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Also Chapter 7 has been fixed.
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Strider eventually looked out the window once more and Draco insteantly knew that it was time for them to start their journey once more and began to get things ready for their long journey. "So...how far is Rivendale from here exactly?" She asked Strder who turned around to look at her.
"It will take us about six days to reach Rivendale. Possibly ten days if the weather turns bad and if we have to take another route to reach Rivendale it could take up to two weeks or more depending on the route we would have to take. Either way it will take some time." Strider said as he stared at her.
Draco's left eye twitched in annoyance at those words. "Fan-fucken-tastic." She hissed under her breath bitterly.
"Language." Strider said softly in a scolding tone as she rolled her eyes at him. "Where are you from exactly?"
"I can't tell you." Draco said.
"Why not?" Strider asked her.
"Because the old man told me not to tell anyone about my situation fully." Draco growled in bitterness.
"You do not care much for Gandalf." Strider said as Draco stared at him with an emotionless exspression.
"I don't care much for anyone or anything, so your point would be what exactly?" She asked him.
"I'm going to go speak with the inn keeper, and get things ready for our long journey. Draco, I mean it...if you're not feeling well, you need to tell us." He added before leaving the room lost to his own thoughts but he was now deeply concerned and worried for the child. Since she had in a way confirmed his own susupicions on just how little trust she had for all of them.
"Right." Draco said softly even though she knew Strider didn't hear her as she folded up the blanket. The one strider had given her during the night and carefully placed it inside her bag. She was honestly becoming worried with the strange burning sensation deep inside her, the weird aches and pain coursing through out her body. It was making her worried as well as a tiny bit paranoid. Hopefully the elves would know what was wrong with her and will be able to help her.
She also silently hoped they could even get her back to normal, since a certain old man, claiming to be a wizard hadn't been able to keep his promise to her, yet. She honestly hated being this small again and being a child again was not something she wanted. Having gone through childhood once was enough and she certainly didn't need to relive the horrors of it again. Also she hated being this small because it made her completely useless, and being treated like a child was just pissing her off to the point she want to murder whoever gave her father that stupid birthday candle in the first place. She was a twenty one year old adult, not a child despite her current appearance saying otherwise.
While packing up her things her hand brushed against the black book in her bag. She had almost forgotten all about it. She slowly pulled it out and opened it just to skim through it's pages to see what the mysterious book was really about. To her disbelief the pages were completely blank. Every single page was completely blank as she flipped through the pages before returning to the being of the book as she stared at it in annoyance. "So much for reading. Now I have a useless notebook." She grumbled under her breath bitterly only to stiffen as glowing words suddenly began to appear across the page like living fire as they danced across the page.
She slowly looked down at the words almost memorized and in a state of disbelief. However before she could read the writing that had appeared, the hobbits began to stir as they began waking up with loud yawns, quickly she closed the book once more and hid it in her bag. She would read it eventually or at least try and figure out what exactly she had in her possession, but right now was completely out of the question. Last thing she needed was to freak anyone out or worse have someone take her book from her. The hobbits sat up slowly only to see Draco was wide awake and was getting things ready to start traveling once more. However it didn't take them long to notice Stider was no where to be seen.
"Draco, where is Mr. Strider?" Sam asked her out of curiousity but his tone held a note of worry in it.
"He's-" Draco started before horrified exspressions appeared on Merry's face as well as Pippin's.
"She's gone, and murdered him during the night! She also disposed of his body, so we wouldn't see what she did to him!" Merry and Pippin suddenly yelled out in horror.
Draco's eye twitched in annoyance at their words as she stared at the two hatefully. "I say we eat them, when no one is looking. Agreed?" The voice asked her in annoyance as it hissed. Before Draco could say anything to the two paranoid Hobbits or even think of a response to tell the voice in her head, the door opened as Strider reentered the room making the two Hobbits scream in fright and practically cling to one another. Strider jumped a bit when they had suddenly screamed when they saw his appearence. Draco at this point didn't know if she should start laughing at the stupidity around her or to start slamming her head against a wall violently while hoping to wake up and that all of this was just one messed up dream caused by a combination of grief, anger as well as heartache.
