Chapter Twenty: Victory!
Kendra seemed to be floating somewhere. She felt a mattress underneath her, a soft mattress covered in soft sheets. A hand brushed her forehead with a wet cloth. Kendra moaned and tried to open her eyes. The minute she did, she shut them. It was too damn bright!
"Come one, sleepyhead. You're worse than Aragorn," a light voice said.
"Go away, Legolas. I don't want to hear it," Kendra muttered, opening her eyes to squint at the elven prince.
"You've been asleep for almost four days," Legolas said, standing up.
Kendra propped herself up. She looked around and recognized them as the healing houses of Minas Tirith.
"Four days?"
"Yes, you collapsed on the battlefield. We thought you were dieing."
"I felt like I was," Kendra said, looking down at her hands.
Legolas walked over and sat down, "What happened?"
"I don't know. It just suddenly felt like someone was trying to take all the powers out of my body. It felt like someone was trying to kill me."
"Mayhap, the power of Sauron was trying to use you to get back the Ring?" Legolas asked.
"I don't know."
"She awake?" came the sudden question.
"Hello, Pippin," Kendra said.
"Guess what? Frodo's awake!" he said, before darting out the door.
"Frodo's alive," Kendra said, mostly to herself.
"I will be right back," Legolas said, standing up.
Kendra watched the elf leave before she leaned back into her pillows. She had much to think about. The quest was over, her path followed. Now she just had to get home.