Arthur's note: My first fanfiction, hold with me here.
--I do not own LOTR or any of its characters--
~*~ Up, slowly up the snowy slope of Caradhras, the ice-cold wind biting at the fellowship cruelly as they went.
Gandalf lead, with Gimli directly behind him, next came Boromir and then the three hobbits, and bringing up the rear was Aragorn with Legolas leading the chocolate brown pony Bill.
With the never-ending wind blowing violently and the snow that had begun to come down two hours ago and had still not ceased, the hobbits were miserable.
Pippin looked back at the two older hobbits stumbling in the snow behind him and Merry. He called Frodo's name softly, to see if he would respond at all, but to no avail. Not even a glance up from him, Frodo seemed to pre- occupied trying to keep warm to pay him any heed. His fair skin was extremely pale, his whole body shivering violently.
Sam looked up to Pippin's quiet calls, and Pippin nodded to Frodo and Sam instantly understood. He put his hand to Frodo's chin and lifted it up so he and Pippin could see.
Merry had also heard Pippin's calls, and was watching silently.
Frodo looked at Sam, politely puzzled. All three hobbits took a good look at him, but could find nothing very wrong, so Sam gave Frodo a small smile and let go.
Only Aragorn and Legolas seemed to notice the small hobbit's actions.
Legolas tapped Aragorn on the back lightly, and he slowed to walk next to him.
"Aragorn," Legolas hissed in his ear, "The hobbits cannot go on in such terrible weather. We must turn back!"
Aragorn gave a sigh. "Gandalf will never turn back, you know that."
"We must try! At least try!" Legolas said desperately.
Aragorn took one look at his distressed friend and gave another sigh. "Alright, I will."
He cupped his hands to his mouth and yelled, "Gandalf! We need to turn back! The hobbits cannot go through this, we need to turn back!"
The wizard turned and yelled back stubbornly, "No! As long as we can walk, we will keep going!"
"But-"Aragorn tried to protest but was cut off by Gandalf.
"No!" He yelled down the slope, and turned back to the snow covered path and started to walk again.
Legolas gave a sigh of despair and continued on, it was a slim hope anyway.
Frodo had been taking the wind and snow quietly, not complaining at all. He had only been keeping his attention on keeping warm when two voices brought him out of his reverie.
"Gandalf, we need to turn back! The hobbits cannot go through this, we need to turn back!" Aragorn was yelling behind him.
He stopped with the rest of the company and looked up to see Gandalf turn around and yell back, "No! As long as we can walk, we will keep going!"
Frodo groaned inwardly, stubborn wizard!
"But-"
"No!" And with that, the subject was closed and they started walking again.
Frodo had never been so cold in his life, except for maybe when he had been stabbed by the Morgul Blade. A shudder ran through his body at the thought of it. He sighed as he walked up the steep slope of Caradhras, knowing nothing could change Gandalf's mind.
~*~ They walked on for many hours, wet and cold. Finally Gandalf called for a stop, and they set up camp. It was hours into the night, and it was pitch black, no one but Legolas could see but a few feet in front of themselves.
As Frodo was rolling his bedroll out next to Sam's, Gandalf held his staff out before him and muttered a few incoherent words. In a second, the head of Gandalf's staff glowed a dim blue, just enough to be able to see things around them.
After a few pieces of bread and dry fruit each ("Are you sure this is dinner!?" Pippin said exasperatedly to Sam as he looked disappointedly at his own food.), the company lay down to go to sleep, Gimli on watch.
Frodo tried and tried again to get to sleep, but for some reason he just couldn't, so he sat in the middle of his bedroll gazing into the blackness of the night.
Sam had been awakened by Frodo's restlessness, and watched silently as his master sat up and gazed into nothing, deep in silence.
But then, Frodo became extremely still and alert, his morning-glory eyes and leaf shaped ears trying to detect something. He silently looked around slowly, hoping he was wrong in what he was hearing.
But he was right. He could faintly hear a soft pitter patter, pitter patter, among the rocks about 28 feet away from their camp.
"Mr. Frodo?" Frodo was startled out of his reverie by a hesitant voice behind him, and turned his gaze to see Sam watching him closely. "Are you ok? What's the matter?"
Frodo paused for a moment, surveying Sam and wondering if he should tell him.
"Nothing Sam, go back to sleep." Frodo replied steadily.
Sam gave Frodo a searching look, trying to find something out, but got nothing from those soft and shielding eyes. Finally he nodded with a sigh and lay down and fell asleep only a short time later.
After listening for several minutes and hearing nothing, Frodo finally gave up and also went to sleep.
