Distant Voices
A/N: Hullo! ^_^ How is everyone doing? lalala.... Anyway, before anyone tells me Frodo was ooc in the scene where she met Strider, I just wante dto say.. *Ahem* THERE IS A REASON! ::starts singing:: Give a reason for life...
::blinks::
whoops.. anyway, this scene starts after three of the hobbits have gone to bed.
R/R!
*****
Frodo held the blankets closer, trying to ward off the cold plagued her mind. She had no clue what caused her to react like that. Strider sat near the window, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword.
The moonlight shown through the green-tinted windows, casting a pale green light on the sleeping faces of her friends. They looked so peaceful, eyes closed to the fears and shadows of the world.
Strider turned to her, noticing the way she sat up against the wall with her blanket wrapped around her shoulders.
"Shouldn't you lie down and rest?"
Frodo looked up at him, trying to understand her emotions. An hour ago, she would have agreed with Strider, despite his outward appearance. He had chin- length dark brown hair, and deep blue eyes. He was unshaven, yet he had no actual beard. To say he wasn't handsome would be a lie, but something about him made a great fear stir inside of her.
"I... I am not tired."
Sam shifted in his sleep, trying to make himself comfortable on the floor. The air was hot and misty, nearly choking Frodo.
She lie down facing the wall, trying to ignore the look Strider was giving her. He terrified her. As she closed her eyes, tears threatened to spill down her cheeks. She lay there for hours, but sleep would not come.
An image of a dark room entered her mind. There was red everywhere. The entire room had a faint red glow. A door opened, and a man with a dark hood threw a little girl into the room by her arm.
Frodo opened her eyes, shaking from the vision. A loud screeching that couldn't be human broke the silence.
"Huh!?" Sam sat straight up, gasping.
Merry and Pippin also bolted awake. Frodo just sat up, slowly turning her eyes to Strider. The screeching continued, loud and angry.
"What are they?" Frodo whispered meekly.
Strider looked at her, making eye contact.
"They were once men."
Strider paused, taking a moment to see how Frodo would react. The deep fear in her eyes died down, only to be replaced by wonder and confusion.
Frodo studied Strider's features at the same moment. His eyes seemed gentle, sort of trustworthy.
"Then Sauron the deceiver gave to them nine rings of power."
Strider didn't seem at all phased by the ear-splitting screeching.
"Blinded by their greed, they took them without question, then one by one have fallen into shadow. They are the Nazgul, Ring Wraiths."
Swallowing nervously, Frodo touched her pocket again. The ring still felt warm, even through her cloak.
"Go back to sleep. We leave at dawn."
Frodo waited until Sam, Merry, and Pippin lay back down, then she stood. Strider watched her with curious eyes. She pulled the blanket around her, the cold wooden floor creaking under her feet.
"Strider, how is it you know so much?" She whispered.
He motioned for her to sit across form him on a crate. She did so, eyeing him wearily the whole time. She was beginning to trust him.
"I have been around."
"Can we trust you?"
She no longer looked like a hobbit on an adventure. As Strider looked into her eyes, he could see the fear, the innocence, and the heart of a little child.
"You can trust me Frodo."
As if a great weight was lifted off of her, Frodo sighed.
"So how is it you know of the Ring Wraiths and the One Ring?"
"I know many stories of the One Ring, Frodo. I know more than you think. But I have a question for you."
Frodo nodded, figuring that she could hide nothing from him anyway.
"Why is it you are so afraid of me?"
Biting her lip, Frodo stood. "That is something even I do not know."
She cast a wayward glance at him, before heading back to her bedroll.
"I am tired. Goodnight Strider."
"Sleep well Frodo."
Strider continued to watch her as she shivered, feeling compassionate and intrigued. There was much more to her than meets the eye, and that was something he had known since the first time he looked into her young cerulean eyes.
