OK, I understand the concept of moral support, I really do. But I can only stand so much of being completely and utterly USELESS. I'm certainly not accomplishing anything, and I would even go so far as to say that Merry and Eowyn don't even know I'm here.
Of course, neither does Boromir. He's fixated entirely on hs brother. I think part of it might actually be guilt, 'cause Faramir followed him where he wouldn't follow their father.
Of course, see, that's what happens when your father's a raging LUNATIC.
"My grandmother often told me that the hands of the King were the hands of a Healer, because of their Elvish blood. 'Tis truly a pity, then, that the line of Kings was broken so long ago."
God, I wish they would stop babbling.
...
Wait, wait. Hold the phone.
I spin around and grab the woman's arm. She stares at me with these huge eyes, like she's afraid I'm going to jump up and bite her. Honestly, in her defense, I'm pretty sure I don't look that swell. There's still orc blood in my hair, and I'm pretty sure this is the same woman who's head I nearly removed when she commented that I was a bit heavily armed for the Halls of Healing.
OK, so maybe four daggers and a sword is a little much, but the paranoia has seriously set in.
"What did you say?" I demand.
She tries to pull her arm away. "That the line of Kings is broken, and--"
"No," I say harshly. "Before that."
"'THe hands of the King are the hands of a Healer," she repeats, gaping at me like I've suddenly sprouted a second head.
Of course, that might be because of the hysterical laughter.
Boromir is staring at me, looking irritated, like this isn't the time for laughter. And it isnt't, but it's been far too long since I laughed. It feels damn good, let me tell you.
I grin at him quickly. "I'll be back."
And then I'm out the door.
I run full tilt into Brioc at the bottom of the stairs. In a sincere attempt NOT to knock him down and kill him, I back up. And, naturally, being the graceful creature I am, I fall and seriously attempt to crack my head open.
Ouch.
But, fortunately, Legolas is here to help me up. Of course, he couldn't have been really helpful, and, like, caught me before I concussed myself on the nice hard MARBLE FLOOR.
My favorite Elven studmuffin kneels down next to me and starts feeling through my hair for stuff like bumps and skull fractures. I push his hands away and try to sit up. He frowns at me. "I need to make sure that you are not too badly hurt," he snaps.
"Then you should've caught me. Ow."
"Not even an Elf is that fast," he says drily. "I was just outside the door when you fell." He leans forward and continues to check my head.
Oh, well, that's nice. Why isn't he with Aragorn? Where is Aragorn?
"Outside the walls, with the sons of Elrond," Legolas says absently.
I jump and swear when his fingers touch the bump on the back of my head."Ouch, dammit." I push his hands away and manage to stagger to my feet. Should I be worried that the room is spinning? Or that I feel like I'm falling?
Well, definitely about the last thing, since the only thing currently keeping me upright is the fact that Legolas cuaght me. One out of two isn't bad, right?
Brioc takes a step forward, as if to take my other arm, but Legoals gives him a nasty look and he smiles uncomfortably. I turn and look at Legolas. "What is UP with you?"
The Elf frowns at me for a moment, then shakes his head, like he doesn't even want to know what the hell I'm talking about. Which is a serious possibility. "Why do you seek Aragorn?"
Huh? Oh. Oh! That! I turn back to Brioc, ignoring the fact that he keeps shooting Legolas worried glances. "Have you ever heard that the Hands of a King are the hands of a Healer?"
Brioc frowns, finally looking at me. Well, huzzah, I finally got his attention. "Yes, but milady, that's just a legend."
Legolas is staring at me, eyes narrowed, like he knows what I'm thinking. And, hey, what the hell, maybe he does. "Nay," he says slowly, "it is not merely a legend. The Kings of Gondor have long been Healers, since the time of Elros."
"Elrond's twin brother," I mutter. Y'know, that actually makes a lot of sense, considering that Elrond is the big Healer guy, right?
Legolas nods in agreement, still watching me. "Do you think he can do it?"
I nod, and laugh suddenly, throwing my arms around his. "They're gonna be okay!"
I push away, suddenly not dizzy anymore. "Where is his Reluctant Highness?"
