"Merry Memories"
By Romania Black and Aldarida
Me and Al (short for Aldarida) couldn't resist writing a LOTR fic. I personally thought *emphasis on thought* that I had a chance with liking Aragorn at one time...until I found out he marries Arwen...crud...anyway, now I'm obsessed with Legolas...and Al is still into Elijah Wood and Dominic Monaghan, so there you go....Hope you enjoy this fic we wrote!
~Romania Black~
P.S. I own nothing of Mr. Tolkeins....that is a sad statement to say the least....^.^
Chapter One: Merry Meetings
Vardahir sat out on the window ledge, staring at the blue crystal skies before her. It was the usual boring days, when there was utterly nothing to do outside, and the threat of being forced to dance around in a dress and sip tea were of the most hated activities.
Vardahir sighed and stretched herself out on the couch. Yawning, she kneeled over and picked up one of the letters her friend Aldarida had sent her. The feeling of the ink ingraved onto the parchment was stubbly and rough. She rubbed the lettering and placed the letter onto the table.
"Boring....." Vardahir said, trying to sound amused. Being the daughter of King Aragorn, Vardahir was never allowed to leave Gondor to go to the Shire, though she wished to.
Suddenly the door to her room opened widely, and Vardahir gasped as a small childlike figure fall to the floor. Rushing over to see who it was she was shocked when she recognized the figure.
"Master MERRY!?!?!!?" Vardahir screamed as she lifted up his limp body off the floor. Blood trickled from his forehead and his breath was heavy. She cradled him in her arms and rushed his body over to the sink in her bathroom.
Running cold water over his head, she slowly saw his eyes open up.
"Merry, can you hear me?" Vardahir said raising his head.
"A battle...A fight...fire and ash..." Merry sputtered. Vardahir gazed at him sadly, the fear spreading through her body.
"Merry...is the shire is...burning?" Vardahir asked slowly, biting her lip in horror.
Merry looked up at Vardahir and gave her a strange look.
"I think it was something Shire-like...but who are you...and....who am I?"
Vardahir froze. *Who AM I?!?!?!* She thought wildly. *This couldn't be happening.*
"What...Merry..what battle.?" She said as she ran him over to her bed.
"I don't know....all I rememebr was.....was...." Merry said. Then, his head slumped into the pillow on the bed.
Vardahir stood there. She had no idea what to do. She had never delt with something like this before. It was always her father. All she knew what that Merry couldn't have been in the Shire because Pippin and him had stayed at Minus Tirith all this week. The only thing she could think of was that it was all a dream..or a warning! Her eyes widened....
"Stay here!" she said. She ran down to her father...
'Dad, Dad..........O dad,"
"Vardahir what is it my child...." Aragorn asked concerned. He was looking through some papers.
"It's Merry....he's said something about a battle and fire! I don't know, but is anything wrong." Vardahir said as she nelt down by her father.
"Hunny, if anything was wrong believe me, you would know!!" He said.
"But father!" Vardahir sputtered in a exhausted voice. Aragorn continued looking at the papers on his throne.
"Not now, darling." Aragorn said getting slightly frustrated.
Vardahir couldn't believe her father wasn't going to help her. Annoyed, she stood up, gave her father one final glance, then raced out the doorway and back to her room. At the doorway, she paused, to make sure that this was really happening. Then, she cautiously walked into her room.
Merry was still lying on the bed, his head had stopped bleeding, though there was now small purple bruises forming on his brow. Vardahir knelt down beside him and raised a hand to touch his forehead. It was burning up.
"My lady?" Vardahir turned to see a small lady in the doorway. It was Elanor Gamgee, the maiden to Vardahir's mother, Arwen. She had small blonde curls that hung down eleagantly in her face. Elanor gazed for a second at Vardahir, then noticed the figure sleeping on her bed.
"Elanor, now don't freak out..." Vardahir tried to say to her, seeing the wideness of her eyes.
