Hey ya'll! Question: Why do I always start to type a chapter right before I
go somewhere, tell you that I'm doing so, and then finish the chapter three
days later? Answer: No clue! Also on a more serious note, the fic is coming
to a close rather quickly. Don't know why, this is just gonna be a short
one. Besides, this is my first stab at suspense, and I'm not prolonging it
very well.
Disclaimer: If I would by chance say that I own the Lord of the Rings and such a number of possibilities could happen. 1. Sued by whoever does own LOTR. 2. Grounded for getting sued. 3. Have to pay the amount of money I was sued. 4. Die because my parents would kill me because I got sued. 5. I don't own it so there! :-P
Chapter Six: Argue
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Estella stared down in shock. The wound on her arm was giving off a dull ache from being exposed the air. Parts of the wound were leaking blood and puss of a strangely green color, just a bit worrisome. But one would be worried enough at the sheer fact that the word 'Merry' was written upon her arm.
Her hands were shaking. In fact she was having trouble controlling her body. Estella wrapped her arms around her body to try and stop the shaking, but it was of no avail. A loud sob erupted from her lips and silent tears poured down her face. Still shaking she went to unwrap the other arm.
The same transformation of color, the same spelling of the name only forwards.
BRANDYBUCK
Estella began to shake more violently. Her chest was heaving, her mind was spinning, sweat was pouring from her brow. A small scream issued from her lips and she felt forward moaning.
Merry ran into the room to see Estella huddled in a ball on her bed her arms pulled up close to her body. She was shaking violently.
"Estella? What's wrong?" he asked rushing to her side.
"Everything," she croaked, "Everything. What have I done to myself Merry? When did I do this? What have I become?"
"What are you talking about?" he said but inside he knew exactly what she meant. Lying next to her on the bed were the bandages.
"Your name is all that I see when I close my eyes," she whispered her voice growing as she went on, "If I open them I can still see it! But when I open my eyes it's a bleeding, puss dripping, agonizing wound on my arm!!" She flung her arm out in front of him and showed him the words. "Can you read, Merry? Because I sure can! I can read between the lines! I am a sick, sick hobbit is what that says! I am a sick hobbit, who was lied to!"
"Estella!" Merry tried to speak, but could not come up with an explanation.
"Whatever you try to tell me will only be words that make no since, Merry," she wailed, "All that anyone has ever told me has been in another language! Death is all I know, death is all I deserve. What's even worse is that you're here now, and that gives me one small reason to want to live, but alas, you have wronged me and now not even you make me wish to stay."
"Estella, there's good reason to why I kept it from you!" he said loudly, "The happenings of last night were almost too grievous for me to bear myself. How am I supposed to tell you something that pains even me?"
"You don't know the first thing about pain, Merry Brandybuck!" she spat.
"Do I?" he said starting to get angry himself, "I don't know anything about pain?"
"Not the kind that I've been through," he growled.
"How many people have you watched die? How many orcs have you slain? How many times have you thought that you thought that you were going to die?" he yelled.
"Five...none... three," she whispered her eyes shining with contempt.
Merry had no answer. "So Diamond was telling the truth?" he asked quietly.
"About what?" she sneered.
"About you..." he couldn't bring himself to say it.
"She told you about that?"
"Well... yes..."
"I hate her!" she screamed pulling at her hair again and screaming even more.
"Stop that! Stop causing even more pain to your self!" he ordered.
"And what's it to you, Mr. Brandybuck? Why do you care?" she spat holding her hair in her hand threateningly.
"You know why I care," he said rather hurt.
"Yes, I do don't I," she rolled her eyes, "You love me. That's just so you do feel as bad! That's just so that those words don't haunt you in your sleep! I hate you Merry Brandybuck! I hope you die."
"You don't mean that," he told her.
"Oh, I don't do I?" she asked raising her eyebrows, "Did I mean it when I said to Diamond that if one of those ruffians tries to enter my home that I'll kill 'em? Did I mean it when I told him that if his friends ever show their faces on my doorstep they'll meet his same fate?"
