Disclaimer: I do not own any of Tolkien's beautiful creations. sniff I only own Elli and Caitlin.
There, that's done. Just to let you all know, I have no idea how long I intend to make this, but it might be a LONG time before I ever finish. I hope you plan on hanging around awhile. Please? But if you don't like this so far, then you probably wouldn't like anything that comes after this. But please, try to enjoy it! I'm a writer in training! I admit I need practice. That's why I'm here. But keep going, I promise this story will not come out clichéd. I already have some plans for it; I just have no idea when I'm ending it!
Okay, now on we go with the story!
Dropped into Middle Earth
Chapter Two: Riding onto Rivendell
"Dear child, why did you do that?" Aragorn asked as he walked closer. I looked up at him, wincing in pain. He put his arm under my back to sit me up and support me. I saw Caitlin standing behind the four hobbits. Frodo had a look of pure gratefulness on his face. He'd have harder times ahead of him yet.
I looked up at Aragorn and began to speak. "I didn't want to see Frodo go through the pain. He has enough of a burden put on him." My last few words came out in a painful screech. Aragorn lifted me up in his arms, carrying me up and away.
"You need elvish medicine. Quickly! Rivendell is yet six days ahead. Hurry little ones. Come, Lady Caitlin. Let us help you're friend."
The pain washed over me, making me cringe every now and then. Everything was blurry, and my chest was burning from the poison. This never happened to Mary Sue's. Then again, men probably jumped in front of poison arrows for them every second of their lives. I obviously have problems. I jump in front of a raging Ringwraith to save Frodo. What in the blazes was I thinking? Can I really make that much of a difference in this story?
Caitlin's POV
I had no idea what that crazy little hobbit girl was thinking. Clearly, she was insane. And muddy. And short. But did she really have to take the pain to free Frodo of it? I didn't understand at all. Why the heck did she do it? Does she want to feel pain? I mean really, I could've offered her a reality slap. We both need one. Here we are in Middle Earth, and now I don't know what's going on. Elli here was my unofficial tour guide. Now she's wonderfully and conveniently wounded. Just my luck.
But on we marched, rarely stopping since Elli needed help soon and these Black Riders were lurking everywhere. I jumped the height of a hobbit every time one of 'em screeched. I kept hearing Elli's pitiful whimpers, and I felt bad. I felt there was really nothing I could do.
We finally stopped two nights later to retrieve more water and find some athelas for Strider man. He had me keep watching, thinking my elven ears I'd been wonderfully blessed with would help me somehow. They kind of did, although I couldn't make out what I was hearing. I just heard things ten times better. Lucky me.
While Sam and Aragon went wandering for plant medication, Pippin, Frodo and Merry kept Elli company. I listened in on their conversation, and kept watch for scary dudes.
"I am entirely grateful to you Elli," spoke Frodo. "It took bravery to do such an act. Thank you."
"It was nothing. Or at least, it seemed like nothing. But the pain will pass. I'll be healed in Rivendell and be better in no time."
"You're a very courageous, m'lady," Merry gloated.
Oh, gag me with a spoon. Ok, so Elli now appeared as a hobbit hero. No biggie. Maybe elves get jealous too easily, what do I know. It's just that here we are in Middle Whatcha-macall-it, and Elli knows more about this than I do about The Simpsons. Geez, this girl deserved a medal. I'd sure give her one if she knew a way home.
Aragorn and Sam returned then, and pulled back some of Elli's shirt material to try and heal the wound. Sam turned away, out of respect of seeing certain girly parts, and Aragorn applied athelas. Elli screamed out in pain, and Merry and Pippin quickly covered her mouth and tried to stop her flailing arms. Frodo stood off to the side with me, watching the amusing spectacle before us.
"I cannot guarantee that the wound will be much better, but it should help to slow the poison. That way we won't have to keep rushing to reach the Ford. Now, let us rest, and at daylight we'll continue on."
Elli's POV
I awoke sometime before dawn in blinding pain. Being that it was nightfall, I wasn't sure what I was seeing anyway, but all I saw was pitch black. I screamed, and then felt two hands gripping each of my arms. Two more hands pulled open my shirt and applied something that burned again. Athelas. Geez that stuff made ya scream. I could hardly breathe now, and my breaths came out in gulps.
I tried to speak, looking around at the blurry shapes near me. "How far are we to Rivendell?" I asked the closest person.
"Nearly four days still, m'lady. Would you like any food, I have bacon, if you want." The voice sounded like Pippin's.
"No, you go on and eat. I'm not hungry."
"If you insist, but I do wish you'd eat something. You're so weak." I watched as Pippin wandered off and Caitlin came over to me.
I looked up at her as she leaned over me. "Hey, Caitlin. Do you remember that time where those dorks in gym class threw basketballs at our boobs?"
She laughed. "Yeah. What in the world does that have to do with now?"
"I was just thinking. And getting stabbed in the boob hurts way more."
Caitlin bursts into hysterics, and I laughed softly to myself, the slight shaking causing dizzying pain up my side.
"I wouldn't know how ya feel silly girl, but I'm just gonna tell you to go to sleep." I smiled up at her as I laid my head back down on my clock hood and feel back into darkness.
I suppose I awoke not far from Rivendell. All I knew though was that I was on a horse.
A horse?
What in the blazes was I doing on top of a horse?
A second later I heard rushing water, and realized this must have been the part near the Ford, where the Ringwraiths were closing in and a few elves of Rivendell decided to come to our rescue. I only remembered the movie version at the moment, with Arwen, but I knew the horse I was bounding along on was named Asfaloth. The hands that grasped the reins were masculine, and I knew this had to be the book version. I couldn't for the life of me imagine Arwen with manly fingers. I looked ahead, trying to peer over the horse's neck, but being so little, it became impossible. So I just sat there, trying to keep my balance, and not get thrown around too much. But Asfaloth was a good horse, and I didn't have trouble.
Soon the rushing and pounding of water was deafening, and I knew that we were close. Asfaloth sped up, and I crouched down in fear. My rider seemed confident, but I sure didn't! My chest burned, and I realized once more that things were fuzzy and blackish.
Then, I saw the water, and the bridge up ahead. We were so close! But I heard the screeches of the Ringwraiths, and pain swelled up my side. I cried out softly in pain, and my rider put a protective arm around my little waist, keeping one hand on the reins and one on me. We bounded closer and closer and then I felt cold, refreshing water tickling my furry bare feet. And then I passed out again.
A/N: Do you all hate me? I couldn't think of a better way to end it. Suspense shall bring you all back to me, and keep you in my clutches! Muahahahaha! I'm so damn cruel.
And no, I wouldn't know if it hurts to get stabbed in a breast. But getting punched in one hurts like censored
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