no time for that at all. She could see now that this was more than a paradise. This was a real place, with real people in it who could die.
She felt a hand squeeze hers. Surprised, she looked to her left. Legolas looked down at her, and for the first time in a day and a half she was able to look at his face. He seemed to understand how frustrated and exhausted and miserable she felt.
After the funeral, she followed the herd of people back up the hill. Aragorn approached her, his face fill with concern. "You do not look well, my lady."
"I'm just tired. I just need to sleep," she said in a very unconvincing tone. Aragorn nodded. Eowyn, who was behind them, had overheard him.
"I will show you to a room at once," she volunteered. Laura smiled. She and Eowyn made their way through the castle, Eowyn gathering a couple of blankets for her. She opened the door to a room and Laura went straight for the bed. Seeing how distressed she was, Eowyn left her without a sound.
Laura buried her face in the pillow and screamed as loud as she could. After that, her scream turned into a sob. The more she cried, the more the pain in her head increased. But it didn't matter; she just had to get everything out. Holding back emotions was sometimes the worst. She cried until she fell asleep.
Her dreams didn't offer any comfort, either. This time she was actually in Mordor, in the middle of Mount Doom. She watched as Frodo's body lay sprawled out across the rocks. He had died with his eyes open, in a frozen stare. His blue eyes were pale and his face dirty and thin. Sam sat next to him. He was alive, but he stared helplessly at the creature Gollum, who triumphantly had gotten hold of the Ring and was happily dancing around them. "Frodo." she choked.
She woke up when she heard a knock on her door. (I doubt back then these castles had doors, sorry). "Come in," she said in a wavering tone.
It was Legolas. He looked at her, very troubled. "You have been acting strangely since last night. Is the memory still that vivid?"
She nodded weakly. "Yeah, I can still feel the flames," she said shakily.
