Distant Voices
A/N: Hi! I got a lot of requests for Frodo/Pippin or Frodo/Merry, but I wanted to say sorry, because I'm not going to do it. Besides, in my story, they're cousins, so I don't really wanna pair them up. Also, it won't be Legolas to the rescue. I luv the romantic scene between her and Aragorn.. ::starts crying:: Why can't my love life be so wonderfeul!?
*Ahem* anyway, elvish will be denoted with * because I am to lazy to spell elvish. Except the thing they say to make the horse go faster. I can do that. PLEASE don't correct me in reviews. I do have a good idea of what I'm doing. . And, Frodo can understand Elvish.
(*.*): R/R! The pigtailed girl is upset and needs cheering up!
*****
The forest was quiet, dark and eerie in the night. There was hardly any light, save for the pale moonlight shining through the leaves and branches. There was a clearing, lit by a bright torch.
In the clearing, stood three stone trolls, frozen in time. They were large and grey, one pointing in the middle of the clearing. It was as if they were stuck in the middle of an arguement, never to move again.
Frodo trembled, feeling cold on the outside and inside. The ice in her blood had yet to melt. Every move she made forced her to cry out in pain. The light was fading in her view, and the shadows melded together into darkness. She longed to be warm again. The cold tore at her mind and soul, causing her a type of pain she had never experienced.
"She's going cold..." Sam cried, eyes wide with grief and worry.
"Is she going to die?" Pippin asked, his voice no longer amused and happy.
Strider surveyed the area, urgently searching for a solution. Frodo was falling into shadow quicker with each passing moment, and the wound was beyond his skill to heal. Pulling Sam aside, he leaned down to head level.
"Sam, do you know the Athelas plant?"
"Athelas?" Sam asked, clearly confused.
Strider, sighed, trying to find another name for the plant.
"Kingsfoil."
"Ah, Kingsfoil! It's a weed!"
"It might help to slow the poison. Go!"
Strider pushed Sam gently but firmly, sprinting off in another direction. He knew he could probably find it on his own, but he needed to do something to keep Sam occupied. The poor boy was beyond himself with worry for Frodo, blaming himself for her wounds. Giving him a task that could help Frodo would distract him.
Running swiftly, pushing the branches out of his way, Strider found what it was he was looking for. The tiny white flowers were in patches, but had strong stems. He drew his dagger, holding a few of the plants up to sever from the ground, when a sharp and cool blade was positioned at his neck.
He froze, tensing up to the sudden touch.
"What's this? A ranger caught off his gaurd?" The voice was feminine and smooth.
Aragorn relaxed, sighing as he recognized the voice.
*****
Frodo closed her eyes tightly, convulsing to the inner battle raging in her mind and body. The darkness was harsh and cruel to her, trapping her in a never ending abyss of despair.
As she opened her eyes, a white light stretched out to her. A horse gracefully trotted up, carrying a beautiful woman on it's back. The woman stepped off of her horse, walking towards Frodo slowly.
"Frodo..."
She had long brown hair, and fair skin. Her eyes were a piercing blue color, fixed on Frodo's quivering form. She wore a silver dress trimmed with white lace, and a necklace that sparkled like pearl and silver.
Frodo could hear her smooth and gentle voice speaking to her, telling her to come back to the light. The woman, and elf, named Lady Arwen, kneeled before Frodo, offering comfort. For a moment, Frodo felt safe and warm, free from the great evil that captivated her. But the darkness soon overcame the light. Frodo closed her eyes again, whimpering and crying out for help.
Arwen looked over Frodo as she lost her hold.
"She is fading."
Strider clenched his fists, felling as though he had failed.
"We must get her to my father."
Nodding, Strider picked Frodo up gently, placing her atop Arwen's whit steed.
"I have been looking for you for two days."
Frodo swayed, eyes open halfway.
"There are five wraiths behind you. Where the other four are, I do not know."
Strider gripped the saddle bags, fearing for the safety of both Arwen and Frodo.
"*Stay with the hobbits. I'll send horses back for you.*"
"*I'm the faster rider. I'll take her.*"
"What are they saying?" Sam whispered.
Strider shook his head, staring Arwen directly in the eye.
"*The road is dangerous.*"
"*If I can get past the river, the power of my people will protect her.*"
Strider felt his heart stop. She made a good point, but he did not want her getting hurt. Frodo would draw the wraiths to her like magnet.
"I do not fear them," Arwen whispered, gazing into the eyes of her beloved.
His hand moved to hold hers, and she squeezed tightly. He squeezed back affectionately, never tearing his eyes from hers.
Finally, he stepped back, allowing her to get on top of her horse.
"Arwen," He said, his voice breaking slightly with concern. "Ride hard. Don't look back."
"Noro lim, Asfaloth!"
The horse took off, leaving Strider behind to stare after them. He felt his chest tighten at the thought of losing his love. He could still feel her soft hand, though it had been covered by green glove, against his hand.
"What are you doing?!" Sam yelled, jarring him from his thoughts. "Those Wraiths are still out there!"
