Disclaimer: Do I really need to write one? But for your information I do
not own anything of J.R.R. Tolkien.
I own Katalia, Baragon, and his family along with anyone else I make up.
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Chapter 9
Realizations...
During the next two or three days, Katalia visited Baragon's house frequently, She also became good friends with Pippin and Gandalf. Katalia often looked out North East to where Osgiliath laid in unchecked terror and power. Her mind wandered, and her thoughts almost always were of Baragon, she worried about him ~I wonder if he is still alive. I hope so.~ while she was washing dishes at Baragon's family's house, she heard hoof beats and many voices outside. She dried her hands and went out to see what it was. The soldiers had returned! She looked frantically for
Baragon, only a small number of men returned. Last to come in was Baragon holding a wounded soldier. Katalia ran to him. "Baragon!" Called Katalia. Baragon dismounted and some people took the soldier from him. Her eyes widened with recognition, she gasped and ran to him. "Baragon, is Faramir all right?" she asked worriedly as he pulled her close.
"He is alive. But he needs to go to the Houses of Healing quickly."
"I hope he will be all right." He looked so ill, Katalia had become good friends with him too. "But thank goodness your alive, come inside the house and eat. Then you cane rest."
They went inside and immediately Laurelin and Baranon ran to him and hugged him. "Baragon , Baragon! You're back!" However soon they were sent to bed. For it was 8 or 9 o'clock. The house was silent, Faramir's life hang by a single thread and Osgiliath was over run with orcs. Their fires could be seen by night, and their hate filled cries all the time.
Katalia served him the left over stew from dinner and sat in silence while he ate. When he was done she took the bowl from him. Then she noticed his right arm was bloody. "You're hurt!" she exclaimed.
"Oh, it's nothing really." said Baragon, turning a deep shade of red. "Just a scratch."
She knelt by his arm, "Let me see." said Katalia. He obeyed, and gingerly laid his arm on the table, She rolled up his sleeve. The cut was long but thankfully not very deep. Still it was no small thing. "Sure this is just a scratch. Let me dress it." Katalia said.
"Thank you." he said quietly when she had finished. She smiled, patted his good arm. She glanced around, it was late, darkness had settled over the city. She reached for her long cloak.
"You're leaving?"
She turned to him. "Of all nights, I think perhaps now I should." She said.
He rose, "Good-bye then." he whispered. His hand ran over a stray lock of her hair. She blushed, and slowly moved away to the door.
"Good-bye." She walked hastily through the streets to her home. She was so happy. ~Baragon was back! Oh it only I could share my happiness with my family.~ she thought as she entered her room. Then it hit her. ~Someday, I will have to go back home. I will have to leave everything behind. All my friends.~ and with that realization it also occurred to her that she loved Baragon. Always had with all her heart and soul. She had always been such a dreamer. In fact, must girls did not think about this stuff as often as she had. She had always dreamed about who she was going to marry. What it felt like to be in love. Always. Now she knew. ~Except this is not how it was supposed to be! I cannot love him because someday I will have to leave.~ "But I do." she said aloud in desperation, she threw herself down on her bed and cried. ~Why did I have to fall in love with him! Why couldn't I have fallen in love with someone from my world. God, please help me! Baragon cant love me. No one can even like me. I'll make sure of that.~ she thought as she
cried and finally fell asleep. Muttering one bitter phrase, "Why me?"
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Katalia was sitting on a bench in one of the gardens. Thinking unhappy thoughts. ~I can't avoid everyone for forever. What should I do? What should I say? How am I supposed to act horrible all the time?~ Someone sat down next to her and said, "Good morning Katalia."
Katalia looked sideways startled. She hadn't heard anyone coming. It was Baragon. Katalia quickly got up and started to run out of the garden, it was so hard. She didn't know what to do or say. Baragon ran after her saying, "Katalia, wait." He caught her from behind and turned her to face him holding her tight. "What's the matter?" He asked worriedly. Taking in her appearance. Her eyes were red and her face sad, she pulled against his grip.
"Let me go!" demanded Katalia with tears in her eyes.
"I'm not letting you go until you tell me what's wrong."
Katalia looked into his eyes. The were so full of concern. "Im mel
le. (I love you.)"
"What does that mean?" Baragon asked tenderly.
"Figure it our for yourself! Just let me go!" With that Katalia pushed him away and was about to run when Baragon grabbed her by the wrists.
"Please Katalia tell me."
