a/n: hey de hi de ho! Yes, I do realize I just jacked that from CCs, my sister will kill me. But anyways… I'm back with another chapter! Isn't that spectacular? Aren't you just so proud of me? see I was watching the extended version of the two towers again last night and I thought, 'why not give them another chapter?' after all school's going back up again, and I won't be able to for a while, as I've said before. So here it is, it's not so very long but it's decent enough…I think…and shall hitherto serve as my farewell to summer.
-Sam-
You know if Amon Hen were any prettier, I would forget someone dies here.
And we can't have that can we?
So, here we are, waiting for the cover of darkness. Or at least that's what Aragorn says, I think.
I sit down and watch as Legolas whispers something urgently to Aragorn.
Ah, that would be the drama. That poor pet has seen the Uruk-hai.
God, if he were any prettier, I'd be hurting him. Badly.
Yes, I am babbling. Somebody shut my brain up.
I notice Carmi watching the scene and notice for the first time that she had a bow strapped to her back.
Hmm… my observational skills are shot.
Legolas stomps over to me and sits down.
Aww, he's pissed the poor petal.
"What's eating you honeychild?" I ask yawning.
"What?" he asks frowning.
"What's your problem?" I ask rephrasing my question.
"It is nothing." He answers.
I shrug. Hey, whatever. By the way, do you know how hard it is to sleep with an elf and a dwarf on a tiny boat?
There's my point right there. It ain't a walk in the park let me tell you that. You're going to have muscle cramps all over the place; I don't think my neck will ever feel the same again.
I need sleep so badly… but I can't. There's too much to do. Maybe I can get a few hours in at Rohan, after Helm's deep.
Holy copper kettle, this is gonna be a long trek…
OoOShit!
That stupid, stupid Elf!
I specifically told him to shake me awake if I ever fall asleep, but what does he do?
Yeah, he let's me have a snooze fest.
I look around and swear when I saw that we were missing my brother, a hobbit-slash-ringbearer and king traitor beard. Oh, fiddlesticks!
Shit! Stupid nancing Elf! Can't even follow a simple direction.
I stand up, ignoring the way my vision spins.
I blink; bollocks this is going to be difficult.
"Samantha?" a voice asks, concernedly. Said voice walks over to me and places a hand gently on my cheek. "Are you alright?"
I nod. "Of course sunshine."
He looks at me, eyebrows raised. "Truly?"
I smile. "Yeah." Then I run. I run helter-skelter through the forest, ignoring all the branches and leaves that were scratching my skin.
I tear through the trees and bushes and finally reach the clearing to see Aragorn, alone.
"Sam?" he says surprised. "What're you doing here?"
"Frodo." I say desperately. "Where's Frodo?" he points somewhere. "Did you let him go?"
"How do you know about that?" he asks frowning. "How do you know of our conversation?"
"Tell me! Did you or did you not let him go on to Mordor alone?" I ask, well actually I yelled, but we won't get into that.
"Yes, I did." He says eyes cast downward.
I breathe out a sigh of relief and was just about to collapse on a rock when the blasted Uruk-hai decided that that was the best time to make an entrance.
Crap, crap, crap!
I bring Keiko out and rush forward with Aragorn and start hacking apart the beasties.
I gut a particularly nasty looking one and pull the blade out sideways through him.
Ooh, score one for decapitation!
Sometimes, I think I am just way too sadistic for my own good.
I can hear Aragorn calling out. I haven't the inclination or the capability to listen to him. I mean, you're out numbered ten-to-one by Orcs would you wanna listen to anything besides orders of pulling back? Nuh-uh, you'd be way too busy tearing the enemy apart limb from limb. Besides, I have other priorities.
Then suddenly, I hear it.
"The Horn of Gondor." Legolas says from somewhere behind me.
"Boromir." I gasp. I sheath Keiko and run for all I'm worth.
'Please let me be on time.' I chant in my head.
I arrive in the clearing and saw all the Uruks that lay maimed and mangled at Boromir's feet.
Hmm… guess he wasn't the captain of Gondor's armies for nothing.
The one last Uruk standing held a crossbow and was about to fire what was to be the fourth and lethal shot.
I pulled out a blade from my boot and jumped onto its back.
What? Don't look at me like that. It's rude.
He bucked and reared, trying to get me off. He almost did actually. Getting scalped by a tree is a very unpleasant sensation; don't try it any time soon. I reached forward, blade in my hand and slashed him deeply across the throat. Then grasping his hair with all the strength I could manage after being hit again, bastard. I twist his head around three hundred and sixty degrees, hearing the sickening crack of the bones as I did so. Then he falls to the floor and dies.