Brioc clears his throat nervously. "Well, we could escort you, my Lady..."
Oh, God, what's wrong now? "But..."
"Lord Denethor's gone quite mad, and we have to go through that room to get to the gates," Brioc explains. "He's ranting about how his sons are dead and his line is ending."
Ooookay. Last time I looked, Boromir wasn't even injured. And I don't think Aragorn's in the habit of having potential rivals murdered. He just doesn't seem like the type.
I look at Legolas and he shrugs. "I would rather not go back in there. Lord Denethor is not particularly fond of Elves."
Brioc makes a rude noise."Lord Denethor's not particularly fond of anyone."
I shake my head and make for the door. "We don't have time for this. Faramir, EOwyn, and Merry don't have time for this."
"Stop her!" Brioc hisses.
"Me?" Legolas answers. "Surely you jest."
In retrospect, maybe this wasn't the brightest idea. After all, the dude is insane.
Gandalf is talking fast, Pippin is yelling that Faramir isn't dead yet. Denethor is ranting that he won't be usurped by some ragged Ranger of the North.
I've been in here thirty seconds and I'm already tired of it. "Gandalf! Hit him with your stick!"
"It's a staff!" his Whiteyness yells back.
"Staff, stick, whatever! Thwack him with it!"
"I really don't think --" Brioc starts, but then Denethor runs by, shreiking that everyone abandon their posts and flee for their lives. "On second thought, maybe he should hit him."
"The harder, the better," Legolas agrees.
"Why is he doing this NOW? The battles over!" Pippin cries, looking exasperated. I shake my head and go for the far door. "Where did you say Aragorn was again?"
TBC..
FINALLY!
Sorry 'bout this, y'all. LIfe has sucked serious ass. I just moved, I'm working two jobs, and...yeah. My car's broken down TWICE. It's uncool, but I've finally got two hours a day set aside for writing. It's goin' good, no?
Mew -- It's here, it's here. Very sorry, and thank you for your kind words.
GreyLadyBast -- Once more, my sincerest apologies. Life sucks. Thank you for your patience.
LegosGrl -- Thank you so much for your understanding, and you hugely rock. I only have a couple of hours a WEEK to write, so, thanks. Here's your chapter!
Kat Hawkins -- Here it is! I'm sorry about the wait! Thanks!
immortalwizardpirateelf-fan -- Once more, thanks for the patience. It's been kinda tough. Yeah, I like her to. Thanks!
Red Queen Kai -- Really? Kailee? My friend Dawna, her daughter's name is Kailee. I LOVE that name, LOVE it. Thanks!
aBarHeiress -- Yes, jthat brings the total up to five votes for Elladan and Elrohir. Don't worry, they're in the next chap. Thanks! I'm glad you liked it! (And thanks to your friend, too.)
insanityismyfriend -- Here it is! Thanks again!
Nienna Laronde -- I'm glad it makes you laugh, and I'll try! Thank you so much.
The Whisperer -- In all honesty, no, Brioc is not a Gondorian name. At least, I don't think so. It's actually Celtic in origin.shrugs But I liked it, so here it is. And the legs thing...Remember the Walkers? On Hoth? Yeah, that was my friend Tiff, screaming at Eowyn on the TV as I'm trying to write, yelling "Go for the legs! Use the Force, dammit!" As for Elladan and Elrohir, it was dark, and they hadn't seen her in about eight months, remember. That and their sister is dying. So we'll cut them a little slack, no? Maybe they just didn't wanna be rude. I don't know. But thank you so much for the useful critiques! I love it! Thanks you so much!
Mummy! -- They ARE, aren't they? Heh. Thank you. PS -- As for Fvor, well, she was rude, and that's my hugest pet peeve in like the whole wide world. Honestly, I highly doubt she's like that in real life, people usually aren't. And she's your friend, so the defense their is awesome. Thanks!
chelsea -- Yes, yes I will. Sorry about the wait! Thanks! PS what does j'adore ce mean?
Dew-Shan of Egypt -- grovels I'm so sorry! Please don't take my head! I like it where it is! Sorry about the wait. RL, you know. I will work as fast as I can, though, I promise! Thank you!
