--=Authors note: Allrighty. I know this story seems like it goes too fast,
but that is my style. I can't sit and write for hours and hours about the
color of the birds in the trees and such, and I envy everyone who can.
Also, I would appreciate no flames about my portrayl of Sam and Frodo's
relationship. If you DO have something bad to say about it, then don't
leave an anonymous review. At LEAST leave your e-mail so I can explain to
you 2 things:
1.) Have you read the books? What I write is EXACTLY how their relationship in the book is. Is it homosexual? Well, Sam grew up to marry Rosie and they had 13 kids. Go Sam, go sam...er...but if that is how you WANT it to be, then so be it. But I think it runs deeper than that. Sam is pure. And he DOES protect "Mr. Frodo" to the end. Wouldn't you just die to have someone like that around you?
2.) I am an AUTHOR. I write FICTION. And if I want Sam and Frodo to grow up and adopt 30.65 kids together, I'll write it like that. (Not sayin I will....my story isn't as expanive as mr. Tolkiens) Please respect that. If it's CONSTRUCTIVE criticism, I welcome it with open arms. But if it's "You suck, frodo isn't gay elijah wood is my baby..." so on and so forth...please, put an address to your name. Thank you!=--
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The Fellowship were spending the night at a small clearing in the woods before travelling to the Mountains the next day. The fire that kindled earlier was almost out, and the snores of the Hobbit folk could wake the dead. But not all were graced with sleep. Aragorn stood quite a piece away from the others, chatting with Link.
"What ever became of you, after we last met? Rivendell was a much brighter place then, as you recall. Remember when you used to play with me in the forest, and taught me how to use a bow?" Aragorn's eyes gleamed with rememberance. "After about 20 years, you left, I forgot why. I never saw you since."
"Everyone thought I went on a mission and never returned. Truth is, I was banned from Rivendell. I do miss it, every day. The world is so cold, and alone here. But I've been around long enough to know that it only makes one stronger."
Aragorn frowned. This brought up many questions.
"Why were you banned, Linaael?"
She slightly blushed at her Elven name.
"Elrond realized I was not like the rest of the Elvenwomen. I was a warrior, rough and unladylike. He sent me out, to go and find my place. He did not want me to return to Rivendell, and I never have. He would not approve of me here, but I do not care. He isn't a bad man...I just didn't turn out right. But what do you expect from a half-elf?"
Aragorn frowned, but said nothing further of the current topic.
"How long have you known Legolas?"
Link sighed. This was a tough subject, and she had to be careful. Very, very careful. She hated him, with a passion. But what was that passion? Was it hatred?
"Many, many years...since we were Elflings. When I was banned from Rivendell, his father forbade him to be friends with me any longer. Our relationship, which was one friendly, turned bitter. I would not call him Prince, and he detested that. I don't know about him...I don't know how it turned this way..."
Aragorn placed his hand over hers.
"But enough of this. How's Arwen doing?"
Whilst the two talked of Arwen, Aragorn's love interest, a shadow walked calmly and quietly away from the two. Turning once more to see them, he stopped. They were laughing, flirting as just friends, and enjoying themselves very much. Glaring with a bitter eye, Legolas quickly walked twards the camp.
"I will not torture myself like that. Who is she...who is she to say things? I will not tolerate her. Why does it have to be like this?"
He whispered to the trees, and to the night sky, as a silver tear stained his pale, fair cheek a blood red. The tears of Elves...
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The next morning, the group set off to the Mountains. Gimli and Legolas were involved in a heated discussion over who started the Elven and Dwarven hatred.
"It was most certainly NOT the Dwarves, we are a noble people!" Stated Gimli.
"Ai! And you say we are not? Who was first, Gimli? We were. We were first here, so therefore we had the right-"
"You were first, tis true. First to start your Elvish bickering! By my Axe..."
Gandalf and the human men were discussing routes of passage that were possible if the one did not work out. Link was behind them, telling Merry and Pippin of the most rich and wonderful pipe-weed she had found in her travels. A small piece, yet private, behind the rest walked Sam and Frodo. Quietly talking of Bilbo (Frodo's Uncle) and Gandalf, and Elves and Ringwaiths.
"I was so frightened, Mr. Frodo, I thought you were a gonner. I didn't hardly leave your bedside when we got to Rivendell. I'm so sorry Mr. Frodo, I could have done something, I was such a coward!"
Frodo's heart fell at this statement. There was nothing Sam could have done, nothing at all. But it made his heart soar to know he had at least one friend who is faithful, even in the worst of times.
"Samwise, listen to me. There's absolutely nothing you could have done. You were not a coward...I was. I put on the stupid ring to try and hide. But they could see me...I was scared too, Sam. When I saw you, all worried, I thought it was the end of me. I'm just glad we're on our way, and that we're both allright..."
Frodo gently patted Sam on the back, smiling lightly to him. Sam reached up and felt a whisp of Frodo's hair, and gently touched his hand.