Katalia looked up at him. She was crying now. She looked down her heart tearing in two. Then
she said with as much coldness as she could as she undid the necklace around her neck, the one Baragon had given her, "I hate you Baragon. Here keep this. I don't want it." With that she thrust herself free, put the necklace in his hand and ran before she could see Baragon's stunned and pained face.
This time he did not come after her.
The next five days were very lonely. Katalia spent as much time in the gardens as she could, the flowers and plants were such a comfort to her. She stayed away from people. She couldn't hide
herself away from everybody all the time. When she was around people, she was careful to be as unlike able as possible. Everyone worried about her. One day as she was walking through the garden thinking when Baragon came. "Katalia, may I talk with you?"
Katalia looked up at him her eyes full of despair and regret. "If you want to, although I'd much rather be alone."
"I won't be long. Orcs and all the forces of the enemy are approaching. They are coming in myriads. It is likely the last man will fall defending this city." he said quietly.
"I know Lord Baragon. I have ears. What do you want?" she snapped.
"I just wanted to say good-bye."
Katalia looked down she couldn't stand to look at him. "Well then,
good-bye or should I say I hope you die a happy death by the hands of
and orc." she grimaced at her own cruel words.
Baragon looked down at the ground, hurt. "Good-bye Katalia. I hope you shall remain safe." She said as he gave her a quick hug before she could protest, and walked away.
Katalia looked after him, it was so hard for her to act like this, especially in front of people she cared about. When he was almost out of sight, she whispered, "I hope you live through this and find yourself a wife. A wife who is beautiful, caring, wonderful, and is from this world." she fell to her knees sobbing. " It is I who hope that I shall be killed by an orc or something."
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The next day, the battle started. For two days straight all Katalia did was wake up every morning and hide with the women, the battle raged, and now the city was under siege. She wandered into the gardens, the same one where she had found her love for Baragon. That's when she saw a small party of men carrying Faramir on a bed. Also with the group was Denethor and Pippin. She walked over to them curiously. "Is Lord Faramir dead?" Katalia asked.
"Practically. Lady Katalia, I release you from my service you are free to do what you wish." said Denethor coldly.
Katalia called Pippin over and asked him something. Pippin told her what she wanted, he was full of despair and horror. Katalia went running back to her room with a grim smile on her face. She had an idea.
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Yes! I did it! I left you with a cliffy. Aren't I evil?
Namarie,
Katalia
I own Katalia, Baragon, and his family along with anyone else I make up.
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Chapter 9
Realizations...
During the next two or three days, Katalia visited Baragon's house frequently, She also became good friends with Pippin and Gandalf. Katalia often looked out North East to where Osgiliath laid in unchecked terror and power. Her mind wandered, and her thoughts almost always were of Baragon, she worried about him ~I wonder if he is still alive. I hope so.~ while she was washing dishes at Baragon's family's house, she heard hoof beats and many voices outside. She dried her hands and went out to see what it was. The soldiers had returned! She looked frantically for
Baragon, only a small number of men returned. Last to come in was Baragon holding a wounded soldier. Katalia ran to him. "Baragon!" Called Katalia. Baragon dismounted and some people took the soldier from him. Her eyes widened with recognition, she gasped and ran to him. "Baragon, is Faramir all right?" she asked worriedly as he pulled her close.
"He is alive. But he needs to go to the Houses of Healing quickly."
"I hope he will be all right." He looked so ill, Katalia had become good friends with him too. "But thank goodness your alive, come inside the house and eat. Then you cane rest."
They went inside and immediately Laurelin and Baranon ran to him and hugged him. "Baragon , Baragon! You're back!" However soon they were sent to bed. For it was 8 or 9 o'clock. The house was silent, Faramir's life hang by a single thread and Osgiliath was over run with orcs. Their fires could be seen by night, and their hate filled cries all the time.
Katalia served him the left over stew from dinner and sat in silence while he ate. When he was done she took the bowl from him. Then she noticed his right arm was bloody. "You're hurt!" she exclaimed.
"Oh, it's nothing really." said Baragon, turning a deep shade of red. "Just a scratch."
She knelt by his arm, "Let me see." said Katalia. He obeyed, and gingerly laid his arm on the table, She rolled up his sleeve. The cut was long but thankfully not very deep. Still it was no small thing. "Sure this is just a scratch. Let me dress it." Katalia said.
"Thank you." he said quietly when she had finished. She smiled, patted his good arm. She glanced around, it was late, darkness had settled over the city. She reached for her long cloak.
"You're leaving?"
She turned to him. "Of all nights, I think perhaps now I should." She said.