"That was self defense!"
"Self defense and then some Merry! I killed five people! FIVE! Can you count Merry, cause I sure can! Five people died in my house upon the blade of a normal kitchen knife! I used that knife to prepare dinner for Diamond one night. The same night I told her about... the ruffians! She didn't speak to me all the next week! In fact I hadn't seen her since she came to visit me at your house! Isn't that something Merry?"
"Estella, please, try to understand..."
"I've tried and all I've gotten is lies and pain, I don't want to understand! I just want to know why I have your name on my arm and then I want to go home and never see your sorry face again!"
Merry stared at her not moving or speaking. Persimmon peaked his head out from under the bed as if to see if the fighting was over.
"No," he told her anger clear all over his face.
"What did you say?"
"I said no, if you can't remember then maybe it's best that you never find out."
"Merry," she paused and curled her fists in frustration, "I should kill you... but I can't... you're innocent. I could kill you if I tried."
"That's a relief," he scoffed.
Estella slapped him. "I didn't say I wasn't going to do anything, you imbecile, only that I won't kill you."
He raised a hand slowly to where she had slapped him. Looking upon her he could see that she was still shaking violently, and that she was glaring at him with all the malice she could put forth. Hesitantly he placed a hand upon hers. Nothing happened.
"Estella," he said softly, "I'm so sorry for everything I've said and everything I've done. This is just like the last time we saw each other before I left with Frodo. There's only one small difference."
"What ever could that be?" she sneered.
"The love that's in my heart knows that as soon as I walk out of this door, you'll regret it all." He stood up and walked out of the room leaving her to sit and think.
She stared at the closed door without a single thought running through her head. Estella looked down at her scabbed up arms, the pus and blood dripping down onto the sheets. With her right hand she raked her fingernails over the scabs opening as much as possible and an enormous amount of pain shooting up her arm. She repeated and did the same with her left hand. The pain grew stronger and Estella could feel herself start to slip away from reality. Estella slipped away and into last night.
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Sorry so short, but ya know... these things happen. Hope you've enjoyed and guess what, you get some definite answers in the next chapter! YAY! Okay enough from me, now it's your turn! Luvs!-DB:D
Disclaimer: If I would by chance say that I own the Lord of the Rings and such a number of possibilities could happen. 1. Sued by whoever does own LOTR. 2. Grounded for getting sued. 3. Have to pay the amount of money I was sued. 4. Die because my parents would kill me because I got sued. 5. I don't own it so there! :-P
Chapter Six: Argue
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Estella stared down in shock. The wound on her arm was giving off a dull ache from being exposed the air. Parts of the wound were leaking blood and puss of a strangely green color, just a bit worrisome. But one would be worried enough at the sheer fact that the word 'Merry' was written upon her arm.
Her hands were shaking. In fact she was having trouble controlling her body. Estella wrapped her arms around her body to try and stop the shaking, but it was of no avail. A loud sob erupted from her lips and silent tears poured down her face. Still shaking she went to unwrap the other arm.
The same transformation of color, the same spelling of the name only forwards.
BRANDYBUCK
Estella began to shake more violently. Her chest was heaving, her mind was spinning, sweat was pouring from her brow. A small scream issued from her lips and she felt forward moaning.
Merry ran into the room to see Estella huddled in a ball on her bed her arms pulled up close to her body. She was shaking violently.
"Estella? What's wrong?" he asked rushing to her side.
"Everything," she croaked, "Everything. What have I done to myself Merry? When did I do this? What have I become?"
"What are you talking about?" he said but inside he knew exactly what she meant. Lying next to her on the bed were the bandages.
"Your name is all that I see when I close my eyes," she whispered her voice growing as she went on, "If I open them I can still see it! But when I open my eyes it's a bleeding, puss dripping, agonizing wound on my arm!!" She flung her arm out in front of him and showed him the words. "Can you read, Merry? Because I sure can! I can read between the lines! I am a sick, sick hobbit is what that says! I am a sick hobbit, who was lied to!"
