Faulkner: For those of you who read In The End, Does It Matter?, the next
chapter will be just a little long in coming. I've finally gotten my hands
on The Silmarillion and am reading that, and I also have to do a little
reaserch on the next chapter for that story. I can only do so much! And
then there's a Chicken Festival coming up, so I should be able to get some
things done during that time. But trust me, the Festival isn't as tweaked
as it sounds. At least, I hope not.
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I think I might have mentioned this before, but I liked reading. It was just about the only thing that kept me from going insane for real at the Institute. I could immerse myself in other peoples problems and then forget about mine. At least for a short while anyways. And with all these books around me, my palms were itching like crazy to read them. My palms always itched for some reason when books were nearby. It's just one more very weird fact about me.
Thank God Rumil was there. If it weren't for him, I would never have learned all this cool stuff about the Valar and Maia (who sounded suspiciously like wizards and witches). And about that one dude called Iluvatar. But man, were their names freaky! They were hard to remember, let alone pronounce! I had a feeling that all the Elvish words and names would be hard to pronounce.
"Wait a sec. So are you telling me that these trees gave off enough light to light up all of Valinor?" I asked sceptically.
Rumil turned to look at me from over the book. "Yes. They were the greatest trees to have ever been grown, and ever will grow. Yavanna Kementari herself sung them to life upon the Holy Hill." Trees, sung to life..... This world is definitely strange.
"Okay. Whatever you say. Read on."
We only got as far as the first Elves before the time for this lesson was up. Sirith looked to be in a fairly pissy mood today, by the way he was oh so subtly (not) slamming things. What was creepy though was that even when he slammed things he was graceful. Dammit, they were graceful in everything, even anger! No fair.......
"We need to work on your basic pronounciation before you learn any more words. You speak them like an uneducated heathen." Hey! I'll have you know hot-shot that I got very good grades in English!
I tell ya, those pronounciation lessons were pure torture for my tongue and jaw. I kept getting everything all twisted and screwed up. And I was getting severely thirsty. Rumil may have let me eat my lunch while I listened to him read from some history book, but all this work was making my mouth go dry.
"Not too bad, human. You are getting better. But you're not good enough. I highly suggest that you practice these tonight." and then he swept away from the table and out of the library. I stared at the space he had been occupating for a second or two before shaking my head slowly.
"These Elves are having a bad influence on me." I mumbled to no one but myself. "I gotta do somethin' about this."
I went down the steps to the forest floor, still thinking about all the funky pronounciations. I was barely paying any attention to where the hell I was going, and lucky I didn't get lost. But my luck went into a dead halt there because I walked straight into someone. Both of us fell to the floor and got a few leaves on our clothes.
"Woah. Sorry, I didn't see you." I got back up and held out my hand for the (surprise!) man to take. It wasn't an Elf, nope, it was a man! A regular man! Well, as regular as one could get in this world. I wouldn't have noticed it though, if it weren't for the whole no-pointy-ears thing and that he didn't gleaming silver-blond hair.
Well, he did have blond hair, but it was darker, more of a dirty blond color. But still blond. And damn, was this dude tall! Gah, he was taller than Haldir, but I bet Haldir could whip his ass any day of the week. Anyway, his blond hair only went to his shoulders, nad he had some really cool deep blue eyes. They were a lot like Haldir's.
"Watch where you're going!" he growled. He completely ignored my hand and got up and dusted himself off. "You need to keep you're eyes open, Elf."
"Hey! I take offense to that! I'm no Elf, stupid. Do you see any points?" I pulled back my short black hair so he could see my ears. "And if you're so smart, then how come you didn't move out of the way or something, hmm?" I shot back. He looked slightly startled at the fact that I was human like he was. Then he got angry.
"Watch your tongue, little girl! Or else i'll kindly remove it from your head." This guy was really asking for it.
"I'll watch mine as soon as you watch where you're going." Never let it be said that Narya, now of the Elves of Lothlorien, took crap from anyone. Even if he was sort of of my own kind.
"You're the one that ran into me!"
"I did not!"
"Liar!"
"Idiot!"
By now we were inches away from each other and I had to lean my head back to be able to look him in the eye. I was getting a crick in my neck too. He gritted his teeth and I swore I could hear them grinding together. Freaky.
"Back down, child." he growled at me.
"Ladies first, pansy." I replied. Another growl. "Or should I say doggie?" He started to growl again, but swallowed it.
