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RE: fána en' seere, dolen caure - Veil of Peace, Hidden Fear - No More People on: January 11, 2007 10:21
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Gilly stood protectively beside the bedside of Merry. She watched every move that the man who entered did. Trust did not come easily for her, especially with this man. She was fiercely protective of her master. Absently, the female hobbit fingered the ring upon her finger.
Dimmly, Merry was aware of Aragorn speaking, or at least he knew someone was talking to him, trying to get him to drink something quite bitter. He tried, but found swallowing quite painful.
Gilly nodded her head firmly. "All right," she said gruffly. She stared at the elf that strode into the room suddenly. Her eyes widen and she steps back slightly. She felt her warriness double, but this was different. She felt she might be able to trust this being, unlike the other. She scowled at the elf non-the-less. "Don' touch a hair on his head," she warned, "You'll have to get through me first if you wish to try."
OOC: This a JP between myself and ElfmaidenofLorien and the first couple is by nippip_dna_yrrem or yrrem_dna_nippin. We need a person to play Grima, where did our Grima go?
BIC: As the sun slowly sank behind the hills and turned the sky a violent shade of blood red, a long hobbit stared out of the window. Her green eyes searched the lands beyond for anything, good or bad. In her heart, there was a feeling that told the red haired hobbit woman that something or someone would be approaching in the night. How she knew, Gilly could only guess, but she hopes it twas no fiends that would be approaching.
She glanced behind her at the figure on the bed. He was pale and scarcely breathed. Gilly hoped that the man name Aragorn was right. She hoped that Merry would wake. She was doubtful however. Merry was looking worse for wearing. Sighing heavily, the hobbit servant continued her staring out the window.
Pippin sighed as he dismounted his pony within the borders of Ithilien. It had been a long journey. He worried about Merry. After all Merry was his cousin, with whom he'd had all sorts of adventures ever since he was a child. The danger they thought themselves in, or that they were in during later adventures, had never worried him. He had once said that it was because they were going through the danger together, and halved the worry between them. But now there was no splitting the worry in two.
As he stood by his pony, he wondered what his life would be like without Merry, his cousin, his best friend. He came back with a renewed resolve to help Merry in any way he could. He would do what ever was necessary to save him.
Staring down at the grounds below her, Gilly saw a tiny speck approach and then dismount. Her brow creased as she concentrated upon it as it came nearer. With each passing second, the hobbit woman could tell what it was; a hobbit.
She turned and headed for the heavy oak door. Pausing, she looked at Merry. “Don’t let your hope falter, Mr. Merry. It taint’ your time to leave this world. There are people here who need you,” she whispered. Facing the ancient door, she pulled the wrought iron door handle. Hastily, Gilly ran out of the room and down the hall.
She did not stop until she had found the exit. She ran down the stairs and paused to catch her breath by the white tree. Gilly rested her hands on her knees as she breathed in slowly. She had not known how massive this castle was until trying to run it. When Gilly stood, she let a sob when she saw whom it was.
Aragorn and Legolas walked down the hall after Aragorn had finished caring for Merry. "Those dreaded spiders. The poison has caused a fever." Aragorn explained sadly.
"Do not worry friend. He is a very strong hobbit. I have a feeling he will make it through." Legolas said.
Legolas and Aragorn spoke of many things that were happening in the world. Like the goblins that were invading Mirkwood. "Do you think they will try to rise against us?" Aragorn asked.
"I have no doubt." Legolas said.
Then he walked ahead of Aragorn and stopped to look out the window. "Unless my eyes deceive me that is young Peregrin!" Legolas exclaimed.
"Elven eyes are rarely deceived." Aragorn said as he ran over.
"He has come to see Merry." Legolas said.
"We had better greet him." Aragorn said.
They went down and smiled when they saw him. "How you have grown young Peregrin! It amazes me." Legolas said with a smile. Aragorn smiled as well. "You certainly have grown up." Aragorn added.
Then Legolas' face darkened. "You have come to see Merry." Legolas said.
"You may come with us, I have been caring for him." Aragorn said.
