The Adventures of Pippinlee and Levana - Part 9


When he finally got to the Houses of Healing, it was pretty easy to find where Pippinlee was because of the direction of traffic going to and from in the halls. He quickly sped to the room as fast as he could and when he walked in the doorway he didn't quite understand what was going on. He could feel Pippinlee's presence but it was as if her soul wasn't there and only her body was living. There was some sort of presence blocking him from her.
A dark presence.

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As soon as her head hit the ground, Pippinlee went into a coma, but it was like nothing that any living person had ever been in before. It was as if she was like this for a reason. It was as if she was in a whole different world.
She could actually feel. She felt her heart beating inside her body, she breathed through her lungs. She took a very deep breath. She tried, and she actually stood up. She was in a whole other dimension.
Pippinlee stood there and took a look at her surroundings, whatever surroundings they were.
She was in a dry, barren, cracked desert land. It was dark. Very dark. She looked up at the sky and here were no stars. There was also no moon.
She definitely HAD to be in a totally different place.
"You are in a different place," a voice said that startled Pippinlee. It was a man and it was as if he was reading her thoughts.
"Wh-wh-hoo-hooo....who are you?" Pippinlee said, spinning in circles scanning her surroundings for the source of the voice. All of a sudden the figure of a man, with a cloaked face, appeared out of the dark and was walking towards her. Pippinlee laughed. How she could actually laugh at a time like that she didn't know. But she did laugh. Because this was the ugliest most putrid looking man she had ever seen in her life. Not even a dwarf and a orc that had a baby could look THAT ugly.
A look of anger spread across the face of the man. He knew what she was thinking. Everyone thought that about him, that's why he had converted to evil. He just pretended that he didn't hear what she was thinking inside of his head.
"My name, is Dalgorth."

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It had been a very slow day for Legolas since he had learned about Pippinlee. He had tried to keep as busy as possible, but now that he was sitting down drinking some tea with Aragorn, he felt so tired and so confused. He sighed and slowly took a sip of tea. He didn't feel like eating or drinking but he knew he had to because he hadn't stopped to since luncheon.
Aragorn watched him, wondering when his old friend would give in to his feelings; and that didn't take long.
First it was a choke, and then a sob, and then a whole downpour. Legolas was so angry and depressed at the same time. He couldn't comprehend as a father how anything could happen to his little girl. But he kept forgetting, Pippinlee wasn't that little anymore. She was only 15 and already had hundreds of admiring suitors. Including Wellhelm. But he was an entire different race. It wouldn't do for his little girl to marry a mortal. But he couldn't possibly think of that right now, he didn't even know if she'd live to get married by what Gandalf had to say.
How could Gandalf not read it???! There were so many questions Legolas had but none could be answered yet.
He came back to reality when he felt Aragorn patting him on the back.
"I can't really say I know how you feel, but I definitely don't feel right about this either," Aragorn said, trying to be comforting in a situation like this.
"Thankyou," Legolas said, wiping a single loosed tear off of his cheek."Whatever's wrong, I'm going to make sure that everything's turned back rightside up."

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Wellhelm moaned as he got up too quickly from his bed. When he got back he didn't even get a chance to see Pippinlee and how she was faring, all he knew was that she definitely wasn't doing too good. He looked outside his window and saw that it was probably two o'clock in the morning.

He slowly walked towards the door of his bedroom and tried opening it without making any noise, the Houses of Healing were very old. With success, he looked out into the hallway and saw that nobody was around, you could hear a pin drop it was so quiet.

He shuffled out of his room and closed the door behind himself, making sure that he remembered what the number of the room he was staying in was. Number 44, he thought to himself.

He didn't know where he was but he soon found the front door and next to that was of course the office. He looked in and saw that there was an elder lady sitting by the door reading a book. She was obviously there to receive any late comers. He walked quietly up to her and tapped on the side of the doorway. She was slightly startled and sighed as she looked up from her book.

"May I help you?" she said.

"Yes, you can," Wellhelm said, his voice dry. He coughed,"Could you tell me which room Princess Pippinlee is being taken care of in?"

"I'm sorry master, but Gandalf's orders, she'll be having no vis'tors for a while."

Wellhelm was crestfallen. He had to see her."Do you think that you could just give me her room number to remember when I can visit?" he pried.

"No, I'm sorry, I can't even do that," she said, getting annoyed.

Wellhelm decided it would be best to try a different way. He leaned in so close to her face their noses almost touched."Listen, lady, I NEED to see her right now, if it weren't for me she wouldn't be here right now she'd be sleeping in the palace so you sure as well better give me that room number right now!"

The lady hopped up and looked through some files quickly."Princess Pippinlee....room number 45!"

Wellhelm sighed. Right next to his. He quickly went down back the hall he had came from and when he got to room 45 he said a little prayer and turned the door handle.

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