"Merry!!!!" Elanor screamed, running to his side. "I...I thought King Aragorn was lying...but now...." Elanor began to sob and ran her fingers over her eyes. Vardahir sighed.
"What now?"
"Well," Elanor said sadly. "King Aragorn is coming up to check on him."
"Let's get some hot water going," Vardahir said slowly and trying not to panic. "before he starts to get sick."
''Merry are you ok..?" Elanor said running her fingers through his hair, trying to keep his hair out of his cut. Merry sat laying on the bed...you could tell he was in pain. Vardahir ran into her bathroom and filled a bowl up with warm water.
Suddenly Sam, Rosie, Pippin and Aldarida came running through the door.
*God, what is up with all the halflings today?* Vardahir thought to herself. She ran into the room with the water.
"Move....please move...I need to wash out his cut," she said. Merry grabbed Elanor's hand and squeezed it. Elanor looked at Merry and then glanced up at Pippin. He smiled and then turned to go out the door. But he was stopped by Aragorn.
"Oh, there you are. I was just going to find you." He said.
"Thank you, Master Took." he said.
*I wish he wouldn't call me that!* Pippin thought to himself. Aragorn sat beside Vardahir on the bed.
''Dad, he's burning up..what do you think is wronge with him..??" She said.
"I don't know...." Aragorn said. For once he didn't know what was wrong. For he grew up around elves, so he could know all the illnesses of their kind, but this he wasn't for sure about. Elanor looked around and met Aragorn in the eye. She was scared and Aragorn could see it in her eyes.
Aldarida walked up to Elanor and put her hand on her shoulder. Elanor smiled and then let go of Merry's hand. She stood up and walked over stand by her father and mother. Pippin walked up and stood by Elanor. He put is arm around her shoulder, she smiled at him and he smiled at her....as if something was going on.
"OK, lets let Master Brandybuck sleep for a while. He should be ok." Aragorn said as he guieded the hobbits out of the room. "Aldarida, where is Frodo?"
"He had some buissness to attend. He's been gone for two days now. But I'm sure if he hears of this he will be here shortly." she said brushing the long blonde hair from her eyes. She was a tall mortal woman, with golden hair and dark blue eyes.
"Elanor, don't worry Merry will be alright. I've seen him in worse conditions that this before....he'll pull through." Pippin said glancing at Elanor's long face.
"Thanks Pip, I'm glad your here." Elanor smiled walking out the door.
As the hobbits walked out the door, Aragorn puased and met Sam face to face, though it was more like face to stomache for Sam.
"Sam, why are you here exactly? I thoguth you'd be in the Shire at home now?" He studied Sam closely. Sam blushed very profoundly.
"Aw, well, actually me and Rosie here are for a tour of Minas Tirith that Pippin here offered me. Aldarida was invited to come by Frodo, who was called away for an important meeting two days ago. Merry was supposed to have gone with him!" Sam said frankly.
Aragorn pensively gazed around at the others. Vardahir flushed.
"Then something bad may have happened to Frodo!" She cried. Aragorn shook his head.
"Now let's not jump to conclusions, dearest," Aragorn said calmly. "I'll go and inform the guards and have them search for Frodo's whereabouts." With that, he headed off into the next hall and out of sight.
"Come with me, I'll lead you folks to some decent rooms," Elanor offered to Rosie, Sam, Aldarida and Pippin.
"No, we're staying elsewhere for now," Sam said gently. "But thank you, daughter dearest."
"Let's hurry home, and send word back to the Shire," Rosie encouraged, grabbing Sam's arm.
"See you soon, Ellie!" Aldarida called back, exiting the room.
Pippin grasped onto Elanor's hand and left through the doorway, waving goodbye.
"Elanor!" Vardahir's sharp cry rang through the air. Elanor turned and gave her a distant glance.
"What, my lady?"
"It's Merry....," Vardahir said slowly, staring at the bed in her room. "He's waking up!"
HOW WAS IT?!?!? Pleez review! The next Chapter is coming soon!
