I'm going to have a sequel. I hope you guys like it. I got the idea from
Blondeducky77's story. Well heres the last chapter.
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Chapter 16
It had been three days since Katalia broke her fever, she was at dinner, Baragon at her side. It was a party for the hobbits and many people had attended. The hobbits were keeping everyone entertained the whole evening. After a while Baragon said, "Katalia you should get some sleep."
"I don't want to go back to bed!" she protested.
"You will be out more than enough tomorrow. You need to sleep." He gently placed his hand on her arm.
"Okay I'll go." Katalia said sleepily. Tomorrow the whole company was heading for Minas Tirith. Baragon picked her up, she was still to weak to walk on her own and even when her weakness passed, her leg was still broken and in need healing.
When Katalia awoke the whole camp was in uproar. Everyone was heading out. She slowly sat up and slid her legs off the bed. The she got off completely. Pain shot through her leg, she fell to the ground ~I'm to weak. Will I ever be completely fine again?~ Before she his the ground she felt arms underneath her. Baragon had seen her get off the bed and dashed into the room. "You can't walk by yourself yet."
"I don't like being weak. I can't do anything."
"Well if you just rest like you supposed to you would get better much faster. I seem to remember telling you this before."
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Katalia was walking in a garden in Minas Tirith, limping rather. It had been a month since they left Ithilien, today Aragorn was crowned King. She soon grew tired and sat down on a bench. "You should be in bed." said Baragon as he put a cloak around her shoulders.
"Why?"
"Because you tired and need sleep. Besides its cold out here. The more you rest the faster you'll get better."
"I'm better than I was."
"True but your still not quite yourself yet."
"This is the first time I've been allowed out. I'm not about to go back in."
Baragon sighed in defeat, he gently touched the material of the dress on her shoulder. "It's a nice dress you wearing Katalia."
Katalia looked down, she smiled, it was a pretty dress, a royal blue dress, outlined in gold trim. the sleeves were large and billowy, with a dips in them showing parts of her tanned arm. A low front (modestly of course) decorated the front, with the golden design of a flower woven into it.
"Thanks."
"But it's missing something." He held out the necklace he had given her earlier. "I think this will look well with it."
"It's beautiful, thank you." She said quietly as she put it on.
"Why did you give it back to me anyway?"
Katalia sighed, then she told Baragon where she lived and what Gandalf had said. Everything except that she loved him. Then she told him why she acted the way she did in the garden. That she didn't want anybody to miss her. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean what I said in the garden. I don't hate you."
Baragon smiled and laughed a little. "You failed. I love you Katalia. You are like a sister to me."
It was a bittersweet feeling, she gave him a small smile, she happy because he still cared for her after the way she had acted. Sad because he didn't love her as she loved him. ~There's always hope. He could learn to love me.~ Katalia thought. As Baragon brought Katalia back to the houses of Healing.
The End!
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Well I'll be posting the first chapter of the sequel as soon as possible. So please read it! Thank you to everyone who has read my story! Elessar*lover thank you so much!
Namarie,
Katalia
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Chapter 16
It had been three days since Katalia broke her fever, she was at dinner, Baragon at her side. It was a party for the hobbits and many people had attended. The hobbits were keeping everyone entertained the whole evening. After a while Baragon said, "Katalia you should get some sleep."
"I don't want to go back to bed!" she protested.
"You will be out more than enough tomorrow. You need to sleep." He gently placed his hand on her arm.
"Okay I'll go." Katalia said sleepily. Tomorrow the whole company was heading for Minas Tirith. Baragon picked her up, she was still to weak to walk on her own and even when her weakness passed, her leg was still broken and in need healing.
When Katalia awoke the whole camp was in uproar. Everyone was heading out. She slowly sat up and slid her legs off the bed. The she got off completely. Pain shot through her leg, she fell to the ground ~I'm to weak. Will I ever be completely fine again?~ Before she his the ground she felt arms underneath her. Baragon had seen her get off the bed and dashed into the room. "You can't walk by yourself yet."
"I don't like being weak. I can't do anything."
"Well if you just rest like you supposed to you would get better much faster. I seem to remember telling you this before."
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Katalia was walking in a garden in Minas Tirith, limping rather. It had been a month since they left Ithilien, today Aragorn was crowned King. She soon grew tired and sat down on a bench. "You should be in bed." said Baragon as he put a cloak around her shoulders.
"Why?"
"Because you tired and need sleep. Besides its cold out here. The more you rest the faster you'll get better."
"I'm better than I was."
"True but your still not quite yourself yet."
"This is the first time I've been allowed out. I'm not about to go back in."
Baragon sighed in defeat, he gently touched the material of the dress on her shoulder. "It's a nice dress you wearing Katalia."
Katalia looked down, she smiled, it was a pretty dress, a royal blue dress, outlined in gold trim. the sleeves were large and billowy, with a dips in them showing parts of her tanned arm. A low front (modestly of course) decorated the front, with the golden design of a flower woven into it.
"Thanks."
"But it's missing something." He held out the necklace he had given her earlier. "I think this will look well with it."
"It's beautiful, thank you." She said quietly as she put it on.
"Why did you give it back to me anyway?"
Katalia sighed, then she told Baragon where she lived and what Gandalf had said. Everything except that she loved him. Then she told him why she acted the way she did in the garden. That she didn't want anybody to miss her. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean what I said in the garden. I don't hate you."
Baragon smiled and laughed a little. "You failed. I love you Katalia. You are like a sister to me."
It was a bittersweet feeling, she gave him a small smile, she happy because he still cared for her after the way she had acted. Sad because he didn't love her as she loved him. ~There's always hope. He could learn to love me.~ Katalia thought. As Baragon brought Katalia back to the houses of Healing.
The End!
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Well I'll be posting the first chapter of the sequel as soon as possible. So please read it! Thank you to everyone who has read my story! Elessar*lover thank you so much!
Namarie,
Katalia