[Nina, I live in Texas too, but I referring to this winter because it was a little bit warmer than usual. Hee hee. Sorry that I haven't been on this week guys but I was sick. I'm back now though. Enjoy!]
Heather POV
I was so sick...I had never been so sick before in my life. So I decided it was time to go see someone about it, so I went straight to the Lady Galadriel.
Elvish medicine sort of resembles modern human medicine. The poke, prod, and ask a bunch of questions. However there is one thing that Elvish medicine does, that modern medicine does not...what Galadriel told me made my blood boil and my heart leap into my throat with fear...but what she showed me is how I got so sick in the first place.
Apparently Haldir the smooth Marchwarden who never makes a mistake has made a huge mistake, and I'm going to kill him.
Would you like to know what is wrong with me?
I'm not sick at all, I don't have the flu and I'm not turning bipolar.
I'm pregnant.
Yeah that's right pregnant, with his child.
Would you like to know what Galadriel showed me?
She restored the memory that was lost in my drunkenness. I had foolishly thought that Haldir did not touch me that night, I was wrong. And I had my memory of that night. No, he didn't take me forcefully, apparently miruvor is a beverage that makes you lust, I had as much as a hand in this problem as Haldir. So why am I going to kill him? Because he didn't tell me anything! And now my dream of being 30 and married when I become pregnant is lost.
I was very polite with the Lady, but murder was flowing through my veins. As soon as I left her, I went in search of that jerk.
And I found him, joking and laughing it up with his stupid brothers.
I fixed a smile on my face, carefully schooling my features so as to not betray my true feelings. And I walked right over there and sighed dreamily...oh how I wanted to tear his throat out...no, not his throat, his other special place. No, Heather, not yet.
"Good afternoon," I said chirpily.
The three smiled easily at me greeting me in return.
"I have some big news!" I said, resisting the urge to rip out that shiny silver hair and gouge out those steely gray eyes.
"What is it, mellon nin?" Orophin asked, and the three were obviously excited.
I let my face retain it's false happiness for a second longer, "Haldir is going to be a father very soon," and with that I let my act drop and pounced on Haldir like a cat on a mouse, screaming things like, "I'm going to kill him!" etc.
And it was another few moments until I was pried off of Haldir, by six other Elves.
Lizzie POV
Legolas led me to the city again so I could see Heather. We found her fighting with Haldir. I ran to her and with the help of Legolas, Orophin, Rumil and two others, we pried her off of him. She growled and lunged to get at him again.
"Heather, cool it." I carefully avoided Orophin and inspected Haldir's injuries. "Well, you don't look too bad, Haldir. You'll live." I turned back to Heather. "Now, what did he do to make you act like this?"
"That weasel got me pregnant!" My jaw dropped, as did Legolas's. I turned back to Haldir.
"Nah, I take it back. You won't live." I slapped his head from behind. "Because after Heather kills you, I'll kill you too." I turned back to Heather. "Speaking of which, Legolas and I are getting married tomorrow. Everyone is invited, except anyone who would get my best friend pregnant." I glared at Haldir but noticed Heather gulping and walking forward.
"It's not entirely his fault."
"Heather, what do you mean?"
[Yah, I sound like a big meanie but I don't believe in pre-marital sex so I'm really strict about it.]