LIsa (aka Stalker Chick) -- Thank you so, so much. Fortunately for me, i know longer have school to worry about. Happy dance! Thanks again!
Bloody Vixen -- I know, I know. Sorry. But that's just how she wants to talk. And don't worry, I hope there's more! Thanks!
babies-ate-my-dingoe -- Thanks!
Iariel -- Thank you, so much. Actually, I'm pretty sure it's Legolas at this point. I don't know if they'll end up together, but I DO know she's in love with you. And Iariel is fine, since 'Brioc' isn't technically Gondorian either.
Girl Tree -- Like the shoulder twitch, do we? And, ladies and gentlemen, I had to go get the Fellowship members out of her room before I could write anymore! Thanks you! And NOTHING is better than bubble wrap.
Sylvia Virdian -- God, don't we all. The boat was awesome, wasn't it? That was one ugly orc. And yes, you are babbling, but it's forgiveable. Thanks again!
Iremray -- Thank you! You are the first person to think it was tasteful and not accuse me of being a profanity junkie. As for the story, go for it. We could use some decent flippin' fics out there. Thanks!
Twilight -- Here it is! I hope it was worth the wait! Thanks!
Yuhi -- I don't know how close it is to being finished. Hard to tell. Thanks!
Rede -- Huh?
Catherine Maria -- Captain General. I'll remember that. And yes, Boromir-fangirl, I rolled my eyes. Boromir needs a wife, I think. Send me a Gondorian name, girl.
poolbum -- Thank you. As for the Star Wars, see above response to The Whisperer. You're not the first person to express the fact that you don't understand, but that's okay. It's one thing I'm used to.
Crecy -- Thank you!
Arsinoe Selene --...Thank you. I think.
True Maven -- Don't worry about Aragorn/Arwen, it'll get here. So will Faramir/Eowyn. As for Legolas/Kayli. We'll see. And don't ruin the surprise! Thanks!
prettyfoot -- Thanks!
ainu lote -- Who DOESN'T eat chocolate? Thank you!
Mordomin -- Thank you!
ADC -- Patience, grasshopper. You'll see! Thanks!
Of course, neither does Boromir. He's fixated entirely on hs brother. I think part of it might actually be guilt, 'cause Faramir followed him where he wouldn't follow their father.
Of course, see, that's what happens when your father's a raging LUNATIC.
"My grandmother often told me that the hands of the King were the hands of a Healer, because of their Elvish blood. 'Tis truly a pity, then, that the line of Kings was broken so long ago."
God, I wish they would stop babbling.
...
Wait, wait. Hold the phone.
I spin around and grab the woman's arm. She stares at me with these huge eyes, like she's afraid I'm going to jump up and bite her. Honestly, in her defense, I'm pretty sure I don't look that swell. There's still orc blood in my hair, and I'm pretty sure this is the same woman who's head I nearly removed when she commented that I was a bit heavily armed for the Halls of Healing.
OK, so maybe four daggers and a sword is a little much, but the paranoia has seriously set in.
"What did you say?" I demand.
She tries to pull her arm away. "That the line of Kings is broken, and--"
"No," I say harshly. "Before that."
"'THe hands of the King are the hands of a Healer," she repeats, gaping at me like I've suddenly sprouted a second head.
Of course, that might be because of the hysterical laughter.
Boromir is staring at me, looking irritated, like this isn't the time for laughter. And it isnt't, but it's been far too long since I laughed. It feels damn good, let me tell you.
I grin at him quickly. "I'll be back."
And then I'm out the door.
I run full tilt into Brioc at the bottom of the stairs. In a sincere attempt NOT to knock him down and kill him, I back up. And, naturally, being the graceful creature I am, I fall and seriously attempt to crack my head open.
Ouch.
But, fortunately, Legolas is here to help me up. Of course, he couldn't have been really helpful, and, like, caught me before I concussed myself on the nice hard MARBLE FLOOR.
My favorite Elven studmuffin kneels down next to me and starts feeling through my hair for stuff like bumps and skull fractures. I push his hands away and try to sit up. He frowns at me. "I need to make sure that you are not too badly hurt," he snaps.