"Wha-?" Strider started as he stared at Merry and Pippin.
"The two idiots, thought I murdered you and disposed of your body in some gorey way during the night." Draco huffed as she sent the two an irritated look. Strider stared at the two hobbits before slowly looking at Draco. "What?" She asked him.
"What did you say to them?" Strider asked her.
"Don't give me that look! I honestly didn't say anything to them, since they didn't give me a chance to say anything! They were the ones who suddenly jumped to conclusions, before I could say a damn word about your whereabouts to them. So don't go accusing me of something I didn't do!" Draco spat in irritation as she gave a deep growl of annoyance. Strider shook his head slightly.
"I'm afraid it's true Strider. Draco, honestly wasn't given a chance to tell us anything when these two suddenly freaked out." Sam said before casting the two other hobbits a dark look as they quickly released each other.
"Yeah and you two devils owe Draco an apology." Sam said firmly as he sent Merry and Pippin a dark look. For a moment Frodo and even Sam had feared Draco had killed Strider during the night. However logically there was no way the child could have dragged strider's lifeless corpse out of the room alone. For starters Strider was way to heavy to be moved especially for a five year old child, secondly Draco trusted no one so the chances of her asking for help were very slim and lastly despite how scarry the child could be, there was no way she would have been able to kill Strider. Right?
"Er...yeah...well, she was rather murderous last night...you can't blame us for jumping to conculsions." They said stuttering in their defense.
"Oh if I wanted you two dead...you would would have died hours ago!" Draco spat angrily in warning to them. The two gulped when they saw her eyes shift and glow inhumanly at them in warning that if they didn't shut up she was going to kill them, very painfully. Almost insteantly Strider's hand landed on top of her head, her eyes shifted back to normal and she had flinched upon contact when he ruffled her hair gently. "Strider...if you do that again...I promise I will bite and it will hurt...a lot." Draco growled in warning as Strider pulled his hand away slowly.
"We need to start our journey. The sooner we leave the better." Strider said as he glanced at Draco in concern, the way she would either flinch at sheer contact with another being was unsettling. He was determind to help her, but he knew the elves were the only ones that might be able to help her before she fell completely into darkness. However he knew there was also something very dark, possibly very dangerous lerking deep within her. What exactly he wasn't sure, and he was worried that dark force was trying to take control of the poor child's body and possibly even over her own soul.
"Can we get breakfast first?" Pippin asked pulling Strider from his troubling thoughts.
"Yeah, Breakfast sounds good." Merry said.
"Seriously?" Draco asked coldly as she stared at the two hobbits.
"Draco, you must be starving. You hardly ate anything in the past two days." Sam said in concern. Draco shot him a dark look just as Strider suddenly looked alarmed at that information and was now deeply concerned for the youngest member of their group.
"Why haven't you been eating?" Strider asked her swiftly as his hand touched her forehead searching for any sighns of a fever. She growled a bit in annoyance besides the fact she had flinched yet again.
"I'm just not hungry. I'll eat when I am...when I'm not...I just can't force myself to do so." She said in a snappish tone since honestly didn't care for the way Strider suddenly went all mother hen on her. She pushed his hand away from her. "And will you stop doing that!?" She hissed at him.
"You young lady, are going to eat something before we go anywhere." Strider said firmly before he walked away as he walked over to his bag where he pulled something out of it and gave it to her.
"What is is it?" She asked looking at the neatly wrapped bundle that Strider had handed her.
"Lamas Bread." He said.
"But i'm not-"
"Eat it or will force feed you." Strider said firmly leaving no room for her to protest. Draco shot Sam a dark look before she unwrapped the bread and began eating it reluctantly. It tatsted good but she really wasn't all that hungry. Part of her was starving at this point but the other part of her just felt sick. Once she was done eating it, Strider turned to look at the hobbits. "As soon as we get to Rivendale, Draco is going to be seeing a healer." He said firmly to them.
"Is she hurt?" Frodo asked in concern as his eyes widen in alarm and worry for the child that Gnadalf left him in charge of.