Then the door opened and Gilly came out. She began to sob as she stood before him. Legolas and Aragorn stood as Pippin approached to speak with her.
Gilly looked at Legolas and Aragorn as they stop ahead of her. Her eyes flash and she stiffens. “Go,” Gilly said firmly, “He don’ need your help!” Her voice rose and tears trickled down her face. She knew that Merry did need Aragorn’s help, but her protectiveness of her master over ruled her hobbit senses.
Gilly turned to Peregrin. “He is not doing well at all, Mister Pippin. I’ve done the best that I can, but it tain’t enough. I even brought Merry the tall folk, though he was reluctant to come,” Gilly said. Her lip quivered slightly. “I don’ know if he will survive for long. One of the giant spiders bit him an’ it’s poison has caused such a high fever that won’ break.” She shook her head and then her whole body shook from sobs that wracked her body.
Legolas and Aragorn looked at Gilly, not surprised by her anger. When she began to weep Aragorn walked over to her. "I am doing all I can. Why don't you stay with Peregrin while I tend to him? You should get some rest or I may have to care for you as well, Aragorn said. He was trying to be kind so that she might be able to trust him.
Then Aragorn walked by Gilly, before she could even answer. Legolas stood outside; he knew Aragorn would have everything under control.
Legolas knew that he should probably do something, leave the hobbits alone since he knew Gilly didn't like him, or any tall folk at the time.
Legolas went down to the stables, he wondered if he should ride around and scout for any goblins in this area. "I'll wait until Aragorn gets back. I'm sure he would like to come along, if he can, Legolas said. He knew Merry would need a lot of care.
Aragorn walked into the room and went to Merry's side. He put a cold cloth on his forehead and gave him a little more of the drink he had made earlier.
"Come on Merry, you can make it through. Don't let this spider bite get the best of you." Aragorn whispered. He wanted this hobbit to live just like everyone else; he had risked his life to save him during the War of the Ring he would not let him die now.
Gilly scowled at the retreating backs of Legolas and Aragorn. Angrily she scrubbed away the tears. She looked at Pippin. “I don’ trust ‘em,” she said quietly, “That man, Aragorn, he cares more about military strategy than the life of a bein’.” Her voice lowered even more so. “You know what he said to me? He said, “I have already made plans to assist the Shire and Rivendell. I and the greater part of the Gondorian army shall sail on the newly rebuilt Grand Fleet and travel to the Gray Havens and then onto the Shire, while the lesser part shall travel over land to meet with the Rohirrim, who are mustering as we speak, I would believe. All that remains to do now is send envoys to Ithilien and other fiefs of Gondor to muster the greatest army we can.’” She looked forlornly at Pippin. “I don’ need to know how he will attack, ‘specially since Mister Merry was, is, in need for help.”
Merry felt as if there were two presences in his mind. A comforting, embracing one that wanted him to follow and another longing for him to go away from where he was and Merry did not know what, or which one to follow. The presence that wanted him to leave this place and not follow, made his body burn and head throb if he turned towards it. The other was soothing and gentle, like a warm bath if he walked in that direction. Merry was very confused. He saw nothing. It was a soft, midnight blue – all most like twilight. He knew not where he was. All of a sudden, a spider loomed in front of his much like the one who had bitten him in the first place.
He screamed and thrashed. His eyes opened into a tiny slit, but he closed them again. It was too bright in the room and his head throbbed. Merry shivered uncontrollably as his fever worsened.
Aragorn was surprised by this sudden outburst. He tried to calm him but he was having fever nightmares.
Aragorn walked over to his pouch that had herbs in it. He took out the athelas and crushed it up in a bowl. He placed the bowl of athelas on the bed stand near him so that the smell might calm his mind.
Pippin smiled slightly at Gilly. "Aragorn has a lot on his mind, but I know he will be able to help Merry. I would not trust anyone else." Pippin said.
Then Pippin walked in, he was determined to see Merry.
When he walked in he saw Merry shaking and shivering. "What's wrong!?" Pippin exclaimed. He ran to Merry's side.
"The fever is getting worse, and he is having fever nightmares." Aragorn said, he was mixing another drink for Merry to take.
