Where there is shouting, there is no true knowledge.*
Word Count: 1816
Novel Progress: Chapter 23. Finished NaNoWriMo goal \o/
Current Emotion: Fuck This Noise I'm Taking a Break
They stopped beneath an overhang, a jagged flat rock jutting out of the ground like a knife, Gandalf counting them as they arrived. As he called out each name, Grace looked around, eyes landing on each face. The dwarves around her - Fili, Gloin, Bofur just a bit ahead - hardly seemed out of breath, unlike her, who was wheezing and shaking at the knees. When Grace heard her own name called out, she could not help a little wave and a “Here!”, years of education having ingrained the response into a reflex.
At least, she meant to say, “Here,” but instead what came out was, “Here - shit,” as pain blossomed up her arm and she doubled over, one hand on her knee, the other gripping the knife weakly as she held her arm out at an angle.
“Are you hurt?” said Bofur, causing Oin to spin around.
“What’s this? Is someone hurt?”
“Where’s Bilbo?” interrupted Gandalf, having finished his roll call.
Fili glanced around him. “He’s not here?”
“I can’t see him,” answered Kili, looking up the mountain slope at the way they had come.
“Let me through, let me through,” Oin was saying.
“Who last saw him?” said Gandalf.
“Don’t look at me!” Nori cried.
“Well who should I look at?” rejoindered Gandalf.
A hand settled gently on the small of Grace’s back. “Let me see,” said Thorin, taking Fili’s dagger from her limp fingers.
50283 / 50000 words. 101% done!
* Leonardo DaVinci
Novel Progress: Chapter 23. Finished NaNoWriMo goal \o/
Current Emotion: Fuck This Noise I'm Taking a Break
They stopped beneath an overhang, a jagged flat rock jutting out of the ground like a knife, Gandalf counting them as they arrived. As he called out each name, Grace looked around, eyes landing on each face. The dwarves around her - Fili, Gloin, Bofur just a bit ahead - hardly seemed out of breath, unlike her, who was wheezing and shaking at the knees. When Grace heard her own name called out, she could not help a little wave and a “Here!”, years of education having ingrained the response into a reflex.
At least, she meant to say, “Here,” but instead what came out was, “Here - shit,” as pain blossomed up her arm and she doubled over, one hand on her knee, the other gripping the knife weakly as she held her arm out at an angle.
“Are you hurt?” said Bofur, causing Oin to spin around.
“What’s this? Is someone hurt?”
“Where’s Bilbo?” interrupted Gandalf, having finished his roll call.
Fili glanced around him. “He’s not here?”
“I can’t see him,” answered Kili, looking up the mountain slope at the way they had come.
“Let me through, let me through,” Oin was saying.
“Who last saw him?” said Gandalf.
“Don’t look at me!” Nori cried.
“Well who should I look at?” rejoindered Gandalf.
A hand settled gently on the small of Grace’s back. “Let me see,” said Thorin, taking Fili’s dagger from her limp fingers.
50283 / 50000 words. 101% done!
* Leonardo DaVinci