"I do not know...but even she knows something is wrong with her. The fact she's not eating is also worrying and troubling." Was all Strider said as they got their bags ready. Draco was already one step a head of them since she already done packing and was just now waiting for them to hurry up so they could begain heading towards Rivendale. They soon headed back down stairs through the pub, Draco had her two hoods back up once more as she walked. The inn keeper looked like he honestly seen better days and his wife was was trying to get him to drink a cup of hot tea or something. He looked like he seen a ghost or something.
Draco couldn't blame the poor guy, the Nazguls most likely scared the living daylights out of the poor guy, and there was no telling how much damage had been done by them and from the brawl last night in the pub. However she grimanced at the thought of hot tea. No matter what anyone said, there was honestly no way that could have been tea, that she took a sip of last night. It had to have been dirty laundry water or something. Once they were outside the pub like inn they began walking down the streets of Bree. People looked very freaked out and deeply scared. Rumors of how the gate keeper of Bree had been killed during the night was deeply troubling as well as alarming. Draco kept very quiet as they walked quickly through the streets of bree.
Draco kept her eyes down cast as she walked. She could hear people talking about the murder of the gate keeper and about the events that had happened last night. However upon seeing the gatekeeper's mourning family that were currently being comforted by loved ones and their precious friends. She seemed to quicken her pace as the haunting memories of all the funerals she ever attended, came rushing back to her. Also the harsh whispears she would sometimes hear whenever she walked around her home town came back to her as well, Murderer, demon, death trapped in human form, friend killer and other harsh things echoed loudly in her ears. Wherever she went death followed her with a vengeance.
She couldn't help but feel like the death of the gate keeper was her fault. She was a fool to think even for a moment she could avoid death's cruelity that followed her since the day she was born. She was swiftly yanked from her thoughts and painful memories when a hand suddenly gripped her shoulder, on pure instinct she spun around as she went to deck the person in the face. However the person's other other hand had quickly blocked her right fist from decking him. It took a moment for Draco to reconise that the person was Strider. She slowly dropped her fist as she stared at him.
"Draco, You were practically running right now. Are you okay?" Strider asked her in concern as he stared at her. He ignored the fact she had practically jumped in fright, had flinched violently against his touch almost spinning around and suddenly decking him in the face. However he was deeply concerned at the way it had taken her a moment to reconise him and drop her fist. He looked at her appearance as he released her fist. She was pale, slightly shaking, breathing a bit harder than she should have been and her eyes were wide with a combination of fright, deep sorrow, anger, bitterness and guilt all rolled into one emotion.
"I'm fine." She hissed as she steped back from him making him remove his hand off of her shoulder.
"No your not." He said firmly as he stared into her eyes. "Draco, we can't help you, if you do not tell us what's wrong. I know something is wrong, and your eyes give you away." Draco said nothing as she stared at him. Strider sighed as he ran a hand a hand through his hair in frustration. He honestly didn't know what to do to help her. "This conversation is far from over young one. I will not force you to tell me, but I hope you will tell me in time what troubles you so much." He said to her softly as he started walking once more. Draco felt uneasy as she followed him reluctantly in all honesty she wanted to just run away and get far away from everyone. The four hobbits looked worried but said nothing as they followed the two humans. However they were deeply concerned and worried as well.
"Should we get some horses?" Merry asked breaking the thick uneasy silence between them as they passed a barn making Draco pale at the words. She did not do well around animals, last time she was at a petting zoo, the barn animals went completely beserk with fright, she witnessed a pony kicking a small child in the head as it tried to get away and than trampling over the same child as it ran. It was rather truamatising for a very young child to witness, especially when all the young child wanted to do was feed a bunny a carrot. Only to watch as all the animals freak out so badly that some of the animals began to seriously harmed the guests, other animals and even their handlers. Draco than shook her head as she pulled herself from her unsettling memories.
"Please say no. For the love of who ever can hear me, please say no." Draco said under her breath as she chanted this several times.
"I'm afraid we will be traveling on foot. The horses and the ponies escaped sometime during the night most likely to get away from the Nazguls." Strider said as they hurried towards the forest.
"Where are you taking us again?" Peppin asked as they walked quickly.
