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Orual · 03-07-2003, 07:19 PM

Right now, Melilot would have liked nothing better than to curl up and bawl. Her leg ached like anything, and she'd never had more than a sprained wrist before for all her daring (daring, of course, meaning climbing on fences trying to bother her sister when she was a little girl), and to top it all of it was bandits who cut her leg, and now they were running out of money and had to sleep in a second-story bedroom, and Prim was all shaken up, and now Pearl and Crystal were fighting...

She ate quickly and took a fast bath, scrubbing her injured leg viciously, as though to try and wash the gash away. All she got for her efforts was a stab of pain from a the soap stinging the wound, and she would have given a mighty howl had not her voice been so hoarse from all the screaming that she hadn't done.

It was not in Melilot Bracegirdle's character to be brave, or courageous, or mighty in battle. It was not in Melilot Bracegirdle's character to be valiant while being attacked by bandits. And it was most certainly not in Melilot Bracegirdle's character not to weep when she had been hurt.

She walked with an exaggerated limp out of the bathroom, turning it over to whoever was next in line, and sat huffily on the bed. She re-wrapped her leg and stuffed her curls into a towel. Reasonably pleased with the result of these two actions, she threw herself prostrate on the bed and began to weep silently. Drat and blast surprise parties, road-trips, and most especially bandits!

***

Sam sat huddled by the window, trying not to look out of it. He wished to goodness that Elanor had been there, but she was in the girls' room, and he was in the boys'. Everyone else was taking baths and talking about the bandits, and what were they going to do now, they could hardly take the ladies home with all those dratted bandits on the road! And what about the money, they were running out, and hadn't Melilot said something about free inns, this one certainly wasn't...

Sam only half-listened to their talk, mostly sitting and feeling sorry for himself. He really wished that he had never suggested that he and Elanor should leave, and most of all he wished that that Bowman hadn't ever come along. It was all his fault, it was! If he hadn't come and made things difficult, Sam never would've thought of leaving and breaking his promise to Mr. Bilbo...

A sob rose in Sam's throat. He had broken his promise to Mr. Bilbo, and see where it had gotten them? Attacked by bandits, that's where! Oh, it was all his fault, not Bowman's. This is all your fault, Samwise Gamgee, he thought harshly, scowling at himself. Stop blaming Bowman, he really hadn't done anything. You should've known better. Mr. Bilbo was wrong to trust you.

That thought was too much for Sam, and he burst out into uncontrollable sobs.

Merri's post

Elanor curled up by the window, tuning out the conversations going on around her.
Back when this all began, she had wished she were going with the traveling hobbits. So much excitement! So much adventure! But now that she was with them, she wished she were safe at home, with Cami and Marigold and even the distasteful Bowman . . .

She drew her knees up to her chin and allowed for a few tears to fall. Would they mind very much if she snuck into the boys' room to visit Sam? She glanced at the older hobbits. They seemed to be distracted.

I might as well take my chance. She tiptoed away and crept out into the hallway, keeping against the walls and in shadows.

"Sam," She whispered, tugging on his sleeve.

Orual's post

"Elanor!" Sam said hoarsely, and throwing all caution to the wind he hugged her tightly. "How did you know I was hoping you could be here?"

"I didn't, but I knew I wanted to be here," Elanor responded. She studied Sam's face. "You were crying," she said.

"So were you," Sam rejoined, stubbornly. Then he laughed, a little hiccupping laugh that sounded like it was half a sob. "I want to go home," he whispered, and another hot tear slid down his cheek.

"Me too," said Elanor, "but we can't, can we."

"No," Sam replied, "but that doesn't mean that I can't be homesick and teary about it."

Elanor had no response to that, so they were just content with sitting and crying on each other, and trying not to look out the high second-story window.