"Then you should've caught me. Ow."
"Not even an Elf is that fast," he says drily. "I was just outside the door when you fell." He leans forward and continues to check my head.
Oh, well, that's nice. Why isn't he with Aragorn? Where is Aragorn?
"Outside the walls, with the sons of Elrond," Legolas says absently.
I jump and swear when his fingers touch the bump on the back of my head."Ouch, dammit." I push his hands away and manage to stagger to my feet. Should I be worried that the room is spinning? Or that I feel like I'm falling?
Well, definitely about the last thing, since the only thing currently keeping me upright is the fact that Legolas cuaght me. One out of two isn't bad, right?
Brioc takes a step forward, as if to take my other arm, but Legoals gives him a nasty look and he smiles uncomfortably. I turn and look at Legolas. "What is UP with you?"
The Elf frowns at me for a moment, then shakes his head, like he doesn't even want to know what the hell I'm talking about. Which is a serious possibility. "Why do you seek Aragorn?"
Huh? Oh. Oh! That! I turn back to Brioc, ignoring the fact that he keeps shooting Legolas worried glances. "Have you ever heard that the Hands of a King are the hands of a Healer?"
Brioc frowns, finally looking at me. Well, huzzah, I finally got his attention. "Yes, but milady, that's just a legend."
Legolas is staring at me, eyes narrowed, like he knows what I'm thinking. And, hey, what the hell, maybe he does. "Nay," he says slowly, "it is not merely a legend. The Kings of Gondor have long been Healers, since the time of Elros."
"Elrond's twin brother," I mutter. Y'know, that actually makes a lot of sense, considering that Elrond is the big Healer guy, right?
Legolas nods in agreement, still watching me. "Do you think he can do it?"
I nod, and laugh suddenly, throwing my arms around his. "They're gonna be okay!"
I push away, suddenly not dizzy anymore. "Where is his Reluctant Highness?"
Brioc clears his throat nervously. "Well, we could escort you, my Lady..."
Oh, God, what's wrong now? "But..."
"Lord Denethor's gone quite mad, and we have to go through that room to get to the gates," Brioc explains. "He's ranting about how his sons are dead and his line is ending."
Ooookay. Last time I looked, Boromir wasn't even injured. And I don't think Aragorn's in the habit of having potential rivals murdered. He just doesn't seem like the type.
I look at Legolas and he shrugs. "I would rather not go back in there. Lord Denethor is not particularly fond of Elves."
Brioc makes a rude noise."Lord Denethor's not particularly fond of anyone."
I shake my head and make for the door. "We don't have time for this. Faramir, EOwyn, and Merry don't have time for this."
"Stop her!" Brioc hisses.
"Me?" Legolas answers. "Surely you jest."
In retrospect, maybe this wasn't the brightest idea. After all, the dude is insane.
Gandalf is talking fast, Pippin is yelling that Faramir isn't dead yet. Denethor is ranting that he won't be usurped by some ragged Ranger of the North.
I've been in here thirty seconds and I'm already tired of it. "Gandalf! Hit him with your stick!"
"It's a staff!" his Whiteyness yells back.
"Staff, stick, whatever! Thwack him with it!"
"I really don't think --" Brioc starts, but then Denethor runs by, shreiking that everyone abandon their posts and flee for their lives. "On second thought, maybe he should hit him."
"The harder, the better," Legolas agrees.
"Why is he doing this NOW? The battles over!" Pippin cries, looking exasperated. I shake my head and go for the far door. "Where did you say Aragorn was again?"
TBC..
FINALLY!
Sorry 'bout this, y'all. LIfe has sucked serious ass. I just moved, I'm working two jobs, and...yeah. My car's broken down TWICE. It's uncool, but I've finally got two hours a day set aside for writing. It's goin' good, no?
Mew -- It's here, it's here. Very sorry, and thank you for your kind words.
GreyLadyBast -- Once more, my sincerest apologies. Life sucks. Thank you for your patience.
LegosGrl -- Thank you so much for your understanding, and you hugely rock. I only have a couple of hours a WEEK to write, so, thanks. Here's your chapter!