I hear a noise from somewhere and more snarls.
Peachy! More Uruks!
I swear loudly and stand up from where I had fallen with the crossbow-wielding Uruk-hai I had just killed. I run over to Boromir who, miraculously, is still standing and can still fight.
"Are you alright?" I scream over the noise of these monstrosities were killing.
He nods mutely and continues to hack apart the Orcs that seem to keep streaming endlessly, until we hear the call of "Elendil!" from the distance. Aragorn, thank you for finally deciding to join us.
Suddenly, Boromir staggers; I behead an orc and run over to him.
There is an arrow in his side.
There is not supposed to be a bloody arrow in his bloody side!
I let out a stream of obscenities as I examine the arrow. That's no orc arrow. That's an arrow from the Galadhrim's weaponry. The little bitch!
I stand up, seething. "Aragorn, get those arrows out of Boromir and bind him tightly in bandages." I tell him firmly. "If my brother dies, I'll kill you until you die." Not wasting time to make sure he understood exactly what it is I said, I ran for it. I headed for the direction the arrow came from.
I took in nothing, none of the tree or the leaves, or the roots and twigs that caused me to stumble and slip. It was just that white light that I knew would take me to Carmi. I was driven by anger and nothing could deter me, I had to find Carmi…if only to hurt her enough for shooting the only family I had here.
I finally find her near the ruins where Frodo fell. Now that I think about it, it makes sense for her to go there, Aragorn and the others have already killed off the Uruks that came there so it's practically the safest place in Amon Hen.
She turns to me and glares. I smirk unpleasantly at her and grip Keiko closer to my side.
"Come here to avenge the Steward Sammie?" she says spitefully. "I don't see what difference it makes, if he dies, he dies."
I stay silent.
"I warned you not to get in my way. The Elf is mine. Nothing you can do can make it otherwise."
This time I grin; it's unpleasant I know this. "That's where you're wrong Carmi. By my interference or not, you can't kill Boromir because I won't let you, and if he does die, you're gonna wish you are too. And as for the Elf? Fat chance, he heard you. And it looks like your genetic ignorance has won through."
She looked at me confused, yes; sadly I do have that effect on people. Her, more than most at least.
"You used a Galadhrim arrow. And there's only one other person here who has a bow other than Legolas."
She looks apprehensive now, if I were in her shoes, I'd be shaking. You do not mess with those guys.
They may act all macho and stuff but they have a right to, they're excellent warriors.
"That's right Carmi, the charade is over. If you come anywhere near one of them now, they'll kill you." I said in a taunting voice.
She let out a scream that blamed me for ruining everything. She swings a sword at my head. I duck. I hear the singing of the air as I narrowly avoid another blow. I bring Keiko up to block her next swing. She snarls at me and pushes on the sword. Suddenly, she whips a dagger from somewhere and buries it into my shoulder.
I recoil visibly. Oww! That fucking hurts! I stagger and lean on Keiko for balance.
"That dagger is laced with poison Samantha." She tells me grinning broadly. "It's fresh. I just made it from the mushrooms in the forest. You'll die a slow and painful death within twenty-four hours. I warned you, and if I can't have the Elf, no one can."
My vision span as she turned and ran. God, this dagger hurts. I bend over and spill my guts on a dead Uruks' head. She has to be lying. Mushrooms can't do anything. Can they?
Ugh! Don't tell me the poison is already taking effect. I can't breathe…
I somehow manage to sheath Keiko and wipe my mouth.
I move to turn around and head back to the clearing where the others were.
When I finally manage it, I find my face buried in a chest clad in dark-brown leather.
"Legolas…" I gasp out.
How does he manage to do that?
It's like, every time I turn around, he's there… protecting me, watching…
"What has happened?" he asks, moving to yank the dagger out of my shoulder. I wince and slap his hands away. It's painful.
"Ow, don't do that! It fucking hurts!"
"What happened Sam?" he repeats.
"She got away. Carmi got away." I say angrily, or at least as angrily as I could when my head keeps exploding in little big bang scenarios. "She stabbed me with this dagger and ran off."
He swears, ooh it's not pleasant.
Where'd he learn such language? I would've expected that from Haldir while he's defending the borders.
"Can you walk Sam?" he asks moving towards me.
I nod.
Whoo boy, I think we both know I'm lying.
He arches an eyebrow gracefully.
