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Amriala and Merry
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Date Posted: 11:27:25 09/05/02 Thu
Claxons were ringing in the white city. Not that it was white anymore. The entire city was a blaze. Far more destructive were the race of orcs that encircled the outer walls. She remembered the assault during the war of the ring. She had been but a child but the memory pierced her in the cold darkness of the house of healing. Darkness except for the flames, licking over solid stone and wooden houses alike. Arrows set a blaze were shooting over the castle ramnants, soldiers bravely defending the walls were shot down and their bodies burst into flames. The stench of rotting and gangrenous bodies filled the hospital. She could not cope. Amriala could never make any decisions. Especially when faced with choices such as this. Wounded soldiers and dying civillians flooded the house of healing. Who would she treat and who would she let die? She could not treat all of them. The orcs could be heard in the distance smashing through defence after defence. She knew they were not far off now any time soon they would have her and the battle of Minas Tirith would be lost. Nurses were being killed at their posts arrows shot through the small windows from captured battlements were finding their targets. Amriala was the last nurse left. In the rage and indescision she collapsed. A small boy had entered the house and all of her attention were upon him. In the far corner Merry lay still. But he was talking again. But this time he was not distant he was speaking to her.
"Nurse Help, help I must reach Rivendell"
"These are my wishes Please, you have to help me only you can help me, please"
"But what about the sick they need me"
"They're not real none of this is except me and you, in my fever i have seen many of peoples nightmares, I don't know why but i have fulfilled what i set out to accomplish"
"Naaaa yous talkin' nonsense"
"Nurse please you have to help if you wake up now ill be lost please get me to Rivendell, I HAVE DISCOVERED SOMETHING OF GREAT IMPORTANE, the shire must be warned" Just then as if to be silenced an arrow found its target and pierced Merry in the stomach. He was dead. And she was alone again
Amriala woke with a start her hand was apon Merrys forhead and she had slept there.
"Oh god" shouted the matron. "Did you do that"
Amriala gazed down and there Merry lay with blood pouring out of his stomach.
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