"Into the wilderness...it will lead us to Rivendale." Strider said only to blink as Draco suddenly walked beside him. He glanced at her when she had suddenly walked closer to him. She said nothing as she walked. However he noticed how her hand would grip her chest slightly as she walked and would grimance in pain. A very faint orange glow could be seen coming from the area of her heart as it could be seen through her clothes. The glow vanished and she would moved her hand away from her chest.
However she was turning paler from the looks of things. Strider frowned. He never seen anything like this before and was deepy worried and concern for the child's health. He was almost tempted to carry her but knew the moment he offered to carry her she would mostly protest and even try to fight him. It was better to keep a close eye on her as they traveled. At least she was walking close to him so incase if something went wrong, he could quickly catch her and carry her if needed. He could tell she was walking close to him unconsciously.
They walked for what felt like hours, only stopping for very short breaks just to catch their breaths, rest for a few minutes or even use the restroom. However they kept walking as night was soon approaching. How long or how far they traveled Draco had no desire to know nor did she care. The sooner they reached the rivendale the better. They soon came to the ruins of what appeared to be a tower of some kind. Draco tuned out what Strider said about the place. Her body at this point was in sheer pain and even felt like it was on fire. It also felt like something was moving just underneither her skin like it was testing to see how much control it had over her body, or it was stretching out. It was a sensation she honestly could not describe or put into words.
However Draco's stomache violently twisted and turned violently making her feel sick. "We shall rest here for the night." Strider said as the exhausted hobbits collapsed to the ground to rest. He than handed the hobbits small weapons so that they could use to defend themselves, he than looked over at Draco who suddenly began shaking violently, before he could say anything to her, she suddenly darted off with a hand over her mouth. The sound of her vomiting deeply concerned Strider as he quickly followed after her. He found her near by dry heaving, after emptying her stomache and shaking violently. Before Strider could say anything she looked at him with a miserable exspression. It was clear as day to tell she was in a lot of pain, sick and miserable.
"I don't feel well." She said softly as her voice shook a bit.
"I can see that...here drink this." He said handing her a flask of water. She opened it and took a few sips of water mostly to just rise her mouth out of the horrible taste in her mouth. "I'm going to go take a look around and I want you to rest."
"I can rest when I'm dead." She said stubbornly.
"Which might be soon, if you're not careful. I know you don't fully trust me...but just this once you have to." He said firmly. "It's obvious you are need of a healer, maybe even elvish medicine. I know you are hiding something, young one." Draco glared at him but said nothing as Strider than handed her a weapon which confused her. "You might need this. It will defend you better than a kitchen knife. I want you to rest...I'll be back soon." He added before he left before she could say anything to him.
"Annoying human...I understand he is concern...but he has no reason to be. Everything is fine." The voice hissed in her ear.
Than what is happening to me? Why am I in so much pain? Draco wondered as she sat down a boulder to exaime the weapon Strider had given her. It was a short blade sword. I also have no bloody clue how to use this thing, I don't know a damn thing about swordsmanship. I know a lot about knives and about different styles of swords but that's it.
"A change is happening...a new beginning...a second chance. It's what you wished for. I'm sure the ranger would not mind giving you or the hobbits lessons on how to weild a sword properly." The voice hissed softly as it reminded her of the foolish wish she made.
What if I don't want it, what if I don't want any of this!? She shot back at the voice in frustration as she tied the short blade sword to her hip.
"You have no choice, child. You were the one who made the wish, now you must deal with the consquences and see things through until the end. Lastly just think of the sword as a rather big knife." The voice said softly before falling silent once more. Draco just hoped the elves could help her with whatever was going on. Also where the hell was Gandalf? The old man promised he would help her and what does he do? Abandoned her the first chance he gets and leaves her with four hobbits who have no combat experience what so ever. She growled in annoyance and was very tempted to start yanking her hair out at this point in time. Everything was just so damn confusing. She knew how to fight but that was hand to hand combat, same with fighting with a knife but it was mostly all self defense type of stuff. She knew Martial arts but didn't think those skills would really help her here of all places.
