Chapter fifty nine: last sort of happy chapter
Disc: Be my savior..and I'll be your downfall.
A/N: Hey! Sorry I haven't updated in a bit, but I've been addicted to Final Fantast X2 and the Sims for the past few days. But I'm making it up to all of you with a long chapter and the answer to who dies! Well, it had to come sometime. I juggled a few ideas with how to do this chapter in my mind, but this is what came out, so sorry if it sucks. Aheheheh, thank Matchbox Twenty's new CD for the constant changing of emotions in this chapter. Enjoy!
Tricia and Rachel smiled to each other when Holly finally walked into the great hall where the men were having some pre battle fun. The girls had assumed that this was to brighten their spirits so that they would be better prepared for battle. Sort of like a pep rally before a big football game at school, or at least along those lines.
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Merry leapt to his feet and walked to Holly. He had missed her for most of the day, she had wandered off on her own and he had been kept at the castle to talk with the other men. The hobbit wondered if her desire to be alone had anything to do with Théoden's passing. They had both formed a bond with the King, but losses seemed to hit harder with the girls. The battle had been nothing more than a blur, at least until the Witch King had appeared, everything slowed to almost a stop then. He had stabbed the creature after it had momentarily injured Eowyn and then was thrown back. As it had approached Merry closed hid eyes awaiting death, but instead he heard a horrible screech. When the hobbit opened his eyes he had seen the Witch King doubled over in pain. Then Eowyn had finished it off. Though neither of them knew what had caused the enemy's momentary torture. Now he was with his love again, he was planning to stay with her tonight. The quest was almost over.at least for them. It was no small secret that they were horribly outnumbered for tomorrow's battle. They just needed to give Frodo a chance to get to the mountain safely. Even if it meant that they had to sacrifice themselves. Merry looked at Holly as they sat together in a corner of the room and wondered if there were anyway that he could convince her not to fight. The boy wrapped his arms around her and let Holly's head rest peacefully on his shoulder. They looked out at the crowd of people wondering how many were to return after the final battle.
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Pippin took another drink of ale and then watched as Rachel did the same. She was teaching him how to play some sort of game where whoever could drink the most without passing out or throwing up first. Of course the Hobbit felt that he had an obvious advantage over the girl. He was now on his sixth mug and just beginning to feel the effects of the spirits. The hobbit smiled as he thought warmly of their earlier reunion. She had rode into the city looking shell-shocked and rather beaten up from battle. After a few bandages she was good as new and they had used it to their advantage. Hiding in the garden the two had cuddled while talking about the Shire and Earth. Pippin was vastly curious about Rachel's world and all the wonders it held. He thought that after the quest he would be ready to go home, but now he wished to see this other world. Maybe someday Rachel would take him, and then they could always be together.
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Tricia looked at her friends and smiled sadly, they looked so happy. She stood and walked out to the balcony to look at the stars. The sky always helped clam her and somehow forget her problems. Right now though, she just needed to escape from the loneliness and pain she felt in her heart. Ever since Harding she couldn't shake this horrible pain inside of her. The girl knew that she had done it for the right reasons, but a part of her was afraid at the fact that she was sort of.glad.
His heart beat faster as he approached her. They had barely spoken since the night of Harding's death. Tricia had looked so pensive after that night that it made Legolas incredibly dejected.
"Lady Tricia, may I join you?"
She turned and seemed to brighten at the elf's presence. This encouraged him to step closer to her.
"Sure. It's a nice night." Anything to try and strike up a conversation, she was dreading a silence between them.
"It is. You seem sad my lady," He turned and looked at her. "Is there anything that I can do for you?"
There were a million things the Tricia wished she could say to him, but her courage failed her as she looked the beautiful creature before her in the eyes. She could never be anything to him.
"I just.I just can't!? The tears welled up in her eyes as she ran from the balcony and then out of the great hall. Tricia just couldn't face him, and she couldn't look at him knowing that her feelings could never be returned.
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Boromir smiled at his young friends and their youthful pleasures. Merry was whispering into Holly's ear as she smiled mischievously, and yet the man noticed how tired she looked. Almost as if she had aged many years in only a few short hours.
Rachel and Pippin were enjoying yet another round of drinks. Boromir feared that they would be horribly unprepared for the battle and mentioned something to Aragorn.
The day had been anything but comforting to Boromir. He had learned that rumors of his death had sent his father into a downward mental spiral that, after his brother received critical wounds in battle, caused Denethor to snap. His father was now, which had brought an unexpected relief. Faramir was on the mend and seemed particularly comfortable in the care of Eowyn. Now, even if Boromir was to be killed in battle, there may be some hope yet for their bloodline.
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Rachel sighed happily then hiccupped as she and Pippin lay in her bed under the warm sheets. The hobbit was in a drunken sleep that was both adorable and hilarious to the girl. She only wished that this night could last forever, so that she could always be with Pip. The thought that they may part tomorrow was enough to make tears spring to her eyes. Morning would come too soon for her.
