Ahhhhh!! Sorry... My computer deleted all of my writing.. and Im not to
happy about that... Anyways, I changed a few parts to actually make sense
for once... plus, I just discovered that Gimli and Legolas were really
great friends... but not in this fic.. they just bite eachother.. but they
do fight together... Well... I rewrote it... so there... Hah! Read my sucky
writing! Bwahahah! No, No , NO.... Im not forcing you to read it, you
know!! ^_^
Chapter One: Nightmare Torture
Somewhere... deep within his mind and soul, Frodo gasped for air. He then coughed as he collapsed into the ground, can't take the awful, polluted air of his mind. Frodo then blinked, telling himself: 'wake up wake up...'. But, this seemed to be real... it seemed to be happening right at that second... he then held his breathe. The sky was jet black.. smoke filled the air... the sun was at an eclipse. Nothing seemed to live there, no- nothing even lived there. He then breathed heavily as the smoke filled his lungs. He then coughed, hearing sounds of footsteps, hearing something near. Frodo then opened his eyes.
A cloaked stranger stood in front of him... only its glaring yellow eyes stared at him coldly, as golden hair peeked through the hood. Frodo knew right away, that she was a female, or a male elf with longThere, the first image, was Aragorn, tortured and whipped and kicked by Orcs. Blood streamed down his mouth hair. He then felt a chill through his spine as the female smiled, bending down, showing off a poisonous smile. Frodo then winced as she held out her hand as a bright orb appeared, showing off images. He glared at them in fear as tears streamed down his face.
and eyes as he bent down, as one was raising his sword, aiming for his head.
Before anything happened, the next image appeared.
The second was Gimli, he was thrown back and forth like a toy, beaten and kicked just like Aragorn. His beard was shredded to bits, his eyes weary and beaten, an ax blade rested on his arm as blood leaked out. Frodo widened his eyes as more tears streamed down his face. he wanted to get up, but he couldn't. Something held him down, something invisibly forced him down to the ground. The images continued as the female grinned.
The third and forth were Merry and Pippin, locked in a cell. Merry was black and blue from his bruises, and blood covered his face terribly. Pippin weeped beside his fallen friend as the door cells open. Frodo sobbed louder as a shawdow of a knife was held out. Pippin then screamed as he beacked away.
The fifth was Sam, who was running fearfully through the black forest as Orc's chased him with daggers and swords. Sam then tripped as the Orc's caught up with him, rising its dagger, laughing cruelly. Frodo then gasped for air as his fresh air ran out.
The sixth image was Gandalf in chains. An Orc then seized his staff, smacking him straight on the face as it snapped. The Orc grinned as he pulled out a dagger, closer and closer, he walked towards the wizard. Gandalf then closed his eyes. Frodo felt cold sweat drip off him as he heard Gandalf screamed painfully.
The final one was Legolas. Just like Gandalf, he was in chains, bending down to the ground with arrows strucken on his arm and leg. He breathed harshly as the Orc's came once again, kicking him on the face. Legolas then cried with pain as the other jabbed the arrow right out of him, then aiming towards his chest, grinning evily.
Frodo felt his courage for everything being battled away as fear nearly claimed him. The female then whispered her words faintly, as the orb dissapeared with a bright flash. Frodo then felt one last of his courage stand up, earging him to scream and shout: "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY FRIENDS?!"
The female then winked as she stood up, rubbing her hands together.
"...I ...have... done... nothing..." She said hissed like a snake as her voice echoed throughout his soul. Frodo somehow doubted that as he turned bright red. The female grinned as her hair flashed brightly.
"...such ...a ...harmful ...look ...for a.... hobbit..." She said faintly, barley enough to understand. Frodo narrowed his eyes as he forced himself up, braking the invisble barriers. The female just glared, then laughed.
"...you ...have ...great ...faith and trust... in... your... friends...." She hissed once again. Frodo angered.
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO THEM?!?!?!" He demanded as answer as his voice sounded dangerous. The female grinned, then tightened her cloak.
"... thats ... if... you.... fail... to... destroy...." She trailed off. Frodo gave a confused look as he coughed.
"What? What do you mean?" He asked as his anger died down, turning into fear. The female laughed.
"...ring bearer..." She began, then continued.