She slowly stood up and began walking back over to the four hobbits. Frodo had drifted off to sleep as the other three hobbits seemed to be talking quietly amongst each other. She was going to go for a small walk in hopes of clearing her head and hopefully keep her temper under control. The least she could do was tell the hobbits where she was going since Strider had already left to look around a bit.
"Draco, are you okay?" Sam asked her in concern at how pale she looked.
"I'm going to go look around...just don't do anything that might give away our location. I know strider should be back soon, since he went to make sure the place is safe." She said sighing.
"You look horrible...almost sickly." Merry pointed out.
"Yeah, maybe you should rest for a while?" Pippin suggested. Draco said nothing as she began walking away from them. What she needed was a quiet place to think and to calm her temper.
"I don't understand that girl. She's just a kid but she acts so much older than one, also the way she acts it's like she never once had the chance to be a kid or something." Merry said.
"She might not have been allowed to be one. She doesn't talk about her past and Gandalf sort of told her she wasn't allowed to tell us anything about it." Sam said softly.
"Is she even human? I mean the ways her eyes shift in appearance, the way she snarls, hisses and even growls that is no way normal. Also did you see how blood thirsty she was last night?! I swear with the way she glares at us, it's like she's just getting ready to eat us or something." Pippin said frowning.
"Pippin, she's just a kid." Sam said firmly.
"One very scary demonic possessed child you mean." Pippin added with a frown.
"She's not that bad. At least I don't think she is." Sam said nervously.
"Let's make some food. I'm sure Frodo, Strider and even Draco might be happy for some stew or something." Merry said as he pulled things out of his make shift bag.
She walked around lost in thought not really paying attention as she walked around exsploring the old ruins. "Something troubles you..." The voice stated in a knowing tone.
My whole situation troubles me. She thought back to the voice bitterly.
"True...but I sense things run deeper than this whole situation, that you found yourself in. Despite the fact it was you who made the wish to be here."
Who the hell are you and why are you in my head?!
"You will learn in time...for now just be paitent, Child." The voice sighed softly.
Draco frowned at the words as she looked around. Something faintly glittered on the ground as it caught the last remaining sunlight which made her eyes narrow a bit as she quickly went after whatever was trying to get her attention. She had to peel back some moss, vines and brush away some dust and dirt but she uncovered a ring. She used her cloak to clean the ring up a bit. It appeared to have been made from white gold, and it was holding a very bright golden amber color gemstone in the center of it. The stone looked like it had fire dancing and moving around inside the stone it self and the it had what looked to be dragon talons holding the stone in place. She could make out a small engraving on the ring written in elvish but was unable to read it clearly.
"You have my love for treasure...since it calls out to you." The voice purred in her ear as Draco rolled her eyes as she placed the ring into her backpack. "You can't deny your a lot like me..."
I do not even know you. So how can I be a lot like you, when I don't know you? Draco thought back bitterly.
"You will learn in time. Keep the ring that you just found safe and if you can show it to either Gandalf or to Lord Elron." The voice purred.
Why? Draco wondered in confusion.
"Because I need to confirm something about that ring. I know I've seen it somewhere before." The voice growled.Draco said nothing as she sensed there was more than what the voice was willing to tell her or share with her. She kept looking around the area until a glowing blue firey light floated near by.
What is that? She wondered as she took a step closer towards it. It glided slowly backwards as it was trying to lead her somewhere.
"Damn those idiots! You told them to keep a low profile, and what do they do!? They gave away our position!" The voice suddenly shouts in anger making her snap out of whatever trance she was in. The blue light thing was no where to be seen anymore.
What do you mean? She thought back to the voice only to hear Frodo yelling the words, "Put it out you fools! Put it out!" Before the familiar loud hellish scream like cries could be heard making her turn paler if that was even possible.
"They found us." The voice hissed as her mind showed her the images of the Naguls quickly approaching. She than hurried back towards the hobbits with a furious exspression on her face mixed a with a murderous one. A look that clearly promised a slow agonizing death. Her eyes shifted to their reptilian like appearance only to glow brightly in pure rage. She quicken her pace as she saw the hobbits trying to defend themselves. She charged foreward.
