Okay there ain't much I can say, except, why is it that hearing a guy sing
stuff in a language that you don't even know the name off, kinda sexy?
Disclaimer: If I said you had a beautiful body would you hold it against me? If I told you I didn't own LOTR would you withdraw that lawsuit?
Chapter Three: A Welcome Touch.
Jericho felt the touch of Merry's hands as he led her down the hall into the drawing room. She only knew because she could smell the fireplace. He led her to a chair and sort of pushed her into it. Not forcefully, just sort of guiding her into it. She looked off into a direction she thought the others might be.
"Jericho?" Frodo asked. She'd picked the wrong direction. She turned her head towards his voice.
"Yes, Frodo?" she sighed.
"What do you want to do?" the question had shocked her. She expected them to just decide her fate. This was wonderful; she was terrible at making decisions.
"Uh..." she murmured, "I-I don't know." She heard one of them scoff.
"You see, she doesn't even know WHAT she wants," Fatty exclaimed.
"Jericho?" Merry asked softly, touching her arm, "You don't have to make a decision right now, we just would like to know your opinion on this."
"Well," Jericho was lost for words, "I, I would like to-to see!"
"In Rivendell the elves can help you to see again," Merry offered. Jericho beamed careful not to open her eyes.
"Does that mean she isn't staying here?" Fatty asked impatiently.
"If that's what Jericho wants," Merry answered. She felt his hand upon her shoulder. She moved her head as if looking around the room and then nodded her head vigorously.
"Alright then, we can go to sleep now!" Fatty exclaimed.
Jericho sat thinking while the others began talking loudly. She tried to hear snippets of what they were saying, but she couldn't concentrate. All she could think about was the reaction to her eyes. She had remembered that her eye's had been the one thing she loved the most about herself. She loved almost all eyes. It was the one feature that she loved to draw most. Often she would spend hours perfecting them on her small drawings. Now the one thing she loved most were the most hideous things on the planet. It was a vain thing, but she was so upset that she began to cry again.
As she sobbed silently she felt a hand on the base of her neck. It was slowly massaging her neck. She stopped in mid sob and touched the hand.
"You must be tired, let's get you off to bed," Merry whispered. Jericho nodded towards a picture on the wall behind him. She could see in her mind the Merry from the movies smiling down at her with kindness.
He led her down the hall and helped her into bed. She still had on the pajama's she had worn that morning back at home.
"Why have you been so kind to me?" she asked carefully getting into her bed.
"My Grandmother was blind most of her life, I know what it's like," he answered kindly.
"No you don't," she argued sensibly, "You've never been blind yourself, how could you possibly know what I'm dealing with?"
"You're right, but my grandmother often told me what it was like. I helped her around and I always longed for her to get her sight back," Merry paused, "It never happened."
"Why not?" Jericho asked sitting up.
"She died," he answered sadly.
"I'm sorry, I lost my great-grandmother years ago, I know how you feel,"
"No you don't," he mocked, she imagined a broad smile on his face. She put a hand in front of her and felt for his face. When she found it she felt for his mouth. Tracing the curve she felt it become a smile.
"Did your Grandmother do this too?" she asked not removing her hand.
"No, it tickles," he laughed. She removed her hand and brought it up to her own mouth.
"I was once asked if I'd rather to have been born blind or become blind after seeing for about 10 years,"
"What did you say?"
"I'd rather have seen the world once than never at all." There was a silence as she felt Merry sink her words in.
"I think I would have made the same choice," he answered. She felt him get up as if to leave. She snuggled down under the covers and prepared for a sound of him blowing the candle out. Instead she felt his lips upon her fore head. She flinched and sat up quickly.
"OW!" he exclaimed. She whirled toward him her eyes wide open, and then quickly closed them ready to hear his gasp of horror.
"I'm sorry," she murmured turning away from him and laying back down.
"It's okay I'm not hurt!" he assured.
"No, I meant about opening my eyes," she explained.
"Oh, that! Don't worry about it!"
"They're hideous!" she exclaimed. Merry didn't answer.
"Good night," she snapped. She pretended to go to sleep and listened for his footsteps leaving the room.
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Merry stood over top of Jericho watching her pretend to ignore him. He could tell she was uncomfortable with her eyes. He didn't exactly give the best response at the first site of them. It wasn't as if he'd never seen anything like that before, it just scared him that's all.
He walked out of the room and rejoined his fellow males. They were laughing and talking loudly when he came in and sat next to Pippin. Pippin turned to him smiling broadly and nudging him. Merry just faked a smile and rested his head on his clasped hands.
'What could have brought her to us?' he asked himself. It was so crazy. And right after the death of his... his friend. It was a terrible story.
'Those eyes are just like... 'Hers' he kept repeating. That was why he gasped. Not because they were hideous, but because they looked just like hers.
"Merry you aren't laughing," Pippin exclaimed gasping for breathe.
"I really think we should turn in," Merry said loudly.
"You know, he's right!" Sam agreed wiping the tears of laughter from his face.
"Yes," the other's agreed. They each went and turned into their separate rooms.
Merry stopped by Jericho's and peeked inside. He could see she had fallen asleep for real this time. He crept in stood over her. She shifted in her sleep and murmured something incoherent. Merry smiled, she looked so calm. He didn't know why he told her that his Grandmother was blind. She wasn't, and she had died a long time ago. He couldn't bring himself to talk about, 'her.' As he turned to leave she said something aloud in her sleep.
"You can see! The light is holding you! Open your eyes and behold!" she murmured.
Merry looked at her to see that she was still asleep. It was disturbing. He shrugged it off and then left to retire to his own bed.
