A/N: *wipes tears of happiness from eyes* Well you guys, you made me really
happy. I posted this without expecting any reviews and ta daa, here I am
with three of them already. But I'm sure you just want me to get on with it
so you can read so I'll end my ramblings here. Love ya! *blows kisses to
the audience and runs offstage*
Ancient Magic: Chapter Two
Regaining consciousness was a painful experience. Head throbbing mercilessly, Frodo slowly opened his eyes.
He was no longer in the cheerful woods that the Fellowship had rested in. The forest he now found himself in was dark and misty.
A chill of terror crept into Frodo's heart as he remembered what had happened. He had been sucked through a portal; where he was now, he had no idea.
Slowly he stood up, ignoring the lances of pain that stabbed through his mind. Forcing himself to keep a cool head and not panic, he looked around.
He did not recognise any of this. After sitting where he was for a few minutes, he plucked up the courage to cry out.
'Aragorn?' he ventured. No answer. 'Sam? Legolas? Gimli?' Nothing. An owl's piercing screech broke the silence, as though to reassure Frodo that yes, he was alone.
'Well, you've sure gotten yourself into a fix this time, old lad.' Frodo thought out loud to himself. 'No sense in staying here, I might as well try to find my way out of this place.'
Forcing his numbed legs to work, he stumbled along through the forest, slipping on tufts of dew-soaked grass and tripping over the occasional root.
Though confident on the outside, panic was once again beginning to creep up on him. What if he never got out? What if he just kept on walking and never found anything but mist and bare trees?
Shutting his eyes tight, he pushed those thoughts away. No, he thought to himself, you'll get through this. You've fought your way out of worse situations than this. There's nothing- what was that?!
Frodo stopped dead n his tracks. He was positive he had heard something. After standing there listening for a few minutes, he began to doubt that there was anything at all. Maybe he was hearing things.
No. There it was. Rustling, rustling in the grass around him. He was being hunted by something he couldn't see.
Letting out a piercing yell quite out of character for a small hobbit, Frodo tore off in the opposite direction of the noise. He ran as fast as his could, his breathing fast and ragged.
Behind him he could hear noises. His pursuers! Urging himself to go even faster, he plunged onward through the trees.
Suddenly a light appeared in front of him. Light? he thought. Yes! Run toward the light! (A/N: No, Frodo is not stupid. He's just panicking)
Bang! Without warning, he ran into something large and very solid. Half stunned, Frodo fell to the ground.
'Hm? What's that?' said the large solid something, holding up a lantern. It spotted Frodo. Reaching out with an enormous hand, it hoisted him off the ground. 'Eh? What do we have here?'
A/N: Bwahahaha! A cliffie! Give you one guess as to who Frodo ran into. And don't worry, my loyal fans, I'll be getting back to the Fellowship in the next chapter. As usual, read and review! Feed my craving! =D
Ancient Magic: Chapter Two
Regaining consciousness was a painful experience. Head throbbing mercilessly, Frodo slowly opened his eyes.
He was no longer in the cheerful woods that the Fellowship had rested in. The forest he now found himself in was dark and misty.
A chill of terror crept into Frodo's heart as he remembered what had happened. He had been sucked through a portal; where he was now, he had no idea.
Slowly he stood up, ignoring the lances of pain that stabbed through his mind. Forcing himself to keep a cool head and not panic, he looked around.
He did not recognise any of this. After sitting where he was for a few minutes, he plucked up the courage to cry out.
'Aragorn?' he ventured. No answer. 'Sam? Legolas? Gimli?' Nothing. An owl's piercing screech broke the silence, as though to reassure Frodo that yes, he was alone.
'Well, you've sure gotten yourself into a fix this time, old lad.' Frodo thought out loud to himself. 'No sense in staying here, I might as well try to find my way out of this place.'
Forcing his numbed legs to work, he stumbled along through the forest, slipping on tufts of dew-soaked grass and tripping over the occasional root.
Though confident on the outside, panic was once again beginning to creep up on him. What if he never got out? What if he just kept on walking and never found anything but mist and bare trees?
Shutting his eyes tight, he pushed those thoughts away. No, he thought to himself, you'll get through this. You've fought your way out of worse situations than this. There's nothing- what was that?!
Frodo stopped dead n his tracks. He was positive he had heard something. After standing there listening for a few minutes, he began to doubt that there was anything at all. Maybe he was hearing things.
No. There it was. Rustling, rustling in the grass around him. He was being hunted by something he couldn't see.
Letting out a piercing yell quite out of character for a small hobbit, Frodo tore off in the opposite direction of the noise. He ran as fast as his could, his breathing fast and ragged.
Behind him he could hear noises. His pursuers! Urging himself to go even faster, he plunged onward through the trees.
Suddenly a light appeared in front of him. Light? he thought. Yes! Run toward the light! (A/N: No, Frodo is not stupid. He's just panicking)
Bang! Without warning, he ran into something large and very solid. Half stunned, Frodo fell to the ground.
'Hm? What's that?' said the large solid something, holding up a lantern. It spotted Frodo. Reaching out with an enormous hand, it hoisted him off the ground. 'Eh? What do we have here?'
A/N: Bwahahaha! A cliffie! Give you one guess as to who Frodo ran into. And don't worry, my loyal fans, I'll be getting back to the Fellowship in the next chapter. As usual, read and review! Feed my craving! =D