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Naneth-- mother
Neth min-- young one
Ada-- father
My Little Fighter: Chapter one: Aftermath
Maethoriel tired to sit up in her bed, but she was pushed back down by one of her uncles. "You need your rest, neth min," Elladan said.
"I do not! It was barely considered an attack!" Maethoriel argued.
Elladan sighed. "I'll go get Elessar," he told his brother.
"That's hardly necessary!" She called after Elladan. She tried to get up again. She had to stop him or she would be stuck in her room for the rest of the day.
"Lay down," Elrohir ordered, pushing his niece back onto the pillows.
"I don't need any rest!" Maethoriel said loudly. She closed her eyes, feeling slightly dizzy. Elrohir placed a hand on her shoulder, concerned. Her breath had just begun to return to her and she had lost it by raising her voice. The burning in her chest that had begun to subside flared up again. She resisted the urge to put her hands to her chest. She opened her eyes again. "It wasn't even an attack! I was merely out of breath," As she spoke she began to lose her breath again.
"You don't call collapsing in the courtyard an attack? Or that we had to coach your breathing, just to get you back up here? And you don't call this the aftermath?" Elrohir said, getting upset. She crossed her arms and looked at the high ceiling. She refused to give in to the fact that her uncle was winning. "Mae, I'm sorry you had an attack, but you need your rest. You know that."
"I know. I just don't want to be stuck in here for the rest of the day," she said, glancing at her uncle. Or the week if naneth has her way, she thought.
Mae looked toward the door as her father came in, followed by Elladan. "Let me speak to her alone," Aragorn said. "But I want you two to wait for me outside the door."
Elrohir and Elladan left closing the door behind them. "How are you feeling?" He asked sitting on the side of the bed.
"I'm fine," She stated. Aragorn gave her a look that said: 'don't you dare lie to me.' Maethoriel looked into her ada's eyes. "My chest really hurts." her voice cracked as she spoke.
"Shh…"Aragorn said pushing her hair out of her face. Her face was still a deep red. Elladan said it was almost purple. "I know it hurts. You need to stay in here for a while." A while meant: 'don't take a step out of this room until told to do so or it's absolutely necessary.'
"But it's so boring in here," she said.
"I know, darling. We'll do something together, later when it's cooler out. Okay?"
"Okay," she said, opening her arms for a hug.
Aragorn hugged her tightly. "I'll be back with something for the burning, okay?" he asked. She nodded. "Lie still until I get back." She nodded.
Aragorn slipped out the door and turned to face his foster brothers. "Would either of you like to explain to me how my daughter got an attack?" he asked.
"Well," began Elrohir. The king stood with his arms crossed, clearly angered. When he was angry he could be very intimidating.
"I want the truth," Aragorn said.
"We were helping her with her fighting," Elladan admitted.
"I told you, no matter what she says or does; do not help her. She can't handle all the activity," Aragorn said, exasperated.
"We know. We just… she grovels!" Elrohir argued.
"I don't care! I don't want her fighting. It makes her weak and you obviously saw how it affects her breathing," he said.
"It won't happen again," Elladan said quickly before Aragorn got too angry.
"I'll deal with you two later," Aragorn sighed. "Right now Maethoriel needs medicine."
"What exactly are you going to do?" Elrohir asked.
"Haven't decided. But when I do decide you'll be the first to know," Aragorn said, turning to go down to the Houses of Healing.
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Maethoriel sighed, hearing her father talking with Elladan and Elrohir. It wasn't really their fault. She promised that she's say something if the physical activity became too unbearable and she didn't. She decided she'd try to her father to ease their punishment.
She rolled over in her bed to look out the window. It was such a beautiful day and she had to waste it sitting in her room. Part of her really wanted to get up and leave the room. She wanted to go hide from the guards, like what she used to do. Which was purely for fun. Thought she never wanted to scare her parents, though that couldn't be helped. It was always too much fun to see the guards' faces when the realized she was gone.
She sighed and rolled onto her back. If my chest didn't hurt so much right now I'd go find a place to hide. She thought. Maethoriel needed something fun to do, not staring at the wall or reading or taking a nap like her parents wanted her to.
She sat up in her bed feeling like her lungs were closing in. She noticed her breathing had become shallower. Maethoriel grabbed a pillow and leaned against the head board. She hugged the pillow tightly to her. She always felt it helped to hug something whenever her breathing got like this.
She covered her mouth with the pillow, forcing herself to breathe through her nose. She gripped the pillow as she forced her lungs to fill with oxygen. She slowly let the breath out. The burning was gone, but a heavy feeling too it's place, restricting her air. She started to panic, breathing more quickly, trying to force more air into her lungs. This hurt more and she gripped the pillow tightly as the pain grew. No matter how she sat, laid or stood the heaviness never went away.
Please ada, hurry up. She thought. Tears were being pulled to her eyes in fright and frustration. She tried to breathe and force her lungs to expand. By doing this as much as she was she found that she was quickly becoming dizzy. Crying won't help anything. It'll make everything worse. Maethoriel bit her tongue to keep from crying. Ada please hurry!
Maethoriel closed her eyes as she heard the welcoming sound of the door opening. Aragorn rushed over to her bedside, seeing his daughter struggling to breathe. He set the medicine he was carrying on the bedside table.
He pulled her into his lap, holding her tightly. "I can't breathe," She managed. Maethoriel laid her head on his chest.
"Shh, shh," Aragorn soothed, stroking her hair. "Breathe in through your nose." Aragorn spoke calmly and gently as he held her. "Out through your mouth." He coached her breathing like this until she could breathe normally on her own.
Maethoriel could never keep her breathing under her own control for very long after an attack. She had to be coached until her breath was hers again. This was never predictable. This time it seemed as though she as alright and she could breathe, until just now.
Once she could breathe again Aragorn pulled her away to look at her. He pushed her hair out of her face. Her color had returned, but not she looked weary. "You look exhausted," he said gently.
"Will you stay here?" Mae asked, looking pleadingly into her ada's eyes.
He looked into his daughter's blue-grey eyes. He had some business to attend to. Of course he did, he was king, but his daughter more important at the moment. Everything else could wait. His children would always come first. "Alright," he said. And how could he saw no to those eyes? He hated seeing her eyes so full of fear. "Let me send a guard to tell your mother I'll be in here the rest of the day." Maethoriel smiled, feeling all her head beginning to fade away. "While I go put some medicine on your chest." She nodded, not in the mood to argue.
She watched as her father went out the door. She looked over at the bowl resentfully. It had a small amount of different crushed herbs inside it. She hated the smell. Her parents said it would help soothe her. It never really did, but not wanting another scolding she reached for t he bowl.
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