Kat Hawkins -- Here it is! I'm sorry about the wait! Thanks!
immortalwizardpirateelf-fan -- Once more, thanks for the patience. It's been kinda tough. Yeah, I like her to. Thanks!
Red Queen Kai -- Really? Kailee? My friend Dawna, her daughter's name is Kailee. I LOVE that name, LOVE it. Thanks!
aBarHeiress -- Yes, jthat brings the total up to five votes for Elladan and Elrohir. Don't worry, they're in the next chap. Thanks! I'm glad you liked it! (And thanks to your friend, too.)
insanityismyfriend -- Here it is! Thanks again!
Nienna Laronde -- I'm glad it makes you laugh, and I'll try! Thank you so much.
The Whisperer -- In all honesty, no, Brioc is not a Gondorian name. At least, I don't think so. It's actually Celtic in origin.shrugs But I liked it, so here it is. And the legs thing...Remember the Walkers? On Hoth? Yeah, that was my friend Tiff, screaming at Eowyn on the TV as I'm trying to write, yelling "Go for the legs! Use the Force, dammit!" As for Elladan and Elrohir, it was dark, and they hadn't seen her in about eight months, remember. That and their sister is dying. So we'll cut them a little slack, no? Maybe they just didn't wanna be rude. I don't know. But thank you so much for the useful critiques! I love it! Thanks you so much!
Mummy! -- They ARE, aren't they? Heh. Thank you. PS -- As for Fvor, well, she was rude, and that's my hugest pet peeve in like the whole wide world. Honestly, I highly doubt she's like that in real life, people usually aren't. And she's your friend, so the defense their is awesome. Thanks!
chelsea -- Yes, yes I will. Sorry about the wait! Thanks! PS what does j'adore ce mean?
Dew-Shan of Egypt -- grovels I'm so sorry! Please don't take my head! I like it where it is! Sorry about the wait. RL, you know. I will work as fast as I can, though, I promise! Thank you!
LIsa (aka Stalker Chick) -- Thank you so, so much. Fortunately for me, i know longer have school to worry about. Happy dance! Thanks again!
Bloody Vixen -- I know, I know. Sorry. But that's just how she wants to talk. And don't worry, I hope there's more! Thanks!
babies-ate-my-dingoe -- Thanks!
Iariel -- Thank you, so much. Actually, I'm pretty sure it's Legolas at this point. I don't know if they'll end up together, but I DO know she's in love with you. And Iariel is fine, since 'Brioc' isn't technically Gondorian either.
Girl Tree -- Like the shoulder twitch, do we? And, ladies and gentlemen, I had to go get the Fellowship members out of her room before I could write anymore! Thanks you! And NOTHING is better than bubble wrap.
Sylvia Virdian -- God, don't we all. The boat was awesome, wasn't it? That was one ugly orc. And yes, you are babbling, but it's forgiveable. Thanks again!
Iremray -- Thank you! You are the first person to think it was tasteful and not accuse me of being a profanity junkie. As for the story, go for it. We could use some decent flippin' fics out there. Thanks!
Twilight -- Here it is! I hope it was worth the wait! Thanks!
Yuhi -- I don't know how close it is to being finished. Hard to tell. Thanks!
Rede -- Huh?
Catherine Maria -- Captain General. I'll remember that. And yes, Boromir-fangirl, I rolled my eyes. Boromir needs a wife, I think. Send me a Gondorian name, girl.
poolbum -- Thank you. As for the Star Wars, see above response to The Whisperer. You're not the first person to express the fact that you don't understand, but that's okay. It's one thing I'm used to.
Crecy -- Thank you!
Arsinoe Selene --...Thank you. I think.
True Maven -- Don't worry about Aragorn/Arwen, it'll get here. So will Faramir/Eowyn. As for Legolas/Kayli. We'll see. And don't ruin the surprise! Thanks!
prettyfoot -- Thanks!
ainu lote -- Who DOESN'T eat chocolate? Thank you!
Mordomin -- Thank you!
ADC -- Patience, grasshopper. You'll see! Thanks!