~Romania Black and Aldarida~ ^_*
By Romania Black and Aldarida
Me and Al (short for Aldarida) couldn't resist writing a LOTR fic. I personally thought *emphasis on thought* that I had a chance with liking Aragorn at one time...until I found out he marries Arwen...crud...anyway, now I'm obsessed with Legolas...and Al is still into Elijah Wood and Dominic Monaghan, so there you go....Hope you enjoy this fic we wrote!
~Romania Black~
P.S. I own nothing of Mr. Tolkeins....that is a sad statement to say the least....^.^
Chapter One: Merry Meetings
Vardahir sat out on the window ledge, staring at the blue crystal skies before her. It was the usual boring days, when there was utterly nothing to do outside, and the threat of being forced to dance around in a dress and sip tea were of the most hated activities.
Vardahir sighed and stretched herself out on the couch. Yawning, she kneeled over and picked up one of the letters her friend Aldarida had sent her. The feeling of the ink ingraved onto the parchment was stubbly and rough. She rubbed the lettering and placed the letter onto the table.
"Boring....." Vardahir said, trying to sound amused. Being the daughter of King Aragorn, Vardahir was never allowed to leave Gondor to go to the Shire, though she wished to.
Suddenly the door to her room opened widely, and Vardahir gasped as a small childlike figure fall to the floor. Rushing over to see who it was she was shocked when she recognized the figure.
"Master MERRY!?!?!!?" Vardahir screamed as she lifted up his limp body off the floor. Blood trickled from his forehead and his breath was heavy. She cradled him in her arms and rushed his body over to the sink in her bathroom.
Running cold water over his head, she slowly saw his eyes open up.
"Merry, can you hear me?" Vardahir said raising his head.
"A battle...A fight...fire and ash..." Merry sputtered. Vardahir gazed at him sadly, the fear spreading through her body.
"Merry...is the shire is...burning?" Vardahir asked slowly, biting her lip in horror.
Merry looked up at Vardahir and gave her a strange look.
"I think it was something Shire-like...but who are you...and....who am I?"
Vardahir froze. *Who AM I?!?!?!* She thought wildly. *This couldn't be happening.*
"What...Merry..what battle.?" She said as she ran him over to her bed.
"I don't know....all I rememebr was.....was...." Merry said. Then, his head slumped into the pillow on the bed.
Vardahir stood there. She had no idea what to do. She had never delt with something like this before. It was always her father. All she knew what that Merry couldn't have been in the Shire because Pippin and him had stayed at Minus Tirith all this week. The only thing she could think of was that it was all a dream..or a warning! Her eyes widened....
"Stay here!" she said. She ran down to her father...
'Dad, Dad..........O dad,"
"Vardahir what is it my child...." Aragorn asked concerned. He was looking through some papers.
"It's Merry....he's said something about a battle and fire! I don't know, but is anything wrong." Vardahir said as she nelt down by her father.
"Hunny, if anything was wrong believe me, you would know!!" He said.
"But father!" Vardahir sputtered in a exhausted voice. Aragorn continued looking at the papers on his throne.
"Not now, darling." Aragorn said getting slightly frustrated.
Vardahir couldn't believe her father wasn't going to help her. Annoyed, she stood up, gave her father one final glance, then raced out the doorway and back to her room. At the doorway, she paused, to make sure that this was really happening. Then, she cautiously walked into her room.
Merry was still lying on the bed, his head had stopped bleeding, though there was now small purple bruises forming on his brow. Vardahir knelt down beside him and raised a hand to touch his forehead. It was burning up.
"My lady?" Vardahir turned to see a small lady in the doorway. It was Elanor Gamgee, the maiden to Vardahir's mother, Arwen. She had small blonde curls that hung down eleagantly in her face. Elanor gazed for a second at Vardahir, then noticed the figure sleeping on her bed.
"Elanor, now don't freak out..." Vardahir tried to say to her, seeing the wideness of her eyes.