"Cai! The Lady has sent for you! You don't want to keep her waiting." an unfamiliar voice called. I looked over my shoulder and saw (gasp!) Legolas. He was motioning to the guy that was giving me such a hard time.
"Alright! I'm on my way." The dude who I now knew was called Cai stepped away from me and picked up a bag that he had evidently dropped when we bumped into each other. Then he was off with a nod towards Haldir's love interest.
"Bastard." I grumbled to myself and started back towards my flet.
I tried to shove my hands into my pockets, but the problem was, I didn't have any! Damn. Note to self: get a tailor to put pockets in my pants. Or leggings, whatever these people called 'em. Gah, so many names for something so simple.
"What happened?"
I nearly tripped over my own feet when I heard him speak from right by me. Nobody should be that quiet when walking. I swear, it should be illegal or somethin'.
"Huh?"
"What happened between you and Cai?" Seeing him up close, I realized that Legolas was a real cute Elf-dude. Too bad he was taken.
"Oh, nuthin'. I just sorta ran into him on accident." I shrugged and kept on walking. "He made a big deal out of nothing. For a minute there I thought we would get into a smackdown or something."
Legolas looked at me and raised a questioning eyebrow. "Smackdown? Haldir told me you used peculier terms." He smiled at me. "Among other things." Okay. NOW he's got my full attention.
"Like what? None of it could have been good." I said wryly.
"Why don't you ask him? If you'll excuse me, I must leave. Farewell, my lady." He bowed and then left. Just like that. I stood there for a second, blinking at the space where he had been.
"Woah. This, is getting just way too weird for me." I mumbled yet again. These Middle-Earth people were really screwing with my head. Almost literally it seemed to me. I'd be amazed if I made it out of this experience alive.
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"Hey Haldir." I swirled around the stuff on my plate that looked like mashed potatoes, but tasted more like corn-beef.
"Yes?" I stole a glance at him. He was utterly relaxed, and staring at a certain Prince of Mirkwood, who was sitting on the other side of our resident royalty.
"What did you tell Legolas about me? I happened to meet him after I ran into this one guy." I asked.
He looked at me for a second after taking a bite out of his meat. "Nothing really." he finally answered. "I told him how you came here and about your lessons. Not much at all." Then how come I had the feeling you were lying through your teeth, Haldir of Lothlorien?
"Really?"
"Really."
I snorted and earned a couple of looks from some nearby Elves. Geez, you'd think they'd never seen a seventeen year old kid before! I think this place need to loosen up just a bit and yank whatever is up their butts out. They all remind me of rich pricks, the way they all look down on me sometimes! It gets really frustrating after a while.
Fortunately, supper ended soon and I left by myself for my flet. I was yet again caught up in my thoughts (for some reason these people made me think alot) and I yet again ran into that same ass.
"What is wrong with you woman?! Do you delight in tormenting me?" he yelled.
"Well EXCUSE ME! Sorry for walking into his highness! Maybe if you looked half decent I would bow before you and kiss your nasty ass boots!" and I stuck my tongue out at him. I know, I know. That was really mature, huh?
"Learn some manners, woman! Or maybe it is a male with a bosom? I have heard tell of them roaming about the Wilds!"
Oh, you just pushed some buttons that were better off left alone. It's on now! I could distinctly remember a horse opera (western, to those who are cultured) where this one dude said, "Them's fightin' words!" Well, I wouldn't say that, but I would say this:
"This means war."
Whenever I thought back to that moment, I never really could remember who struck first. But with my temper, I suppose it could have been me. I should have just scared him off with a little fire-show, but that doesn't hold as much appeal as an old-fashioned fist-fight. It had been a while since I had last fought some dude. And here, I wouldn't get solitary for it either. Though I probably would get some kind of a punishment. I always said rules were meant to be broken.
He swung at my head and I ducked and kicked out at his feet to unbalance him. He did trip up a little, but not nearly enough for me to work with. So I swung at him while he was still getting his balance and hit him right in the jaw. But damn, did that guy have a tough face! I was pretty sure I had bruised my knuckles badly, if not broken them. He retaliated by knocking the wind out of me, and I fell to my knees, gaspng for breath. I was still gasping when I tackled his knees and brought him down to the ground.
The fist-fight turned into a wrestling match as we tumbled around a bit, getting leaves and such stuck in our hair and clothes. I remember hearing somebody shouting something, and then hands trying to separate us.
