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Orual · 04-18-2003, 08:20 PM

Post for Andunériel

"Bring him here, Marsilion," Andunériel said, taking her herbs out of her pack. Anson was very pale, and alarmingly still. The Ranger gently laid the hobbit on the ground in front of her, and she scanned him with her grey-green eyes.

"Fool hobbit," she murmured, trying to push the concern away from her thoughts as she dug for the right herb. "Scared to death of water, no experience with watercraft, but had to satisfy his pride. Should've stopped him." She kept on muttering to herself, hardly paying attention to her own words. She mixed some fine powder into a glass of water, stirred it up, and opened Anson's mouth. She grimaced as she poured it slowly, remembering having to drink it herself. The mixture had a bitter taste, and an even worse aftertaste.

"Open your eyes, spit it out, wiggle your toes, do something," the Elf pleaded, watching the motionless hobbit closely, praying that something happen.

Suddenly Anson's brown eyes flew open and he began to choke. Nearly laughing with relief, Andunériel pulled him to a sitting position and pounded him on the back. "Blast and bebother it, what was that foul taste?" he spluttered, glaring indignantly around him.

"You're a foolish hobbit, Anson Hornblower, but at least you'll live to regret it," Andunériel laughed.

***

Post for Anson

As he plunged into the icy water Anson remembered all of his mother's warnings about bodies of water bigger than the bathtub. That he should have listened to them was the last thing he thought before he fell unconscious.

"...do something!" He heard Andunériel's voice, but it was foggy. He struggled to open his eyes, and though his eyelids felt like they were glued together, he managed to pry them apart.

Something disgusting was in his mouth, and he sat up and began to splutter in a most undignified fashion. "Blast and bebother it, what was that foul taste?"

He did not see anything to laugh about, but Andunériel seemed to disagree. "You're a foolish hobbit, Anson Hornblower, but at least you'll live to regret it."

Once he recovered, they waited for the river to calm and crossed it. Only the mountains remained between the company and Fangorn now.

04-18-2003, 08:20 PM	#77
Orual Speaker of the Dead Join Date: Oct 2002 Location: Superbia Posts: 868	Post for Andunériel "Bring him here, Marsilion," Andunériel said, taking her herbs out of her pack. Anson was very pale, and alarmingly still. The Ranger gently laid the hobbit on the ground in front of her, and she scanned him with her grey-green eyes. "Fool hobbit," she murmured, trying to push the concern away from her thoughts as she dug for the right herb. "Scared to death of water, no experience with watercraft, but had to satisfy his pride. Should've stopped him." She kept on muttering to herself, hardly paying attention to her own words. She mixed some fine powder into a glass of water, stirred it up, and opened Anson's mouth. She grimaced as she poured it slowly, remembering having to drink it herself. The mixture had a bitter taste, and an even worse aftertaste. "Open your eyes, spit it out, wiggle your toes, do something," the Elf pleaded, watching the motionless hobbit closely, praying that something happen. Suddenly Anson's brown eyes flew open and he began to choke. Nearly laughing with relief, Andunériel pulled him to a sitting position and pounded him on the back. "Blast and bebother it, what was that foul taste?" he spluttered, glaring indignantly around him. "You're a foolish hobbit, Anson Hornblower, but at least you'll live to regret it," Andunériel laughed. * Post for Anson** As he plunged into the icy water Anson remembered all of his mother's warnings about bodies of water bigger than the bathtub. That he should have listened to them was the last thing he thought before he fell unconscious. "...do something!" He heard Andunériel's voice, but it was foggy. He struggled to open his eyes, and though his eyelids felt like they were glued together, he managed to pry them apart. Something disgusting was in his mouth, and he sat up and began to splutter in a most undignified fashion. "Blast and bebother it, what was that foul taste?" He did not see anything to laugh about, but Andunériel seemed to disagree. "You're a foolish hobbit, Anson Hornblower, but at least you'll live to regret it." Once he recovered, they waited for the river to calm and crossed it. Only the mountains remained between the company and Fangorn now. __________________ "Oh, my god! I care so little, I almost passed out!" --Dr. Cox, "Scrubs"