Aug 13, 2003 16:05
Still unconcious, Primrose starts to dream. Not good dreams of tea on Saturdays or wandering through the Shire, but nightmares of sinister cackling and the feeling of... oh no.. .there's something coming... something bad is coming...it's getting nearer it's getting nearer oh Eru it's trying to get me help me...
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Melba! I had a bad ..... *sees Ms. Primrose's condition, pales, rushes to her side*
Ms. Primrose? Ms. Primrose? Oh, this is not good. Not good at all. *worries, takes her cold, stone-like hand in his*
*glances over at Melba and Primula* What are we going to do?
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She doesn't have any bruises.
((Ahahahaha))
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*starts to get all panicky again*
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I sent for Halfast so he should be around soon. There doesn't seem to be any other grown Gamgees around nowadays.
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*softly* You're a wonderful lass, Melba. I don't think I tell you that often enough. Thank you for your help.
I'm going to get some flowers from the garden. Just in case she wakes up. She will wake up. She must. She has to.
*worries*
*heads out to the garden*
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Thanks, Uncle Senie.
Try not to worry. I'm sure she'll be all right eventually.
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