"...destroy.... the..." Her voice suddenly became frantic and frightened. Frodo then coughed again as he backed away, the smoke blinding him. The female then coughed as the air turned into heavy smoke. Frodo then screeched as the sky turned into flames of Mount Doom. There, for Frodo worst fear... an eye engulfed in flames. It then laughed.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!" Frodo shouted as he tumbled off his bed, breathing heavily. His pillows and blankets then followed. Frodo felt frightened, he felt hopeless. What on earth was that nightmare? Is it what had happened just now? Or was it to be if he 'failed'? Frodo was silent and motionless, not daring to move a muscle. He was suddely afraid of the dark, suddenly fearing for whom he was dreaming in his nightmare.
Like a young child, afraid of the dark, he grasped his blacket tightly, not daring to let go, and for the rest of the night, he stayed that way, till dawn came. Frodo somehow knew, something terrible, frightful, was going to happen. Frodo then heard foot steps towards his room, fear flooding his mind, greatly.
"Ooooh..." Gimli frowned, rubbing his head painfully as he collapsed himself onto the ground. Legolas looked behind himself, glaring at the dwarf.
"Come on! We cant waste any time!" He scolded, continuing up the hill. Gimli growled as he forced himself up, snatching his ax. Gimli angered as sweat trailed trailed down his face onto his beard.
"Sooo tired..." He panted, nearly collapsing. Legolas then turned around once again. He also was tired, but, there wasn't any time to waste... no, they couldn't afford wasting time. Legolas then turned to the horizon. There were more hills to cross, and one more meadow. He thought to himself as Gimli panted as he walked towards the elf. Legolas then sensed a bad feeling. The meadow here was wide and open, barely any trees for protection, and traps and holes. While he was thinking, Gimli then caught up and breathed heavily, then widening his eyes.
"Awww.... twelve more miles to go..." He moaned. Legolas then snapped out from his thoughts, looking at the dwarf. Gimli then whinned.
"Can't we take a break? Can't we even rest??" He weezed, leaning against the handle of his ax. Legolas sighed.
"I wish, but, Aragorn said we have to return immediantly after we delivered the letter." He said quietly. Gimli growled.
"I'm getting tired of being bossed around like a toy... no dwarf is going to obey a human!" He grunted stubbornly. Legolas narrowed his eyes.
"Well, Aragorn happens to be my friend... and I trust him." He said firmly. Gimli rolled his eyes as he looked up to the sun.
"Then why hasn't he given us a horse at least if he wants us immediantly?" His voice sounded suspicious somehow. Legolas sighed. True... Gimli did have a point. Legolas then shook his head.
"He must have his reasons." He defended. Gimli just murmered under his breathe. Legolas then growled.
"If you don't want to come, then don't. Fight the Orc's by yourself." He said, sounding like a threat. Gimli laughed.
"Ooooh yeah! I can take 20 at the same time!" He bragged, grinning. Legolas laughed doubtfully as he started to walked down the hill, holding his bow tightly. HE then spoke.
"You can't take anything! You get tired easily, you'll give up easily. Its no use, dwarf." Legolas smirked, walking away. Gimli wanted to scream and shout at him, but, something stopped him. Gimli left it the way it was.
Gimli just sat there as his friend slowly turned smaller, slowly dissapearing into the horizon. Gimli growled, forcing himself up, cursing.
"Damn elves.... soooo adventurous, they never give up..." He said under his breathe as he slowly walked on the path the elf was. Legolas grinned.
"Looks like he decided to come..." Legolas said quietly, turning around. Hours seemed to pass by as Gimli wearily followed Legolas's path, panting and sweating. Legolas continued, also feeling tired.
The sun slowly settled itself behind the clound, sinking into the meadow in a distance. The azure sky slowly turned pale blue, then darker it got as the time past by. Legolas then smiled as he stood on the final hill top, gazing into the meadow. He slready noticed two traps pasted onto the ground, and a few rocks and holes planted onto the ground.
"Finally..." He said in releif.
"The meadow...." Legolas then remembered that there was no trees in the heart of the meadow, only in a fair distance away. Legolas then looked behind him, seeing Gimli crawling up the hill. Legolas then spoke.
"Come on, Gimli! Only two more miles!" She called down to him. Gimli then angered, collapsing himself onto the tender grass and flowers, refusing to get up. Legolas narrowed his eyes.
"What are you doing Gimli? Come on! Its ONLY two miles!" He said. Gimli growled.
"...ONLY two miles..." He said sarcastically, looking up to the elf.
