(author krissy)
Gwen pulled her horse along behind her. It could bearly hold her pack. She had been chasing Frodo for a week, she had to be close, she could feel it in her heart. She was doing fairly well, but the horse was a different matter. It was dark, but she could still travel by night. She was too close to give up now, too close. In the dark she could just make out a fire. Gwen hurried her pace getting closer and closer. Her heart beat into her chest, as she pulled the horse behind her.
Frodo looked at the fire, his heartaching. He wished he could just hold
Gwen, just one more time. He ached to see her, to kiss her lips, to touch
her hair. He missed her laugh, her smile, that stories she told him. He
looked up off into the distance, hoping to see her, to see her face, her
body, coming toward him in the distance. He started to look down, but something
caught his eye. He looked up, and there was a girl, pulling a horse behind
her. Frodo stood up, his heart beating faster then he ever thought possible,
he could bearly breathe, this was the moment he had waited for, this moment
had cost him much pain and tears.
"Gwen," he wishpered, bearly able to talk.
Sam looked up at Frodo," Master, please, she is.."
"Gwen," Frodo shouted starting to run toward the figure in the distance.
Siendar got up from the ground catching Frodo before he could
leave the light of the fire.
"Let me go. Its Gwen please do not keep me from her," Frodo struggled
agnest the elf's grip.
Sam came up and took Frodo holding him back, keeping him from his love.
"You do not know if she is good, how she was captured or what they
have done to her, we can not allow her to be here," Siendar said, watching
the figure in the distance. The elf pulled out a bow and fitted it with
and arrow and pointed at the direction of the girl.
Gwen saw him, Frodo. Her heart lept, she began to run faster, dropping
the reigns of the horse. "Frodo," she cried, as she heard his voice scream
her name.
"NO! You can not. Please, I love her," tears streamed from Frodo's
eyes as he despratly tried to get out of Sam's grip.
Sam could not look at his master, but he knew that this was right,
he did not know what they had done to Gwen. He loved Gwen s dearly as Frodo,
but he could not run any risks.
Gwen came into the outskirts of the fire light and stopped. An elf
held and arrow pointed in her direction, anbd Sam held Frodo from comign
to her. "Frodo?" said asked, looking into his eyes, pained because of the
tears she found.
"Gwen," he started, but was interupted by Siendar.
"You can not come any closer. You are not welcome here."
Gwen looked at Frodo, scared and unsure," Why, what have I done? Sam?
Sam, what's going on?"
Sam turned away, not able to look her in the eyes.
"You can not be trusted now leave! If you do not, I will force you
too," Siendar pulled the string back farther, making his point.
"Frodo, please, I... He is my love, I would never hurt him..I can not
hurt him please. I have traveled far, faced much too see him please," she
pleaded crying, sobbing.
Frodo struggled angest Sam," Gwen! I love you. Please let me go." He
did not understand, his heart longed to be with Gwen, nothing could stop
him.
Gwen took a step foreward, it seemed like time stopped to Frodo and
froze in an instant, then moved faster then he could ever have believed
possible. Siendar fired, the arrow hit Gwen right above her heart. she
crumpled to the ground like a doll.
"No!! Gwen!!" Frodo could bearly breathe, numb, crying and struggling.
Sam looked in shock.
Gwen did not move, shocked, hurt and pained, she could not move, all
she could do was cry.
Siendar picked up their things and put out the fire. Sam struggled
with Frodo, who was too weak to resist any more. They left. Gwen lay on
the ground, bleeding and crying.
A few hours later, Siendar and Sam set up camp. Frodo was lieing in
a ball, crying, his thoughts on Gwen. He was so close, it was not right
it was not fair. The other two sat by the new fire talking quietly. Frodo
looked at the ring about his neck. "Just the once, just for her." He slipped
on the ring, and quietly got up, running blindly in the direction of his
love.
The horse was licking Gwen's face. She had long since passed out, finding
solace in a dark dreamless sleep. Frodo stummbled, finally he saw the coals
of what was once thier fire. He moved faster, taking the ring of his finger.
He looked for her, praying she was not dead. Finally he found her. Gwen
had somehow managed the strenght to pull the arrow out. She always had
strength. Frodo ripped his shirt and wrapped her wound. He could feel her
breath on his cheek. He held her in his lap, savoring the feel of her body
again. "I love you," he wishpered. "I love you." He wiped her forehead
and kissed it.
Frodo layed her down, pulled her blanket off the horse. He layed next
to her wrapping his arms around her and pulled her close, hoping to keep
her warm. He interlaced his fingers with hers, feeling a worn ring on her
ring finger. He smiled, she had not given up or lost it, she was still
his she was still his wife. He kissed her forehead again. "I love you."
He pulled the blanket over them, hoping to be hidden and fell asleep, happy
to be with his love.