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Draco walked ahead of Arwen and Strider grumbling bitterly under her breath as they hurried back to the others. She was worried and concerned for Frodo's well being however she didn't understand what the hell was happening to him. No posion that she knew or heard of had that kind of effect on a person. Also she was very uneasy about Frodo's condition since he looked like he was going to turn into a damn zombie or walker at any minute. She hated zombies with a passion. However it did not really stop her from watching movies or tv shows about them since she would get hooked on the story line of what she was watching.
If Frodo was turning into a zombie, it would be for the best to end his existence now before he gained the taste for fleash. The last thing she wanted to deal with was a senerio from Resident evil or the walking dead. However it brought up one little problem. The damn horocrux ring. She knew in the far back of her mind Frodo was the one who needed to destroy the ring, but if they had to kill him...who would be the one to carry such a task in seeing to the ring's destruction? She growled loudly under her breath since she knew the ring would try and corrupt the person which would lead to a bigger mess to deal with.
However she was not effected by the ring at all, she could not hear it's voice and she felt absoultly nothing for the ring. Maybe it was because the ring thought or believed she was going to help it return to it's Dark Lord when in reality she had no intention of being someone or anyone's puppet. However in the long run it would honestly mean she would have to be the one to destroy the ring and even carry it all the way to Mordor. Than again she could just give it to Lord Elrond of Rivendale and have him find some fool to take up such a task and see to it's destruction instead of her. After all this wasn't her problem or world to deal with. All she wanted was to be turned back to her normal self. She hated being a child again with a passion.
"Draco, Arwen and I were not making out." Strider told her firmly. Draco stopped to face him and raised a slender eye brow at him.
"Sure you weren't...Care to exsplain why you were leaning so close to her like you were about to pull her into your arms and kiss her deeply in a romatic way than?" She questioned in a flat emotionless tone. Strider's face flushed and could not believe he was exsplaining himself to a child who was no older than five possibly six summers old.
"Draco... Strider and I are just friends." Arwen said softly. Draco stared at her as her eye twitched in irritation.
"Oh please...I'm no fool or an idiot. I can clearly tell you two are way more than just friends. Also just so we are clear...you both suck at lying or trying to deny something that you two clearly know is the truth." Draco said as she turned to continued walking. Strider and Arwen shared a look as though they were ready to start pointing at each other and blame the other for this mess or slip up. "Hurry up you two love birds, unless you want some alone time to-"
"Don't even go there or even say it!" Strider yelled cutting her off.
"I was just going to say share a kiss and maybe even a hug or two. Just what do you think I was going to say or suggest Strider?" Draco asked in a evil sly tone as she turned to face him. Her eyes sparked with mischief. Strider's eyes widen at that as he stared at her. Arwen blushed and cleared her throat.
"Draco, a young lady shouldn't speak like that...especially a child." She said softly in a scolding tone with a deep embarrassed blush on her face. Draco only smirked as she saw how uneasy the two looked.
"Believe me, I could have said much worst." Draco said making Arwen's eyes widen as Strider looked like he was going to die of embarrassment or go very pale at her words. Draco turned away and quicken her pace back to the others. Inside her head she was laughing loudly at this. However as she placed her free hand inside her left jean pocket she blinked in surprise as she pulled out her ipod with it's earbuds still connected to it. She never even relised it had been inside her pocket this entire time. Before Strider or arwen could see it she quickly shoved it back inside her jean pocket once more. How the hell did I not notice that my ipod was with me, sooner? She wondered to herself. The moment she was alone she would check on her ipod to see if it was still working or not.
They soon reached he others. Frodo looked worse than before, if that was even possible as he made pain filled sounds. Sam must have returned to the group a few minutes ago since he looked frustrated. He must not have been able to locate the herb to help Frodo out or something. Pippin and Merry looked relieved to see Strider and herself. However the three hobbits insteantly raised their weapons when they saw Arwen.