'Good luck Arwen. Return to me safely.' Strider thought as Arwen and Frodo disappeared from view.
*****
Frodo felt the wind whipping her hair back, the scenery just a blur. Arwen held onto her, while still holding the reigns to her horse. There was the steady beat of hooves against the earth, coming not only from the horse she rode, but from ring wraiths, pursuing them relentlessly.
The sun hung low in the afternoon sky. The wraiths began to gain, one of them getting close enough to touch Frodo's face.
She stared at the hand, fear creeping into her mind at the sight. Arwen saw the wraith, and yelled loudly in her elvish toungue for the horse to go faster.
Frodo closed her eyes, seeing shadows and darkness in place of daylight. She could feel the horse jerking in different directions, until finally it came to a stop. The sound of splashing water and angry screeching reached her ears, forcing her eyes open in curiosity.
She could hear the Wraith demanding that she be turned over to them, being referred to as a halfling and not a hobbit.
"If you want her," Arwen drew her sword, ignoring the constant sting of the cut on her left cheek. "Come and claim her!"
Frodo swayed again, giving a cry of pain as she witnessed the ring wraiths draw their swords and step into the water.
Arwen began to chant something in elvish, that Frodo couldn't quite here, when a loud rushing of water against rocks broke the echos of her voice.
A large wave rushed at the nazgul, startling their horses and catching them by surprise. It looked as though horses composed of water were charging the ring wraiths, overwhelming them greatly.
Frodo sobbed slightly as her vision faded completely, her soul being buried in darkness.
"Frodo..." Arwen gasped, lowering her sword.
She led her horse to the edge of the river, then set Frodo on the ground.
"Frodo no! Don't give in! Not now!"
If Frodo heard her, she could give no response. Her cries were barely audible, her entire body convulsing and trembling.
Arwen wrapped her arms around the young hobbit, holding her close. Tears welled up in her eyes. Her chin rested on Frodo's head gently, as she stroked the girl's hair. As a tear fell from her eye, she had one last thought and wish.
'What grace god has given me... Let it pass to her...'
*****
CHANGED ON PURPOSE! IF YOU HAVE A PROBLEM, DON'T READ!
::yawns:: It's late.. and I have homework.. sorry if the chapter was short...
Luv Mithril C.o.L.
Aragorn's Luver, Arwen Elessar ^_~
ssjSky59
SSJ_Sky@hotmail.com
The pigtailed girl rules!!
(*-_-*) ::sleeptalking:: r/r.....
And she is sleeping... -_-;;;
A/N: Hi! I got a lot of requests for Frodo/Pippin or Frodo/Merry, but I wanted to say sorry, because I'm not going to do it. Besides, in my story, they're cousins, so I don't really wanna pair them up. Also, it won't be Legolas to the rescue. I luv the romantic scene between her and Aragorn.. ::starts crying:: Why can't my love life be so wonderfeul!?
*Ahem* anyway, elvish will be denoted with * because I am to lazy to spell elvish. Except the thing they say to make the horse go faster. I can do that. PLEASE don't correct me in reviews. I do have a good idea of what I'm doing. . And, Frodo can understand Elvish.
(*.*): R/R! The pigtailed girl is upset and needs cheering up!
*****
The forest was quiet, dark and eerie in the night. There was hardly any light, save for the pale moonlight shining through the leaves and branches. There was a clearing, lit by a bright torch.
In the clearing, stood three stone trolls, frozen in time. They were large and grey, one pointing in the middle of the clearing. It was as if they were stuck in the middle of an arguement, never to move again.
Frodo trembled, feeling cold on the outside and inside. The ice in her blood had yet to melt. Every move she made forced her to cry out in pain. The light was fading in her view, and the shadows melded together into darkness. She longed to be warm again. The cold tore at her mind and soul, causing her a type of pain she had never experienced.
"She's going cold..." Sam cried, eyes wide with grief and worry.
"Is she going to die?" Pippin asked, his voice no longer amused and happy.
Strider surveyed the area, urgently searching for a solution. Frodo was falling into shadow quicker with each passing moment, and the wound was beyond his skill to heal. Pulling Sam aside, he leaned down to head level.
"Sam, do you know the Athelas plant?"
"Athelas?" Sam asked, clearly confused.
Strider, sighed, trying to find another name for the plant.
"Kingsfoil."
"Ah, Kingsfoil! It's a weed!"
"It might help to slow the poison. Go!"
Strider pushed Sam gently but firmly, sprinting off in another direction. He knew he could probably find it on his own, but he needed to do something to keep Sam occupied. The poor boy was beyond himself with worry for Frodo, blaming himself for her wounds. Giving him a task that could help Frodo would distract him.
Running swiftly, pushing the branches out of his way, Strider found what it was he was looking for. The tiny white flowers were in patches, but had strong stems. He drew his dagger, holding a few of the plants up to sever from the ground, when a sharp and cool blade was positioned at his neck.
He froze, tensing up to the sudden touch.
"What's this? A ranger caught off his gaurd?" The voice was feminine and smooth.