"Get off! Let me at him, let me at him!" I screamed as I struggled to knock his lights out. Oh yeah, pissed didn't even BEGIN to describe how I felt. No one, and I mean NO ONE got away with calling me names and meaning it.
"Wretch!" he spat. "You'd do well to cut off your claws before I do it for you!"
"WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?!" I would recognize that bellow anywhere. The ruckus we had started immediately stopped as the small crowd parted and (guess who?) Haldir came forward with Legolas only two steps behind him.
No one immediately answered, so Haldir asked an Elf that he must have known. At least I think he asked the Elf, because they were speaking Elvish. I noticed the scowl form as he shot me a dirty look. I glared at the back of his head when he turned away before turning to my opponent.
He was about as beat up as I was. He had a lovely bruise on his jaw where I had first hit him and he was slightly favoring one leg. He had a few leaves in his hair as well as his clothes. And I certainly won't forget the cut just above his right eyebrow.
And then there was me. I also had leaves in my hair and clothes, but they were the least of my worries. My left eye hurt, and I bet it was turning black at the moment. I must have hit him pretty hard because my right hand knuckles were bleeding, along with my nose. I swiped at the blood before tilting my head back and pinching it. Wouldn't do any good to get blood all over the place. They were a bitch to get out of clothes.
I zoned back in and caught the last few sentences of whatever Haldir had been saying. "......and make sure his jaw is tended. Narya, I will escort you back to your flet and have Miriel look at your injuries." Then he said something that sounded suspiciously like an order and gripped my elbow tightly.
We walked back to my place and up the ladder. I could tell he was really mad at me, just by the way he was clenching his jaw and gripping my elbow. My lower arm was starting to go numb becuase he was cutting off some of the blood supply.
Not long after I sat down Miriel came in and started telling me off about getting into fights. She went into my small bathroom and got a washcloth, a small bowl of hot water, and took out some funky leaves from a pouch at her waist.
"You may be young, but even you should know that starting fights isn't a very good idea. Look at yourself! Your eye will be practically useless for the next two days at least, because of the swelling!" She clucked her tongue and started to clean all the blood off my face. "There, now remove your hand so I can have a look at it." I slowly did just that, in casr it hadn't stopped. Lucky for me it had. She told me to wipe off my hands and I did that while she looked at my nose and unexpectedly prodded it.
"Ow! Hey, that's sensitive! Are you trying to make it bleed again?" I brought up my now clean hand to protect my nose from any more unexpected assaults on it.
"It's not broken, but it will be quite sore." She started to soak the dried out leaves she had taken out of her pouch and went back into the bathroom to get something. She came back out with a little ball of linen that she unraveled and set on the table. "Let me see your hand." I held it out for her inspection. She cleaned it, and the bleeding stopped finally. Then se brought it closer to her face and started 'hmmm'ing over it.
"These are some pretty curious scars you have." she mumbled. I would've heard her better if I had had that super-Elf hearing. "You might have more to add to them yet." After another glance at them, she dropped my hand from her grasp and started to soak the linens in that water with the leaves in them. Then she lifted them back out and squeezed all the excess stuff out before starting to wrap it around my knuckles.
"Ah! That's hot!" I got half-way out of my seat before I was pushed back in by Haldir. He glared down at me while keeping his hands on my shoulders. Miriel tied a knot in the linen to keep it on and then turned back to her strange water-leaf combination. She soaked the clean washcloth in it and then squeezed out the excess. Then she rolled it into a ball and handed it to me.
"Keep this on your eye, and it will help keep the swelling down so you can possibly see through it tomorrow. All I can say about your nose is to be careful the next day or so." She cleaned off the table and put everything back in its proper place.
"Thanks Miriel. Night." I called after her as she left. I wish she hadn't because that now left me alone. With Haldir. Who happened to be very pissy.
Pardon my Fench, but, FUCK IT.
"You listen, and you listen well, Narya. No one, and I mean NO ONE get's into fights while i'm the Marchwarden." And so started my lovely little lecture. He camly and very menacingly told me the error of my ways before bellowing at me to get to bed before he personally drugged a glass of water to put me asleep. And then he stomped out of the talan, slamming the door, and left.
"Too bad I don't have a radio. Then I would've heard the storm warning for that and been prepared. Hurricane Haldir has just passed, and i've been left intact. Hallelujah." I sniggered to myself as I set down the washcloth and changed into some PJ's. I put it back on my eye and let it sit there for a few minutes before setting it back down on the table and going to sleep.