"It's alright...She's-" Strider started but was quickly interrupted.
"Strider's lover." Draco said bluntly making Strider make a strangle like sound at her words as his exspresion went priceless at her choice of words. Arwen's face flushed a deep red color at her words as she tried to avoid eye contact with anyone. The three hobits lowered their weapons as they stared at Arwen and than to Strider.
"Draco!" Strider yelled at the child.
"Truth hurts don't it?" She asked with a emotionless exspression as Strider began doing a perfect impression of a fish out of water at her words. "So if your done acting like a fish out of water, can we please get back at the task at hand...like helping Frodo before he goes all zombie or something on us." Draco suggested as she eyed Frodo incase he went blood thirsty or something. Her hand never let go of the knife she still held in her right hand incase she had to deal with a zombie.
Almost insteantly Arwen approached Frodo to exaime him and to see what she could do to help him. Strider gave up trying to speak with Draco about his relationship with Arwen. Incase he said something that would make her fire back with something that could seriously embarrass Arwen and himself further. "Will he be okay?" Pippin asked her as she exaimed Frodo's condition. Stridre approached with a worried exspression as he handed his torch to Sam to hold for him.
"He needs my father...if he is to survive." Arwen said as Strider picked Frodo up while Draco placed her knife back inside her bag silently while no one was looking. She glanced around for her missing sword but found that it was no where to be found. It was most likely left behind at the watch tower. She sighed in annoyance and hoped it wasn't too exspensive. The voice in her head only snorted at her concern but said nothing on the subject.
"But Rivendale is six days away, he'll never make it!" Sam yelled only to fall silent as Arwen's horse suddenly approached and appeared out of the shadows. Draco silently watched as Arwen got on her horse as Strider handed Frodo over to her. She seemed to hesistate for a moment as she glanced towards Draco.
"Arwen, go...we will catch up." Strider said firmly. Arwen gave him a irritated look.
"You and I know that I can take one more with me." She hissed softly at him in elvish. However Draco could strangely understand what the two were saying as though they were still speaking in English.
"Arwen...it's not safe or wise. You know of my reasons and I will not be changing my mind on the matter." Strider said to her in the same language.
"Strider-" She growled at him in warning. Frodo made a pain filled sound and she gave Strider a dark look before she urged her horse to take off quickly since Frodo's condition was becoming more serious with each passing moment. Strider knew Arwen was so going to give him an ear full when they meet again. Draco watched as Arwen left with Frodo and was rather thankful the horse had not noticed her or else more than just Frodo would be in serious condition. However something on the ground caught her attention as she reached down to pick it up. Her face paled slightly at what she just picked up. Hanging off a chain was the damn horocrux ring, the same damn thing that was causing all this fuss. Frodo had somehow dropped the ring. If it wasn't for the weird ability to locate treasure the horocrux ring would have been unconsciously left behind and forgotten.
"You have got to be kidding me...the barrel rider's newphew...left the ring of power behind! Not even the barrel rider was that careless with it, when it was in his possession!"
I don't think it was intentional...however..this leaves me in a awkward position as to what to do with it. Draco thought back to the voice.
"You could just leave it behind and let some other fool find it."
Sure, abandoned the horocrux and allow it sudduce some poor fool into giving it to it's dark master and doom the whole world. I might not care for people or even like them but even I am not that bloody cold or cruel.
"Tch...this would be so much easier if we just flew the damn ring ourselves to Mordor and destroyed it our selves."
Incase you haven't noticed...I don't have wings or a bloody plane to use to get there, let alone know the bloody way to this Mordor! She snapped coldly to the voice in her head. The voice said nothing to her and for some reason it worried her. Especially when she suddenly felt something shift under her skin again like it was testing something or a theory out. It also sent a pain shooting across her back like a wildfire. Draco had to bite the inside of her lip to keep herself from screaming out in raw pain. However the pain just as quickly as it had flared up had calmed down.