-To be continued-
--I do not own LOTR or any of its characters--
~*~ Up, slowly up the snowy slope of Caradhras, the ice-cold wind biting at the fellowship cruelly as they went.
Gandalf lead, with Gimli directly behind him, next came Boromir and then the three hobbits, and bringing up the rear was Aragorn with Legolas leading the chocolate brown pony Bill.
With the never-ending wind blowing violently and the snow that had begun to come down two hours ago and had still not ceased, the hobbits were miserable.
Pippin looked back at the two older hobbits stumbling in the snow behind him and Merry. He called Frodo's name softly, to see if he would respond at all, but to no avail. Not even a glance up from him, Frodo seemed to pre- occupied trying to keep warm to pay him any heed. His fair skin was extremely pale, his whole body shivering violently.
Sam looked up to Pippin's quiet calls, and Pippin nodded to Frodo and Sam instantly understood. He put his hand to Frodo's chin and lifted it up so he and Pippin could see.
Merry had also heard Pippin's calls, and was watching silently.
Frodo looked at Sam, politely puzzled. All three hobbits took a good look at him, but could find nothing very wrong, so Sam gave Frodo a small smile and let go.
Only Aragorn and Legolas seemed to notice the small hobbit's actions.
Legolas tapped Aragorn on the back lightly, and he slowed to walk next to him.
"Aragorn," Legolas hissed in his ear, "The hobbits cannot go on in such terrible weather. We must turn back!"
Aragorn gave a sigh. "Gandalf will never turn back, you know that."
"We must try! At least try!" Legolas said desperately.
Aragorn took one look at his distressed friend and gave another sigh. "Alright, I will."
He cupped his hands to his mouth and yelled, "Gandalf! We need to turn back! The hobbits cannot go through this, we need to turn back!"
The wizard turned and yelled back stubbornly, "No! As long as we can walk, we will keep going!"
"But-"Aragorn tried to protest but was cut off by Gandalf.
"No!" He yelled down the slope, and turned back to the snow covered path and started to walk again.
Legolas gave a sigh of despair and continued on, it was a slim hope anyway.
Frodo had been taking the wind and snow quietly, not complaining at all. He had only been keeping his attention on keeping warm when two voices brought him out of his reverie.
"Gandalf, we need to turn back! The hobbits cannot go through this, we need to turn back!" Aragorn was yelling behind him.
He stopped with the rest of the company and looked up to see Gandalf turn around and yell back, "No! As long as we can walk, we will keep going!"
Frodo groaned inwardly, stubborn wizard!
"But-"
"No!" And with that, the subject was closed and they started walking again.
Frodo had never been so cold in his life, except for maybe when he had been stabbed by the Morgul Blade. A shudder ran through his body at the thought of it. He sighed as he walked up the steep slope of Caradhras, knowing nothing could change Gandalf's mind.
~*~ They walked on for many hours, wet and cold. Finally Gandalf called for a stop, and they set up camp. It was hours into the night, and it was pitch black, no one but Legolas could see but a few feet in front of themselves.
As Frodo was rolling his bedroll out next to Sam's, Gandalf held his staff out before him and muttered a few incoherent words. In a second, the head of Gandalf's staff glowed a dim blue, just enough to be able to see things around them.
After a few pieces of bread and dry fruit each ("Are you sure this is dinner!?" Pippin said exasperatedly to Sam as he looked disappointedly at his own food.), the company lay down to go to sleep, Gimli on watch.
Frodo tried and tried again to get to sleep, but for some reason he just couldn't, so he sat in the middle of his bedroll gazing into the blackness of the night.
Sam had been awakened by Frodo's restlessness, and watched silently as his master sat up and gazed into nothing, deep in silence.
But then, Frodo became extremely still and alert, his morning-glory eyes and leaf shaped ears trying to detect something. He silently looked around slowly, hoping he was wrong in what he was hearing.
But he was right. He could faintly hear a soft pitter patter, pitter patter, among the rocks about 28 feet away from their camp.
"Mr. Frodo?" Frodo was startled out of his reverie by a hesitant voice behind him, and turned his gaze to see Sam watching him closely. "Are you ok? What's the matter?"
Frodo paused for a moment, surveying Sam and wondering if he should tell him.
"Nothing Sam, go back to sleep." Frodo replied steadily.
Sam gave Frodo a searching look, trying to find something out, but got nothing from those soft and shielding eyes. Finally he nodded with a sigh and lay down and fell asleep only a short time later.
After listening for several minutes and hearing nothing, Frodo finally gave up and also went to sleep.
-To be continued-