A/N: Alrighty. Sorry it took so long to post this one. I swear, this is the prodigal chapter! Over the course of the past, like, four/five months I lost this thing like, 3 times! One of those times stretched @ least 3 months. So finally, here it is...THE LOST CHAPTER!! Oh yeah, I also added some extensions onto some of the other chapters. I've put that into the titles.
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TC and MC had to stay outside with the mounts while Pippin took Merry into the Houses Of Healing. TC didn't really care. MC, on the other hand, was rather pissed.
"I can't believe I can't go in there with him! I should be in there with him!" MC ranted. Her anger turned into fear. "I hope he's alright! Oh my gosh, I would feel so bad if he died thinking I hated him."
TC stared blankly at MC, hoping she was done. TC was let down.
"I feel so bad for trying to strangle him in Dunharrow and for making the trip over here a living hell for him." MC's sorrow turned back to anger. "YOU!" she turned on TC. "YOU! Because of YOU I am not in there with him right now!"
"How is this my fault?"
"You couldn't hold both the horse and the warg!" MC hissed.
"Strider might get jealous if he thinks I like Rocket more!"
"Aren't you worried about the horse getting jealous?"
"Not really. If he gets jealous...he's not likely to rip Strider to shreds."
"WELL I'M GOING IN!" MC dropped Rocket's reins and headed into the building.
"Okay then." TC muttered to herself. She rode Strider over and grabbed Rocket's reins, then took them both to the stables.
As TC headed back towards the Houses of Healing, she spotted Aragorn.
"Aragorn!" she yelled. "Hey, I didn't hit you with anything this time!" TC said as she reached him.
"That's great." Aragorn replied, ot really caring.
"Hey, you should probably go to the Houses of Healing. I think they need you up there."
"Yes, TC, I already knew that." Aragorn continued walking.
"Well, are you going to go?"
"YES!" Aragorn snapped, having assumed his previous statement had implied he was, indeed, going to the Houses of Healing. "Thick-headed halfling." he muttered, not meaning for TC to hear him.
"Well, there's no need to get all anal about it!" TC said, offended.
"TC! The whole of Middle-Earth is in serious peril at the moment! There is no room for your sarcasm, or stupid questrions that need not be asked! If you can't say anything that will be of use then just hold your tongue!"
TC just stopped, glaring at Aragorn. The man resumed his trek to the Houses of Healing.
"What do I care about you all anyways?" TC said. "You don't even exist!" With that, TC turned and began walking away. Aragorn ignored her.
Aragorn opened the door to the room Merry was in. MC and Pippin were both at the side of the bed.
"What are you doing?" MC asked as Aragorn pulled out some Kingsfoil and put it in a small dish of water. This produced a sweet-smelling aroma of sorts. "EW! You're gonna kill him with that stuff! That is so sick!"
"Are you going to help him?" Pippin asked.
"Yes, I'm trying to!" Aragorn muttered.
"How? How are you going to save him?" MC demanded.
"You aren't going to let him die, are you?" Pippin asked.
"DON'T LET HIM DIE!"
There was silence as the three stared at Merry's still form.
"HE'S DEAD! YOU LET HIM DIE!" MC flew over Merry's bed and latched her hands around Aragorn's throat, taking him down. "I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU JUST LET HIM DIE LIKE THAT! I HATE YOU!"
The hobbit and the man became entangled in fight. Aragorn tried to pry MC's hands off his throat, but she had a stronger grip that he'd expected.
"Merry!" Pippin whispered urgently. "Merry!"
Merry opened his eyes and blinked.
"HE'S ALIVE!"
MC jumped up, releasing Aragorn. She quickly hugged Merry. "Thank God, you're alive!" Then she jumped back. "YOU A$$%*#!! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME? YOU MADE ME WORRY ABOUT YOU AND THEN YOU GO AND TURN OUT FINE!" MC lept upon Merry, and began pounding him. Aragorn quickly dragged MC off of Merry and out of the room. Merry looked at Pippin, who just shook his head and rolled his eyes.
TC stared at one small fire left in the ruins. She picked up a nearby stick and stuck it into the fire. She began to write in the air with it, muttering as she went.
"T...A..."
"AHH!"
TC stared in horror. She hadn't seen Gimli standing there.
"I'm...um...oh crap!" TC looked at the flaming beard. "heh..." Gimli glared at her. Legolas, who was also there, went to fetch water. TC just stared at Gimli for a few seconds. When he pulled out his axe, however, TC began running in the direction Legolas went.
"STAY AWAY!" Aragorn yelled, pushing MC down the steps in front of the Houses of Healing.
"NO!" MC charged at him, but he shut the door, resulting in MC running head on into it. MC just stood there, fuming for a few moments, then she saw Legolas running towards her in a hurry. "Hey!" she greeted.
Legolas ignored MC and ran into the building, shutting the door before she got in. MC was about to follow him when she heard screaming, ranting, and cursing. She looked in the direction of the noise, to find TC running in her direction, Gimli following her, beard flaming, ax drawn, mutting all sorts of curses. The two ran right by MC.
A few moment later, Legolas came back out of the building, carrying a large bucket of water. He spotted Gimli and TC and ran in their direction. MC decided to follow.
Just as Gimli was beginning to attack TC, Legolas called him, and when Gimli turned around, the elf threw the water on him. Silence ensued. Gimli was fuming. He began to feel his chin, to see how his beard was doing. He found nothing except a couple charred hairs, which broke off at his touch. He turned back to TC, glaring.