Then Pippin looked directly at Aragorn. "Tell me the truth Aragorn. Will he live?" Pippin asked.
Aragorn looked at Pippin. "I do not know, but he is a strong hobbit and I believe he could make it if he tries hard enough." Aragorn said.
Pippin nodded sadly.
Then Aragorn looked at the doorway, he wondered where Legolas had wandered off. "What happened to Legolas?" Aragorn asked.
"He went to the stables." Pippin said.
Aragorn nodded, he knew what Legolas wanted to do, he wanted to check for any more goblins.
Gilly scowled at Pippin. “I don’t rightly know if Mr. Merry will be or not. It’s been nary a week days since we got here. I hope that too much time was taken getting’ here. We rode as fast as we were able, but I don’ know if it was enough,” Gilly said as she followed Pippin.
The hobbit’s eyes widen. Her small fists ball up in fear and she stood rigid. “Get away from him,” Gilly shouted, “Master Merry is dieing. Can’t you see that?” Gilly blinked a few times – hard. “Mister Pippin, he will die if his fever doesn’t break soon,” she shook her head. Slowly, the hobbit turned on her heals and left. After exiting the room, Gilly ran as fast as her feet would carry her. She only stopped when she fell on her hands and knees in the stables. The hobbit began to sob so hard she was gasping for air.
Legolas turned when he heard the loud sobbing. He walked out of the horse stall and knelt beside her. "Are you alright?" Legolas asked. He tried to help her up but she pushed him back. Legolas stood up and looked down at her. "I was only trying to help." Legolas said, he understood that she was very scared but they were trying to help.
Legolas walked away from Gilly and went back to brushing his horse. "Maybe you would like to go for a ride with me. Getting away from here for a little bit might be good for you." Legolas suggested.
Gilly looked at Legolas. A fierce determination was in her green eyes, but behind it was softness and there was fear in them as well. Gilly was very protective over Merry and of herself. She hated showing any vulnerability. She knew she should trust these people, but found she couldn’t, but she knew she also needed to try to put a little faith in these strangers. Scrubbing the tears form her eyes, Gilly stood and nodded slightly. “Allright,” she said carefully. Gilly went over to the horse and stuck out her hand so that it could smell her. Upon her middle finger was a brass ring that had tiny letters inscribed “Gilly” on the top on it and “Meriadoc” carved on the underside. The ring represented her stasis in her community. Gold was the highest rank and only officials in the Shire wore this cold. Silver was the next color representing the shop owners. Brass represented the fact that Gilly was owned by Merry – Sam had worn the same type of ring until becoming mayor.
Legolas smiled. He helped her up on the horse. "I suppose you will want to ride by yourself." Legolas said. Then he mounted his horse and rode out. "I was actually going to search for any goblin camps, but maybe I should make this a leisure ride. I wouldn't want you to get hurt in any way." Legolas said.
Back at Meduseld Aragorn was still in the room, Pippin was with him as well. "If his fever doesn't break tonight I don't think he will live another day." Aragorn said.
Pippin sighed sadly, he felt very helpless at this point. "Please make it Merry, I couldn't live without you around." Pippin whispered. He held one of Merry's sweat drenched hands
“I could protect myself, but I’d rather not meet a fiend at this time,” Gilly whispered stubbornly. She clung to the horse and squeezed its sides of the mare. “Me da taught me to ride when I was in my tweens. Master Merry taught me how to swim. All Bucklander’s are mighty fine swimmers,” she said. A sad smile formed on her face as she spoke. For a long while, she rode in silence. “I feel like I’ve let him down. I promised to protect him life or death. Now look where he’s at! I’m the one who should be there, not him,” Gilly said. She chewed on her lip and stared at her horses head. She watched the mane fly out as the horse galloped; oh how graceful it way. Wearily she sighed and looked at Legolas. “Hobbits aren’t meant to see spider attacks or goblins or wil’ men, well, we’re meant for a more peaceful existence. We never did anything to deserve the attacks, but look where we’re at! Buckland’s destroyed and hobbits are havin’ to flee for their lives.”