"I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU IDIOTS, TO KEEP A LOW PROFILE AND TO NOT GIVE AWAY OUR POSITION!" She screamed in pure rage while using Smaug's voice as she came leaping out from the shadows to attack a Nazgul from behind. She collided into it's back from how she had leap off a broken pillar as she clung to it's back. It screamed in rage as it was tryting to knock her free from it's back. One Nazgul turned to help it's buddy only to wind up slashing it's buddy and killing the other Nazgul since Draco had shifted her body weight just right to throw the nazgul off balance a bit making the other nazgul slaughter it's own kind.
Draco dropped to the ground and stared as the Nazgul's body shattered into dust. The ringwraith who just killed it's buddy stood frozen at what it just did and suddenly swung its sword at her making her yelp as she ducked downwards only to watch as a few strands of her hair was sliced off. "Mother fucker!" Draco yelled in rage as she went after the bastard that just sliced her hair, she yanked her sword out in rage. However as she lundged foreward the Nazgul swung it's sword and had quickly disarmed her. Draco quickly held a nervous look on her face as she watched her sword go flying a few feet away from her.
The nazgul quickly grabbed her by the front of her shirt as it yanked her up off the ground before she had a chance to bolt or fully react to her situation. She stared into it's face that was hidden by shadows. The putrid smell of decay rolled off it's breath almost making her gag. Her eyes widen in horror as it raised it's sword, It was prepairing to run it's sword through her. She heard Frodo scream in pain in the background but she was more worried by what was about to happen to her. She was squirming in it's grasp and was even kicking outwards in hopes of breaking free, however it had a iron tight grasp on her.
However Strider came flying out of nowhere with a lit torch in one hand and sword in the other. Things seemed to happen so quickly after that. One minute she was almost ready for death and the next she found herself tossed into a stone pillar with enough force that knocked her out cold insteantly upon impact and knew nothing more. The sounds of battle echoed in the far distance. The shout of her name was filled with deep concern, fear and worry also echoed somewhere in the back of her mind as well as the feeling of hands touching her. However her mind was being pulled else where.
Her mind showed treasure as far as the eyes could see. A stone grave that had been broken into by what appeared to be by a grave robber. A slender hand pulling a glowing white stone with multicolors swirling around inside it out of the tomb leaving behind what appeared to be skeleton or mummified remains of a dwarf. The name Thorin Oakensheild could be faintly seen on a broken stone slab of the grave. Images shifted back towards a town floating on the water, before the feeling of being pulled under the water's surface to see a dragon with an black arrow in it's chest. The chest was glowing a bright orange and the dragon's eyes than snapped open as the dragon seemed to lundge foreward with jaws wide open towards her.
Draco's eyes snapped open as she bolted up right with a loud gasp. She found herself in a forest wrapped in a warm blanket. Near her Frodo was in very bad shape and was making strange sounds of pain. He honestly looked like he was turning into a walker or some kind of zombie. Draco hated zombies with a passion and fearing what was happening to Frodo she quickly moved away from him. Just in case if he suddenly developed a taste for fleash.
"Draco, your awake!" Merry said in relief as he noticed her sitting up right and was now a good couple of feet away from Frodo.
"Wha-what happened? Where's Sam...Strider? What the fuck happened to Frodo? Also where the hell are Nazguls?" She asked in fury of questions as she looked deeply confused, disoriented, and still looked ill.
"You been out for awhile...did you know that you even flich away at contact in your sleep? Also why does the area near your heart glow orange?!" Pippin asked her.
"Where's Strider and Sam?" She asked again as she forced herself up to her feet despite the pain coursing through her body. She had no desire to tell Pippin or Merry anything. Especially when she had no answers to give them.
"They went to look for some kind of herb to slow the posion in Frodo's body. You should rest Draco, you are sick and even hurt." Merry said.
"What way did they go?" She demanded coldly as she grabbed her knife since she had no idea where the sword that strider gave her disappeared to. Besides the fact she had no idea how to bloody use it.