"Oh, don't worry about me, Its ONLY two miles..." He said sarcastically once again, grinning painfully. Legolas shook his head.
"You can get rid of the sarcasm." He said, pointing towards the meadow.
"Rivendell is not so far." He said, trying to comfort Gimli. Gimli laughed.
"Thats right, its not SO far." He repeated, annoying Legolas even more. Legolas opened his mouth to say an insult, but, he then noticed something. Gimli somehow noticed it too as the two paused. There was silence as the wind cooled down, their spines started to chill. Gimli felt his sweat somehow freeze, but not sighting and coldness, but only the wind. Legolas then couldn't fel his body, somehow feeling knum and paralized.
Gimli and Legolas winced as a mighty blow of wind then struck them, out of no where. Gimli ducked down, knowing that the hill would block and guard him from the wind. Legolas then lost his balance as he felt himself thrown into the air, nearly slamming into Gimli. Gimli then glared at the elf as Legolas rubbed his neck, moaning painfully.
Legolas then paused. The sounds of the wind disappeared, but the grass and his items where swinging from the wind. Legolas then looked at Gimli. His mouth was moving, but no words were hearful. Gimli seemed to be miming, but wasn't. Legolas blinked as everything seemed to be deaf. He then could read Gimli's mouth. He said: Legolas! What happening? Legolas then breathed heavily as he heard a silent voice, sounding somehow like a snake. The slithery voice then turned into a deep voice, a voice he could reconize anywhere.
"...blood... I seek... blood...." It began. Legolas then noticed his eyes sight dimming, Gimli dissapearing, the chilling wind dying down. Legolas blinked as he felt burning flames behind him. He looked behind himself, seeing the one thing everyone feared: The on thing he feared. The Eye Of Sauron. Everything then dissapeared.
Legolas then opened his eyes, cold sweat trailing down his face. Gimli, somehow, looked terrified.
"Did you see that....?" Gimli said faintly. Legolas too a deep breathe.
"Did you... did you seee it?" He asked. Gimli nodded as shivered.
"What do you think this means? Is it a warning?" Gimli asked the elf. Legolas was silent.
"Yes..." He said quietly, looking up to the sky.
"I believe Sauron... has returned."
To Be Continued....
So there... thats the first chapter. I think I kinda made Frodo's part freaky... But they destroyed the ring, but, did he really return? You have to find out in the next chapter!! R&R!
Chapter One: Nightmare Torture
Somewhere... deep within his mind and soul, Frodo gasped for air. He then coughed as he collapsed into the ground, can't take the awful, polluted air of his mind. Frodo then blinked, telling himself: 'wake up wake up...'. But, this seemed to be real... it seemed to be happening right at that second... he then held his breathe. The sky was jet black.. smoke filled the air... the sun was at an eclipse. Nothing seemed to live there, no- nothing even lived there. He then breathed heavily as the smoke filled his lungs. He then coughed, hearing sounds of footsteps, hearing something near. Frodo then opened his eyes.
A cloaked stranger stood in front of him... only its glaring yellow eyes stared at him coldly, as golden hair peeked through the hood. Frodo knew right away, that she was a female, or a male elf with longThere, the first image, was Aragorn, tortured and whipped and kicked by Orcs. Blood streamed down his mouth hair. He then felt a chill through his spine as the female smiled, bending down, showing off a poisonous smile. Frodo then winced as she held out her hand as a bright orb appeared, showing off images. He glared at them in fear as tears streamed down his face.
and eyes as he bent down, as one was raising his sword, aiming for his head.
Before anything happened, the next image appeared.
The second was Gimli, he was thrown back and forth like a toy, beaten and kicked just like Aragorn. His beard was shredded to bits, his eyes weary and beaten, an ax blade rested on his arm as blood leaked out. Frodo widened his eyes as more tears streamed down his face. he wanted to get up, but he couldn't. Something held him down, something invisibly forced him down to the ground. The images continued as the female grinned.
The third and forth were Merry and Pippin, locked in a cell. Merry was black and blue from his bruises, and blood covered his face terribly. Pippin weeped beside his fallen friend as the door cells open. Frodo sobbed louder as a shawdow of a knife was held out. Pippin then screamed as he beacked away.
The fifth was Sam, who was running fearfully through the black forest as Orc's chased him with daggers and swords. Sam then tripped as the Orc's caught up with him, rising its dagger, laughing cruelly. Frodo then gasped for air as his fresh air ran out.
