The Isle: A Meeting
Unbeknownst to others as secrets always happen, one is falling slowly towards the ground as if in sleep. Sleep does not greet this small one, but another more lasting thing will. It has already struck so many but few have paid attention to it. Maybe his fate will cause a change or maybe it will take more that...one small hobbit? ............................................................................ ......................................................
All had worked out as it was seemed like it should have. But things were not clear. There was so much left here and there not yet conquered not yet contained. The Fellowship succeeded but the members seemed to now drift listlessly. There was a constant fear just over the horizon. Sam was slowly making his way down the well trodden paths on horseback. He was heading to the old home of his missed friend. Stopping he pulled his sleeve down making sure it covered his arm totally before issuing a single knock.
The group was meeting as a remembrance to Frodo. All were to come, but things were no longer the same. Merry opened the door and immediately pulled Sam in before a word could be spoken. Bill was left outside to munch on the delectable grass. Once Sam's eyes got used to the pale light inside, he muttered about the absurdity of the picture in front of him. Gimli was currently trying to "duel" the elf. Sam's eyes widened at the mock fight that was playing out. Gimli expertly swung his axe straight at the elf's long legs. Knowing the elf's only chance to save himself from dismemberment, was to jump he planned to hit him with the back of his axe just as the elf leapt. Amazingly Legolas seemed to not want to go along with the dwarf's ideas. He quickly took a slight step back and grabbed his knives. With a single swing, he hit the dwarf with the blunt side on the hand.
The dwarf slightly dropped his axe, giving Legolas an open shot. Legolas brought his boot right to the dwarf's middle sending him sliding backwards. With a slight spin of his remaining knife he launched it to hit just above the dwarf's helmet. Just as it hit the wood, Gimli sent his axe flying at Legolas. Legolas jumped away to miss certain pain, but forgot about his surroundings. He caught his foot on some impeding furniture and with a slight "Umph" he landed on his back. Gimli let out a loud laugh, as Legolas shook his head and muttered something in elvish. Aragorn chose this moment to walk in from the back of the abode. He smirked slightly and let the two deal with it as he made his way towards Sam. Aragorn knew the two would not totally kill each other at least. Sam noticed his approach, but said little. Aragorn questioned him, "So how are you doing Sam?" Their was a slight spark of pain that appeared in his odd pallor. "Fine Strider. Bill and I have been doing quite well. And thanks for letting me have Bill", Sam spoke. Stopping the hobbit from once again thanking him for Bill, Aragorn motioned him to come sit down. The others of the group slowly made their way to the chairs. Slowly tales of the current times unfolded.
Within Aragorn's summary of current problems, he mentioned an odd tale of Rohan's people. There was a handful of people who were falling quite ill. Very little was known of the sickness. But a small number were able to live through it. And its spread was undeniable. Arwen and him had been discussing this earlier today, but now it seemed to carry an odd sense of importance. He felt glad that he decided to assist the people of Rohan in looking for a cure. Sam seemed to slightly shudder at all of this. Soon a nock was heard on the thick hobbit door. Legolas questioned Aragorn with a glance, he wondered about the meaning behind these horseback men. Aragorn opened the door to find a small number of Rohan soldiers with pikes and swords at the ready. Legolas was already behind Aragorn with an arrow pointing at their leader, before the first breath could be drawn. Gimli was quickly there too, as were the hobbits. Aragorn motioned for the lowering of weapons, and soon things were explained.
The men were here because of a journey Aragorn planned on taking. It would be to the west. There tales had abounded of certain groups who had found a cure for this new illness. One of the men, Belethruv, would lead Aragorn to the initial staring point of these rumors. Legolas and Gimli listened to the finer points on the places the journey would go to, and decided to assist. Mainly, they just wished to go out and do something. The conversation soon diminished as the sun made its way down. Sam listened for quite some time, but slowly fell towards the ground unconscious. Legolas turned quickly, he had heard the hobbit softly moan on his way towards the cold floor. Aragorn noticed Legolas' dismay and henceforth knew the reason. Sam was barely breathing. He had lost a lot of the girth that he used to portray. His whole body seemed quite gaunt. Legolas amazingly caught Sam before the hobbit could do any further damage.
Sam would not wake up. A thought consistently nagged Aragorn till he voiced his worry. He questioned the men on the extent of the illness' reach. His gut told him the answer before one could voice it. Sam had probably caught the disease, somehow even though he was secluded in the hobbit's homes. They still could not be sure he even had this illness. It could be almost anything. The problem with this assumption was the fact that other signs seemed to point to this direct postulation. They hoped they were wrong. With this new reason for the quest, the three set off with Belethruv. The other two hobbits were told to take Sam to Gondor. They would be able to make this trip with the help of Sam's horse Bill.