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Faulkner: You likee? For those of you who hadn't noticed, Cai (the dude she fought with) was the character that I promised to put in for Hanya. So there it is babe! And the references in the beginning were from The Silmarillion. Since I FINALLY got it from the library.
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I think I might have mentioned this before, but I liked reading. It was just about the only thing that kept me from going insane for real at the Institute. I could immerse myself in other peoples problems and then forget about mine. At least for a short while anyways. And with all these books around me, my palms were itching like crazy to read them. My palms always itched for some reason when books were nearby. It's just one more very weird fact about me.
Thank God Rumil was there. If it weren't for him, I would never have learned all this cool stuff about the Valar and Maia (who sounded suspiciously like wizards and witches). And about that one dude called Iluvatar. But man, were their names freaky! They were hard to remember, let alone pronounce! I had a feeling that all the Elvish words and names would be hard to pronounce.
"Wait a sec. So are you telling me that these trees gave off enough light to light up all of Valinor?" I asked sceptically.
Rumil turned to look at me from over the book. "Yes. They were the greatest trees to have ever been grown, and ever will grow. Yavanna Kementari herself sung them to life upon the Holy Hill." Trees, sung to life..... This world is definitely strange.
"Okay. Whatever you say. Read on."
We only got as far as the first Elves before the time for this lesson was up. Sirith looked to be in a fairly pissy mood today, by the way he was oh so subtly (not) slamming things. What was creepy though was that even when he slammed things he was graceful. Dammit, they were graceful in everything, even anger! No fair.......
"We need to work on your basic pronounciation before you learn any more words. You speak them like an uneducated heathen." Hey! I'll have you know hot-shot that I got very good grades in English!
I tell ya, those pronounciation lessons were pure torture for my tongue and jaw. I kept getting everything all twisted and screwed up. And I was getting severely thirsty. Rumil may have let me eat my lunch while I listened to him read from some history book, but all this work was making my mouth go dry.
"Not too bad, human. You are getting better. But you're not good enough. I highly suggest that you practice these tonight." and then he swept away from the table and out of the library. I stared at the space he had been occupating for a second or two before shaking my head slowly.
"These Elves are having a bad influence on me." I mumbled to no one but myself. "I gotta do somethin' about this."
I went down the steps to the forest floor, still thinking about all the funky pronounciations. I was barely paying any attention to where the hell I was going, and lucky I didn't get lost. But my luck went into a dead halt there because I walked straight into someone. Both of us fell to the floor and got a few leaves on our clothes.
"Woah. Sorry, I didn't see you." I got back up and held out my hand for the (surprise!) man to take. It wasn't an Elf, nope, it was a man! A regular man! Well, as regular as one could get in this world. I wouldn't have noticed it though, if it weren't for the whole no-pointy-ears thing and that he didn't gleaming silver-blond hair.
Well, he did have blond hair, but it was darker, more of a dirty blond color. But still blond. And damn, was this dude tall! Gah, he was taller than Haldir, but I bet Haldir could whip his ass any day of the week. Anyway, his blond hair only went to his shoulders, nad he had some really cool deep blue eyes. They were a lot like Haldir's.
"Watch where you're going!" he growled. He completely ignored my hand and got up and dusted himself off. "You need to keep you're eyes open, Elf."
"Hey! I take offense to that! I'm no Elf, stupid. Do you see any points?" I pulled back my short black hair so he could see my ears. "And if you're so smart, then how come you didn't move out of the way or something, hmm?" I shot back. He looked slightly startled at the fact that I was human like he was. Then he got angry.
"Watch your tongue, little girl! Or else i'll kindly remove it from your head." This guy was really asking for it.
"I'll watch mine as soon as you watch where you're going." Never let it be said that Narya, now of the Elves of Lothlorien, took crap from anyone. Even if he was sort of of my own kind.
"You're the one that ran into me!"
"I did not!"
"Liar!"
"Idiot!"
By now we were inches away from each other and I had to lean my head back to be able to look him in the eye. I was getting a crick in my neck too. He gritted his teeth and I swore I could hear them grinding together. Freaky.
"Back down, child." he growled at me.
"Ladies first, pansy." I replied. Another growl. "Or should I say doggie?" He started to growl again, but swallowed it.
"Cai! The Lady has sent for you! You don't want to keep her waiting." an unfamiliar voice called. I looked over my shoulder and saw (gasp!) Legolas. He was motioning to the guy that was giving me such a hard time.