[ March 11, 2003: Message edited by: Orual ]

03-07-2003, 07:19 PM	#188
Orual Speaker of the Dead Join Date: Oct 2002 Location: Superbia Posts: 868	Right now, Melilot would have liked nothing better than to curl up and bawl. Her leg ached like anything, and she'd never had more than a sprained wrist before for all her daring (daring, of course, meaning climbing on fences trying to bother her sister when she was a little girl), and to top it all of it was bandits who cut her leg, and now they were running out of money and had to sleep in a second-story bedroom, and Prim was all shaken up, and now Pearl and Crystal were fighting... She ate quickly and took a fast bath, scrubbing her injured leg viciously, as though to try and wash the gash away. All she got for her efforts was a stab of pain from a the soap stinging the wound, and she would have given a mighty howl had not her voice been so hoarse from all the screaming that she hadn't done. It was not in Melilot Bracegirdle's character to be brave, or courageous, or mighty in battle. It was not in Melilot Bracegirdle's character to be valiant while being attacked by bandits. And it was most certainly not in Melilot Bracegirdle's character not to weep when she had been hurt. She walked with an exaggerated limp out of the bathroom, turning it over to whoever was next in line, and sat huffily on the bed. She re-wrapped her leg and stuffed her curls into a towel. Reasonably pleased with the result of these two actions, she threw herself prostrate on the bed and began to weep silently. Drat and blast surprise parties, road-trips, and most especially bandits! *** Sam sat huddled by the window, trying not to look out of it. He wished to goodness that Elanor had been there, but she was in the girls' room, and he was in the boys'. Everyone else was taking baths and talking about the bandits, and what were they going to do now, they could hardly take the ladies home with all those dratted bandits on the road! And what about the money, they were running out, and hadn't Melilot said something about free inns, this one certainly wasn't... Sam only half-listened to their talk, mostly sitting and feeling sorry for himself. He really wished that he had never suggested that he and Elanor should leave, and most of all he wished that that Bowman hadn't ever come along. It was all his fault, it was! If he hadn't come and made things difficult, Sam never would've thought of leaving and breaking his promise to Mr. Bilbo... A sob rose in Sam's throat. He had broken his promise to Mr. Bilbo, and see where it had gotten them? Attacked by bandits, that's where! Oh, it was all his fault, not Bowman's. This is all your fault, Samwise Gamgee, he thought harshly, scowling at himself. Stop blaming Bowman, he really hadn't done anything. You should've known better. Mr. Bilbo was wrong to trust you. That thought was too much for Sam, and he burst out into uncontrollable sobs. Merri's post Elanor curled up by the window, tuning out the conversations going on around her. Back when this all began, she had wished she were going with the traveling hobbits. So much excitement! So much adventure! But now that she was with them, she wished she were safe at home, with Cami and Marigold and even the distasteful Bowman . . . She drew her knees up to her chin and allowed for a few tears to fall. Would they mind very much if she snuck into the boys' room to visit Sam? She glanced at the older hobbits. They seemed to be distracted. I might as well take my chance. She tiptoed away and crept out into the hallway, keeping against the walls and in shadows. "Sam," She whispered, tugging on his sleeve. Orual's post "Elanor!" Sam said hoarsely, and throwing all caution to the wind he hugged her tightly. "How did you know I was hoping you could be here?" "I didn't, but I knew I wanted to be here," Elanor responded. She studied Sam's face. "You were crying," she said. "So were you," Sam rejoined, stubbornly. Then he laughed, a little hiccupping laugh that sounded like it was half a sob. "I want to go home," he whispered, and another hot tear slid down his cheek. "Me too," said Elanor, "but we can't, can we." "No," Sam replied, "but that doesn't mean that I can't be homesick and teary about it." Elanor had no response to that, so they were just content with sitting and crying on each other, and trying not to look out the high second-story window. [ March 11, 2003: Message edited by: Orual ] __________________ "Oh, my god! I care so little, I almost passed out!" --Dr. Cox, "Scrubs"