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Merry uncupped his hand slowly, as Aragorn tried in vain to awaken Sam.
"Sam?", Aragorn said urgently,"Sam, are you alright?"
The hobbit lay still in Aragorns arms for a few tense seconds......then, his nose began to twitch slightly.
Pippin's face split into a wide smile.
"Where are we?", Sam moaned quietly, as he tried to sit up."What happened? Where is Frodo?"
At these words Merry looked solenmly to the ground.
"We are at the edge of the water Sam. Do not you remember? There was a battle here last night", Aragorn said sadly."Frodo......he fell Sam! He fell into the water!"
Merry stood up, the tears streaming down his face. "I am sorry!", he cried,"I tryed to save Frodo, but i failed. He fell from my grasp into the water....i do not know if he is dead or alive. This.....this evil thing is all that i have left of him......", Merry held out the golden necklace for the Fellowship to inspect, the ring of power still attatched to the end.
"The ring!", Boromir cried,"But who shall carry it if Frodo is no longer the bearer?"
"Speak not of Frodo's death Boromir!", Legolas said, more harshely than he had meant to,"We know not of Frodo's demise, he may still be alive!"
"But he is not here", Gimli pointed out, addressing their thoughts to the empty black water.
"Then we must search for him!", Pippin said resoultely, begining to pack up his things.
"It would be in vain", Boromir argued,"Frodo knows that we will go on to Isenguard, and if indeed he is still alive, that is where he will go."
"We cannot just leave him!", Pippin snarled angrily, refusing to believe that one of the fellowship could be so cold hearted.
"A decision must be made!", Legolas pointed to the sky."We must get to Isenguard as quickly as possible, for there can be no hope of us overtaking the orcs now.....we must venture into certain death....and i would prefer to do so now rather than later."
"And who will carry the ring?", ventured Boromir threateningly.
There was silence. Finally, Merry bowed his head.
"I believe Aragorn should be the one", he said stoutly, facing the warrior from Minas Tirith,"He will not fail us."
Aragorn, who had been silent since the start of the discussion was touched by the gesture of the hobbit.
He shook his head slowly. "No Merry, i cannot take it, i know all too well of it's power and intentions to let myself be drawn into it's web of decite. You are the bearer now. But i beg you my fine hobbit, never place the ring upon your finger, for from your desire it will weave a force from within you that should forever lay dormant."
Merry accepted Aragorn's refusal, and placed the ring of power inside his garments.
"We must decide now", Gimli demanded,"Are we to continue our quest? Or are we to look for Frodo?"
The hobbits said they would prefer to look for Frodo.
"I feel we should continue to Isenguard", Boromir said stoutly,"For we must retrive Anduril at any cost."
"I agree with Boromir", Gimli said sadly.
"And i", Legolas closed his eyes."My heart pleads with me to search for Frodo, but my head says continue to Isenguard. I am sorry."
"The desicion lies with you Aragorn", Boromir said, eyeing the silver grey sky.
Aragorn turned to the water, and closed his eye. A single blue tear ran down his sunken cheek. "I am sorry Frodo", he whispered. He turned to the company, he must continue with his desicion. "To Isenguard we will go", he said, his heart lamenting for his close friend,"Bring only what you need, for i am certain that upon the morrow, the scent of the battlefield will linger upon us."
Sadly, the fellowship turned from the water, it's murky blue feeling reflected deep in their hearts.
Frodo sat up slowly in the damp cavern, the scent of the salt from the water fresh upon his body.
"Where am i?", he questioned out loud.
"In my home", a voice answered from the shadows, it's sweetness washing over Frodo, healing his wounds.
"Who are you?", Frodo asked, standing up cautiously, unsheathing Sting from his back.
A tiny figure stepped out into sun stoked cave, its flowing black hair and beauty knocking Frodo's senses off guard. "You need not be afraid of me", she whispered, edging closer to Frodo. "My name is Meiony. I am a water sprite. I saved you from the deep far below. What is your name good hobbit?"
Frodo froze as he took in what had happened. Finally, he drew breath. "My name is Frodo Baggins", he answered, resheathing his sword, for he doubted he would need it.
"What brings you to this part of middle earth Frodo Baggins?", Meiony questoned, sitting herself down beside Frodo.
Horrified, Frodo remembered about Sam, and the others, and of the quest to find Anduril. "I must get to Isenguard!", he cried quickly,"My friends and i are on a quest to retrive the sword of a ranger. If my companions have any sense, they will have gone on to Isenguard. How many days walk is it from here?", Frodo asked desperately.
The water sprite put her head in her hands."At least 7 days", she answered thoughtfully,"For the river had drifted you many leagues upstream before i found you."
"7 days!", Frodo sighed."Then i must leave immediatly. Thank you for your hospitality Meiony, you have been most kind."
Frodo turned to leave the warm cavern.
"wait!", Meiony cried,"There is but another way!"
Frodo stopped in his tracks, and spun around to listen to the water sprite once more.
"Another way?", he said slowly.
Meiony nodded."Yes, i will show you. Come with me."
Frodo followed Meiony to the very depths of her cavern. There he saw a tiny hole, and no ending was in sight.
