Chapter Ten
The next day we walked. We walked far and my legs were sore by the time we came to our only stop. The sun was setting.
"This was the watchtower of Amon Sûl," Strider told us. "We shall rest here tonight." He took us up to the strange shaped tower. We all collapsed in a rock over hang of the summit.
Strider opened a bag and tossed a number of swords at the men. "These are for you. Keep them close."
"What about me?" I demanded.
"You are-"
"Don't say because I am a woman. I can fight just as well as these four, if not better," I looked him right in the eye.
He reached back to his bag and handed me a sword. "I apologize m'lady. I'm going to have a look around. Stay here." He left us. I looked down at my sword. It had seen many battles.
"I'm hungry," Pippin said.
Frodo had placed his pack under his head and had fallen asleep immediately. Sam started a fire and Merry started to unpack food. I was also hungry. I felt my stomach growl when Sam unloaded the tomatoes and bacon.
After a few minutes of cooking, Frodo sat up. "What are you doing?" he demanded.
Merry lifted his plate. "Tomatoes, sausages, nice crispy bacon."
"We save some for you, Mr. Frodo," Sam offered. I often wondered why Sam called Frodo "mister". They had been friends for many years.
Frodo rushed to our little fire. "Put it out you fools, put it out!" he stomped it out.
"Now that's nice! Ashes on my tomatoes!" Pippin looked down at his ruined plate.
Suddenly a Rider's cry cut through the night. We jumped up, grabbing our swords. Frodo led us up a small stair case. We stood in the center of this forum.
A large gust of wind game from the East. We had our backs together, trying to protect Frodo. The Riders started to come towards us from behind pillars. I felt my knuckles turning white as I held to my sword.
"Back you devils!" Sam yelled drawing his sword towards the Riders. They pushed him aside. Merry and Pippin stood tightly together but they were toss aside too. I went to stab one but I was also thrown aside. I hit my head on a rock and things went black.
***
"Come on...wake up..." I heard someone whisper. I slowly opened my eyes and I was looking up at three large trolls.
"Trolls?" I stated.
"Good she's awake," I heard Merry say.
"She's doing better than Frodo," Sam said.
I sat up but felt an overwhelming pain hit me in the face. "Take it easy." Merry said to me. I looked at him to see a worried look on his face.
"Mr. Frodo?" I turned to Sam looking over Frodo. He touched Frodo's forehead. "He's going cold."
"Is he goin' to die?" Pippin asked. He was hovering over Frodo next to Sam. I was laying next to a rock near Frodo.
"He's passing into the shadow world," Strider said. "He will soon become a wraith like them."
I heard a Wraith cry in the distance. Frodo let out a moaning gasp. "What's wrong with him?" I asked.
"They're close," Merry stated looking out into the darkness.
"Sam," Strider called. Sam walked away from Frodo and to Strider. "Do you know the Athelas plant?"
"Athelas?"
"Kingsfoil," he clarified.
"Kingsfoil? Aye its a weed,"
"IT may help to slow the poison. Hurry!" they disappeared into the woods.
"What happened?" I asked again.
"He was stabbed by a Wraith," Merry explained. "Are you feeling okay?"
"I feel fine," I crawled closer to Frodo. He looked terrible. His skin was pale with a greenish tint. His once sea blue eyes were now dull and blood shot.
"We were worried about you," Pippin told, looking at me.
"You shouldn't have been. He is far worse than I," I took Frodo's hand in mine. He let out another gasp.
Sam and Strider returned with the plant and a woman. She was tall with long raven hair and a long dark colored dress. She began speaking in Elvish.
"Who is she?" Merry asked. He was mesmerized by her beauty.
"Frodo," the Elf said. She knelt to his level.
"She's an Elf," Sam stated.
Strider put some of the plant in Frodo's wound. I wasn't helping. Frodo just let out more painful gasps.
The Elf picked Frodo up and placed him on her horse. "Where are you taking him?" Merry demanded.
"There are five wraiths behind you," she said to Strider. "Where the other four, I do not know." They began speaking in Elvish again. She mounted the horse and rode off into the darkness.
"What are you doing?!" Sam demanded. "Those wraiths are still out there!"
"Come, we are heading for Rivendell," Strider said. "Wisteria, get on the pony." He picked me up and placed me on Bill's back.
"I feel fine..." I lied. My head was throbbing and I felt blood trickle down the side of my face.
"The sun is rising. Put the torches out," he ordered. "Come." He went into the darkness. Merry and Pippin followed and Sam grabbed Bill's reins.
I began feeling dizzy again. I lowered my head and gripped Bill's mane. I felt the blood reach my chin. Things began to turn black again. "Wisteria..." was the last thing I heard.
