Fitting in ~

Another weight to bear~

Foggy and floating, you dreamed. Your mind dreamed of feverish things, of sickness and restlessness. You sweat, you cried in pain and you felt the poison course through your veins. It raced through, pitter pattering up the bloodstream, burning down your defenses and creating sickness where strength once was. Burning at this skin, crushing at the organs, congealing in your nose- it spread. You felt the pain, a tremor of relief compared to the POSION. Howls and growls followed by panting and snarls filled your minds eye. Something was festering your blood, turning it sour. Something was corrupting you. Whispers, black and foul and full of rotting decay, paced around your mind. The fog was pierced by this harsh language, the world of mist in your head filled with it. It whispered to you and though the meaning was lost, the feel of them brought forth the image of temptation and mold, coming through corruption.

You felt wind, you felt light. Dreams of things truly. You heard your mothers voice once more, heard your families laughter. The dark words continued to bleed into you. And the binds holding your body released you. Cold stone settled beneath you- draining - draining the last of the light.

Voices, far off and jumbled called you home. Away from this darkening night. Away from this pulling pain. Come away from the night. Away from the moonlight. Back to day, come back to sun....

The sun...? But their was only this pain- only this blackness and the fog and the dark words above and all around you ... But the voice - the sense the voice gave- channeled you into a course you had thought lost. You smiled as the light spread. It was warm- it was welcome.

"- Come back please." Oh. A little voice you knew so well. Tiny and gentle, soft and true. He was your first friend - the one with .... With the large feet. Yes that's it. He did have very large feet ...

"What ails her, Gandalf ? What poison did that monster afflict ?" AH. The deep voice. The one of roaring rivers and dungeons deep. The one to call and command. A voice who brought memories of a scowling dark figure. A figure of dark hair and such. He liked to glare at you- at least ... That's what you thought.

"I cannot tell what brand of dark magic this is - but I can say it is a mild one in the sense." Another voice ? How many were whispering in your head and outside it ?

"In the sense ?!" The dark voice again, now growling. Their were growls in your head, growls and snarls. "What do you mean?!"

"I mean that it is not life threatening. At least - not at the moment. It is some ancient magic I have yet to figure out. But I do not know if it is in a form of an alteration magic of some other kind -these dark magics were and are powerful. Ones that burns the blood and drives the mind with darkness ......."

A collective gasp - there were even MORE voices ?- followed these words.

"W- what do you mean by that, Gandalf ? Do you mean like - like into a beast of part beast or of what fashion is this beast curses- thing !?" The little voice sounded flustered. He shouldn't be flustered, you thought.

"It means none of those things Bilbo- none at all. It is a magic I must come to understand with time.... But now - I am quite done with her half awake snooping." Something poked your side and you curled away from it, earning a gasp from everyone. "Arise Y/N! ARISE AWAY FROM THESE FEVER DREAMS !"

With these words your eyes shit open and you scrambled onto all fours, hands clutching at the stone as you took in the light. You stood, wobbling slightly, eyes burning to tears. It was so bright. You wanted to shrink away, to pull away from this daylight.

"She's wobbling too close to the edge !" Dwalin cried

"Grab her !" The collective shout came out and soon hands and arms were supporting you as well as a hand to your side to press onto your head. Whispered words in a tongue much different the Azogs harsh black language, brought relief from the blinding light. You gasped as your vision returned and shook yourhead. You saw the dawn, no burning trees. No angry wargs. Just beauty - bright shining light and -