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Tricia sat in her room crying into her pillow. Feeling so lonely that she almost did want to go home and leave all of this behind her. There was just so much pain here, she couldn't take it.
The door opened and Legolas entered looking deeply troubled.
"Forgive me my Lady, but I wish to know the cause of your distress and if there might be anything.anything that I can do to help you." The elf bravely approached her bed and sat down next to her. Tricia stared at him then looked down at the covers to avoid his eyes.
"Tricia." she gasped as he wrapped his arms around her and rubbed her back. "Please forgive me. I have not meant to cause you such grief, and I am truly grateful to you for saving my life. I would do anything for you."
"Would you, keep me company? Just for a little while?"
"I will stay as long as you desire it, my lady." Legolas said as he released the girl from his embrace and took her hands in his. Tricia looked up at him and smiled her first real smile in what seemed an eternity.
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Holly let another tear run down her cheek before slowly getting out of the bed and getting dressed. The girl held back a sob as she kissed a sleeping Merry softly on the lips and exited her room to the overlook of the castle.
The white tree was starting to bud now that Aragorn was in the castle, and its white bark looked healthier than ever. It looked so beautiful in the light of the first faint colors of morning.
She stood and looked out at the mountains that lead to Mordor. She hung her head momentarily as the knowledge of her own end hit her. She would not be able to fight in the final battle, and she would not know if her world was to be saved along with Middle Earth. Holly had gone to an elderly nurse the day before and had the wound in her side stitched, the woman had said that it would do no good; the wound was internal and was surely fatal. "I know.I just need to hide it for a little while." The girl had said sadly. Now she could feel the blood begin to flow out again as she fell to her knees. The sun was just beginning to come up over the horizon as Holly's eyes closed and she fell completely to the ground.
Gimli stepped out into the morning light and took a deep breath. This was to be a memorable day, if he lived. The dwarf was about to go back in and wake the others when something caught his eye. There was someone on their knees at the edge of the castle's overlook. He let out a cry of horror as he realized who it was, and watched them fall to the ground with a small pool of blood forming under her.
A/N: Yes, it's Holly. Rachel and Tricia get to live and Holly dies.sorry. Maybe if you keep reading you'll see the significance of the chapters "Dreams of all sorts" and "Prophecy". So you might want to go refresh your memories.AH CRAP! I just realized who I left out of this chapter! Aragorn and Gandalf! Grrrrr.well actually Aragorn was mentioned briefly. Oh well. Next time I guess.
Disc: Be my savior..and I'll be your downfall.
A/N: Hey! Sorry I haven't updated in a bit, but I've been addicted to Final Fantast X2 and the Sims for the past few days. But I'm making it up to all of you with a long chapter and the answer to who dies! Well, it had to come sometime. I juggled a few ideas with how to do this chapter in my mind, but this is what came out, so sorry if it sucks. Aheheheh, thank Matchbox Twenty's new CD for the constant changing of emotions in this chapter. Enjoy!
Tricia and Rachel smiled to each other when Holly finally walked into the great hall where the men were having some pre battle fun. The girls had assumed that this was to brighten their spirits so that they would be better prepared for battle. Sort of like a pep rally before a big football game at school, or at least along those lines.
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Merry leapt to his feet and walked to Holly. He had missed her for most of the day, she had wandered off on her own and he had been kept at the castle to talk with the other men. The hobbit wondered if her desire to be alone had anything to do with Théoden's passing. They had both formed a bond with the King, but losses seemed to hit harder with the girls. The battle had been nothing more than a blur, at least until the Witch King had appeared, everything slowed to almost a stop then. He had stabbed the creature after it had momentarily injured Eowyn and then was thrown back. As it had approached Merry closed hid eyes awaiting death, but instead he heard a horrible screech. When the hobbit opened his eyes he had seen the Witch King doubled over in pain. Then Eowyn had finished it off. Though neither of them knew what had caused the enemy's momentary torture. Now he was with his love again, he was planning to stay with her tonight. The quest was almost over.at least for them. It was no small secret that they were horribly outnumbered for tomorrow's battle. They just needed to give Frodo a chance to get to the mountain safely. Even if it meant that they had to sacrifice themselves. Merry looked at Holly as they sat together in a corner of the room and wondered if there were anyway that he could convince her not to fight. The boy wrapped his arms around her and let Holly's head rest peacefully on his shoulder. They looked out at the crowd of people wondering how many were to return after the final battle.
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Pippin took another drink of ale and then watched as Rachel did the same. She was teaching him how to play some sort of game where whoever could drink the most without passing out or throwing up first. Of course the Hobbit felt that he had an obvious advantage over the girl. He was now on his sixth mug and just beginning to feel the effects of the spirits. The hobbit smiled as he thought warmly of their earlier reunion. She had rode into the city looking shell-shocked and rather beaten up from battle. After a few bandages she was good as new and they had used it to their advantage. Hiding in the garden the two had cuddled while talking about the Shire and Earth. Pippin was vastly curious about Rachel's world and all the wonders it held. He thought that after the quest he would be ready to go home, but now he wished to see this other world. Maybe someday Rachel would take him, and then they could always be together.
