One Mixed Up Mary-Sue
Chapter Eight: Rivendell General Hospital
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Emily looked down at the plate in front of her. This place had a way of making her lose her appetite. She sighed and looked up, then dropped her fork onto her plate. "Oh my God…" Emily said as two very, very unhappy looking blondes walked into the room. They both glared at her and sat down silently.
"Whatever you have done, it was a bad idea," Erestor said. "You do not want those two mad at you."
"I didn't do anything," Emily replied. "It's not my fault. Besides, I kicked your ass and you're not mad at me."
"You did not," Erestor said. "And I do not need to be mad at you to dislike you."
And at that, the room regained its previous uneasy silence. Every so often, someone coughing after getting a particularly awful tasting mouthful of Lindir's food would interrupt the quiet atmosphere. Emily surveyed the solemnly quiet table once more, picking at the scratch on her face. Elrond was quick to notice this.
"What in God's name are you doing?" He demanded.
"Uh… nothing," Emily replied, putting her hands in her lap.
"Look at your face! It will be scarred! We cannot have this!" He quickly marched over to her, grabbed her arm then pulled her out of her chair and out of the room.
"What are you doing, you crazed lunatic?" Emily demanded as he continued to lead her down the hall.
"You need medicine!" Elrond said.
"Medicine?"
"Yes, medicine!"
"For my face?"
"Yes!"
"You know, we seem to get into conversations like this a lot." Emily muttered as he lead her into another room. The blue walls seemed to shimmer... imagine a wall painted with glitter glue. He sat her down on a bed, picked up a jar of something and started putting it on her face with what looked like a paintbrush. Well, at least it served the purpose, kind of.
"Hey, it's Frank!" Emily said, pulling away from Elrond, and then running over and jumping on Glorfindel's bed. Sadly, he was trying to sleep, and being woken up by something resembling a goop monster with a paintbrush stuck to its face is not a very pleasant experience. Needless to say, he yelled and Emily laughed.
"I must go- I am needed elsewhere." Elrond turned and left the sparkly blue room. Yes, it seems everything in Imladris is sparkly nowadays.
"What is going on? Should I be this confused?" Glorfindel asked, looking from the girl sitting beside him, to Elrond's retreating back.
"Of course, dearie," Emily said, patting Glorfindel on the head. "Oh, sorry, head thing. How is the old shovel wound? I'm Emily by the way, can't remember if I told you before."
"The wound is perfectly fine, but Lord Elrond insists that I remain here for now." Glorfindel shrugged. "He believes that I was very gravely injured. For now, I am appreciating the time to relax."
"Alright, then," Emily said, pulling the paintbrush off of her face. "Later, Frank," she said as she turned to leave.
"Out of the way, Emily!" Erestor said, helping a very sick looking Legolas walk. Legolas had an arm around the brunette-gone-blonde's shoulders and his face was a lovely shade of green. He was leaning on Erestor, and looked like he was having trouble keeping his balance.
"What happened to him? I thought elves don't get sick, or something crazy like that."
"He had seconds," Erestor said, rolling his eyes at the elven prince's stupidity. Emily had to concentrate in order to keep a straight face- Legolas was normal now, not evil and weird and she shouldn't laugh at him.
"Legolas, you are such an idiot," Emily said, shaking her head. Hey, at least she didn't laugh. "Get well soon, anyways," she added for good measure.
Legolas mumbled something incoherent before being dragged further off by Erestor. The mumbling actually reminded Emily of Frodo, so she decided to go see how the guy was doing, having nothing better to do.
The room was simple enough to find; mostly because it was labelled with a sign that read: "Frodo's room." Emily pushed the door open and stepped inside. Frodo was asleep... boring. Emily left to wander down the hallways. She was keeping herself rather amused when she was hit by a wave of nausea. "Shit, I don't feel too good. I hope it wasn't the food. Don't want to end up like Legolas did," she muttered to herself. Eventually the unpleasant feeling passed, so she continued to wander.
"Emily!" Elrond said, walking up behind her. "Where is Legolas? He needs medicine! I have Pepto Bismol!" He held up a pink bottle, which emitted a strange, glowing light.
"Uh… Joe just took him off somewhere."
"I must go off and help him; it is bad luck to let future family members die."
"Okay, first off, I am not your daughter! Secondly, I don't like Legolas and he doesn't like me!"
"Emily, you will soon get used to life here and it will not be so upsetting. But for now, I must go help Legolas."
"Right, as for me, I can't take any more of this; I'm going to bed." Emily turned and headed for bed, the past week had just been too much to take in.