"Yes...that will do nicely...it wont be long now..." The voice purred in amusement.
What are you talking about? Draco asked in a worried tone.
"Nothing that you need to concern yourself with, at least not yet."
What do you mean by that!? She yelled in a panic at the voice that only chuckled deeply and refused to answer her.
"Draco, are you alright? You look rather pale." Strider asked her when he noticed how her hair seemed to be standing on end and how all color seemed to drain from her face at the same time.
"It's nothing." She said quickly as she hid what she found inside her hand before any of them noticed what she had picked up off the ground.
"We should get moving." Strider said as he used his lit torch to guide their way. The hobbits followed him as Draco followed behind them. She glanced down at the ring, before she stuffed it in her right pocket for safe keeping. She would return it to Frodo once she reached Rivendale. Just why the hell couldn't they have gone with the basilisk plan in the first place? True it had a major flaw in the plan and that delt with the basilisk's eyes of death. However blinding the creature would solve that nasty little problem, just how to do it safely was the bigger problem and it would need a great sacrifice on a wizard's part. Gandalf was so going to have his staff broken or a well aimed kick between the legs depending on her temper when she meets him again.
They soon found a place to rest. The three hobbits fell asleep almost insteantly. Draco sat there looking out into the darkness. Strider than looked at her. "Get some rest. I'll keep watch." Strider said to her.
"I rather take my chances, just in case another lover of yours shows up out of no where and tries to decapitate you or something." Draco said with a evil smirk on her face as Strider nearly choked on his flask of water at her choice of words. He coughed violentlyt for a few minutes as Draco waited for him to catch his breath and stop his coughing fit.
"Arwen, is not my lover!" He hissed loudly at her as he put away the flask of water so he would not awake the three hobbits.
"You can deny all you want...but you're lying. I saw the way you were watching her." Draco stated as she stared at him. "The heart knows what the heart wants."
"What would you know...you're only a child." Strider said as he glared at her. Draco felt her temper flare at his words, however she pushed it away for now as an evil thought came to her as her eyes glinted in a evil way. Oh she could not wait until they learned the truth about her situation, oh how she was going to snap a picture of their exspressions with her ipod.
"You're right...I am just a kid. However since your an adult...that means you can answer my harmless little question than." She said as made the word's most creepiest, purely evil and demonic looking Cheshire cat like grin ever imaginable.
"What question?" Strider asked neverously upon seeing that evil grin of her's.
"Where do babies come from?" Draco asked in a cute innocent type of tone. Strider's eyes practically widen and looked ready to faint at her question.
"I-I'm sorry but what did you just asked?" He stuttered hoping he heard the question incorrectly.
"I asked where do babies come from?" She repeated with her grin widening if that was even possible.
"Look at the time, it's time for us to get some rest so we can continue our long journey!" Strider yelled nervously and yet trying to keep his voice down so he wouldn't wake the hobbits up or cause anything that might be out for a meal to locate them. Draco watched how nervous she had made him and resisted the urge to start laughing however she just decided to tease him some more.
"Oh come on...you can at least answer my harmless little question. Think of it as practice when you have your own child or children with Arwen." Draco said with a slight purr like growl to her words. Strider made a strangle like sound of embarrassment once again making her smirk even wider. Strider's face was flushing deeply and it was deeply amusing her.
"Good night, Draco!" Strider quickly as he laid down and faked going to sleep. Draco snorted.
"This conversation is far from over...Strider." She purred in evil amusement as she eventually laid down to get some sleep. She could have sworn she heard Strider whimpear at her words. Draco grinned the next few days was so going to be fun. Maybe she could get the hobbts to join her on the teasing. She eventually drifted off to sleep. Only to see images of a town on fire floating on a lake, A black arrow, Treasure, someone by the name of Thorin Oakensheild doing a balancing act on a dragon's wide open mouth as the dragon was clearly trying to eat him, dark murky water's were a dragon rests at the bottom of what appeared to be a lake, The dragon's eyes were satrring right at her as it snarled. Soon the images she was seeing changed to something much darker like someone or something was trying to warn her of something.