He rose, "Good-bye then." he whispered. His hand ran over a stray lock of her hair. She blushed, and slowly moved away to the door.
"Good-bye." She walked hastily through the streets to her home. She was so happy. ~Baragon was back! Oh it only I could share my happiness with my family.~ she thought as she entered her room. Then it hit her. ~Someday, I will have to go back home. I will have to leave everything behind. All my friends.~ and with that realization it also occurred to her that she loved Baragon. Always had with all her heart and soul. She had always been such a dreamer. In fact, must girls did not think about this stuff as often as she had. She had always dreamed about who she was going to marry. What it felt like to be in love. Always. Now she knew. ~Except this is not how it was supposed to be! I cannot love him because someday I will have to leave.~ "But I do." she said aloud in desperation, she threw herself down on her bed and cried. ~Why did I have to fall in love with him! Why couldn't I have fallen in love with someone from my world. God, please help me! Baragon cant love me. No one can even like me. I'll make sure of that.~ she thought as she
cried and finally fell asleep. Muttering one bitter phrase, "Why me?"
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Katalia was sitting on a bench in one of the gardens. Thinking unhappy thoughts. ~I can't avoid everyone for forever. What should I do? What should I say? How am I supposed to act horrible all the time?~ Someone sat down next to her and said, "Good morning Katalia."
Katalia looked sideways startled. She hadn't heard anyone coming. It was Baragon. Katalia quickly got up and started to run out of the garden, it was so hard. She didn't know what to do or say. Baragon ran after her saying, "Katalia, wait." He caught her from behind and turned her to face him holding her tight. "What's the matter?" He asked worriedly. Taking in her appearance. Her eyes were red and her face sad, she pulled against his grip.
"Let me go!" demanded Katalia with tears in her eyes.
"I'm not letting you go until you tell me what's wrong."
Katalia looked into his eyes. The were so full of concern. "Im mel
le. (I love you.)"
"What does that mean?" Baragon asked tenderly.
"Figure it our for yourself! Just let me go!" With that Katalia pushed him away and was about to run when Baragon grabbed her by the wrists.
"Please Katalia tell me."
Katalia looked up at him. She was crying now. She looked down her heart tearing in two. Then
she said with as much coldness as she could as she undid the necklace around her neck, the one Baragon had given her, "I hate you Baragon. Here keep this. I don't want it." With that she thrust herself free, put the necklace in his hand and ran before she could see Baragon's stunned and pained face.
This time he did not come after her.
The next five days were very lonely. Katalia spent as much time in the gardens as she could, the flowers and plants were such a comfort to her. She stayed away from people. She couldn't hide
herself away from everybody all the time. When she was around people, she was careful to be as unlike able as possible. Everyone worried about her. One day as she was walking through the garden thinking when Baragon came. "Katalia, may I talk with you?"
Katalia looked up at him her eyes full of despair and regret. "If you want to, although I'd much rather be alone."
"I won't be long. Orcs and all the forces of the enemy are approaching. They are coming in myriads. It is likely the last man will fall defending this city." he said quietly.
"I know Lord Baragon. I have ears. What do you want?" she snapped.
"I just wanted to say good-bye."
Katalia looked down she couldn't stand to look at him. "Well then,
good-bye or should I say I hope you die a happy death by the hands of
and orc." she grimaced at her own cruel words.
Baragon looked down at the ground, hurt. "Good-bye Katalia. I hope you shall remain safe." She said as he gave her a quick hug before she could protest, and walked away.
Katalia looked after him, it was so hard for her to act like this, especially in front of people she cared about. When he was almost out of sight, she whispered, "I hope you live through this and find yourself a wife. A wife who is beautiful, caring, wonderful, and is from this world." she fell to her knees sobbing. " It is I who hope that I shall be killed by an orc or something."
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The next day, the battle started. For two days straight all Katalia did was wake up every morning and hide with the women, the battle raged, and now the city was under siege. She wandered into the gardens, the same one where she had found her love for Baragon. That's when she saw a small party of men carrying Faramir on a bed. Also with the group was Denethor and Pippin. She walked over to them curiously. "Is Lord Faramir dead?" Katalia asked.
"Practically. Lady Katalia, I release you from my service you are free to do what you wish." said Denethor coldly.
Katalia called Pippin over and asked him something. Pippin told her what she wanted, he was full of despair and horror. Katalia went running back to her room with a grim smile on her face. She had an idea.
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Yes! I did it! I left you with a cliffy. Aren't I evil?
Namarie,
Katalia