Poppy awoke from the deep sleep she had been in. Having been unable to do little more than lie on the ground during the battle, much to the young hobbit’s disgust, after the fighting, sleep had overtaken her and she had fallen asleep.
Now awake, she surveyed the scene in front of her. She noticed the irritable elf, and already decided she didn’t like him, since he appeared to show little respect for everyone, and Poppy had little love for people like that.
She had no idea what was currently going on, Menelduliniel and Estelarion were standing a little way away, the strange woman Bird had disappeared off somewhere, and Volondil appeared to have woken up, but was still in no state to move. Poppy supposed they wouldn’t be travelling far for a little, as she was still being told that she shouldn’t walk, and Volondil certainly shouldn’t
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'It must often be so, Sam, when things are in danger: someone has to give them up, lose them, so that others may keep them' ~Frodo
"Life is hard. After all, it kills you." - Katharine Hepburn
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