In the sickroom, Merry shifted slightly. A small grimace formed on his face and he coughs. His eyes open wearily. They were glassy and unfocused. “I can hardly see, but I can still hear you,” Merry whispered. His breath came out weak and ragged. “Of course you could. You’re Pip, you can do anything.” Weakly Merry smiled. “I’m really hot Pip, but I’m so cold as well.”
Legolas looked over at Gilly. He sighed sadly. "Many things aren't meant to happen Gilly." Legolas said. Then he stopped his horse suddenly, he thought he had heard something. He looked across the plains but saw nothing, but he could have sworn that he had heard something.
Pippin almost fell backwards when Merry spoke to him. "You'll be fine Merry, don't talk like that." Pippin said. Aragorn smiled at Merry. "You have been very sick Merry. You still have a slight trace of fever but I think you will make it." Aragorn said, he sounded very relieved.
"What about his vision Aragorn? When he get his full vision back?" Pippin asked.
"Soon enough. He hasn't fully recovered and he will not be moving out of this room until I see that he has fully healed." Aragorn said.
Gilly shook her head. “Fate has brought us to where we are, sir elf,” she said her voice soft and gentle, “There is something we hobbits have done to cause all of this. Perhaps twas Bilbo Baggin’s fault when he went away with a wizard, Gandalf, and dwarves. I was not born then, but my father spoke of it. He remembers the time well. It seems that from then on there has been much trouble.” She shook her head and peered off into the distance. “Perhaps it would be good to turn back. I don’ want to be away from Master Merry for such a long time.”
A small frown crossed his face and then a slight mischievous look crossed his face as he closed his eyes. “I know that I am ill, Strider,” Merry whispered. His voice was weak and raspy. Slowly, Merry tried to wrap his blanket tighter around him. Oh, how cold he was, yet sweat still formed on his pasty face. Weakly, Merry opened his eyes, but through his glassy eyes, he saw only dim shapes. His mind drifted off to thoughts that were confused and muddled from fever. “You could, Pip,” Merry mumbled sleepily.
Pippin sighed. He knew he could live without Merry, but he didn't want to.
Aragorn turned to Pippin. "Get those other blankets for Merry." Aragorn said as he pointed to the bundle on the chair.
Pippin walked over, picked them up, and handed them to Aragorn. Aragorn placed them on top of Merry. "If you begin to get too warm just tell me or push off the blankets." Aragorn said. He was still worried about Merry; he still had to pull through the sickness.
Legolas agreed with Gilly, it was time to go. Something was not right he could feel it.
He spurred his horse to a gallop; he made sure Gilly was close to him.
As he road, he heard the sound again, it sounded like metal clashing with metal. Legolas turned and looked in the direction of the sound. He saw far off goblins fighting with a single person.
"Gilly, you will have to go back to Edoras on your own. Someone is in danger." Legolas said. Then he turned his horse and raced in the direction of the fighting.
The goblins seemed to have heard Legolas coming and fled, leaving the person they were fighting on the ground.
Legolas dismounted before the horse had come to a complete stop and ran over to the figure. "No." Legolas whispered. It was his cousin, Nethwen Estel. She had many bad wounds. There was one cut that went from her temples to her chin. Her body was battered badly. "Nethwen, please speak to me." Legolas begged. Tears rolled down his fair face.
Then Legolas picked her up and took her on his horse. She still had life in her, but she was wounded badly, and he suspected she had lost much blood.
He gave the horse a kick and it lurched forward. "We must reach Edoras with all speed." Legolas whispered.
Merry still shivered, even with all of the blankets atop him. Slowly he nodded and closed his eyes. “Don’ tell anyone I can’t see please,” he whispered, his mind drifting to the face of Cora, “Gilly an’ Cora don’ need to know. ‘T would break their hearts.” His voice grew softer and softer as he spoke.
“Be careful,” Gilly said as she rode back to the safety of the castle. She hopped down off her pony and hurried inside. Before going to the sick room, she peered out the window. In the distance, a mass of people marched towards the castle. There were nary 20,000 creatures. Who they were, she could not tell.
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