The water sprite spoke quickly to Frodo. "This tunnel, if you follow it's true course, will lead you directly under the foundations of Isenguard, for there is a small river there. The walk will last for but 1 day, should you tarry not."
Frodo smiled at the kindly water sprite."Thank you Meiony, i will not forget you." He gave a last smile as he dropped down the tiny hole."
The water sprite gave a sad grin. "Goodbye Frodo Baggins", she whispered softly, as Frodo's form disappeared from view.
"I have Isenguard in my sights!", Legolas cried.
"Maybe so", replied Gimli,"But your sight is 10 times greater than ours my friend!"
"Nay!", Legolas cried,"Arm yourself, for Isenguard is but a league away!"
The fellowship drew their weapons, preparing for another battle.
"Go my Uruk Hai!", Saruman ordered his warroirs."They aproach. Take them alive, kill none!"
"Yes my Lord", the head of the army bowed, ushering his soldiers out into the ground and surrounding forests.
"Tis strangely quiet", Legolas searched for even the faintest sound.
"We aproach Orthanic", Aragorn pointed out,"Speak no more."
Together, the company treaded into Orthanic.
"The question remains", Gimli said,"How has the sword-the orcs? Or Saruman?"
There was no answer to Gimli's question. He turned around, determined to grind an answer out of one of his companions, but the sight that met him chilled him to the bone. His friends stood, unable to move. The head of Saruman's Uruk Hai had placed his blade at Boromir's heart. The fellowship could do nought, for Boromir could be slain.
"In to the tower!", the head Uruk Hai commanded,"For in the name of Saruman, i claim you alive!"
In disgust, the fellowship entered the tower of Isenguard, their hatred for Saruman burning in their eyes.
"Well done my fighting force!", a voice hailed from the top of the winding staricase,"I see you have brought me the fellowship.........let them be for a while..........take them to my dungeons, i will have words with them. Until then......they are yours to play with."
Saruman left the chamber, his voice cackling above the rafters.
The Uruk Hai moved, their leader nicking his blade into Merry's neck.
"Leave him!", commanded Aragorn hoarsely, but the Uruk Hai took no notice.
"I am sorry", Aragorn whispered, as they were thrown into the darkened room,"This is my fault....it's all my."
But he did not get to finish, for an orc had covered his mouth, and Aragorn fell into unconciousness.
"Aragorn!", Legolas cried, struggling against the uruk hai.
There was a thud, and Legolas fell motionless to the floor, his eyes closed, oblivious to horror that was happening in front of him.
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Merry uncupped his hand slowly, as Aragorn tried in vain to awaken Sam.
"Sam?", Aragorn said urgently,"Sam, are you alright?"
The hobbit lay still in Aragorns arms for a few tense seconds......then, his nose began to twitch slightly.
Pippin's face split into a wide smile.
"Where are we?", Sam moaned quietly, as he tried to sit up."What happened? Where is Frodo?"
At these words Merry looked solenmly to the ground.
"We are at the edge of the water Sam. Do not you remember? There was a battle here last night", Aragorn said sadly."Frodo......he fell Sam! He fell into the water!"
Merry stood up, the tears streaming down his face. "I am sorry!", he cried,"I tryed to save Frodo, but i failed. He fell from my grasp into the water....i do not know if he is dead or alive. This.....this evil thing is all that i have left of him......", Merry held out the golden necklace for the Fellowship to inspect, the ring of power still attatched to the end.
"The ring!", Boromir cried,"But who shall carry it if Frodo is no longer the bearer?"
"Speak not of Frodo's death Boromir!", Legolas said, more harshely than he had meant to,"We know not of Frodo's demise, he may still be alive!"
"But he is not here", Gimli pointed out, addressing their thoughts to the empty black water.
"Then we must search for him!", Pippin said resoultely, begining to pack up his things.
"It would be in vain", Boromir argued,"Frodo knows that we will go on to Isenguard, and if indeed he is still alive, that is where he will go."
"We cannot just leave him!", Pippin snarled angrily, refusing to believe that one of the fellowship could be so cold hearted.
"A decision must be made!", Legolas pointed to the sky."We must get to Isenguard as quickly as possible, for there can be no hope of us overtaking the orcs now.....we must venture into certain death....and i would prefer to do so now rather than later."
"And who will carry the ring?", ventured Boromir threateningly.
There was silence. Finally, Merry bowed his head.
"I believe Aragorn should be the one", he said stoutly, facing the warrior from Minas Tirith,"He will not fail us."
Aragorn, who had been silent since the start of the discussion was touched by the gesture of the hobbit.
He shook his head slowly. "No Merry, i cannot take it, i know all too well of it's power and intentions to let myself be drawn into it's web of decite. You are the bearer now. But i beg you my fine hobbit, never place the ring upon your finger, for from your desire it will weave a force from within you that should forever lay dormant."
Merry accepted Aragorn's refusal, and placed the ring of power inside his garments.
"We must decide now", Gimli demanded,"Are we to continue our quest? Or are we to look for Frodo?"
The hobbits said they would prefer to look for Frodo.