"It's warm, Mr. Frodo.It was so cold, only a few days ago..."
***
They stopped and rested for a few minutes on top of one of the great stone mountains. They built a fire, and Boromir practiced swordplay with Merry and Pippin. Sam and Frodo sat together, along with Aragorn not far away, watching the festivities. Gandalf was speaking to Gimli, while Legolas and Link were watching guard.
"Legolas...do you see that?" Link pointed to a black cloud rushing twards them....straight twards them.
Sneering at her, he watched where she pointed.
"It's nothing, can't you see?" She glared ahead still, but suddenly screamed.
"LEGOLAS, LOOK YOU FOOL!"
His head shot up, and he screamed at Gandalf.
"Gandalf, spies! Head for cover!"
Looking up they all dove someplace where they were closely hidden, Legolas and Link diving under the same rock. His chest was pressed against her back, and he breathed quietly on the side of her neck. It had been a long time, since they were in this position. The memories overtook him, and he forgot himself as he took his hand and gently brushed it through her hair. Jerking, she dove out of the cave, and stood up. The flock was gone, and everyone was slowly climbing out of their shelters. Including Legolas, cursing his stupidity.
"What the hell was that, Legolas?! How dare you! Draw your bow!" She had hers out and loaded, and aimed for his head. He hesitated.
"I said draw your bow, archer of Mirkwood!" She sneered, and pulled her Elven haired bowstring back.
He looked dismayed, even sad. Then, like lightening, he grabbed his bow and loaded it within half a second. They both let go at the same time, and right in the middle, between both archers, their arrows collided. Staring at the two broken pieces of Elvenwood on the hard rock ground, the Fellowship was silent.
"Fools. You both...fools." whispered Gandalf, as he stared them both down. Not bearing to look at him any longer, they both looked away, which only resulted in their locking eyes. A fire deep within their souls flared up, and the rest of the Fellowship walked away. They don't know how long they stood there like that, but after awhile, Link's tears could withstand their barrier no longer. Dropping her bow, she fell to her knees and wept freely. However, even though she was of Elven blood, her tears were only a pale blue. Legolas only stood there. Blinking only once, he ran off twards the departing Fellowship.
Link sat there, and dried her eyes.
"Do you not have a heart as you once did, Legolas?" She cried out at his disappearance. She had no comfort, no solace. She grabbed her bow, and was about to run in the opposite direction twards her home in the woods, when she looked to the ground and saw it. Right where Legolas was standing before he left, there was a single drop of red. She crawled over to it, and laid her finger upon it. It was not blood. She put her finger to her lips, and tasted the salty bittersweetness of the red liquid. It was a single Elven tear. Purely shed. After a long while of meditation, she got up, and ran off to find the rest of the Company.
1.) Have you read the books? What I write is EXACTLY how their relationship in the book is. Is it homosexual? Well, Sam grew up to marry Rosie and they had 13 kids. Go Sam, go sam...er...but if that is how you WANT it to be, then so be it. But I think it runs deeper than that. Sam is pure. And he DOES protect "Mr. Frodo" to the end. Wouldn't you just die to have someone like that around you?
2.) I am an AUTHOR. I write FICTION. And if I want Sam and Frodo to grow up and adopt 30.65 kids together, I'll write it like that. (Not sayin I will....my story isn't as expanive as mr. Tolkiens) Please respect that. If it's CONSTRUCTIVE criticism, I welcome it with open arms. But if it's "You suck, frodo isn't gay elijah wood is my baby..." so on and so forth...please, put an address to your name. Thank you!=--
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The Fellowship were spending the night at a small clearing in the woods before travelling to the Mountains the next day. The fire that kindled earlier was almost out, and the snores of the Hobbit folk could wake the dead. But not all were graced with sleep. Aragorn stood quite a piece away from the others, chatting with Link.
"What ever became of you, after we last met? Rivendell was a much brighter place then, as you recall. Remember when you used to play with me in the forest, and taught me how to use a bow?" Aragorn's eyes gleamed with rememberance. "After about 20 years, you left, I forgot why. I never saw you since."
"Everyone thought I went on a mission and never returned. Truth is, I was banned from Rivendell. I do miss it, every day. The world is so cold, and alone here. But I've been around long enough to know that it only makes one stronger."
Aragorn frowned. This brought up many questions.
"Why were you banned, Linaael?"
She slightly blushed at her Elven name.
"Elrond realized I was not like the rest of the Elvenwomen. I was a warrior, rough and unladylike. He sent me out, to go and find my place. He did not want me to return to Rivendell, and I never have. He would not approve of me here, but I do not care. He isn't a bad man...I just didn't turn out right. But what do you expect from a half-elf?"
Aragorn frowned, but said nothing further of the current topic.
"How long have you known Legolas?"
Link sighed. This was a tough subject, and she had to be careful. Very, very careful. She hated him, with a passion. But what was that passion? Was it hatred?
