Maya's POV
"ARI!" I screamed as she fell to the ground. I jumped to my feet, only to be met by a wave of pain swept through my ankle and up my leg. I let out another scream, once that I stifled at the last second, so it was a rather strangled sound. Whoop-dee-do, I'd still scared the shit out of Aragorn and Legolas.
I grabbed onto a tree and gasped for breath as my head swum, and I was reminded that this was the first time that I'd stood in Middle Earth. "Oh buggering hell," I choked, slumping against the tree and trying to regain a little control of my vision. I felt where I had been punched in the temple by the huge dude at the concert and winced as my fingers hit the sore spot. If I ever get back to Earth, I swear to God I'm going to hunt down the bastard that hit me and kick him in the balls!
Aragorn was immediately by me, holding onto my arm. "My lady, I will need to escort you to the horse," he told me in an urgent voice. My vision was fading so fast I could barely tell that he was there beside me.
"Oh fucking shit. Get it over with then," I mumbled, grasping his forearm in return. Damn, this was not a nice way to begin my visit to a new galaxy. The Valar must not have been very happy that I had transferred to their world. But it wasn't my fault dammit! I hadn't MEANT to piss off the ethereal rulers of this planet!
Stupid fucking beer bottle. If it hadn't been thrown, none of this shit would've happened. That's it, no more alcohol for me! Well…for a few weeks at least.
As Aragorn led me over to the horse, I had the sudden urge to hurl up the many Smirnoffs I'd consumed at the concert. What the hell, why did I still have this hangover in another fucking universe? Shouldn't the jet lag of drinking be over with?
Apparently not.
"Just lean on me," Aragorn told me gently, supporting most of my weight as I unsteadily mounted my steed. His steed. Whatever.
"Doesn't look like I've got a fat lot of choice, eh?" I joked feebly, adjusting my position in the saddle so I could lean forward comfortably.
He simply gave a small smile. "Not really," he agreed, mounting flawlessly behind me. Fucking showoff-ish bastard.
"So who the bloody hell are you again?" I asked, feigning ignorance on the subject.
"I am Aragorn and that is Legolas. Do you not remember?" He asked in a concerned voice. In truth, he was lucky that I could still tell that he was a man.
"Sort of. Everything's all…" I paused and sort of fell forward as the horse started back towards the Fellowship's camp. "Bad," I finished lamely, and then pulled an Ari, passing out without another word.
"Maya? Lady Maya?" Came an inquiring voice.
"Go away, I'm tired." And I pulled a blanket-like thing over my head.
"But Lady Maya-"
"It's Blondie. Not Lady, and definitely not Maya Katrine Lee. So shut the fuck up and let me go back to bed you fucking bastard!" I could tell that the voice which had addressed me was most definitely male, which is why I knew to call him 'bastard.' Of I could've just called him man whore, but I just didn't think that would have as much power.
"There is no need for such language," came a silky-smooth voice from farther away.
"Fuck off."
"Erm…how are you named 'Blondie' when you have not blonde hair?" Came a more familiar voice, the voice of Aragorn.
I answered him with my eyes still closed, since I wasn't very coherent. "I'm blonde at heart…I act very clumsy sometimes." My statement was further cut off by a yawn. I rolled over and put my arms over my head, which in turn caused the blanket to fall away from my head.
"Turn off the goddamn lights," I mumbled into my arms, trying to get warm and more comfortable. But then I realized I was in my tight leather pants. And my slut shirt. And I hadn't done a damn thing about how I looked since I came here. Neither had Ari.
Oh bloody fucking hell. Ari!
"Where's Ari?" I asked shrilly, pushing myself up to a sitting positionand spinning around to look at the people surrounding me. "Where is my sister?"
For a moment, no one answered. And then Legolas said softly, "She is over there, under the shade of a tree. But Maya-"
I wouldn't hear any more. "Shut up, elf!" I snapped, and in a second I was limping over to my sister as fast as I could go.
