. (summary continued) Boromir is dead. Gandalf is dead (or IS he...?). While the ring begins to take a hold of Frodo, the mysterious apples begin to affect Aragorn more deeply. Oh yeah, not to mention the chaos that is issuing from the two towers. Will Sam ever realize that he can't really fly? Will the Nazgul finally catch a break? Will Aragorn find himself overwhelmed by all of his gay friends? BIG stuff happening!
Author's Note: Yes, it is here. The sequel. I know that this first chapter is really short, but the other ones will definitely be longer. (This is just the prologue!) Please r/r! Thanks! Bye!
Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli were running through the woods. If you do not remember, they were searching for Merry and Pippin. Legolas and Gimli were disturbing Aragorn slightly by giggling and running into each other playfully.
"Yo, guys!" Aragorn called over his shoulder. "Move faster!"
"You go ahead, Aragorn," Legolas answered. "We'll catch up!"
And they collapsed on the dirt ground together right there.
"Oh my God..." Aragorn growled, rolling his eyes. He turned around to pull Legolas and Gimli up.
Meanwhile, Boromir was in the boat that Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli had put him in. He was waking up from a daze and felt pain and exhaustion, but he felt he would live.
"I'm... alive!" he exclaimed hoarsley.
And then he went over the falls of Rauros and hit his head on the rocks.
NOW he was dead.
Frodo and Sam were stumbling around the rocks of Emyn Muil. Frodo sat down, telling Sam he needed rest. They both fell asleep.
Frodo dreamed of the day, not long ago, that Gandalf had fallen into shadow. Images of that moment filled his head. He remembered Sam saying so matter-of-factly, "I can fly." He remembered Gandalf sliding over the edge of the cliff. He remembered Aragorn telling Legolas to write a letter to the Guiness World Records book.
He awoke sharply to Sam shrieking like a little girl as a bunch of pigeons tried to steal his lembas bread. Frodo sighed, and stood up to help his friend fend off the birds.
Pippin was tied around the back of a very smelly Uruk. He wondered if his captors would feed him anything; he was quite hungry. He looked around at the Uruk carrying Merry. Merry had a cut on his head and appeared to be unconscious.
"Psst! Merry!" Pippin whispered.
"Shut up, hafling, and I'll give you a mushroom!" the Uruk carrying Pippin hissed. Pippin thought about it. He looked back at Merry, but he had not responded.
"Mmm," Pippin said in thought, "okay! Screw Merry, I'd LOVE a mushroom!"