Aragorn relaxed, sighing as he recognized the voice.
*****
Frodo closed her eyes tightly, convulsing to the inner battle raging in her mind and body. The darkness was harsh and cruel to her, trapping her in a never ending abyss of despair.
As she opened her eyes, a white light stretched out to her. A horse gracefully trotted up, carrying a beautiful woman on it's back. The woman stepped off of her horse, walking towards Frodo slowly.
"Frodo..."
She had long brown hair, and fair skin. Her eyes were a piercing blue color, fixed on Frodo's quivering form. She wore a silver dress trimmed with white lace, and a necklace that sparkled like pearl and silver.
Frodo could hear her smooth and gentle voice speaking to her, telling her to come back to the light. The woman, and elf, named Lady Arwen, kneeled before Frodo, offering comfort. For a moment, Frodo felt safe and warm, free from the great evil that captivated her. But the darkness soon overcame the light. Frodo closed her eyes again, whimpering and crying out for help.
Arwen looked over Frodo as she lost her hold.
"She is fading."
Strider clenched his fists, felling as though he had failed.
"We must get her to my father."
Nodding, Strider picked Frodo up gently, placing her atop Arwen's whit steed.
"I have been looking for you for two days."
Frodo swayed, eyes open halfway.
"There are five wraiths behind you. Where the other four are, I do not know."
Strider gripped the saddle bags, fearing for the safety of both Arwen and Frodo.
"*Stay with the hobbits. I'll send horses back for you.*"
"*I'm the faster rider. I'll take her.*"
"What are they saying?" Sam whispered.
Strider shook his head, staring Arwen directly in the eye.
"*The road is dangerous.*"
"*If I can get past the river, the power of my people will protect her.*"
Strider felt his heart stop. She made a good point, but he did not want her getting hurt. Frodo would draw the wraiths to her like magnet.
"I do not fear them," Arwen whispered, gazing into the eyes of her beloved.
His hand moved to hold hers, and she squeezed tightly. He squeezed back affectionately, never tearing his eyes from hers.
Finally, he stepped back, allowing her to get on top of her horse.
"Arwen," He said, his voice breaking slightly with concern. "Ride hard. Don't look back."
"Noro lim, Asfaloth!"
The horse took off, leaving Strider behind to stare after them. He felt his chest tighten at the thought of losing his love. He could still feel her soft hand, though it had been covered by green glove, against his hand.
"What are you doing?!" Sam yelled, jarring him from his thoughts. "Those Wraiths are still out there!"
'Good luck Arwen. Return to me safely.' Strider thought as Arwen and Frodo disappeared from view.
*****
Frodo felt the wind whipping her hair back, the scenery just a blur. Arwen held onto her, while still holding the reigns to her horse. There was the steady beat of hooves against the earth, coming not only from the horse she rode, but from ring wraiths, pursuing them relentlessly.
The sun hung low in the afternoon sky. The wraiths began to gain, one of them getting close enough to touch Frodo's face.
She stared at the hand, fear creeping into her mind at the sight. Arwen saw the wraith, and yelled loudly in her elvish toungue for the horse to go faster.
Frodo closed her eyes, seeing shadows and darkness in place of daylight. She could feel the horse jerking in different directions, until finally it came to a stop. The sound of splashing water and angry screeching reached her ears, forcing her eyes open in curiosity.
She could hear the Wraith demanding that she be turned over to them, being referred to as a halfling and not a hobbit.
"If you want her," Arwen drew her sword, ignoring the constant sting of the cut on her left cheek. "Come and claim her!"
Frodo swayed again, giving a cry of pain as she witnessed the ring wraiths draw their swords and step into the water.
Arwen began to chant something in elvish, that Frodo couldn't quite here, when a loud rushing of water against rocks broke the echos of her voice.
A large wave rushed at the nazgul, startling their horses and catching them by surprise. It looked as though horses composed of water were charging the ring wraiths, overwhelming them greatly.
Frodo sobbed slightly as her vision faded completely, her soul being buried in darkness.
"Frodo..." Arwen gasped, lowering her sword.
She led her horse to the edge of the river, then set Frodo on the ground.
"Frodo no! Don't give in! Not now!"
If Frodo heard her, she could give no response. Her cries were barely audible, her entire body convulsing and trembling.
Arwen wrapped her arms around the young hobbit, holding her close. Tears welled up in her eyes. Her chin rested on Frodo's head gently, as she stroked the girl's hair. As a tear fell from her eye, she had one last thought and wish.
'What grace god has given me... Let it pass to her...'
*****
CHANGED ON PURPOSE! IF YOU HAVE A PROBLEM, DON'T READ!
::yawns:: It's late.. and I have homework.. sorry if the chapter was short...
Luv Mithril C.o.L.
Aragorn's Luver, Arwen Elessar ^_~
ssjSky59
SSJ_Sky@hotmail.com
The pigtailed girl rules!!
(*-_-*) ::sleeptalking:: r/r.....
And she is sleeping... -_-;;;