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Tricia looked at her friends and smiled sadly, they looked so happy. She stood and walked out to the balcony to look at the stars. The sky always helped clam her and somehow forget her problems. Right now though, she just needed to escape from the loneliness and pain she felt in her heart. Ever since Harding she couldn't shake this horrible pain inside of her. The girl knew that she had done it for the right reasons, but a part of her was afraid at the fact that she was sort of.glad.
His heart beat faster as he approached her. They had barely spoken since the night of Harding's death. Tricia had looked so pensive after that night that it made Legolas incredibly dejected.
"Lady Tricia, may I join you?"
She turned and seemed to brighten at the elf's presence. This encouraged him to step closer to her.
"Sure. It's a nice night." Anything to try and strike up a conversation, she was dreading a silence between them.
"It is. You seem sad my lady," He turned and looked at her. "Is there anything that I can do for you?"
There were a million things the Tricia wished she could say to him, but her courage failed her as she looked the beautiful creature before her in the eyes. She could never be anything to him.
"I just.I just can't!? The tears welled up in her eyes as she ran from the balcony and then out of the great hall. Tricia just couldn't face him, and she couldn't look at him knowing that her feelings could never be returned.
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Boromir smiled at his young friends and their youthful pleasures. Merry was whispering into Holly's ear as she smiled mischievously, and yet the man noticed how tired she looked. Almost as if she had aged many years in only a few short hours.
Rachel and Pippin were enjoying yet another round of drinks. Boromir feared that they would be horribly unprepared for the battle and mentioned something to Aragorn.
The day had been anything but comforting to Boromir. He had learned that rumors of his death had sent his father into a downward mental spiral that, after his brother received critical wounds in battle, caused Denethor to snap. His father was now, which had brought an unexpected relief. Faramir was on the mend and seemed particularly comfortable in the care of Eowyn. Now, even if Boromir was to be killed in battle, there may be some hope yet for their bloodline.
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Rachel sighed happily then hiccupped as she and Pippin lay in her bed under the warm sheets. The hobbit was in a drunken sleep that was both adorable and hilarious to the girl. She only wished that this night could last forever, so that she could always be with Pip. The thought that they may part tomorrow was enough to make tears spring to her eyes. Morning would come too soon for her.
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Tricia sat in her room crying into her pillow. Feeling so lonely that she almost did want to go home and leave all of this behind her. There was just so much pain here, she couldn't take it.
The door opened and Legolas entered looking deeply troubled.
"Forgive me my Lady, but I wish to know the cause of your distress and if there might be anything.anything that I can do to help you." The elf bravely approached her bed and sat down next to her. Tricia stared at him then looked down at the covers to avoid his eyes.
"Tricia." she gasped as he wrapped his arms around her and rubbed her back. "Please forgive me. I have not meant to cause you such grief, and I am truly grateful to you for saving my life. I would do anything for you."
"Would you, keep me company? Just for a little while?"
"I will stay as long as you desire it, my lady." Legolas said as he released the girl from his embrace and took her hands in his. Tricia looked up at him and smiled her first real smile in what seemed an eternity.
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Holly let another tear run down her cheek before slowly getting out of the bed and getting dressed. The girl held back a sob as she kissed a sleeping Merry softly on the lips and exited her room to the overlook of the castle.
The white tree was starting to bud now that Aragorn was in the castle, and its white bark looked healthier than ever. It looked so beautiful in the light of the first faint colors of morning.
She stood and looked out at the mountains that lead to Mordor. She hung her head momentarily as the knowledge of her own end hit her. She would not be able to fight in the final battle, and she would not know if her world was to be saved along with Middle Earth. Holly had gone to an elderly nurse the day before and had the wound in her side stitched, the woman had said that it would do no good; the wound was internal and was surely fatal. "I know.I just need to hide it for a little while." The girl had said sadly. Now she could feel the blood begin to flow out again as she fell to her knees. The sun was just beginning to come up over the horizon as Holly's eyes closed and she fell completely to the ground.
Gimli stepped out into the morning light and took a deep breath. This was to be a memorable day, if he lived. The dwarf was about to go back in and wake the others when something caught his eye. There was someone on their knees at the edge of the castle's overlook. He let out a cry of horror as he realized who it was, and watched them fall to the ground with a small pool of blood forming under her.
A/N: Yes, it's Holly. Rachel and Tricia get to live and Holly dies.sorry. Maybe if you keep reading you'll see the significance of the chapters "Dreams of all sorts" and "Prophecy". So you might want to go refresh your memories.AH CRAP! I just realized who I left out of this chapter! Aragorn and Gandalf! Grrrrr.well actually Aragorn was mentioned briefly. Oh well. Next time I guess.