The sixth image was Gandalf in chains. An Orc then seized his staff, smacking him straight on the face as it snapped. The Orc grinned as he pulled out a dagger, closer and closer, he walked towards the wizard. Gandalf then closed his eyes. Frodo felt cold sweat drip off him as he heard Gandalf screamed painfully.
The final one was Legolas. Just like Gandalf, he was in chains, bending down to the ground with arrows strucken on his arm and leg. He breathed harshly as the Orc's came once again, kicking him on the face. Legolas then cried with pain as the other jabbed the arrow right out of him, then aiming towards his chest, grinning evily.
Frodo felt his courage for everything being battled away as fear nearly claimed him. The female then whispered her words faintly, as the orb dissapeared with a bright flash. Frodo then felt one last of his courage stand up, earging him to scream and shout: "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO MY FRIENDS?!"
The female then winked as she stood up, rubbing her hands together.
"...I ...have... done... nothing..." She said hissed like a snake as her voice echoed throughout his soul. Frodo somehow doubted that as he turned bright red. The female grinned as her hair flashed brightly.
"...such ...a ...harmful ...look ...for a.... hobbit..." She said faintly, barley enough to understand. Frodo narrowed his eyes as he forced himself up, braking the invisble barriers. The female just glared, then laughed.
"...you ...have ...great ...faith and trust... in... your... friends...." She hissed once again. Frodo angered.
"WHAT DID YOU DO TO THEM?!?!?!" He demanded as answer as his voice sounded dangerous. The female grinned, then tightened her cloak.
"... thats ... if... you.... fail... to... destroy...." She trailed off. Frodo gave a confused look as he coughed.
"What? What do you mean?" He asked as his anger died down, turning into fear. The female laughed.
"...ring bearer..." She began, then continued.
"...destroy.... the..." Her voice suddenly became frantic and frightened. Frodo then coughed again as he backed away, the smoke blinding him. The female then coughed as the air turned into heavy smoke. Frodo then screeched as the sky turned into flames of Mount Doom. There, for Frodo worst fear... an eye engulfed in flames. It then laughed.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!" Frodo shouted as he tumbled off his bed, breathing heavily. His pillows and blankets then followed. Frodo felt frightened, he felt hopeless. What on earth was that nightmare? Is it what had happened just now? Or was it to be if he 'failed'? Frodo was silent and motionless, not daring to move a muscle. He was suddely afraid of the dark, suddenly fearing for whom he was dreaming in his nightmare.
Like a young child, afraid of the dark, he grasped his blacket tightly, not daring to let go, and for the rest of the night, he stayed that way, till dawn came. Frodo somehow knew, something terrible, frightful, was going to happen. Frodo then heard foot steps towards his room, fear flooding his mind, greatly.
"Ooooh..." Gimli frowned, rubbing his head painfully as he collapsed himself onto the ground. Legolas looked behind himself, glaring at the dwarf.
"Come on! We cant waste any time!" He scolded, continuing up the hill. Gimli growled as he forced himself up, snatching his ax. Gimli angered as sweat trailed trailed down his face onto his beard.
"Sooo tired..." He panted, nearly collapsing. Legolas then turned around once again. He also was tired, but, there wasn't any time to waste... no, they couldn't afford wasting time. Legolas then turned to the horizon. There were more hills to cross, and one more meadow. He thought to himself as Gimli panted as he walked towards the elf. Legolas then sensed a bad feeling. The meadow here was wide and open, barely any trees for protection, and traps and holes. While he was thinking, Gimli then caught up and breathed heavily, then widening his eyes.
"Awww.... twelve more miles to go..." He moaned. Legolas then snapped out from his thoughts, looking at the dwarf. Gimli then whinned.
"Can't we take a break? Can't we even rest??" He weezed, leaning against the handle of his ax. Legolas sighed.
"I wish, but, Aragorn said we have to return immediantly after we delivered the letter." He said quietly. Gimli growled.
"I'm getting tired of being bossed around like a toy... no dwarf is going to obey a human!" He grunted stubbornly. Legolas narrowed his eyes.
"Well, Aragorn happens to be my friend... and I trust him." He said firmly. Gimli rolled his eyes as he looked up to the sun.
"Then why hasn't he given us a horse at least if he wants us immediantly?" His voice sounded suspicious somehow. Legolas sighed. True... Gimli did have a point. Legolas then shook his head.
