Chapter Thirty-two: worry
Disc: La la.
A/N: I'm so sorry I haven't updated! I've been incredibly busy but now I'm on spring break so I'll be writing and updating more! And I only ask one thing in return, that I get 5 reviews for this chapter. And please, don't just review five times in a row. I actually want five people to review for this chapter and I'll know to continue. If not.well I might actually give it up this time. Sorry.
The light of the fire illuminated the worry on the men's faces. Holly had not eaten and was resting at the moment, and Tricia had not spoken since Holly's breakdown. The horses were gone. The white wizard had visited them and the men had immediately jumped in front of the girls. He had disappeared and the horses had done the same.
Boromir sighed and broke a twig that he had found in two. He was worried greatly about Holly. She had not eaten and he had noticed that her normally rosy cheeks had lost their color. Her suffering showed in her movements, her eyes, and even in the short, almost silent breaths of air she inhaled. It went beyond the pain of Rachel's death. Guilt had filled her puppy like eyes when she realized her friend's fate and he knew why. He had figured it out that his tale should have ended at Amon Hen.Holly had known.they all had known. She saved his life and was willing to give her life for his. He now wished to know her better. To become her friend and do what he could to ease her pain, in place of his life.Rachel's had been taken. Holly had never wanted that and neither had he. If he could go back. he would have died.
There was something more to tell in Holly's pain than just the death of her friend. He knew that look. She was greatly missing someone she loved. Aragorn looked into the dancing flames in deep thought. The joyful innocence had left her eyes and realization and loneliness had replaced it. If Merry were there he would make her laugh.Merry. Aragorn suddenly knew the source of her sadness. She loved the Hobbit and wished that he were there at the moment to comfort her. To ease the pain and guilt of her friend's passing.
"Holly you've got to eat. You know you're going to need your strength." Tricia said to her friend. Holly just turned away and stared into the darkness. "Fine! Starve!" Tricia snapped as she turned away and sat facing the fire. She knew that Holly hadn't eaten in days.and she had probably refused food from Eomer. If she didn't eat she was going to die. Did Holly even care that she was suffering as well? That she wanted to go back in time and never get on the plane. All she wanted was to be home again, in her warm bed with her cat sleeping on the edge of the bed. To have her friends safe in their own homes as well. Rachel.was gone.
All this pain.it was if it never stopped. First Gandalf, and now Rachel. So young.they were all so young. Tricia was trying her best, but he could see the pain and sadness there, the utter regret of some unknown decision. Legolas turned his tired and sad gaze towards Holly. She needed to eat. Her strength was failing and so was her heart. He could almost hear the way it strained not to break with every beat. She had said that it was supposed to be her life instead of Rachel's. Why? What did she know that would lead her to believe that anyone's life should be taken? Had she known about Gandalf? What else did she know? Why would they not tell them.no, he knew why. If they knew of one's fate and changed it then they would be putting their world as well as Middle Earth in harm's way. Boromir had said that Holly had been injured after saving his life and protecting the Hobbits. Boromir.was his life supposed to be over by now? His tale told? Then perhaps Holly did have reason to grieve her friend's death beyond any other's grieving. She believed that her life was supposed to have been taken in place of Boromir's. What about Tricia's pain? Did Holly even think about what Tricia might be feeling? He knew that the girl was too fragile to loose both her friends and be left alone in a strange world. Yes, he believed them when they said that they were from another world. They were so much more confident and demanding of respect than the women of Middle Earth. If only they would open up more. He wanted to learn more about their world, and maybe see it someday. Legolas wondered if Tricia would show him. He felt somewhat closer to her than the others. At the moment he wished to comfort her as she had done so after Gandalf's passing. Yet, he did not know how to express those feelings, to give words of comfort to another person. She needed them though, her eyes showed all. The needing and wanting of something that was impossible to have, her home, her life back. Legolas sighed through his nose (sorry but sighs through mouths are a little too obvious that something's wrong) and looked towards the sky.
"No.no.why? Why her? She had so much to live for. Why did it have to be her?" Holly thought as she stared into the darkness. Her stomach growled and she could feel the groups' eyes turn to her with worried looks. She could almost see Boromir, Aragorn, and Legolas exchange concerned glances. She wanted Merry there at that moment. To hold her while she cried. To feel his arms hold her tight and hear him whisper soothing words into her ear. She wished that she had gone with him to the Ent haven. She would have delayed her knowledge of Rachel's death and would have been happy for a while longer. She needed him, and knew that every ounce of happiness she could possibly have left would not be expressed until she was with him again.
Gimli was asleep. (A/N: Sorry, but Legolas's was so long that I really think he said it all.)