"So...um..." TC laughed nervously. "Is that what female dwarves look like?"
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TC and MC had to stay outside with the mounts while Pippin took Merry into the Houses Of Healing. TC didn't really care. MC, on the other hand, was rather pissed.
"I can't believe I can't go in there with him! I should be in there with him!" MC ranted. Her anger turned into fear. "I hope he's alright! Oh my gosh, I would feel so bad if he died thinking I hated him."
TC stared blankly at MC, hoping she was done. TC was let down.
"I feel so bad for trying to strangle him in Dunharrow and for making the trip over here a living hell for him." MC's sorrow turned back to anger. "YOU!" she turned on TC. "YOU! Because of YOU I am not in there with him right now!"
"How is this my fault?"
"You couldn't hold both the horse and the warg!" MC hissed.
"Strider might get jealous if he thinks I like Rocket more!"
"Aren't you worried about the horse getting jealous?"
"Not really. If he gets jealous...he's not likely to rip Strider to shreds."
"WELL I'M GOING IN!" MC dropped Rocket's reins and headed into the building.
"Okay then." TC muttered to herself. She rode Strider over and grabbed Rocket's reins, then took them both to the stables.
As TC headed back towards the Houses of Healing, she spotted Aragorn.
"Aragorn!" she yelled. "Hey, I didn't hit you with anything this time!" TC said as she reached him.
"That's great." Aragorn replied, ot really caring.
"Hey, you should probably go to the Houses of Healing. I think they need you up there."
"Yes, TC, I already knew that." Aragorn continued walking.
"Well, are you going to go?"
"YES!" Aragorn snapped, having assumed his previous statement had implied he was, indeed, going to the Houses of Healing. "Thick-headed halfling." he muttered, not meaning for TC to hear him.
"Well, there's no need to get all anal about it!" TC said, offended.
"TC! The whole of Middle-Earth is in serious peril at the moment! There is no room for your sarcasm, or stupid questrions that need not be asked! If you can't say anything that will be of use then just hold your tongue!"
TC just stopped, glaring at Aragorn. The man resumed his trek to the Houses of Healing.
"What do I care about you all anyways?" TC said. "You don't even exist!" With that, TC turned and began walking away. Aragorn ignored her.
Aragorn opened the door to the room Merry was in. MC and Pippin were both at the side of the bed.
"What are you doing?" MC asked as Aragorn pulled out some Kingsfoil and put it in a small dish of water. This produced a sweet-smelling aroma of sorts. "EW! You're gonna kill him with that stuff! That is so sick!"
"Are you going to help him?" Pippin asked.
"Yes, I'm trying to!" Aragorn muttered.
"How? How are you going to save him?" MC demanded.
"You aren't going to let him die, are you?" Pippin asked.
"DON'T LET HIM DIE!"
There was silence as the three stared at Merry's still form.
"HE'S DEAD! YOU LET HIM DIE!" MC flew over Merry's bed and latched her hands around Aragorn's throat, taking him down. "I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU JUST LET HIM DIE LIKE THAT! I HATE YOU!"
The hobbit and the man became entangled in fight. Aragorn tried to pry MC's hands off his throat, but she had a stronger grip that he'd expected.
"Merry!" Pippin whispered urgently. "Merry!"
Merry opened his eyes and blinked.
"HE'S ALIVE!"
MC jumped up, releasing Aragorn. She quickly hugged Merry. "Thank God, you're alive!" Then she jumped back. "YOU A$$%*#!! HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME? YOU MADE ME WORRY ABOUT YOU AND THEN YOU GO AND TURN OUT FINE!" MC lept upon Merry, and began pounding him. Aragorn quickly dragged MC off of Merry and out of the room. Merry looked at Pippin, who just shook his head and rolled his eyes.
TC stared at one small fire left in the ruins. She picked up a nearby stick and stuck it into the fire. She began to write in the air with it, muttering as she went.
"T...A..."
"AHH!"
TC stared in horror. She hadn't seen Gimli standing there.
"I'm...um...oh crap!" TC looked at the flaming beard. "heh..." Gimli glared at her. Legolas, who was also there, went to fetch water. TC just stared at Gimli for a few seconds. When he pulled out his axe, however, TC began running in the direction Legolas went.
"STAY AWAY!" Aragorn yelled, pushing MC down the steps in front of the Houses of Healing.
"NO!" MC charged at him, but he shut the door, resulting in MC running head on into it. MC just stood there, fuming for a few moments, then she saw Legolas running towards her in a hurry. "Hey!" she greeted.
Legolas ignored MC and ran into the building, shutting the door before she got in. MC was about to follow him when she heard screaming, ranting, and cursing. She looked in the direction of the noise, to find TC running in her direction, Gimli following her, beard flaming, ax drawn, mutting all sorts of curses. The two ran right by MC.
A few moment later, Legolas came back out of the building, carrying a large bucket of water. He spotted Gimli and TC and ran in their direction. MC decided to follow.
Just as Gimli was beginning to attack TC, Legolas called him, and when Gimli turned around, the elf threw the water on him. Silence ensued. Gimli was fuming. He began to feel his chin, to see how his beard was doing. He found nothing except a couple charred hairs, which broke off at his touch. He turned back to TC, glaring.
"So...um..." TC laughed nervously. "Is that what female dwarves look like?"