Chapter 8
Withing and hour, Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli and Theoden had found them. The four warriors carried them into separate rooms, and started tending to their wounds. Eowyn, was the one in chrage of Kammie, which wasn't the best thing in the world. While Eowyn took of Kammie's bracers, she checked her arms for wounds, and only found one. That one, was the one that she had done to herself on the first night.
'Wait a minute,' Eowyn thought, 'She had bracers on, how could this happen?' She felt the cut, by the feel of it, she could tell that it wasn't new enough to be from either battle. 'Legolas must know.' Eowyn quickly cleaned off the other wounds, and went to go find the elven prince. She approached the main hall, and found her uncle, Legolas, Aragorn and Gimli discussing what to do next.
"Legolas!" She hissed, "Legolas." His elven ears pricked up, looking towards her. She waved him over.
"Excuse me." He said respectfully, and walked over to her. "What is it?" He whispered.
"Come with me." She grabbed hs arm and led him into Kammie's room. "There's a cut on her arm, and it's not from the battle. It was covered...by her bracers."
"How old is it?" Legolas was immdiately concerned.
"A couple of weeks."
"Good." He crouched down by the bed, pushed up her sleeve, and examined the cut. "It's alright. There's no problem with this." The sight of the cut brought back a sudden bad memory, he pushed the sleeve down and quickly stood up.
"Legolas, you know how that got there, and not I do too. Something needs to be done about it." Eowyn pleaded.
"No. Nothing needs to be done. It's fine."
"How can you say that?! Kammie slit her wrist!" Eowyn yelled.
"Because I did too!" Legolas screamed back. Realizing what he had said, he quickly left the room.
Withing and hour, Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli and Theoden had found them. The four warriors carried them into separate rooms, and started tending to their wounds. Eowyn, was the one in chrage of Kammie, which wasn't the best thing in the world. While Eowyn took of Kammie's bracers, she checked her arms for wounds, and only found one. That one, was the one that she had done to herself on the first night.
'Wait a minute,' Eowyn thought, 'She had bracers on, how could this happen?' She felt the cut, by the feel of it, she could tell that it wasn't new enough to be from either battle. 'Legolas must know.' Eowyn quickly cleaned off the other wounds, and went to go find the elven prince. She approached the main hall, and found her uncle, Legolas, Aragorn and Gimli discussing what to do next.
"Legolas!" She hissed, "Legolas." His elven ears pricked up, looking towards her. She waved him over.
"Excuse me." He said respectfully, and walked over to her. "What is it?" He whispered.
"Come with me." She grabbed hs arm and led him into Kammie's room. "There's a cut on her arm, and it's not from the battle. It was covered...by her bracers."
"How old is it?" Legolas was immdiately concerned.
"A couple of weeks."
"Good." He crouched down by the bed, pushed up her sleeve, and examined the cut. "It's alright. There's no problem with this." The sight of the cut brought back a sudden bad memory, he pushed the sleeve down and quickly stood up.
"Legolas, you know how that got there, and not I do too. Something needs to be done about it." Eowyn pleaded.
"No. Nothing needs to be done. It's fine."
"How can you say that?! Kammie slit her wrist!" Eowyn yelled.
"Because I did too!" Legolas screamed back. Realizing what he had said, he quickly left the room.
