Frodo Baggins (theseabell) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2012-09-02 14:56:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, frodo baggins, merrill |
Who: Frodo, Merrill
What: Frodo Wakes to Blood (Magic)
When: Wednesday Morning
Where: Merrill's Home
Ratings/Warnings: R for Not so Glossy Descriptions of Injuries and Blood
Status: Complete
The bedroom was dark and quiet, and the sun hadn’t come up yet. Frodo was alone in bed. There was a dim light in the living room, lighting the slender form standing in front of the damned, unreflecting glass in the corner. The eluvian looked more ominous in this light, the thorns enveloping it taking on a demonic look. Adding to the horror, the surface of the eluvian was smeared with bright red blood, which ran over the thorns and onto the floor.
A burst of magic hit the mirror like lightning, but caused no damage. The air was dry and seemed to crackle with static electricity afterwards.
Frodo bolted upright at the sound, feeling around for Merrill in the darkness and gasping when he proved she was not there. He tore off the covers and dropped his feet to the ground. Realizing he was still naked, he scrambled blindly for his pants and stumbled into the hallway in a race to put them on and make it to the source of the noise without tripping.
Merrill didn't notice Frodo come into the room. She cried out in dismay when it became apparent the spell didn't work. Blood dripped from her fingers.
Frodo cried out in horror, rushing to her without another thought. "My goodness, Merrill. Did you cut yourself on the mirror?" He assumed she had been trying to fix it.
Merrill turned when she heard him. Familiar tattoos glowed on her face, then quickly faded when her eyes widened in recognition. "Frodo! No, no no no," she said, frightened that she might hurt him. The magic seemed to dissipate quickly, though, and she started to slump forward.
He was not sure if she was trying to push him away or calling him closer. But whatever she wanted mattered very little at the moment, as he was not moving from her side. Frodo searched Merrill for cuts and wounds. "What happened to your hands?"
Merrill didn't push Frodo away; in fact, she held onto him. She shook her head a little. "It didn't work," she said, tears coming to her eyes. "I can't fix it, it didn't work."
By now, there was blood on Frodo's arms and chest and pants. He still had not found any wound on hands, where the blood was collecting, and he was desperate to make sure she was alright. "Here come into the kitchen," he said, voice soft, almost a whisper. He placed her gently in one of the chairs and tore a paper towel to moisten and wash Merrill off.
It felt like she was being torn away from the eluvian. Her chest ached. She nodded, though, walking along with him, almost in a daze. “I’m sorry,” she told him, though he seemed calm. “I’m sorry, I didn’t.. I wasn’t..” She knew he’d been afraid of losing her. This can’t have helped.
The cuts weren’t on her hands. They were higher up on her arms, covered now by bloodsoaked sleeves. “It was just magic,” she said, but she sounded sheepish.
"Magic?" Frodo repeated, still breathless. By now, he was rolling up her sleeves and dapping the cuts with the towel. Attempting to, at least, because it seemed like a poor moment to ask Merrill to remove her shirt. "You mean like when you got the bloody nose?" Merry had filled him in on all of that.
Merrill nodded a little, though it made her dizzy. Like the bloody nose. "Only I needed more power. I tried to restore the eluvian without the arulin'holm," she frowned. "It was stupid. Reckless." Tears wet her cheeks. She was disappointed and angry with herself. "And it didn't work."
She looked down at her arms, which were still bleeding. "I thought these would heal by now," she murmured quietly. "They did in my dreams."
She was right. The bleeding wasn't stopping. No sooner than Frodo soaked up one ribbon, that it was replaced by another. "Merrill, I don't know, but we may need to go to a hospital. Some of these are pretty deep." He did not care very much about the mirror at this point.
Merrill frowned. She didn't want to think about how this would look an outsider. "Anders, or Bethy.. Hawke's sister. They can heal." It probably said something about Merrill's state of mind that she suggested someone from her dreams that wasn't here.
"Okay..." Frodo sounded slowly, unsure a healer was the way they ought to go. Right now, he had a lot of doubts and concerns about the kind of magic that came from Merrill's world. And healers were something that did not really exist in his. "But they're not here right now. We need to do something quickly."
It was a byproduct of the war against his own anxiety that Frodo was able to keep his cool in the midst of another's chaos. His tone had become calm and soothing. "Tell me what you want to do."
"Could you call her? Bethy. I haven't seen Ander.. What time is it?" Merrill had noticed Frodo's calm, and was grateful for it. She would've felt compelled to calm him down, even with her own problems. Her mind was too scattered. "Where's my phone?"
"Uh, back in the bedroom, I think..." But he was very nervous about leaving her. He didn't want to at all.
"I can get it.." she said, starting to stand. Her head began spinning and she paused, reaching out to grasp Frodo's shoulder. "Can you ask her to come?"
"Of course," he said. Frankly, at this point, Frodo's aim was to keep Merrill in as peaceful of a state as possible. He would do as she asked and say what she needed to hear, just to keep her going.
They walked together to the bedroom. Frodo picked up the phone on the night stand. He began searching the contacts. "What should I say?"
Merrill leaned against Frodo as they walked. She hesitated for a moment, not wanting to bleed on the sheets. She needed to sit, though, so she lowered herself on the edge of the bed.
"You can just tell her I'm hurt and need her to come over." She wouldn't hold back details.
Now that the phone was in his hand, Frodo entertained the idea of calling for an ambulance instead. Or texting Merry to do so, so that Merrill would not fight him.
But the phone began to ring against his ear. He waited for the woman to pick up.