"Draco, you need to rest. Strider and Sam both told us to make sure you-"
"I WILL NOT ASK AGAIN, WHICH WAY DID THEY GO!?" Draco shouted as Smaug's voice escaped her once more as her eyes glowed brightly in a inhuman like way as she snarled deeply this time barring her teeth at them in a inhuman like way that truly frightened the two hobbits. Unknown to her at the time when she bared her teeth, that they had sharpened in a unnatural way to the point that they now resembled razor sharp fangs.
"They went that way." The two hobbits said quickly as they pointed in the direction Strider and Sam had wondered off. Draco waisted no time as she went after the two other members of the group. She moved swiftly through the forest as she rarely made a sound as she moved. It was as though her body had a mind of it's own as she ran, or rather as though someone else took control of it as she moved swiftly. Her eyes were scanning the forest with frightening speed and in complete detail through the darkness.
She soon came to a slow walk when saw a being holding blade to strider's throat. With a deep anger filled snarl escaped her as she gripped her knife as she approached. "What is a ranger doing way out here and so off guard?" The female voice teased him. Strider looked a bit annoyed that he let his guard down however out of the corner of his eye he saw a pair of glowing reptilian like eyes approaching them slowly along with a glint of a razor sharp kitchen knife.
"Draco!" Strider yelled in warning.
"Draco?" the being asked in confusion only to freeze as she felt the sharp blade of a knife gently poke her in the back near her spine.
"I wouldn't if I was you...now drop your weapon or my knife is going straight into your spine which will paralyze you from the waist down for the rest of your life making you unable to walk ever again." Draco hissed in a deadly tone as smaug's voice seemed to echo lighly under her natural voice. The being slowly moved her sword away from strider's throat and she dropped the blade to her side. Draco just kept the knife there in warning so the stranger wouldn't try anything.
"Draco...lower your knife." Strider said as he moved to look at the child who glared at him. "She is no enemy."
"She was the one with the blade to your throat!" Draco snapped.
"And your the one currently with the knife to my back." The woman said in annoyance as she turned her head to look at who was holding a knife at her back. Only to be taken back at the sight f a young child with glowing reptilian like eyes. "A child?" She asked in disbelief at how a young child had snuck up on them.
"Draco...she's not an enemy...yes, she held the sword to my neck...but she was just doing her job since she was patrolling the area...near her home. Now please lower your blade." Strider said as Draco glared at the woman and than at him. With a frustrated snarl she lowered her knife blade and took a few steps away from the woman. Much to strider's relief.
"Draco-" Srider started but she had already turned and began walking away. He sighed as he ran a hand through his hair as the woman turned to look at him for answers. "I'll exsplain latter. Right now I have one hobbit in desperate need of elvish medicine...he was stabbed by a moagul blade. Draco who you just meet is also in need of elvish healer but her condition is not as serious as Frodo's is."
"I will take them both with me to rivendale." She said firmly as concern could be heard in her voice.
"I normally would agree...but the problem is that Draco trusts no one. Not even the hobbits or myself. From what I also understand she doesn't even trust Gandalf. I don't think it would be wise to take her with you along with Frodo. Just take Frodo with you for now." Strider said.
"She might open up more towards a female companion rather than being around so many males." The woman said softly.
"I don't think she will...I mean she was being serious about stabbing you without any hesistation just now." Strider said frowning.
"However I know you wouldn't have allowed her to do so. She might be young but I can tell she listens to you." She said slowly as she took a step closer to him.
"Draco...she's wrapped in so much darkness and I don't know if anyone can help her back in to the light." Strider said.
"It will take time...I know Lord Elron will be able to help her." She said softly to erase hs concerns on the child.
"Arwen..." He said softly as he leaned slightly closer to her.
"If you two are going to make out...at least do it when you don't have someone dying and in desperate need of medical attention! I mean seriously, Frodo looks ready to turn into a fucken walker for crying out loud and I rather not deal with a fucken zombie, so can we please get him some damn medical attention. Before I say screw it and just put him out of his misery myself!" Draco snarled loudly making the two snap their heads to her location as she was glaring at them.
"Draco!" Strider yelled as his face tured a deep red color in embarrassment. The woman known as Arwen also had a deep blush on her face at what the child was saying. Draco rolled her eyes as she turned and began walking futher up the embankment as the two followed her.
To Be Continued...