When Frodo finally woke up again he was in a cold dark room by himself.
There was not a sound and there were no windows. In fear and chock he crawled backwards in to a corner and pressed himself against the cold wet brickwall. Every breath he took created little clouds of warm air, but the freezing cold was not his biggest problem at this moment.
Where was he? What would happen to him?
As he closed his eyes he got a vision of the Eye, but it was not looking at him, it seemed rather confused, but it was looking for something, or someone.
His eyes flew open as he heard a key in the door and his head went from side to side, trying to find a place to hide, but it was hopeless. What could he do? He was locked up in a small room and there was no chance for him to escape. The room was dark, but Frodo could see the silhuette of a tall man in the door opening. A weak light shone in from behind him and Frodo could finally see parts of the room. A table, a low stool beside it and on it was his elven cloak properly folded.
"So our guest is awake now"
Frodo covered his face with his arms as protection when the person took a step further in to the room, but whoever or whatever it was he shrunk to a man's size. This was not an orch.
"Who are you?" Frodo managed to speak out his question hoarsely.
"You do not recognize me, that sadens me my friend" said the man.
There was something strangely familiar with that voice, but he could not place it with any man he had met. If he was a friend, what was Frodo doing in this stinking black hole?
"I have heard that voice before"
In the next second he could trace the voice to his fellowship member Boromir, but Faramir said he was dead. No it was not Boromir, this man was taller and his thin hair was longer.
"Aragorn!" he burst out and the man took another step further. The light finally showed his face, but it was not Aragorn and not Boromir. This man was a stranger to Frodo, but at the same time he seemed awfully familiar to him.
"I am Anarhin, son of Thranduil"
"Thranduil? But that makes you..."
"Yes I am Legolas brother and any friend of Legolas is a friend of mine"
Frodo looked at the big masculine elf who reached out a hand to him.
"But what am I doing here?"
Anarhin's hand sank back to the side of his body.
"You were hurt, I had no other place to lay you, it was your luck I was there Frodo Baggins"
Anarhin once again offered Frodo his hand to help him up from the floor.
This time Frodo accepted and was soon on his legs again. He brushed off dirt from his jacket and looked at Anarhin.
"I was in Rivendell at the counsil, maybe you did not see me"
Frodo thought back to the days he spent in Rivendell, but so much of those times had faded from his mind. He shook his head.
"I am sorry, I do not remember much of that meeting"
Anarhin smiled at Frodo and Frodo came to think of Legolas and how much Anarhin did ressamble him, but Anarhin's hair was much darker, almost the darkest of brown while his eyes were the same as his brother's.
"That is not important now, what is important is that we get you out of hear and find your friend"
"Sam?! Is he alive?"
"I do not know Frodo, but we must follow him. You will sit with me on my horse"
"Follow him? Where is he? Have you heard anything?"
"He has the ring, but it is dangerous to travel alone over the plains of Mordor and if he is still alive he must be very close to Ba Orod"
"He has my ring?" Frodo asked in surprise.
How could Sam do such thing? It was suicide.
There was not a sound and there were no windows. In fear and chock he crawled backwards in to a corner and pressed himself against the cold wet brickwall. Every breath he took created little clouds of warm air, but the freezing cold was not his biggest problem at this moment.
Where was he? What would happen to him?
As he closed his eyes he got a vision of the Eye, but it was not looking at him, it seemed rather confused, but it was looking for something, or someone.
His eyes flew open as he heard a key in the door and his head went from side to side, trying to find a place to hide, but it was hopeless. What could he do? He was locked up in a small room and there was no chance for him to escape. The room was dark, but Frodo could see the silhuette of a tall man in the door opening. A weak light shone in from behind him and Frodo could finally see parts of the room. A table, a low stool beside it and on it was his elven cloak properly folded.
"So our guest is awake now"
Frodo covered his face with his arms as protection when the person took a step further in to the room, but whoever or whatever it was he shrunk to a man's size. This was not an orch.
"Who are you?" Frodo managed to speak out his question hoarsely.
"You do not recognize me, that sadens me my friend" said the man.
There was something strangely familiar with that voice, but he could not place it with any man he had met. If he was a friend, what was Frodo doing in this stinking black hole?
"I have heard that voice before"
In the next second he could trace the voice to his fellowship member Boromir, but Faramir said he was dead. No it was not Boromir, this man was taller and his thin hair was longer.
"Aragorn!" he burst out and the man took another step further. The light finally showed his face, but it was not Aragorn and not Boromir. This man was a stranger to Frodo, but at the same time he seemed awfully familiar to him.
"I am Anarhin, son of Thranduil"
"Thranduil? But that makes you..."
"Yes I am Legolas brother and any friend of Legolas is a friend of mine"
Frodo looked at the big masculine elf who reached out a hand to him.
"But what am I doing here?"
Anarhin's hand sank back to the side of his body.
"You were hurt, I had no other place to lay you, it was your luck I was there Frodo Baggins"
Anarhin once again offered Frodo his hand to help him up from the floor.
This time Frodo accepted and was soon on his legs again. He brushed off dirt from his jacket and looked at Anarhin.
"I was in Rivendell at the counsil, maybe you did not see me"
Frodo thought back to the days he spent in Rivendell, but so much of those times had faded from his mind. He shook his head.
"I am sorry, I do not remember much of that meeting"
Anarhin smiled at Frodo and Frodo came to think of Legolas and how much Anarhin did ressamble him, but Anarhin's hair was much darker, almost the darkest of brown while his eyes were the same as his brother's.
"That is not important now, what is important is that we get you out of hear and find your friend"
"Sam?! Is he alive?"
"I do not know Frodo, but we must follow him. You will sit with me on my horse"
"Follow him? Where is he? Have you heard anything?"
"He has the ring, but it is dangerous to travel alone over the plains of Mordor and if he is still alive he must be very close to Ba Orod"
"He has my ring?" Frodo asked in surprise.
How could Sam do such thing? It was suicide.