*****
The morning air was crisp and fresh, and Frodo breathed in as much of it as she could. They had been walking for some time now, and had stopped for breakfast a few hours ago. Out of habit, she and the other hobbits began to unpack their cooking tools for second breakfast. Strider turned around, wondering why they had stopped.
Frodo could clearly see the confusion written on his face as Pippin hurriedly pulled out some food.
"Gentleman, we do not stop till nightfall."
He had directed it more at Merry and Pippin, seeing as how Frodo was barely doing anything.
"But what about breakfast?" Pippin asked, wide-eyed.
"You've already had it."
"We've had one yes," Strider raised an eyebrow. "What about second breakfast?"
Strider shook his head and continued on, missing the confused look on Pippin's face.
"Don't think he knows about second breakfast Pip."
Frodo, Sam, and Merry put away their tools without arguement, but Pippin still couldn't figure it out.
"What about elevensies? Luncheon? Afternoon tea?"
Merry said nothing as Pippin continued to whine. Both were unhappy.
"Dinner? Supper? He knows about them, right?"
Merry turned to Pippin with an annoyed sigh.
"I wouldn't count on it."
Suddenly, an apple flew overhead from the trees. merry caught it, then smiled at Pippin, who stood there dumbfounded.
He didn't see the apple coming at him. Frodo giggled slightly as it hit him right on the forehead. He looked up, wondering where it came from, then scooped it up as Merry yelled at him. Frodo just shook her head and followed after Strider.
*****
Probably my shortest chapter, but I have a LOT of homework to do... ;_; I promise the next chapter will be longer. I do! Please R/R though.. I just wasn't that motivated when I didn't get many reviews for chapter seven..... ::sniffles:: anyway... thanks to Mei Neko for pushing me along! Her reviews really helped me ::sniffles:: I love you guys!! R/R!
Luv Mithril C.o.L.
Aragorn's Luver, Arwen Elessar ^_~
SSJ_Sky@hotmail.com
Aim: ssjSky59
It got longer again o.o
A/N: Hullo! ^_^ How is everyone doing? lalala.... Anyway, before anyone tells me Frodo was ooc in the scene where she met Strider, I just wante dto say.. *Ahem* THERE IS A REASON! ::starts singing:: Give a reason for life...
::blinks::
whoops.. anyway, this scene starts after three of the hobbits have gone to bed.
R/R!
*****
Frodo held the blankets closer, trying to ward off the cold plagued her mind. She had no clue what caused her to react like that. Strider sat near the window, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword.
The moonlight shown through the green-tinted windows, casting a pale green light on the sleeping faces of her friends. They looked so peaceful, eyes closed to the fears and shadows of the world.
Strider turned to her, noticing the way she sat up against the wall with her blanket wrapped around her shoulders.
"Shouldn't you lie down and rest?"
Frodo looked up at him, trying to understand her emotions. An hour ago, she would have agreed with Strider, despite his outward appearance. He had chin- length dark brown hair, and deep blue eyes. He was unshaven, yet he had no actual beard. To say he wasn't handsome would be a lie, but something about him made a great fear stir inside of her.
"I... I am not tired."
Sam shifted in his sleep, trying to make himself comfortable on the floor. The air was hot and misty, nearly choking Frodo.
She lie down facing the wall, trying to ignore the look Strider was giving her. He terrified her. As she closed her eyes, tears threatened to spill down her cheeks. She lay there for hours, but sleep would not come.
An image of a dark room entered her mind. There was red everywhere. The entire room had a faint red glow. A door opened, and a man with a dark hood threw a little girl into the room by her arm.
Frodo opened her eyes, shaking from the vision. A loud screeching that couldn't be human broke the silence.
"Huh!?" Sam sat straight up, gasping.
Merry and Pippin also bolted awake. Frodo just sat up, slowly turning her eyes to Strider. The screeching continued, loud and angry.
"What are they?" Frodo whispered meekly.