The next day we walked. We walked far and my legs were sore by the time we came to our only stop. The sun was setting.
"This was the watchtower of Amon Sûl," Strider told us. "We shall rest here tonight." He took us up to the strange shaped tower. We all collapsed in a rock over hang of the summit.
Strider opened a bag and tossed a number of swords at the men. "These are for you. Keep them close."
"What about me?" I demanded.
"You are-"
"Don't say because I am a woman. I can fight just as well as these four, if not better," I looked him right in the eye.
He reached back to his bag and handed me a sword. "I apologize m'lady. I'm going to have a look around. Stay here." He left us. I looked down at my sword. It had seen many battles.
"I'm hungry," Pippin said.
Frodo had placed his pack under his head and had fallen asleep immediately. Sam started a fire and Merry started to unpack food. I was also hungry. I felt my stomach growl when Sam unloaded the tomatoes and bacon.
After a few minutes of cooking, Frodo sat up. "What are you doing?" he demanded.
Merry lifted his plate. "Tomatoes, sausages, nice crispy bacon."
"We save some for you, Mr. Frodo," Sam offered. I often wondered why Sam called Frodo "mister". They had been friends for many years.
Frodo rushed to our little fire. "Put it out you fools, put it out!" he stomped it out.
"Now that's nice! Ashes on my tomatoes!" Pippin looked down at his ruined plate.
Suddenly a Rider's cry cut through the night. We jumped up, grabbing our swords. Frodo led us up a small stair case. We stood in the center of this forum.
A large gust of wind game from the East. We had our backs together, trying to protect Frodo. The Riders started to come towards us from behind pillars. I felt my knuckles turning white as I held to my sword.
"Back you devils!" Sam yelled drawing his sword towards the Riders. They pushed him aside. Merry and Pippin stood tightly together but they were toss aside too. I went to stab one but I was also thrown aside. I hit my head on a rock and things went black.
***
"Come on...wake up..." I heard someone whisper. I slowly opened my eyes and I was looking up at three large trolls.
"Trolls?" I stated.
"Good she's awake," I heard Merry say.
"She's doing better than Frodo," Sam said.
I sat up but felt an overwhelming pain hit me in the face. "Take it easy." Merry said to me. I looked at him to see a worried look on his face.
"Mr. Frodo?" I turned to Sam looking over Frodo. He touched Frodo's forehead. "He's going cold."
"Is he goin' to die?" Pippin asked. He was hovering over Frodo next to Sam. I was laying next to a rock near Frodo.
"He's passing into the shadow world," Strider said. "He will soon become a wraith like them."
I heard a Wraith cry in the distance. Frodo let out a moaning gasp. "What's wrong with him?" I asked.
"They're close," Merry stated looking out into the darkness.
"Sam," Strider called. Sam walked away from Frodo and to Strider. "Do you know the Athelas plant?"
"Athelas?"
"Kingsfoil," he clarified.
"Kingsfoil? Aye its a weed,"
"IT may help to slow the poison. Hurry!" they disappeared into the woods.
"What happened?" I asked again.
"He was stabbed by a Wraith," Merry explained. "Are you feeling okay?"
"I feel fine," I crawled closer to Frodo. He looked terrible. His skin was pale with a greenish tint. His once sea blue eyes were now dull and blood shot.
"We were worried about you," Pippin told, looking at me.
"You shouldn't have been. He is far worse than I," I took Frodo's hand in mine. He let out another gasp.
Sam and Strider returned with the plant and a woman. She was tall with long raven hair and a long dark colored dress. She began speaking in Elvish.
"Who is she?" Merry asked. He was mesmerized by her beauty.
"Frodo," the Elf said. She knelt to his level.
"She's an Elf," Sam stated.
Strider put some of the plant in Frodo's wound. I wasn't helping. Frodo just let out more painful gasps.
The Elf picked Frodo up and placed him on her horse. "Where are you taking him?" Merry demanded.
"There are five wraiths behind you," she said to Strider. "Where the other four, I do not know." They began speaking in Elvish again. She mounted the horse and rode off into the darkness.
"What are you doing?!" Sam demanded. "Those wraiths are still out there!"
"Come, we are heading for Rivendell," Strider said. "Wisteria, get on the pony." He picked me up and placed me on Bill's back.
"I feel fine..." I lied. My head was throbbing and I felt blood trickle down the side of my face.
"The sun is rising. Put the torches out," he ordered. "Come." He went into the darkness. Merry and Pippin followed and Sam grabbed Bill's reins.
I began feeling dizzy again. I lowered my head and gripped Bill's mane. I felt the blood reach my chin. Things began to turn black again. "Wisteria..." was the last thing I heard.