It had been decided at that camp to make for the Mines of Moria. Gimli seemed pleased with this new plan and proceeded to tell them about the dwarves who had gone there to try mining there again. Kendra listened to his stories about the glories of Moria, which were apparently many. She didn't like the thought of wandering through those mines, not if these orcs, whatever they were, had once made their homes there.
The Fellowship traveled for days, through all sorts of weather. Each day, tempers grew shorter and the fights grew longer. Most of the fights were between Boromir and Aragorn, or Boromir and Gandalf. Boromir kept insisting that they make for Minas Tirith, his home. Both Aragorn and Gandalf kept saying that they were not going that way, that it was too obvious and they would never make it out from that city.
Kendra listened to these arguments, thinking that these men would never settle their differences. Several times she thought that Aragorn and Boromir would come to blows. One time it almost did, except that Legolas and Gimli, who were agreeing for once, stepped in and broke the two apart. Kendra would have stepped in but, ever since Caradhras, she had been ill. Aragorn had been trying to get her to take some herbs that he knew would help with anything but she kept refusing.
They rested in another rocky area just as the sun rose. Kendra walked over to a small rock and sat down, cramps spreading through her body. Tonight had been the worst night for her yet. She knew in another couple of hours she would be fine. This illness lasted for a little while, almost two weeks exactly, and she had made it through it before. She did not tell anyone, especially Aragorn, who thought it was a simple illness, that it was because of something else.
Kendra laid down, stretching out on the rock and drew her coat tight around her. She rolled on her side as another cramp took her body. Thankfully, no alarm would sound for her to leave. She could lie here in misery for the last couple of hours. Unfortunately, that wasn't meant to be.
"Kendra, we have to move somewhere else," Gandalf called to her.
Kendra sat up again, ignoring the pain, and stood to follow. They moved further into the rocky hills and found a large cave. All ten moved in and sat down. Packs were set down and Bill the pony was unpacked and let loose just outside the cave. Aragorn rifled through his pack, all the while watching Kendra, who had doubled over in pain again.
"Miss Kendra, you alright?" Sam asked as he leaned down to get his cooking supplies.
"No, Sam, I am not," she replied.
"Is there anything I can do?"
"No, Sam, there isn't anything. I have to bear this myself."
"Kendra, if you weren't feeling good, you should have told me," Aragorn said, walking over.
He placed a hand on her forehead before kneeling down in front of her.
"You're running a fever. Why did you not say anything?"
"Because I am going to be fine in a couple of hours. There is nothing you could have done to relieve me of this."
"What do you mean? I have herbs that could relieve this fever and stop any cramps."
"Aragorn, I appreciate your worry. But," Kendra stopped as a wave of pain hit her. After it passed, she kept talking, "this is something I have dealt with before. I have had this before."
"If you say so. But, if it does not go away like you say, then I want you to tell me. Okay?"
"Yes, sir."
After that, Aragorn kept a close eye on her. True to her word, several hours after they found the cave, Kendra fell asleep, without pain. Aragorn couldn't understand but he didn't want to press Kendra for answers that she didn't want to give.
The Fellowship traveled for days, through all sorts of weather. Each day, tempers grew shorter and the fights grew longer. Most of the fights were between Boromir and Aragorn, or Boromir and Gandalf. Boromir kept insisting that they make for Minas Tirith, his home. Both Aragorn and Gandalf kept saying that they were not going that way, that it was too obvious and they would never make it out from that city.
Kendra listened to these arguments, thinking that these men would never settle their differences. Several times she thought that Aragorn and Boromir would come to blows. One time it almost did, except that Legolas and Gimli, who were agreeing for once, stepped in and broke the two apart. Kendra would have stepped in but, ever since Caradhras, she had been ill. Aragorn had been trying to get her to take some herbs that he knew would help with anything but she kept refusing.
They rested in another rocky area just as the sun rose. Kendra walked over to a small rock and sat down, cramps spreading through her body. Tonight had been the worst night for her yet. She knew in another couple of hours she would be fine. This illness lasted for a little while, almost two weeks exactly, and she had made it through it before. She did not tell anyone, especially Aragorn, who thought it was a simple illness, that it was because of something else.
Kendra laid down, stretching out on the rock and drew her coat tight around her. She rolled on her side as another cramp took her body. Thankfully, no alarm would sound for her to leave. She could lie here in misery for the last couple of hours. Unfortunately, that wasn't meant to be.
"Kendra, we have to move somewhere else," Gandalf called to her.
Kendra sat up again, ignoring the pain, and stood to follow. They moved further into the rocky hills and found a large cave. All ten moved in and sat down. Packs were set down and Bill the pony was unpacked and let loose just outside the cave. Aragorn rifled through his pack, all the while watching Kendra, who had doubled over in pain again.
"Miss Kendra, you alright?" Sam asked as he leaned down to get his cooking supplies.
"No, Sam, I am not," she replied.
"Is there anything I can do?"
"No, Sam, there isn't anything. I have to bear this myself."
"Kendra, if you weren't feeling good, you should have told me," Aragorn said, walking over.
He placed a hand on her forehead before kneeling down in front of her.
"You're running a fever. Why did you not say anything?"
"Because I am going to be fine in a couple of hours. There is nothing you could have done to relieve me of this."
"What do you mean? I have herbs that could relieve this fever and stop any cramps."
"Aragorn, I appreciate your worry. But," Kendra stopped as a wave of pain hit her. After it passed, she kept talking, "this is something I have dealt with before. I have had this before."
"If you say so. But, if it does not go away like you say, then I want you to tell me. Okay?"
"Yes, sir."
After that, Aragorn kept a close eye on her. True to her word, several hours after they found the cave, Kendra fell asleep, without pain. Aragorn couldn't understand but he didn't want to press Kendra for answers that she didn't want to give.