Strider looked at her, making eye contact.
"They were once men."
Strider paused, taking a moment to see how Frodo would react. The deep fear in her eyes died down, only to be replaced by wonder and confusion.
Frodo studied Strider's features at the same moment. His eyes seemed gentle, sort of trustworthy.
"Then Sauron the deceiver gave to them nine rings of power."
Strider didn't seem at all phased by the ear-splitting screeching.
"Blinded by their greed, they took them without question, then one by one have fallen into shadow. They are the Nazgul, Ring Wraiths."
Swallowing nervously, Frodo touched her pocket again. The ring still felt warm, even through her cloak.
"Go back to sleep. We leave at dawn."
Frodo waited until Sam, Merry, and Pippin lay back down, then she stood. Strider watched her with curious eyes. She pulled the blanket around her, the cold wooden floor creaking under her feet.
"Strider, how is it you know so much?" She whispered.
He motioned for her to sit across form him on a crate. She did so, eyeing him wearily the whole time. She was beginning to trust him.
"I have been around."
"Can we trust you?"
She no longer looked like a hobbit on an adventure. As Strider looked into her eyes, he could see the fear, the innocence, and the heart of a little child.
"You can trust me Frodo."
As if a great weight was lifted off of her, Frodo sighed.
"So how is it you know of the Ring Wraiths and the One Ring?"
"I know many stories of the One Ring, Frodo. I know more than you think. But I have a question for you."
Frodo nodded, figuring that she could hide nothing from him anyway.
"Why is it you are so afraid of me?"
Biting her lip, Frodo stood. "That is something even I do not know."
She cast a wayward glance at him, before heading back to her bedroll.
"I am tired. Goodnight Strider."
"Sleep well Frodo."
Strider continued to watch her as she shivered, feeling compassionate and intrigued. There was much more to her than meets the eye, and that was something he had known since the first time he looked into her young cerulean eyes.
*****
The morning air was crisp and fresh, and Frodo breathed in as much of it as she could. They had been walking for some time now, and had stopped for breakfast a few hours ago. Out of habit, she and the other hobbits began to unpack their cooking tools for second breakfast. Strider turned around, wondering why they had stopped.
Frodo could clearly see the confusion written on his face as Pippin hurriedly pulled out some food.
"Gentleman, we do not stop till nightfall."
He had directed it more at Merry and Pippin, seeing as how Frodo was barely doing anything.
"But what about breakfast?" Pippin asked, wide-eyed.
"You've already had it."
"We've had one yes," Strider raised an eyebrow. "What about second breakfast?"
Strider shook his head and continued on, missing the confused look on Pippin's face.
"Don't think he knows about second breakfast Pip."
Frodo, Sam, and Merry put away their tools without arguement, but Pippin still couldn't figure it out.
"What about elevensies? Luncheon? Afternoon tea?"
Merry said nothing as Pippin continued to whine. Both were unhappy.
"Dinner? Supper? He knows about them, right?"
Merry turned to Pippin with an annoyed sigh.
"I wouldn't count on it."
Suddenly, an apple flew overhead from the trees. merry caught it, then smiled at Pippin, who stood there dumbfounded.
He didn't see the apple coming at him. Frodo giggled slightly as it hit him right on the forehead. He looked up, wondering where it came from, then scooped it up as Merry yelled at him. Frodo just shook her head and followed after Strider.
*****
Probably my shortest chapter, but I have a LOT of homework to do... ;_; I promise the next chapter will be longer. I do! Please R/R though.. I just wasn't that motivated when I didn't get many reviews for chapter seven..... ::sniffles:: anyway... thanks to Mei Neko for pushing me along! Her reviews really helped me ::sniffles:: I love you guys!! R/R!
Luv Mithril C.o.L.
Aragorn's Luver, Arwen Elessar ^_~
SSJ_Sky@hotmail.com
Aim: ssjSky59
It got longer again o.o