An image of a very bueatiful female elf being captured by orcs, how some elves that were mostly guards had been slaughtered by the orcs. It had been an ambush, a clever trap that the orcs had set up for the elves. The female elf struggled and screamed as her captors brought her to a dark and terrifying place. The place most likely was Mordor. The orcs than presented their prisoner infront of a being wearing terrifying black armor looking down right terrifying and truly demonic. The female elf appeared to be a queen or even a princess judging by her appearance alone. She had long flowing platinum blond hair and icy blue color eyes. Her pale gown was ripped and torn in places showing she had tried to fight her captors but it proved to be useless.
The female elf glared at the being in the dark evil looking armor. The being only laughed before he grabbed her roughly and began dragging her down a hallway. She was struggling against her captor as she tried to desperately free herself as the being in the black armor who suddenly yanked her towards what appeared to be bedroom. He spun the female elf so she could face him. She stared at him with a mixture of fear, horror and anger. 'You will give me an heir, Lesgalen...also you will never see your precious Thranduil again or even your worthless child...for you now belong to me now and forever more.' The being in black armor hissed making the female elf's eyes widen in pure horror, dread and terror. She seemed to yell something as she struggled to free herself but the being proved to be much stronger than her as he dragged her inside the room. The heavy black doors than slamed close behind them shortly followed by a loud percing scream of pure terror along with evil laughter.
The images shifted to show Lesgalen in dark prison cell sitting on the floor. Her hair seemed much longer than before showing that many years had passed since her capture and torture. She wore dark clothing that almost looked like something the grim reaper would have worn or something along those lines. She looked so truamatised, sad, and even ill. She looked like a broken a former shell of what she once was and it hurt seeing her like this. Draco wanted to do something but she could not move or even say a word as Lesgalen slowly turned to look up at her. "Help...me." She cried in a weak voice as she seemed to stare right at Draco likeshe was standing right there in front of her. Lesgalen's hand reached out towards her. Before Lesgalen could touch her.
Draco's eyes snapped open as she woke insteantly with a start. Her chest glowed a bright orange just as red hot agonizing pain shot across her chest far stronger than anything she ever felt before. Draco could not stop the scream of pain that escaped her mouth. Almost insteantly Strider was beside her along with the hobbits. They had all been awoken by her scream of pain.
"That's not normal is it?" Pippin asked in concern as he watched how Draco was gripping her chest as the glowing orange light could be seen shining from under her clothes. She was paler than normal, shaking violently and was squeezing her eyes close in pain.
"Pippin!" Merry and Sam scolded him.
"Does this seriously look normal to you!?" Draco spat in rage as her eyes shifted to their reptilian appearance as she forced her eyes open to glare at Pippin. He jumped back in fear from her percing glare and gulped slightly.
"Draco...Please calm down. You're only making this worse." Strider said when he noticed how the glow seemed to grow brighter as Draco became more agitated and frustrated. He also briefly noticed how her lips curled back to reveal her teeth that seemed to slightly sharpen unnaturally at the same time. Draco snarled at him as she forced herself to calm down just as she waited for the pain to die down and fade away like it normally would. It took a few minutes but the pain went away as did the glow. Strider looked deeply concerned and he waited until whatever was happening with Draco had fully gone away. "I think I should carry you, Draco." Strider said softly as he looked at her.
"I'll be fine." Draco said softly.
"Draco-" Strider started.
"I'll let you carry me if you answer my question from last night in full detail." Draco said with a evil grin while making Strider's eyes widen at her words.
"What question?" Merry asked. Draco watched strider quietly for a moment or two to see what he would do.
"You're too young to know the answer to that question. Fine...i'll let you walk...but the moment you begin to grip your chest, i'm carrying you." Strider said firmly as he walked away.