"Estella!" Merry tried to speak, but could not come up with an explanation.
"Whatever you try to tell me will only be words that make no since, Merry," she wailed, "All that anyone has ever told me has been in another language! Death is all I know, death is all I deserve. What's even worse is that you're here now, and that gives me one small reason to want to live, but alas, you have wronged me and now not even you make me wish to stay."
"Estella, there's good reason to why I kept it from you!" he said loudly, "The happenings of last night were almost too grievous for me to bear myself. How am I supposed to tell you something that pains even me?"
"You don't know the first thing about pain, Merry Brandybuck!" she spat.
"Do I?" he said starting to get angry himself, "I don't know anything about pain?"
"Not the kind that I've been through," he growled.
"How many people have you watched die? How many orcs have you slain? How many times have you thought that you thought that you were going to die?" he yelled.
"Five...none... three," she whispered her eyes shining with contempt.
Merry had no answer. "So Diamond was telling the truth?" he asked quietly.
"About what?" she sneered.
"About you..." he couldn't bring himself to say it.
"She told you about that?"
"Well... yes..."
"I hate her!" she screamed pulling at her hair again and screaming even more.
"Stop that! Stop causing even more pain to your self!" he ordered.
"And what's it to you, Mr. Brandybuck? Why do you care?" she spat holding her hair in her hand threateningly.
"You know why I care," he said rather hurt.
"Yes, I do don't I," she rolled her eyes, "You love me. That's just so you do feel as bad! That's just so that those words don't haunt you in your sleep! I hate you Merry Brandybuck! I hope you die."
"You don't mean that," he told her.
"Oh, I don't do I?" she asked raising her eyebrows, "Did I mean it when I said to Diamond that if one of those ruffians tries to enter my home that I'll kill 'em? Did I mean it when I told him that if his friends ever show their faces on my doorstep they'll meet his same fate?"
"That was self defense!"
"Self defense and then some Merry! I killed five people! FIVE! Can you count Merry, cause I sure can! Five people died in my house upon the blade of a normal kitchen knife! I used that knife to prepare dinner for Diamond one night. The same night I told her about... the ruffians! She didn't speak to me all the next week! In fact I hadn't seen her since she came to visit me at your house! Isn't that something Merry?"
"Estella, please, try to understand..."
"I've tried and all I've gotten is lies and pain, I don't want to understand! I just want to know why I have your name on my arm and then I want to go home and never see your sorry face again!"
Merry stared at her not moving or speaking. Persimmon peaked his head out from under the bed as if to see if the fighting was over.
"No," he told her anger clear all over his face.
"What did you say?"
"I said no, if you can't remember then maybe it's best that you never find out."
"Merry," she paused and curled her fists in frustration, "I should kill you... but I can't... you're innocent. I could kill you if I tried."
"That's a relief," he scoffed.
Estella slapped him. "I didn't say I wasn't going to do anything, you imbecile, only that I won't kill you."
He raised a hand slowly to where she had slapped him. Looking upon her he could see that she was still shaking violently, and that she was glaring at him with all the malice she could put forth. Hesitantly he placed a hand upon hers. Nothing happened.
"Estella," he said softly, "I'm so sorry for everything I've said and everything I've done. This is just like the last time we saw each other before I left with Frodo. There's only one small difference."
"What ever could that be?" she sneered.
"The love that's in my heart knows that as soon as I walk out of this door, you'll regret it all." He stood up and walked out of the room leaving her to sit and think.
She stared at the closed door without a single thought running through her head. Estella looked down at her scabbed up arms, the pus and blood dripping down onto the sheets. With her right hand she raked her fingernails over the scabs opening as much as possible and an enormous amount of pain shooting up her arm. She repeated and did the same with her left hand. The pain grew stronger and Estella could feel herself start to slip away from reality. Estella slipped away and into last night.
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Sorry so short, but ya know... these things happen. Hope you've enjoyed and guess what, you get some definite answers in the next chapter! YAY! Okay enough from me, now it's your turn! Luvs!-DB:D