Unbeknownst to others as secrets always happen, one is falling slowly towards the ground as if in sleep. Sleep does not greet this small one, but another more lasting thing will. It has already struck so many but few have paid attention to it. Maybe his fate will cause a change or maybe it will take more that...one small hobbit? ............................................................................ ......................................................
All had worked out as it was seemed like it should have. But things were not clear. There was so much left here and there not yet conquered not yet contained. The Fellowship succeeded but the members seemed to now drift listlessly. There was a constant fear just over the horizon. Sam was slowly making his way down the well trodden paths on horseback. He was heading to the old home of his missed friend. Stopping he pulled his sleeve down making sure it covered his arm totally before issuing a single knock.
The group was meeting as a remembrance to Frodo. All were to come, but things were no longer the same. Merry opened the door and immediately pulled Sam in before a word could be spoken. Bill was left outside to munch on the delectable grass. Once Sam's eyes got used to the pale light inside, he muttered about the absurdity of the picture in front of him. Gimli was currently trying to "duel" the elf. Sam's eyes widened at the mock fight that was playing out. Gimli expertly swung his axe straight at the elf's long legs. Knowing the elf's only chance to save himself from dismemberment, was to jump he planned to hit him with the back of his axe just as the elf leapt. Amazingly Legolas seemed to not want to go along with the dwarf's ideas. He quickly took a slight step back and grabbed his knives. With a single swing, he hit the dwarf with the blunt side on the hand.
The dwarf slightly dropped his axe, giving Legolas an open shot. Legolas brought his boot right to the dwarf's middle sending him sliding backwards. With a slight spin of his remaining knife he launched it to hit just above the dwarf's helmet. Just as it hit the wood, Gimli sent his axe flying at Legolas. Legolas jumped away to miss certain pain, but forgot about his surroundings. He caught his foot on some impeding furniture and with a slight "Umph" he landed on his back. Gimli let out a loud laugh, as Legolas shook his head and muttered something in elvish. Aragorn chose this moment to walk in from the back of the abode. He smirked slightly and let the two deal with it as he made his way towards Sam. Aragorn knew the two would not totally kill each other at least. Sam noticed his approach, but said little. Aragorn questioned him, "So how are you doing Sam?" Their was a slight spark of pain that appeared in his odd pallor. "Fine Strider. Bill and I have been doing quite well. And thanks for letting me have Bill", Sam spoke. Stopping the hobbit from once again thanking him for Bill, Aragorn motioned him to come sit down. The others of the group slowly made their way to the chairs. Slowly tales of the current times unfolded.
Within Aragorn's summary of current problems, he mentioned an odd tale of Rohan's people. There was a handful of people who were falling quite ill. Very little was known of the sickness. But a small number were able to live through it. And its spread was undeniable. Arwen and him had been discussing this earlier today, but now it seemed to carry an odd sense of importance. He felt glad that he decided to assist the people of Rohan in looking for a cure. Sam seemed to slightly shudder at all of this. Soon a nock was heard on the thick hobbit door. Legolas questioned Aragorn with a glance, he wondered about the meaning behind these horseback men. Aragorn opened the door to find a small number of Rohan soldiers with pikes and swords at the ready. Legolas was already behind Aragorn with an arrow pointing at their leader, before the first breath could be drawn. Gimli was quickly there too, as were the hobbits. Aragorn motioned for the lowering of weapons, and soon things were explained.
The men were here because of a journey Aragorn planned on taking. It would be to the west. There tales had abounded of certain groups who had found a cure for this new illness. One of the men, Belethruv, would lead Aragorn to the initial staring point of these rumors. Legolas and Gimli listened to the finer points on the places the journey would go to, and decided to assist. Mainly, they just wished to go out and do something. The conversation soon diminished as the sun made its way down. Sam listened for quite some time, but slowly fell towards the ground unconscious. Legolas turned quickly, he had heard the hobbit softly moan on his way towards the cold floor. Aragorn noticed Legolas' dismay and henceforth knew the reason. Sam was barely breathing. He had lost a lot of the girth that he used to portray. His whole body seemed quite gaunt. Legolas amazingly caught Sam before the hobbit could do any further damage.
Sam would not wake up. A thought consistently nagged Aragorn till he voiced his worry. He questioned the men on the extent of the illness' reach. His gut told him the answer before one could voice it. Sam had probably caught the disease, somehow even though he was secluded in the hobbit's homes. They still could not be sure he even had this illness. It could be almost anything. The problem with this assumption was the fact that other signs seemed to point to this direct postulation. They hoped they were wrong. With this new reason for the quest, the three set off with Belethruv. The other two hobbits were told to take Sam to Gondor. They would be able to make this trip with the help of Sam's horse Bill.