Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings and I most certainly don't earn money from it.

A.N: Sorry, sorry, sorry. It has been so long since I have update but I have exams in less than two weeks.

Happy Birthday Nina!

"Hello Nina." Said Megan slyly.

I glanced up then looked away, not interested in what she had to say, I felt exhausted and just wanted to go to bed.

"What do you want Megan?"

"You missed the party, what happened, thought it would be too much for your dreary, pathetic, personality? No date to go with? I had a great time with Éomer. Don't you have thing for him"

"No. Actually I was busy looking after dying men and elves who had been left by everybody else. What about you, you mangy scrap of a fucking slut?"

The look on Megan's face was gold, seriously gold and made an okay late present. Her mouth dropped open so much to the point I could see her tonsils. Her eyes widened to the size of saucers and bulged out of her sockets and her skin lost all colour. She looked like a goldfish that had been hit over the head with an anchor and forgotten to drop dead. What a pity.

"Might want to close your mouth Megan, so unattractive. You look like your brains might fall out, but it would make so little difference as you have one the size of a peahen."

Megan's jaw snapped shut and she let out an outraged scream, swinging her fist at me. I dodged it easily and twisted her arm behind her back.

'Tempting isn't to break her arm. Go on, you know you want to. Just a little further, hear that crack and scream.'

I shook my head, shocked and horrified by my thoughts, feeling thoroughly sick with myself and her. I pushed her away from me, but she was on an outraged fueled insanity. She lunged at me and took me by surprise. We tumbled down onto the ground and she tried to claw at my face, but I had gotten over the shock and pushed my legs up, into her chest causing her to fly off me and giving me time to roll back onto my feet and prepare for her next attack. She attempted to kick me in the face but I dodged it again and sent my elbow into her nose, hearing a satisfying crack and then sending an open palm into her shoulder, sending her to sprawl backwards. She leapt up, her nose bleeding profusely. I didn't give her a chance to make another move as I ran forward, placed me foot on her knee and pushed myself up with enough force to slam my booted foot into her face, bursting open her lip. I then pressed down on a nerve where the neck and shoulder slid into one, causing her to collapse. I froze and caught her. I lay her down and ran.

'What the hell is wrong with me?'

I ran into my room, slammed the door close and threw up. I was certain that I was suffering from shock. I had spent my birthday in the middle of a very bloody battle and the next few days watching people die, so fair enough, but what had shaken me was my growing violent thoughts towards Megan. Now I had always had rather nasty and cruel daydreams about her, but not like this. I had been very close to acting upon them and they were not in a joking manner. I rolled over and wished that one of my friends was here. Maybe Owen, the ever sensible, calm and clever Owen, a brilliant trumpet player. Maybe Anyanka, apathetic, sharp and indifferent expect when it came to the 1812 overture and V for Vendetta who also played trombone with surprising passion for her stern demeanor. Possibly Thomas, hotheaded, snarky, brash and irrepressible, but surprisingly shrewd. Any of them would do. They would tell me what to do in this situation. I sighed and curled up to sleep, wondering if they were ok. They would be worried sick by now. A knot in my stomach had formed and the thought of them running around looking for me made the knot increase unpleasantly. Even Anyanka would be running around searching for me. I hoped they would look after mum and dad for me. Oh God, what about Emma, my sister. I felt the knot twist its' way up my thought and I swallowed, hard. I willed myself to sleep and just managed to succeed. My face was wet though when I fell asleep.

'I am an idiot of the highest order. Now, no more cry. And I mean it this time. You are going to get out of this world ALIVE and get back home to have a proper birthday with the people who matter. Note to self: Hug Anyanka and see how she reacts.'

I yawned, stretched and had just finished getting dressed when there was a furious knocking on my door.

I paused before "Enter!"

The door flew open to reveal Legolas, Megan, Aragorn and Éomer.

"WHAT DID YOU DO?" howled Legolas.

He was suddenly inches from my face and had grabbed my arm in a bruise, vice-like grip. I stared at him in shock and sent Aragorn a look, who was looking equally surprised.

"Could you be more specific? I have done a lot things today, do you want a list?"

'Nina, did you snort coke in your sleep? What's you with you gurl? You are facing an extremely angry elf.'

I swear, there was steam coming out of his ears and it would have been funny if the anger was being currently directed at me.

"What did you do to Megan?" hissed Legolas.

Megan was smirking over his shoulder.

"Knock her out. It's not my fault she's a pathetic fighter."

"You called her a slut!"

"Well she is. Shall we make a list of the guys she being flirt with!? There's you, Haldir, Éomer,…"

Legolas shook me and I stared at him in shock.

'Right! Enough is enough.'

I punched him soundly on the jaw. I kind of wished Gimlí had been there. It would have probably made him laugh and forever tease him, but alas he was not. Legolas was cradling his face, staring at me in utter shock. Megan had a look of fury and horror on her face, while Araogrn and Éomer were looking disapproving.

"Will you all go away! NOW! I am sick and tired of you all acting like three year olds. I have not slept or eaten properly in nearly three days because I have been busying in the Healing House. You know! Where the wounded and dying soldiers go. The ones all of you left on the battlefield to rot, not caring one jot about them. I had expected that you lot might be a wee bit interested in it, you know there are yourmen, but I guess that expectation was too high. And, to add salt to the wound, you went off and partied, while some of us were collecting the ones who had fallen. When you think it can't get any better, had my birthday when we were fighting. Yeah, I had my birthday that day and instead of cake I got a bloody field! You are all pathetic. Now, get out!"

The astonished group seemed to be frozen in horror, but they turned and left so silent you could hear a pin drop. I flopped back on the bed and sighed. I could image Thomas' voice after watching that whole scene, showing off his shark-like teeth in his usual grin and being doubled up with laughter.

'Better Nina? You should. No really, you should. They deserved it, the fools. I would never forget your birthday. They could have taken a hint.'

'Oh Thomas, I wish you were here to laugh at me. I could you really do with someone laughing at me.'

There was a soft knock on the door.

"Nina?"

I bolted upright and leapt towards the door and peered around it frowning. It was Haldir! His pale face appeared around the door. He looked nervous.

"Happy birthday Nina."

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