"Many, many years...since we were Elflings. When I was banned from Rivendell, his father forbade him to be friends with me any longer. Our relationship, which was one friendly, turned bitter. I would not call him Prince, and he detested that. I don't know about him...I don't know how it turned this way..."
Aragorn placed his hand over hers.
"But enough of this. How's Arwen doing?"
Whilst the two talked of Arwen, Aragorn's love interest, a shadow walked calmly and quietly away from the two. Turning once more to see them, he stopped. They were laughing, flirting as just friends, and enjoying themselves very much. Glaring with a bitter eye, Legolas quickly walked twards the camp.
"I will not torture myself like that. Who is she...who is she to say things? I will not tolerate her. Why does it have to be like this?"
He whispered to the trees, and to the night sky, as a silver tear stained his pale, fair cheek a blood red. The tears of Elves...
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The next morning, the group set off to the Mountains. Gimli and Legolas were involved in a heated discussion over who started the Elven and Dwarven hatred.
"It was most certainly NOT the Dwarves, we are a noble people!" Stated Gimli.
"Ai! And you say we are not? Who was first, Gimli? We were. We were first here, so therefore we had the right-"
"You were first, tis true. First to start your Elvish bickering! By my Axe..."
Gandalf and the human men were discussing routes of passage that were possible if the one did not work out. Link was behind them, telling Merry and Pippin of the most rich and wonderful pipe-weed she had found in her travels. A small piece, yet private, behind the rest walked Sam and Frodo. Quietly talking of Bilbo (Frodo's Uncle) and Gandalf, and Elves and Ringwaiths.
"I was so frightened, Mr. Frodo, I thought you were a gonner. I didn't hardly leave your bedside when we got to Rivendell. I'm so sorry Mr. Frodo, I could have done something, I was such a coward!"
Frodo's heart fell at this statement. There was nothing Sam could have done, nothing at all. But it made his heart soar to know he had at least one friend who is faithful, even in the worst of times.
"Samwise, listen to me. There's absolutely nothing you could have done. You were not a coward...I was. I put on the stupid ring to try and hide. But they could see me...I was scared too, Sam. When I saw you, all worried, I thought it was the end of me. I'm just glad we're on our way, and that we're both allright..."
Frodo gently patted Sam on the back, smiling lightly to him. Sam reached up and felt a whisp of Frodo's hair, and gently touched his hand.
"It's warm, Mr. Frodo.It was so cold, only a few days ago..."
***
They stopped and rested for a few minutes on top of one of the great stone mountains. They built a fire, and Boromir practiced swordplay with Merry and Pippin. Sam and Frodo sat together, along with Aragorn not far away, watching the festivities. Gandalf was speaking to Gimli, while Legolas and Link were watching guard.
"Legolas...do you see that?" Link pointed to a black cloud rushing twards them....straight twards them.
Sneering at her, he watched where she pointed.
"It's nothing, can't you see?" She glared ahead still, but suddenly screamed.
"LEGOLAS, LOOK YOU FOOL!"
His head shot up, and he screamed at Gandalf.
"Gandalf, spies! Head for cover!"
Looking up they all dove someplace where they were closely hidden, Legolas and Link diving under the same rock. His chest was pressed against her back, and he breathed quietly on the side of her neck. It had been a long time, since they were in this position. The memories overtook him, and he forgot himself as he took his hand and gently brushed it through her hair. Jerking, she dove out of the cave, and stood up. The flock was gone, and everyone was slowly climbing out of their shelters. Including Legolas, cursing his stupidity.
"What the hell was that, Legolas?! How dare you! Draw your bow!" She had hers out and loaded, and aimed for his head. He hesitated.
"I said draw your bow, archer of Mirkwood!" She sneered, and pulled her Elven haired bowstring back.
He looked dismayed, even sad. Then, like lightening, he grabbed his bow and loaded it within half a second. They both let go at the same time, and right in the middle, between both archers, their arrows collided. Staring at the two broken pieces of Elvenwood on the hard rock ground, the Fellowship was silent.
"Fools. You both...fools." whispered Gandalf, as he stared them both down. Not bearing to look at him any longer, they both looked away, which only resulted in their locking eyes. A fire deep within their souls flared up, and the rest of the Fellowship walked away. They don't know how long they stood there like that, but after awhile, Link's tears could withstand their barrier no longer. Dropping her bow, she fell to her knees and wept freely. However, even though she was of Elven blood, her tears were only a pale blue. Legolas only stood there. Blinking only once, he ran off twards the departing Fellowship.
Link sat there, and dried her eyes.
"Do you not have a heart as you once did, Legolas?" She cried out at his disappearance. She had no comfort, no solace. She grabbed her bow, and was about to run in the opposite direction twards her home in the woods, when she looked to the ground and saw it. Right where Legolas was standing before he left, there was a single drop of red. She crawled over to it, and laid her finger upon it. It was not blood. She put her finger to her lips, and tasted the salty bittersweetness of the red liquid. It was a single Elven tear. Purely shed. After a long while of meditation, she got up, and ran off to find the rest of the Company.
