Okay, it has come to my attention that my characters are really OOC. ... ... ...well... ... ... '( I'll try to work on that. This story is mostly in the veiws of Emerra/Harry and Hermione, becuase I can't write Ron well. And Frodo will probably have a few star moments. Actually, everyone, at some point, will have a chance to star. Oh yes. At the moment, neither Emerra/Harry or Frodo are feeling romantic feelings for each other. It will start soon though. Mabye even in this chapter, if I get to it. D And I am trying to keep this story PG - just ignore the slash and language - in romance terms. Which means NO SMEX! D RAAAWWWR! XD No, really guys. No lemons.
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...Oh fine. If I get enough reveiws asking for one (or two) I'll change the rating and do a lemon. But until then No Reveiw No Lemon!
Warnings: Slash/Yaoi, Language
Pairing: Ron/Hermione, Harry/Frodo, Aragon/Legolas.
Summary: ...Still haven't thought of one!! Grawwwwr!
Emerra
Chapter 3: In Which Our Group Races to Rivendell.
Hermione was shaken out of her worries about why Gandalf hadn't shown up when the door burst open, and Emerra came swaggering into the room. "Hello all! Aragorn took a knife and killed the black cloud of despair that was hanging over me, so I'm back to normal now! Yaaah!" Emerra finished his explanation by throwing his hand in the air. Aragorn, who had followed Emerra into the room, chuckled.
"Yes, but you'll be wailing like a baby again soon for something or the other." he smirked. Emerra turned around and smacked him with the palm of his hand."Owwww!" the To-be-king wailed.
Without warning, a non-human shreik cut through the silence. Emerra suddenly lost all humor on his face and began pulling blinds closed. "What are you doing?" Hermione asked.
"I'm cutting us of from the Nãzgul's line of sight." Emerra murmered. "Stay here tonight. We've set traps for the damn wraiths in your room, cause' that's surely where they'll go." he said.
"We need to leave while they're still in here. Get out in the middle of the night. They'll eventually catch up with us, but we can hope that we'll get distance covered."
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The eight companions succesfully sneaked out of the bar and began the long trek to Rivendell. They moved foreward until Emerra and Aragorn decided to make camp on the Wheather Hills Wheathertop. (A/N: Is that the right name? I think it is...)
When Emerra and Aragorn were out scouting, Emerra heard a call from Aragorn. He saw the lithe man not too far away. Aragorn was pointing at...the mountain? Emerra turned toward the mountaintop he knew the hobbits and his old friends were resting on. What he saw made him want to bash his head on a nearbye rock.
One of the hobbits had started a fire, and smoke was rising in the air like a sign, 'Here I Am!'. Emerra groaned and raced in the direction of the fire. 'So much for secrecy...'
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When Emerra arrived upon the scene, he wrenched Frodo away from the fire, stomped it out, and spun around to the black haired hobbit. "Frodo!" he hissed. "God damnit, that fire was like a beacon to the Nãzgul!" Frodo went pale. A screach tore through the air. "Run Frodo! I'm going to wake the others up!" He bolted down the hill. When he reached their campsite, Aragorn appeared from the sleeping area.
"They're already up. I've got them. Go after Frodo!" Emerra was quick to comply, and ran in the direction he came.
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Frodo took a hasty step back. The Ringwraiths were closing in on him.
"Frodo!" behind the Ringwraiths, he could see Emerra had caught up with him. "Run Frodo, Run!" the tall man shouted and peirced one of the wraiths with his daggers. He moved on to the next Nãzgul, and slashed this one across the arm. "Frodo! Run!" he shouted. But Frodo's feat were glued to the ground, and he could only watch with horror as the oncoming Ringwraith drew his blade and brought it down, hard. "Frodo!" Emerra shreiked in elvish.
The dark haired man ran to the hobbit's side, fighting the Ringwraiths off like a demon. The Dark Riders, feeling that they had accomplished something, took this moment to leave.
Emerra dropped his daggers and knelt to the hobbit's side. Emerra cursed, and picked Frodo up, unconsiously handling him with a touch' more care then needed, and hurriedly raced back to their camp.(A/N: Sorry. I'm horrible with fight scenes.)
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"Aragorn! Aragorn!" Emerra yelled for the other Ranger's attention.
"What? Is everything okay?"
"NO! Everything is not okay!" he hissed. "Frodo got stabbed by a Morgul blade!"
Aragorn's eyes widened. "Morgul Blade?! We must hurry and make haste then!"
"No shit!"
"We should split up. I will stay with the hobbits and children-"
"Hey!"
"-and you run, run as fast as you possibly can to Rivendell. Do not stop, and make haste, for we have not much time."
Emerra nodded. "I go then." he then took off at full speeds towards Rivendell. "Frodo...I'm so sorry...I've failed..." he murmered softly. (A/N: Yes. He runs to Rivendell. With Frodo. Fear the absolute nonsense. Lol.)
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Aragorn re-loaded the packs with help from Hermione. "Will they be okay?" she whispered, as not to worry the hobbits and Ron, who had grown quite close to the small black haired hobbit, any further.
He sighed. "I wish I knew, mellon nin. I wish I knew." They picked up their packs and continued on their way.
The new sextet(A/N: LOL SEXTET OMFGWTFBBQ! D) continued on their not so merry journey to Rivendell. They crossed through Trollshaw, and after five days of traveling, they were close enough to be able to see the elven city.
They happily entered the beautiful place, and asked Glorfindel if Emerra had entered yet. She responded that they were in the hosbital, and they headed all the way to the other side of town.
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Frodo blearily opened his eyes and took in his surroundings. He was in what seemed like a hosbital - a beautiful one at that. There were some flowers in a vase on a waist high bedstand. Sitting in a chair next to him was a young -20's mabye- looking man with jet black feathery hair, emerald green eyes and soft pale skin. He was hunched over and had his face in his hands, as if he was ashamed of something. He wore near-knee high boots, black legings, a brownish vest, and a lighter brown shirt. His hands were covered by leather gloves. His leather belt had been unloaded of weapons that were sitting underneath the chair. He looked as if he had not moved for quite a while.
Frodo coughed, and rasped, "Emerra?" the man's head whipped up like a rocket.
"F-Frodo!" he squeaked, and moved to pull the covers up a little more. "A-all you alright? Do-do y-you need any-anything? Can I ge-t you s-something? I-I was worried, I-I'd th-ought you were d-dead and it w-was all m-my fault! I'msosorry!" Emerra franticially stuttered, ending in a high-pitched wail. Frodo blinked in bewilderment as the normally calm and collected Emerra was reduced to a stuttering mess.
He laughed slightly. "It's okay! Look, I'm alive!"
Emerra paused in his fretting for a moment and blushed. "Oh. You're right. You are... ... ... ...Sorry. Don't know what got into me." he mumbled, and flopped back down into his chair. Suddenly Emerra grinned and scratched the back of his head. "I guess you have blackmail now, huh?" he laughed weakly. Frodo smiled.
"Nope." Emerra looked confused. "I've no clue what you're talking about." Frodo winked, and giggled softly. Comprehension dawned in Emerra's green eyes and he scratched his head, grinning.
"Nothing ever happened." and he flashed Frodo another one of those beautiful, disarming, enchanting smiles.
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...'Wait...what?'
Yaaaaaaaaaaay! Chappie 3 is done! You like the Slash hint at the end, do ya, do ya?? big puppy dog eyes Wow...I finally got around to telling exactly what Emerra/Harry looks like! Silly Frodo! Of course he's not in his 20's! He's 1,021 years old! D ... ... ...erm...Shouta much? ...eh heh...sweatdrop Reveiw please! Nya!