I glare at him and walk forward.
Dammit!
Yeah, in case you don't know yet, I failed. I'm utterly pathetic.
Imagine, something as little as poison seeping through my veins and already I'm worthless.
This is peachy.
Just peachy.
Legolas gives an exasperated sigh. "Sam you are truly one of the most stubborn people I have ever met."
I huffed at him as he picked me up. He rolled his eyes at me and exhaled.
"We must get you back to the others."
I stayed silent but a thought struck me.
"Legolas?" I murmured feeling a sudden weight on me.
"Yes?"
"B-Boromir…wh-where is he?" I stumbled over the words. "H-he's ok isn't he? I-I did manage to save him d-didn't I?"
"Yes Sam," he answered putting me down gently. "Aragorn has tended to his wounds."
"Th-That's good." I said smiling, or trying to anyway.
"What has happened?" came another voice. It was Aragorn.
Legolas took him aside and spoke to him in elvish.
The two came back beside me and Aragorn turned to Legolas. "You had better hold her down."
"What?" I asked frowning in confusion.
Legolas however seemed to understand whatever it was Aragorn was saying because he quickly walked behind me and put his arms around me.
"Hey!" I cried trying to struggle. "What the hell is going on?"
Aragorn bent down and quickly wrenched the dagger out of my shoulder.
"OUCH!"I howled. "Fuck, fuck, fuck! That hurts!"
Suddenly Aragorn threw away the dagger, a look of disgust on his face.
"What is it?" Boromir asks standing up from a corner. He's all bandaged up and looks like every move hurts like a bitch.
"Poisoned." Aragorn states. "The dagger has been poisoned."
This time Gimli and Boromir swear.
I rest my head onto a large rock behind me and hold onto my arm, which now felt like it was being sawed in half.
I could feel the tears roll down my cheeks from the pain.
Isn't there some sort of anaesthetic here that they could use?
God I'd be glad for any kind of medicine right now, as long as I live and it stops the pain.
Why do I feel like I've forgotten something?
'Do not forget your training child...'
Thanks Hal, I didn't. But look where it got me.
No…it's something else…
Owie… it really hurts…
I'm gonna go snooze; maybe when I wake up I'll figure out what it is I'm forgetting.
I closed my eyes and breathed deeply.
'The phial contains a healing serum that can heal almost anything...'
I bolted upright suddenly wide-awake.
Ignoring the renewed stabs of pain in my shoulder and the way my vision span dangerously.
Damn, I think the poison is getting the better of me.
"Lie down lass," Gimli said grabbing my arm. "Yeh should be restin'."
"N-no," I wheezed. "I just remembered I h-have a phial of something. C-Celeborn gave it t-to me. S-said I might f-find some use f-for it."
They all looked at me as though fearing for my sanity.
I stumbled towards my pack and drew out the phial given to me by the elf-lord.
Legolas eased it from my grasp and gently pushed me back into a sitting position.
"Mallorn." He said looking delighted. "Sam, you must drink this. It will counter-act the poison of the mushroom."
Honestly buddy boy, I don't care anymore, just make everything stop spinning and hurting.
I swallowed a few gulps of the liquid and closed my eyes.
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Then suddenly, I opened them and blinked.
The pain is still there but I'm not on a roller coaster anymore. Everything is now staying blissfully in place and I don't feel like I just got hit by a rocket-launcher.
Hooray!
Legolas smiled at me and gently placed a cool hand on my forehead.
I looked at my shoulder and was surprised to see that it had been bandaged.
I didn't even feel it.
"It will be a pain for a while." He told me, putting back the phial into my pack. "Perhaps a few days of uncomfortable movement, but you shall be fine. Especially since you have that potion."
I smiled back at him and stood up.
"Are you sure you are well enough to go about?" Boromir asks, seeing me.
I nod and smile. "Yes mother. I'm sure. I'll be fine. I've got the spiffy potion from Lorien, I'll live."
He looked doubtful so Aragorn's call was welcome.
"We will not abandon Merry and Pippin to torment and death. Leave everything that can be spared behind. We travel light." He said sheathing one of his blades. "Let us hunt some Orc!"
Instantly the determined looks were back in place and I'm sure there was a certain battle-hungry gleam in all their eyes.
I picked up all the things I was likely to need and followed the others.
I hear Gimli laugh and roll my eyes.
MEN!
a/n: there you have it! Hope you appreciated that…and I hope I don't get any flames for saving Boromir… anyhoo, don't forget to click the nifty purple button!