"Ari!" I whispered, kneeling by her and taking her hand, feeling for a pulse. Luckily it was there. "Oh God Ari, don't leave me with them alone." Tears started in my eyes. "Damn it, I'm in some shit-fucked-up planet with nancing idiots and kings who dress in fairy shoes!" I smiled weakly, wanting to sob in fear and hope for my sister and yet, I could have laughed at what I said. Ari would've, had she been conscious.
Legolas knelt by me, placing his hands on her temples. "We do not know for certain if she will survive, but there is a good chance that she might. Nevertheless, we felt that you should know of every possibility," he muttered, concentrating on trying to heal her.
I stood abruptly up again, ignoring the pain in my ankle once again. "There aren't any goddamn options, you hear me? She dies and you lose all hope of ever having children." I folded my arms and stared down at him coldly, happy that he was kneeling because if he hadn't been, then he would've been taller. And somehow I didn't feel like trying to intimidate yet another person who was taller than me.
"I said, did you hear me?" I snapped at him, my eyes narrowing of their own accord.
He slowly stood, as I had feared he might. Damn fuck it, now he was taller! I thought. Now he's certainly gonna kill me! Forget that, Mom's gonna kill me for letting my little sister out of my sight!If I ever evenget back! Argh!
"Do you think that I do not care for her well-being?" He asked, his voice now cold.
"What I'm saying, Leggy-G, is that if she isn't well and on her feet by tomorrow you are going to have one pissed off sister to answer to! I DON'T CARE IF YOU'RE A MERCHANT IN ELVEN SOCIETY OR THE GODDAMNED PRINCE! SHE DIES, AND YOU DO TOO!" With that, I spun around on my not-fucked up heel and ran into the forest.
After maybe a half-mile, I collapsed from loss of energy, pain, and just the complete overwhelming nature of the whole situation. Ari couldn't die! She was the only person who had really understood me, and she had brought new meaning to the term 'sister.' If she died, Legolas wouldn't be murdered…because I'd kill myself first.
For five minutes, I was all alone and shivering uncontrollably. But then I heard footsteps. Light ones, but footsteps all the same. I scrambled up with difficulty, and found myself facing my sister's object of obsession.
"What the fuck do you want, bastard?" I snapped at him. Ari was so going to kill me for talking that way to him, but damn it! I didn't know if she would ever wake up, so I was pissed.
He stared down at me with wavering patience. "I want you to calm down and listen to me."
I raised my eyebrows. "And I'm supposed to care? You know what, I don't give a rippy rat's ass if all of your little subjects just fall down at your feet and do what you say the second you say it. I'm not like that." Unknowingly, I began to pace, twisting my hands in front of me.
Staring at him as I prowled around, I said in a distressed voice, "That's my sister over there, and you're telling me she might never wake up! You're telling me to be calm. WHAT THE HELL?" I stopped and threw my arms in the air. "You expect me to just to go all elvish and stoic, but I can't do that! She is the only person that ever gave two shits about me, who really understood me! YOU EXPECT ME TO FORGET THAT?"
Legolas strode forward swiftly and took me by the shoulders, looking like he wanted to slap me to get me back to reason. "I wish for you to do nothing of the sort! Why do you think I would be so cruel?" He seemed hurt by my judgment.
"I don't know! I'm just looking out for her, alright? Don't you understand? She has to live. You can't just..." I paused, unable to articulate how shit-fucking-pissed off I was. "You know what," I continued in a dangerously low voice after a second,"I'm not even going to try and reason with you. Just heal her, okay?" I wrenched my shoulders from his grasp and limped back to the camp.
As I reached it, I knelt by Ari again. I stared down at her, hoping to God that she would live. As I looked down at my little sis, I gave a silent prayer. Please God, let her live. Let her be okay.
After that, I added to myself with a grin, Because if she dies I won't be able to see a real-life Legomance happening to her!
Oh, how funny your thoughts could be when you were near hysterical. I just hoped that I needn't have reason to stay that way for long.
Damn it Lego, no matter how much I hate you, you're the only one I trust with the well being of my sister. Please, heal her…