"Alright! I'm on my way." The dude who I now knew was called Cai stepped away from me and picked up a bag that he had evidently dropped when we bumped into each other. Then he was off with a nod towards Haldir's love interest.
"Bastard." I grumbled to myself and started back towards my flet.
I tried to shove my hands into my pockets, but the problem was, I didn't have any! Damn. Note to self: get a tailor to put pockets in my pants. Or leggings, whatever these people called 'em. Gah, so many names for something so simple.
"What happened?"
I nearly tripped over my own feet when I heard him speak from right by me. Nobody should be that quiet when walking. I swear, it should be illegal or somethin'.
"Huh?"
"What happened between you and Cai?" Seeing him up close, I realized that Legolas was a real cute Elf-dude. Too bad he was taken.
"Oh, nuthin'. I just sorta ran into him on accident." I shrugged and kept on walking. "He made a big deal out of nothing. For a minute there I thought we would get into a smackdown or something."
Legolas looked at me and raised a questioning eyebrow. "Smackdown? Haldir told me you used peculier terms." He smiled at me. "Among other things." Okay. NOW he's got my full attention.
"Like what? None of it could have been good." I said wryly.
"Why don't you ask him? If you'll excuse me, I must leave. Farewell, my lady." He bowed and then left. Just like that. I stood there for a second, blinking at the space where he had been.
"Woah. This, is getting just way too weird for me." I mumbled yet again. These Middle-Earth people were really screwing with my head. Almost literally it seemed to me. I'd be amazed if I made it out of this experience alive.
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"Hey Haldir." I swirled around the stuff on my plate that looked like mashed potatoes, but tasted more like corn-beef.
"Yes?" I stole a glance at him. He was utterly relaxed, and staring at a certain Prince of Mirkwood, who was sitting on the other side of our resident royalty.
"What did you tell Legolas about me? I happened to meet him after I ran into this one guy." I asked.
He looked at me for a second after taking a bite out of his meat. "Nothing really." he finally answered. "I told him how you came here and about your lessons. Not much at all." Then how come I had the feeling you were lying through your teeth, Haldir of Lothlorien?
"Really?"
"Really."
I snorted and earned a couple of looks from some nearby Elves. Geez, you'd think they'd never seen a seventeen year old kid before! I think this place need to loosen up just a bit and yank whatever is up their butts out. They all remind me of rich pricks, the way they all look down on me sometimes! It gets really frustrating after a while.
Fortunately, supper ended soon and I left by myself for my flet. I was yet again caught up in my thoughts (for some reason these people made me think alot) and I yet again ran into that same ass.
"What is wrong with you woman?! Do you delight in tormenting me?" he yelled.
"Well EXCUSE ME! Sorry for walking into his highness! Maybe if you looked half decent I would bow before you and kiss your nasty ass boots!" and I stuck my tongue out at him. I know, I know. That was really mature, huh?
"Learn some manners, woman! Or maybe it is a male with a bosom? I have heard tell of them roaming about the Wilds!"
Oh, you just pushed some buttons that were better off left alone. It's on now! I could distinctly remember a horse opera (western, to those who are cultured) where this one dude said, "Them's fightin' words!" Well, I wouldn't say that, but I would say this:
"This means war."
Whenever I thought back to that moment, I never really could remember who struck first. But with my temper, I suppose it could have been me. I should have just scared him off with a little fire-show, but that doesn't hold as much appeal as an old-fashioned fist-fight. It had been a while since I had last fought some dude. And here, I wouldn't get solitary for it either. Though I probably would get some kind of a punishment. I always said rules were meant to be broken.
He swung at my head and I ducked and kicked out at his feet to unbalance him. He did trip up a little, but not nearly enough for me to work with. So I swung at him while he was still getting his balance and hit him right in the jaw. But damn, did that guy have a tough face! I was pretty sure I had bruised my knuckles badly, if not broken them. He retaliated by knocking the wind out of me, and I fell to my knees, gaspng for breath. I was still gasping when I tackled his knees and brought him down to the ground.
The fist-fight turned into a wrestling match as we tumbled around a bit, getting leaves and such stuck in our hair and clothes. I remember hearing somebody shouting something, and then hands trying to separate us.
"Get off! Let me at him, let me at him!" I screamed as I struggled to knock his lights out. Oh yeah, pissed didn't even BEGIN to describe how I felt. No one, and I mean NO ONE got away with calling me names and meaning it.
"Wretch!" he spat. "You'd do well to cut off your claws before I do it for you!"