Disc: La la.
A/N: I'm so sorry I haven't updated! I've been incredibly busy but now I'm on spring break so I'll be writing and updating more! And I only ask one thing in return, that I get 5 reviews for this chapter. And please, don't just review five times in a row. I actually want five people to review for this chapter and I'll know to continue. If not.well I might actually give it up this time. Sorry.
The light of the fire illuminated the worry on the men's faces. Holly had not eaten and was resting at the moment, and Tricia had not spoken since Holly's breakdown. The horses were gone. The white wizard had visited them and the men had immediately jumped in front of the girls. He had disappeared and the horses had done the same.
Boromir sighed and broke a twig that he had found in two. He was worried greatly about Holly. She had not eaten and he had noticed that her normally rosy cheeks had lost their color. Her suffering showed in her movements, her eyes, and even in the short, almost silent breaths of air she inhaled. It went beyond the pain of Rachel's death. Guilt had filled her puppy like eyes when she realized her friend's fate and he knew why. He had figured it out that his tale should have ended at Amon Hen.Holly had known.they all had known. She saved his life and was willing to give her life for his. He now wished to know her better. To become her friend and do what he could to ease her pain, in place of his life.Rachel's had been taken. Holly had never wanted that and neither had he. If he could go back. he would have died.
There was something more to tell in Holly's pain than just the death of her friend. He knew that look. She was greatly missing someone she loved. Aragorn looked into the dancing flames in deep thought. The joyful innocence had left her eyes and realization and loneliness had replaced it. If Merry were there he would make her laugh.Merry. Aragorn suddenly knew the source of her sadness. She loved the Hobbit and wished that he were there at the moment to comfort her. To ease the pain and guilt of her friend's passing.
"Holly you've got to eat. You know you're going to need your strength." Tricia said to her friend. Holly just turned away and stared into the darkness. "Fine! Starve!" Tricia snapped as she turned away and sat facing the fire. She knew that Holly hadn't eaten in days.and she had probably refused food from Eomer. If she didn't eat she was going to die. Did Holly even care that she was suffering as well? That she wanted to go back in time and never get on the plane. All she wanted was to be home again, in her warm bed with her cat sleeping on the edge of the bed. To have her friends safe in their own homes as well. Rachel.was gone.
All this pain.it was if it never stopped. First Gandalf, and now Rachel. So young.they were all so young. Tricia was trying her best, but he could see the pain and sadness there, the utter regret of some unknown decision. Legolas turned his tired and sad gaze towards Holly. She needed to eat. Her strength was failing and so was her heart. He could almost hear the way it strained not to break with every beat. She had said that it was supposed to be her life instead of Rachel's. Why? What did she know that would lead her to believe that anyone's life should be taken? Had she known about Gandalf? What else did she know? Why would they not tell them.no, he knew why. If they knew of one's fate and changed it then they would be putting their world as well as Middle Earth in harm's way. Boromir had said that Holly had been injured after saving his life and protecting the Hobbits. Boromir.was his life supposed to be over by now? His tale told? Then perhaps Holly did have reason to grieve her friend's death beyond any other's grieving. She believed that her life was supposed to have been taken in place of Boromir's. What about Tricia's pain? Did Holly even think about what Tricia might be feeling? He knew that the girl was too fragile to loose both her friends and be left alone in a strange world. Yes, he believed them when they said that they were from another world. They were so much more confident and demanding of respect than the women of Middle Earth. If only they would open up more. He wanted to learn more about their world, and maybe see it someday. Legolas wondered if Tricia would show him. He felt somewhat closer to her than the others. At the moment he wished to comfort her as she had done so after Gandalf's passing. Yet, he did not know how to express those feelings, to give words of comfort to another person. She needed them though, her eyes showed all. The needing and wanting of something that was impossible to have, her home, her life back. Legolas sighed through his nose (sorry but sighs through mouths are a little too obvious that something's wrong) and looked towards the sky.
"No.no.why? Why her? She had so much to live for. Why did it have to be her?" Holly thought as she stared into the darkness. Her stomach growled and she could feel the groups' eyes turn to her with worried looks. She could almost see Boromir, Aragorn, and Legolas exchange concerned glances. She wanted Merry there at that moment. To hold her while she cried. To feel his arms hold her tight and hear him whisper soothing words into her ear. She wished that she had gone with him to the Ent haven. She would have delayed her knowledge of Rachel's death and would have been happy for a while longer. She needed him, and knew that every ounce of happiness she could possibly have left would not be expressed until she was with him again.
Gimli was asleep. (A/N: Sorry, but Legolas's was so long that I really think he said it all.)