"Fine..whatever." Draco hissed softly as she watched him.
"Hello, what question?" Merry asked.
"Nothing to concern yourself with." Draco said sighing. However the name Lesgalen troubled her and the images she saw linked to that name worried her deeply. She wanted to help the female elf, really she did but just who was she and just what was she seeing? Was that something from the past, present or future? The voice in her head said nothing to her and she had no idea what to do. She did not want to sound like a crazy person so she kept what she saw to herself.
They soon began traveling again. Strider stayed close to Draco's side deeply troubled and worried about her well being. The hobbits were worried as well at how silent Draco had become after her odd illness. They traveled for hours in a thick errie silence and only took short breaks. Draco did not protest when they offered her food since she knew it would be pointless to refuse with the way Strider was hovering around her like a mother hen. It was annoying. However as they traveled Draco would check to make sure the ring was still safe. It was still there. However when they came to a place to rest for the night. Draco moved away from the group to check on her ipod. It was still working with a full battery.
As much as she wanted to listen to it she didn't. She placed it back inside her pocket once more, only to see glowing blue flame like spheres again reappear. She narrowed her eyes a bit, just as she started to follow them once more. However She didn't go too much further because sheknew the others would worry, especially the mother hen of the group Strider. She turned away from the light and headed back towards the group. Unaware of a pair of glowing orange snake like eyes had been watching her before they disappeared into the darkness once more. She reached the others. The hobbits had gone to sleep since they were exhaughted from the long trip. She slowly sat down near the fire watching how the flames danced and moved softly.
"Your troubled by something." Strider stated as he watched her.
"I'm troubled by a lot of things...nothing to concern yourself with." She said softly.
"Draco, it's not healthy to bottle things inside all the time." Strider said with a sigh.
Draco narrowed her eyes a bit before letting out a soft sigh. "Whose Lesgalen?" She asked softly.
"Where did you learn that name?" Strider asked her out of curiousity.
"Heard it mensioned once or twice." Draco said softly not feeling like trying to exsplain herself.
"She was the queen of Mirkwood. King Thranduil's wife and mother to their only child, Prince Legolas. She and her guards were killed in an ambush by orcs...there were no survivors. The dead were left to rot and all that was found of the queen was her blood stained dress that was badly torn and shreaded. I do not suggest bringing this up with anyone from Mirkwood." Strider said. "Why are you asking about her?"
"Just curious...that's all." Draco said. Oh how she wanted to say more on the subject but feared how Strider would react. Strider sighed and shook his head.
"You are strange for child...if I didn't know better I would swear you're more like an adult." Strider said.
"If only you knew." Draco said bitterly under breath that went unheard as she laid down to get some rest. Her dreams only replayed images of a town on fire, a black arrow, a dragon under water. She had no dreams of lesgalen, the dark being or that of Thorin. Morning came and the small group traveled once more. The days and nights went by as the small group finally reached Rivendale. By this time Draco wanted nothing more than a very hot bath, clean clothes and very soft bed to sleep in. However she had dark circles under her eyes showing she had not been sleeping well or if any. Her skin was paler than it should have been even under all the dirt and grime on her.
One elf came to greet them. "Welcome to Rivendale, I'm lord Elrond." He said as he greeted them. "I will have someone show you to your rooms, so you can freshen up and relax."
"Ada...Afterwards...Draco will need to be seen by a healer as soon as possible. She is not well." Strider said softly as a few elves arrived to lead the hobbits and the child to their rooms so they could relax. Lord Elron watched how the child would grimace in pain and clutch the area of her heart that most elves had not noticed.
"Come with me...and tell me what ills her." Lord elron said as Strider walked with him. Strider than slowly began exsplaining what he been seeing with child. Lord Elron frowned since he never heard of any kind of illness like this before. The fact the child had fallen down such a dark path was troubling as well.
To Be Continued...