Hullo all! This is my first serious story so it's probably not the best one ever. Anyway it focuses on the events between Weathertop and Rivendell (what else is new?) I hope you enjoy! :)
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Disclaimer: I do not own anything LOTR related.
Genre : Angst/Action/Adventure
Rating: PG - PG13
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"Oh Elbereth! Gilthoniel!"
Frodo heard himself yell out those words aloud as he struck at the feet of the menacing enemy that stood before him. The undead king let out a shrill cry but at the same time he struck Frodo with his morgul blade. Through his fading vision Frodo caught a glimpse of Strider leap out of the darkness with a flaming brand in each hand. With every inch of strength Frodo had left in him, he pulled the ring off his finger and closed his right hand upon it.
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Frodo awoke, finding himself laying flat on his back, three young and worried faces looked down at him.
"Where is the pale king?" Frodo heard himself ask. The others exchanged glances, they were quite confused with the question but yet they were more than happy to hear him speak.
Sam clasped Frodo's good hand and spoke to him softly, "Well, Mr. Frodo I'm afraid I don't know anythin' about a pale king, but when we saw you laying face down like that we all thought you were dead! Strider ordered us to pick you up and lay you by the fire..then he left.. I still don't think we can trust that character.."
As Sam spoke, Frodo felt pain assail him and he gasped, clutching Sam's hand tightly with his own. Sam noticed his discomfort and put his free hand on his master's brow as a gesture of comfort. Frodo seemed to relax a little under his touch but the hurt still lingered there in his shoulder and side. How could such a small wound hurt so much?
At that moment Strider appeared out of the shadows, and at the same time Sam unsheathed his sword and stood over Frodo in a protective manner.
"You do not need to fear me, Sam," said Strider as he knelt down by Frodo, "I am not a black rider, nor am I in league with them." At those words Sam lowered his weapon and stepped aside.
Strider looked down at Frodo. His fair face was covered with sweat and lines of pain crossed over his tiny features. "We must act fast," he said to the other three, "Merry, Pippin get those extra blankets out of your packs, Sam, you boil water in your kettle." While the hobbits worked, Strider drew out long leaves from his pack. "I have searched long and hard to find these leaves," he said as he crushed the leaves with his fingers. " "It's healing virtues are great but I fear that it will not be able to heal it completely."
As soon as the water was heated, Strider threw the leaves into the hot liquid. The air was soon filled with a sweet fragrance that left each one of them feeling refreshed and somewhat calm. Strider walked over to Frodo and peeled back the layers of clothing that covered up the wound. When the wound was exposed Strider dipped a cloth into the athelas water, wrung it out and started to gently bathe the wound with it.
Frodo immediatly grit his teeth at the pain of hot water entering his wound but soon relaxed as the athelas began to take effect and his breathing slowly evened.
"Come now, we must make haste," Strider said, picking up Frodo and placing him on Bill. "We must get to Rivendell and take him to Lord Elrond."
"Rivendell?" Sam asked. He turned to Merry and Pippin, "Did you hear that? Rivendell! We're goin' to see the elves!"
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Hehe, that's all for this chapter, I hope you all enjoyed. You can expect the next chapter up by tonight or tomorow at the latest (I love spring break!) :) Please R&R! Later people. :)
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Disclaimer: I do not own anything LOTR related.
Genre : Angst/Action/Adventure
Rating: PG - PG13
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"Oh Elbereth! Gilthoniel!"
Frodo heard himself yell out those words aloud as he struck at the feet of the menacing enemy that stood before him. The undead king let out a shrill cry but at the same time he struck Frodo with his morgul blade. Through his fading vision Frodo caught a glimpse of Strider leap out of the darkness with a flaming brand in each hand. With every inch of strength Frodo had left in him, he pulled the ring off his finger and closed his right hand upon it.
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Frodo awoke, finding himself laying flat on his back, three young and worried faces looked down at him.
"Where is the pale king?" Frodo heard himself ask. The others exchanged glances, they were quite confused with the question but yet they were more than happy to hear him speak.
Sam clasped Frodo's good hand and spoke to him softly, "Well, Mr. Frodo I'm afraid I don't know anythin' about a pale king, but when we saw you laying face down like that we all thought you were dead! Strider ordered us to pick you up and lay you by the fire..then he left.. I still don't think we can trust that character.."
As Sam spoke, Frodo felt pain assail him and he gasped, clutching Sam's hand tightly with his own. Sam noticed his discomfort and put his free hand on his master's brow as a gesture of comfort. Frodo seemed to relax a little under his touch but the hurt still lingered there in his shoulder and side. How could such a small wound hurt so much?
At that moment Strider appeared out of the shadows, and at the same time Sam unsheathed his sword and stood over Frodo in a protective manner.
"You do not need to fear me, Sam," said Strider as he knelt down by Frodo, "I am not a black rider, nor am I in league with them." At those words Sam lowered his weapon and stepped aside.
Strider looked down at Frodo. His fair face was covered with sweat and lines of pain crossed over his tiny features. "We must act fast," he said to the other three, "Merry, Pippin get those extra blankets out of your packs, Sam, you boil water in your kettle." While the hobbits worked, Strider drew out long leaves from his pack. "I have searched long and hard to find these leaves," he said as he crushed the leaves with his fingers. " "It's healing virtues are great but I fear that it will not be able to heal it completely."
As soon as the water was heated, Strider threw the leaves into the hot liquid. The air was soon filled with a sweet fragrance that left each one of them feeling refreshed and somewhat calm. Strider walked over to Frodo and peeled back the layers of clothing that covered up the wound. When the wound was exposed Strider dipped a cloth into the athelas water, wrung it out and started to gently bathe the wound with it.
Frodo immediatly grit his teeth at the pain of hot water entering his wound but soon relaxed as the athelas began to take effect and his breathing slowly evened.
"Come now, we must make haste," Strider said, picking up Frodo and placing him on Bill. "We must get to Rivendell and take him to Lord Elrond."
"Rivendell?" Sam asked. He turned to Merry and Pippin, "Did you hear that? Rivendell! We're goin' to see the elves!"
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Hehe, that's all for this chapter, I hope you all enjoyed. You can expect the next chapter up by tonight or tomorow at the latest (I love spring break!) :) Please R&R! Later people. :)