"I feel we should continue to Isenguard", Boromir said stoutly,"For we must retrive Anduril at any cost."
"I agree with Boromir", Gimli said sadly.
"And i", Legolas closed his eyes."My heart pleads with me to search for Frodo, but my head says continue to Isenguard. I am sorry."
"The desicion lies with you Aragorn", Boromir said, eyeing the silver grey sky.
Aragorn turned to the water, and closed his eye. A single blue tear ran down his sunken cheek. "I am sorry Frodo", he whispered. He turned to the company, he must continue with his desicion. "To Isenguard we will go", he said, his heart lamenting for his close friend,"Bring only what you need, for i am certain that upon the morrow, the scent of the battlefield will linger upon us."
Sadly, the fellowship turned from the water, it's murky blue feeling reflected deep in their hearts.
Frodo sat up slowly in the damp cavern, the scent of the salt from the water fresh upon his body.
"Where am i?", he questioned out loud.
"In my home", a voice answered from the shadows, it's sweetness washing over Frodo, healing his wounds.
"Who are you?", Frodo asked, standing up cautiously, unsheathing Sting from his back.
A tiny figure stepped out into sun stoked cave, its flowing black hair and beauty knocking Frodo's senses off guard. "You need not be afraid of me", she whispered, edging closer to Frodo. "My name is Meiony. I am a water sprite. I saved you from the deep far below. What is your name good hobbit?"
Frodo froze as he took in what had happened. Finally, he drew breath. "My name is Frodo Baggins", he answered, resheathing his sword, for he doubted he would need it.
"What brings you to this part of middle earth Frodo Baggins?", Meiony questoned, sitting herself down beside Frodo.
Horrified, Frodo remembered about Sam, and the others, and of the quest to find Anduril. "I must get to Isenguard!", he cried quickly,"My friends and i are on a quest to retrive the sword of a ranger. If my companions have any sense, they will have gone on to Isenguard. How many days walk is it from here?", Frodo asked desperately.
The water sprite put her head in her hands."At least 7 days", she answered thoughtfully,"For the river had drifted you many leagues upstream before i found you."
"7 days!", Frodo sighed."Then i must leave immediatly. Thank you for your hospitality Meiony, you have been most kind."
Frodo turned to leave the warm cavern.
"wait!", Meiony cried,"There is but another way!"
Frodo stopped in his tracks, and spun around to listen to the water sprite once more.
"Another way?", he said slowly.
Meiony nodded."Yes, i will show you. Come with me."
Frodo followed Meiony to the very depths of her cavern. There he saw a tiny hole, and no ending was in sight.
The water sprite spoke quickly to Frodo. "This tunnel, if you follow it's true course, will lead you directly under the foundations of Isenguard, for there is a small river there. The walk will last for but 1 day, should you tarry not."
Frodo smiled at the kindly water sprite."Thank you Meiony, i will not forget you." He gave a last smile as he dropped down the tiny hole."
The water sprite gave a sad grin. "Goodbye Frodo Baggins", she whispered softly, as Frodo's form disappeared from view.
"I have Isenguard in my sights!", Legolas cried.
"Maybe so", replied Gimli,"But your sight is 10 times greater than ours my friend!"
"Nay!", Legolas cried,"Arm yourself, for Isenguard is but a league away!"
The fellowship drew their weapons, preparing for another battle.
"Go my Uruk Hai!", Saruman ordered his warroirs."They aproach. Take them alive, kill none!"
"Yes my Lord", the head of the army bowed, ushering his soldiers out into the ground and surrounding forests.
"Tis strangely quiet", Legolas searched for even the faintest sound.
"We aproach Orthanic", Aragorn pointed out,"Speak no more."
Together, the company treaded into Orthanic.
"The question remains", Gimli said,"How has the sword-the orcs? Or Saruman?"
There was no answer to Gimli's question. He turned around, determined to grind an answer out of one of his companions, but the sight that met him chilled him to the bone. His friends stood, unable to move. The head of Saruman's Uruk Hai had placed his blade at Boromir's heart. The fellowship could do nought, for Boromir could be slain.
"In to the tower!", the head Uruk Hai commanded,"For in the name of Saruman, i claim you alive!"
In disgust, the fellowship entered the tower of Isenguard, their hatred for Saruman burning in their eyes.
"Well done my fighting force!", a voice hailed from the top of the winding staricase,"I see you have brought me the fellowship.........let them be for a while..........take them to my dungeons, i will have words with them. Until then......they are yours to play with."
Saruman left the chamber, his voice cackling above the rafters.
The Uruk Hai moved, their leader nicking his blade into Merry's neck.
"Leave him!", commanded Aragorn hoarsely, but the Uruk Hai took no notice.
"I am sorry", Aragorn whispered, as they were thrown into the darkened room,"This is my fault....it's all my."
But he did not get to finish, for an orc had covered his mouth, and Aragorn fell into unconciousness.
"Aragorn!", Legolas cried, struggling against the uruk hai.
There was a thud, and Legolas fell motionless to the floor, his eyes closed, oblivious to horror that was happening in front of him.
Hope you liked it! Part 4 should be out tomorrow!