"Merry!!!!" Elanor screamed, running to his side. "I...I thought King Aragorn was lying...but now...." Elanor began to sob and ran her fingers over her eyes. Vardahir sighed.
"What now?"
"Well," Elanor said sadly. "King Aragorn is coming up to check on him."
"Let's get some hot water going," Vardahir said slowly and trying not to panic. "before he starts to get sick."
''Merry are you ok..?" Elanor said running her fingers through his hair, trying to keep his hair out of his cut. Merry sat laying on the bed...you could tell he was in pain. Vardahir ran into her bathroom and filled a bowl up with warm water.
Suddenly Sam, Rosie, Pippin and Aldarida came running through the door.
*God, what is up with all the halflings today?* Vardahir thought to herself. She ran into the room with the water.
"Move....please move...I need to wash out his cut," she said. Merry grabbed Elanor's hand and squeezed it. Elanor looked at Merry and then glanced up at Pippin. He smiled and then turned to go out the door. But he was stopped by Aragorn.
"Oh, there you are. I was just going to find you." He said.
"Thank you, Master Took." he said.
*I wish he wouldn't call me that!* Pippin thought to himself. Aragorn sat beside Vardahir on the bed.
''Dad, he's burning up..what do you think is wronge with him..??" She said.
"I don't know...." Aragorn said. For once he didn't know what was wrong. For he grew up around elves, so he could know all the illnesses of their kind, but this he wasn't for sure about. Elanor looked around and met Aragorn in the eye. She was scared and Aragorn could see it in her eyes.
Aldarida walked up to Elanor and put her hand on her shoulder. Elanor smiled and then let go of Merry's hand. She stood up and walked over stand by her father and mother. Pippin walked up and stood by Elanor. He put is arm around her shoulder, she smiled at him and he smiled at her....as if something was going on.
"OK, lets let Master Brandybuck sleep for a while. He should be ok." Aragorn said as he guieded the hobbits out of the room. "Aldarida, where is Frodo?"
"He had some buissness to attend. He's been gone for two days now. But I'm sure if he hears of this he will be here shortly." she said brushing the long blonde hair from her eyes. She was a tall mortal woman, with golden hair and dark blue eyes.
"Elanor, don't worry Merry will be alright. I've seen him in worse conditions that this before....he'll pull through." Pippin said glancing at Elanor's long face.
"Thanks Pip, I'm glad your here." Elanor smiled walking out the door.
As the hobbits walked out the door, Aragorn puased and met Sam face to face, though it was more like face to stomache for Sam.
"Sam, why are you here exactly? I thoguth you'd be in the Shire at home now?" He studied Sam closely. Sam blushed very profoundly.
"Aw, well, actually me and Rosie here are for a tour of Minas Tirith that Pippin here offered me. Aldarida was invited to come by Frodo, who was called away for an important meeting two days ago. Merry was supposed to have gone with him!" Sam said frankly.
Aragorn pensively gazed around at the others. Vardahir flushed.
"Then something bad may have happened to Frodo!" She cried. Aragorn shook his head.
"Now let's not jump to conclusions, dearest," Aragorn said calmly. "I'll go and inform the guards and have them search for Frodo's whereabouts." With that, he headed off into the next hall and out of sight.
"Come with me, I'll lead you folks to some decent rooms," Elanor offered to Rosie, Sam, Aldarida and Pippin.
"No, we're staying elsewhere for now," Sam said gently. "But thank you, daughter dearest."
"Let's hurry home, and send word back to the Shire," Rosie encouraged, grabbing Sam's arm.
"See you soon, Ellie!" Aldarida called back, exiting the room.
Pippin grasped onto Elanor's hand and left through the doorway, waving goodbye.
"Elanor!" Vardahir's sharp cry rang through the air. Elanor turned and gave her a distant glance.
"What, my lady?"
"It's Merry....," Vardahir said slowly, staring at the bed in her room. "He's waking up!"
HOW WAS IT?!?!? Pleez review! The next Chapter is coming soon!
~Romania Black and Aldarida~ ^_*