"WHAT IS GOING ON HERE?!" I would recognize that bellow anywhere. The ruckus we had started immediately stopped as the small crowd parted and (guess who?) Haldir came forward with Legolas only two steps behind him.
No one immediately answered, so Haldir asked an Elf that he must have known. At least I think he asked the Elf, because they were speaking Elvish. I noticed the scowl form as he shot me a dirty look. I glared at the back of his head when he turned away before turning to my opponent.
He was about as beat up as I was. He had a lovely bruise on his jaw where I had first hit him and he was slightly favoring one leg. He had a few leaves in his hair as well as his clothes. And I certainly won't forget the cut just above his right eyebrow.
And then there was me. I also had leaves in my hair and clothes, but they were the least of my worries. My left eye hurt, and I bet it was turning black at the moment. I must have hit him pretty hard because my right hand knuckles were bleeding, along with my nose. I swiped at the blood before tilting my head back and pinching it. Wouldn't do any good to get blood all over the place. They were a bitch to get out of clothes.
I zoned back in and caught the last few sentences of whatever Haldir had been saying. "......and make sure his jaw is tended. Narya, I will escort you back to your flet and have Miriel look at your injuries." Then he said something that sounded suspiciously like an order and gripped my elbow tightly.
We walked back to my place and up the ladder. I could tell he was really mad at me, just by the way he was clenching his jaw and gripping my elbow. My lower arm was starting to go numb becuase he was cutting off some of the blood supply.
Not long after I sat down Miriel came in and started telling me off about getting into fights. She went into my small bathroom and got a washcloth, a small bowl of hot water, and took out some funky leaves from a pouch at her waist.
"You may be young, but even you should know that starting fights isn't a very good idea. Look at yourself! Your eye will be practically useless for the next two days at least, because of the swelling!" She clucked her tongue and started to clean all the blood off my face. "There, now remove your hand so I can have a look at it." I slowly did just that, in casr it hadn't stopped. Lucky for me it had. She told me to wipe off my hands and I did that while she looked at my nose and unexpectedly prodded it.
"Ow! Hey, that's sensitive! Are you trying to make it bleed again?" I brought up my now clean hand to protect my nose from any more unexpected assaults on it.
"It's not broken, but it will be quite sore." She started to soak the dried out leaves she had taken out of her pouch and went back into the bathroom to get something. She came back out with a little ball of linen that she unraveled and set on the table. "Let me see your hand." I held it out for her inspection. She cleaned it, and the bleeding stopped finally. Then se brought it closer to her face and started 'hmmm'ing over it.
"These are some pretty curious scars you have." she mumbled. I would've heard her better if I had had that super-Elf hearing. "You might have more to add to them yet." After another glance at them, she dropped my hand from her grasp and started to soak the linens in that water with the leaves in them. Then she lifted them back out and squeezed all the excess stuff out before starting to wrap it around my knuckles.
"Ah! That's hot!" I got half-way out of my seat before I was pushed back in by Haldir. He glared down at me while keeping his hands on my shoulders. Miriel tied a knot in the linen to keep it on and then turned back to her strange water-leaf combination. She soaked the clean washcloth in it and then squeezed out the excess. Then she rolled it into a ball and handed it to me.
"Keep this on your eye, and it will help keep the swelling down so you can possibly see through it tomorrow. All I can say about your nose is to be careful the next day or so." She cleaned off the table and put everything back in its proper place.
"Thanks Miriel. Night." I called after her as she left. I wish she hadn't because that now left me alone. With Haldir. Who happened to be very pissy.
Pardon my Fench, but, FUCK IT.
"You listen, and you listen well, Narya. No one, and I mean NO ONE get's into fights while i'm the Marchwarden." And so started my lovely little lecture. He camly and very menacingly told me the error of my ways before bellowing at me to get to bed before he personally drugged a glass of water to put me asleep. And then he stomped out of the talan, slamming the door, and left.
"Too bad I don't have a radio. Then I would've heard the storm warning for that and been prepared. Hurricane Haldir has just passed, and i've been left intact. Hallelujah." I sniggered to myself as I set down the washcloth and changed into some PJ's. I put it back on my eye and let it sit there for a few minutes before setting it back down on the table and going to sleep.
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Faulkner: You likee? For those of you who hadn't noticed, Cai (the dude she fought with) was the character that I promised to put in for Hanya. So there it is babe! And the references in the beginning were from The Silmarillion. Since I FINALLY got it from the library.