Okay I'm done! Hope you've enjoyed so far, thank you to my ONE reviewer, glad you enjoyed! Laterz ya'll-DB:D
Disclaimer: If I said you had a beautiful body would you hold it against me? If I told you I didn't own LOTR would you withdraw that lawsuit?
Chapter Three: A Welcome Touch.
Jericho felt the touch of Merry's hands as he led her down the hall into the drawing room. She only knew because she could smell the fireplace. He led her to a chair and sort of pushed her into it. Not forcefully, just sort of guiding her into it. She looked off into a direction she thought the others might be.
"Jericho?" Frodo asked. She'd picked the wrong direction. She turned her head towards his voice.
"Yes, Frodo?" she sighed.
"What do you want to do?" the question had shocked her. She expected them to just decide her fate. This was wonderful; she was terrible at making decisions.
"Uh..." she murmured, "I-I don't know." She heard one of them scoff.
"You see, she doesn't even know WHAT she wants," Fatty exclaimed.
"Jericho?" Merry asked softly, touching her arm, "You don't have to make a decision right now, we just would like to know your opinion on this."
"Well," Jericho was lost for words, "I, I would like to-to see!"
"In Rivendell the elves can help you to see again," Merry offered. Jericho beamed careful not to open her eyes.
"Does that mean she isn't staying here?" Fatty asked impatiently.
"If that's what Jericho wants," Merry answered. She felt his hand upon her shoulder. She moved her head as if looking around the room and then nodded her head vigorously.
"Alright then, we can go to sleep now!" Fatty exclaimed.
Jericho sat thinking while the others began talking loudly. She tried to hear snippets of what they were saying, but she couldn't concentrate. All she could think about was the reaction to her eyes. She had remembered that her eye's had been the one thing she loved the most about herself. She loved almost all eyes. It was the one feature that she loved to draw most. Often she would spend hours perfecting them on her small drawings. Now the one thing she loved most were the most hideous things on the planet. It was a vain thing, but she was so upset that she began to cry again.
As she sobbed silently she felt a hand on the base of her neck. It was slowly massaging her neck. She stopped in mid sob and touched the hand.
"You must be tired, let's get you off to bed," Merry whispered. Jericho nodded towards a picture on the wall behind him. She could see in her mind the Merry from the movies smiling down at her with kindness.
He led her down the hall and helped her into bed. She still had on the pajama's she had worn that morning back at home.
"Why have you been so kind to me?" she asked carefully getting into her bed.
"My Grandmother was blind most of her life, I know what it's like," he answered kindly.
"No you don't," she argued sensibly, "You've never been blind yourself, how could you possibly know what I'm dealing with?"
"You're right, but my grandmother often told me what it was like. I helped her around and I always longed for her to get her sight back," Merry paused, "It never happened."
"Why not?" Jericho asked sitting up.
"She died," he answered sadly.
"I'm sorry, I lost my great-grandmother years ago, I know how you feel,"
"No you don't," he mocked, she imagined a broad smile on his face. She put a hand in front of her and felt for his face. When she found it she felt for his mouth. Tracing the curve she felt it become a smile.
"Did your Grandmother do this too?" she asked not removing her hand.
"No, it tickles," he laughed. She removed her hand and brought it up to her own mouth.
"I was once asked if I'd rather to have been born blind or become blind after seeing for about 10 years,"
"What did you say?"
"I'd rather have seen the world once than never at all." There was a silence as she felt Merry sink her words in.
"I think I would have made the same choice," he answered. She felt him get up as if to leave. She snuggled down under the covers and prepared for a sound of him blowing the candle out. Instead she felt his lips upon her fore head. She flinched and sat up quickly.
"OW!" he exclaimed. She whirled toward him her eyes wide open, and then quickly closed them ready to hear his gasp of horror.
"I'm sorry," she murmured turning away from him and laying back down.
"It's okay I'm not hurt!" he assured.
"No, I meant about opening my eyes," she explained.
"Oh, that! Don't worry about it!"
"They're hideous!" she exclaimed. Merry didn't answer.
"Good night," she snapped. She pretended to go to sleep and listened for his footsteps leaving the room.
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Merry stood over top of Jericho watching her pretend to ignore him. He could tell she was uncomfortable with her eyes. He didn't exactly give the best response at the first site of them. It wasn't as if he'd never seen anything like that before, it just scared him that's all.
He walked out of the room and rejoined his fellow males. They were laughing and talking loudly when he came in and sat next to Pippin. Pippin turned to him smiling broadly and nudging him. Merry just faked a smile and rested his head on his clasped hands.
'What could have brought her to us?' he asked himself. It was so crazy. And right after the death of his... his friend. It was a terrible story.
'Those eyes are just like... 'Hers' he kept repeating. That was why he gasped. Not because they were hideous, but because they looked just like hers.
"Merry you aren't laughing," Pippin exclaimed gasping for breathe.
"I really think we should turn in," Merry said loudly.
"You know, he's right!" Sam agreed wiping the tears of laughter from his face.
"Yes," the other's agreed. They each went and turned into their separate rooms.
Merry stopped by Jericho's and peeked inside. He could see she had fallen asleep for real this time. He crept in stood over her. She shifted in her sleep and murmured something incoherent. Merry smiled, she looked so calm. He didn't know why he told her that his Grandmother was blind. She wasn't, and she had died a long time ago. He couldn't bring himself to talk about, 'her.' As he turned to leave she said something aloud in her sleep.
"You can see! The light is holding you! Open your eyes and behold!" she murmured.
Merry looked at her to see that she was still asleep. It was disturbing. He shrugged it off and then left to retire to his own bed.
Okay I'm done! Hope you've enjoyed so far, thank you to my ONE reviewer, glad you enjoyed! Laterz ya'll-DB:D