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[frodofigment]

*stumbles out of one of the back alley ways, and startles again, utterly confused at his surroundings. Looks around in wild-eyed fear as he is passed by Big People and horses*

What...what...*presses himself against the wall* Ivy...Ivy...mother!

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[trahald]

Iorhael! Iorhael, what are you doing out here?

[frodofigment]

*like a scared little animal, takes flight at the sound of someone shouting so near. Runs blindly in front of a horse and cart*

[trahald]

No!

*runs out, snarling at the cart driver, dropping to his knees beside the fallen hobbit* I can't fix you....you, of all....I can't...

[frodofigment]

*looks up at him* Smeagol, I'm alright. Just stunned.

[trahald]

You get hit by a barreling cart and you're fine. A papercut, and you're going to die. Ah, yes. I see. *checks him over and then moves him carefully out of the way* You're not alright. You're not going to die, but...

[frodofigment]

*looks at his arm and the odd angle it's hanging at* ........Oh. Well. I can't feel it. *looks at Smeagol fearfully* What do I do?

[trahald]

*frowns* I'm going to strangle that girl. Come on, Iorhael. You mother will set it.

[frodofigment]

Why can't I feel it? Shouldn't it hurt?

*looking at his arm* Don't hurt Ivy. She didn't do this. She just wanted to make me happy.

[trahald]

You don't feel it because you made it so you wouldn't feel pain when you came back, I'm assuming. Pain would remind you too quickly...you lived for it, I think.

*growls* Yes. It should.

*stares at him* She's irresponsible.

[frodofigment]

Then why doesn't it?

No, I asked her to do this for me. Please, Smeagol, don't hurt her. Please? I beg you.

[trahald]

....You don't have nerve endings.

*frowns and tugs him down the street* You needn't worry about Ivy. I will take care of her in my own way. You go back to your room and have your mother set your arm.

[frodofigment]

That doesn't make sense, Smeagol. I can feel...I just can't feel this.

*sighs and follows him* Don't hurt her.

[trahald]

*cuffs him* Be glad it doesn't hurt. Appreciate the fact that you don't feel that!

*only snarls in response, grabbing his uninjured arm in a vice-like grip and dragging him through the streets back to the Inn*

[frodofigment]

It scares me! I don't feel this...pain! I have never felt pain, and that scares me. I have read of it, I have seen others feel it, but I don't feel pain.

*digs in his heels, pulling his arm away* And I am told someone is looking for me, but I'm not informed why...only because of who I am. I am wearing this...this mask because of it. I am confined to an Inn because of it. I want to know why! I want to know why all of this is happening. It terrifies me to think I haven't any say in any of this! I have no knowledge! Who am I, Smeagol? Why did I grow so fast? Why don't I feel pain? Why is the beauty of a sunflower so...heartbreaking? Why, Smeagol? Why am I here? TELL ME WHAT IT ALL MEANS!

[trahald]

BE QUIET! *slaps him sharply across the face, nearly dropping him to the ground with the force*

[frodofigment]

*stares at him in silence for a long moment, then lifts his hand to his face, realizing the feeling that came with that gesture. Pain...closes his eyes as it radiates out from his arm, sharp and intense. Grits his teeth against it, opening his tearful eyes to look at Smeagol. Pain...*

I hate you! *turns on his heel and flees as fast as he can down the street*