"He must have his reasons." He defended. Gimli just murmered under his breathe. Legolas then growled.
"If you don't want to come, then don't. Fight the Orc's by yourself." He said, sounding like a threat. Gimli laughed.
"Ooooh yeah! I can take 20 at the same time!" He bragged, grinning. Legolas laughed doubtfully as he started to walked down the hill, holding his bow tightly. HE then spoke.
"You can't take anything! You get tired easily, you'll give up easily. Its no use, dwarf." Legolas smirked, walking away. Gimli wanted to scream and shout at him, but, something stopped him. Gimli left it the way it was.
Gimli just sat there as his friend slowly turned smaller, slowly dissapearing into the horizon. Gimli growled, forcing himself up, cursing.
"Damn elves.... soooo adventurous, they never give up..." He said under his breathe as he slowly walked on the path the elf was. Legolas grinned.
"Looks like he decided to come..." Legolas said quietly, turning around. Hours seemed to pass by as Gimli wearily followed Legolas's path, panting and sweating. Legolas continued, also feeling tired.
The sun slowly settled itself behind the clound, sinking into the meadow in a distance. The azure sky slowly turned pale blue, then darker it got as the time past by. Legolas then smiled as he stood on the final hill top, gazing into the meadow. He slready noticed two traps pasted onto the ground, and a few rocks and holes planted onto the ground.
"Finally..." He said in releif.
"The meadow...." Legolas then remembered that there was no trees in the heart of the meadow, only in a fair distance away. Legolas then looked behind him, seeing Gimli crawling up the hill. Legolas then spoke.
"Come on, Gimli! Only two more miles!" She called down to him. Gimli then angered, collapsing himself onto the tender grass and flowers, refusing to get up. Legolas narrowed his eyes.
"What are you doing Gimli? Come on! Its ONLY two miles!" He said. Gimli growled.
"...ONLY two miles..." He said sarcastically, looking up to the elf.
"Oh, don't worry about me, Its ONLY two miles..." He said sarcastically once again, grinning painfully. Legolas shook his head.
"You can get rid of the sarcasm." He said, pointing towards the meadow.
"Rivendell is not so far." He said, trying to comfort Gimli. Gimli laughed.
"Thats right, its not SO far." He repeated, annoying Legolas even more. Legolas opened his mouth to say an insult, but, he then noticed something. Gimli somehow noticed it too as the two paused. There was silence as the wind cooled down, their spines started to chill. Gimli felt his sweat somehow freeze, but not sighting and coldness, but only the wind. Legolas then couldn't fel his body, somehow feeling knum and paralized.
Gimli and Legolas winced as a mighty blow of wind then struck them, out of no where. Gimli ducked down, knowing that the hill would block and guard him from the wind. Legolas then lost his balance as he felt himself thrown into the air, nearly slamming into Gimli. Gimli then glared at the elf as Legolas rubbed his neck, moaning painfully.
Legolas then paused. The sounds of the wind disappeared, but the grass and his items where swinging from the wind. Legolas then looked at Gimli. His mouth was moving, but no words were hearful. Gimli seemed to be miming, but wasn't. Legolas blinked as everything seemed to be deaf. He then could read Gimli's mouth. He said: Legolas! What happening? Legolas then breathed heavily as he heard a silent voice, sounding somehow like a snake. The slithery voice then turned into a deep voice, a voice he could reconize anywhere.
"...blood... I seek... blood...." It began. Legolas then noticed his eyes sight dimming, Gimli dissapearing, the chilling wind dying down. Legolas blinked as he felt burning flames behind him. He looked behind himself, seeing the one thing everyone feared: The on thing he feared. The Eye Of Sauron. Everything then dissapeared.
Legolas then opened his eyes, cold sweat trailing down his face. Gimli, somehow, looked terrified.
"Did you see that....?" Gimli said faintly. Legolas too a deep breathe.
"Did you... did you seee it?" He asked. Gimli nodded as shivered.
"What do you think this means? Is it a warning?" Gimli asked the elf. Legolas was silent.
"Yes..." He said quietly, looking up to the sky.
"I believe Sauron... has returned."
To Be Continued....
So there... thats the first chapter. I think I kinda made Frodo's part freaky... But they destroyed the ring, but, did he really return? You have to find out in the next chapter!! R&R!
