I Will Protect You
by: Serena-chan
A/N: Hey peeps! I just saw the movie "Lord of the Rings" (about an hour ago, just goes to show how long it takes an idea to develop in my brain), and I LOVE IT!!!! If you have not seen the movie yet GO SEE IT! IT IS SOOOOO GOOD!!!!
Disclaimer: I don't own Lord of the Rings. Blah, blah, blah..you know the drill.
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"Frodo! Can't we stop a minute? I dunno if I can keep up this pace."
Frodo Baggins turned toward his friend, "Right, Sam. We can rest on those logs over there."
Sam nodded thankfully and plopped down on one of the logs, massaging his aching feet. Frodo sat on a log opposite him. They had been walking nearly all day through a dense forest that showed no signs of ending anytime soon.
All of a sudden, Frodo had the strange feeling that he was being watched. All the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. His muscles went tense. His hand flew worriedly to his throat, feeling the ring through his clothing. He sat there, not breathing, just listening, his hand closed protectively around the ring.
Then, just as suddenly as the feeling came upon him, it left. He relaxed, though was still worried and sat there, wondering about the cause of the feeling that had come over him.
He didn't have long to ponder though, for out of nowhere, an orc flew through the trees, sword drawn. Many more followed it, all attacking at once.
"On your feet, Sam!" Frodo yelled, pulling his sword, which was glowing blue, from his belt.
"Why didn't that sword of yours warn you?" Sam yelled, hefting his own sword against an orc.
"I was...distracted." He called out through the battle. There were far too many orcs for them to handle on their own. He was surrounded on all sides. He hacked at as many as he could, but he always had to turn his back to others, who where hitting him hard with theirs swords. The impact of theirs weapons hurt even though they could not cut him through the armor that Bilbo had given him.
One of the orcs swords hit him hard at the base of his throat. It cut deep where the armor could not protect him. He gasped at the pain that seared through him like a knife. He still continued to fight, but a red haze was beginning to come over him.
"Sam!" he yelled as his knees buckled under him. He was soaked in his own blood and more was still gushing from his wound. An orc stepped above his and raised his sword. Frodo tried to reach up and grasp the ring but he was too weak. This is it, he thought.
Suddenly, a dagger went flying through the air and hit the orc in the chest. He fell, his sword clattering on the ground just inches away from Frodo. A figure came after the dagger, wielding a sword. Frodo looked up at the figure in a daze as the orcs fell dead beneath the newcomer's sword. The mystery person wore a heavy dark brown cloak, which made it impossible to see the person's face.
Frodo blacked out at this point. The orcs began retreating, and Sam turned to the cloaked figure, who had pushed back the hood slightly, revealing a proud face.
"Thank you, sir, for your help!" Sam said, running up "but who are you, and where did you learn to fight like that?"
"Actually," the newcomer replied in a soft, melodic voice, "I prefer to be called 'miss,' if you don't mind." The person withdrew her cloak and hood. Waves of blond hair cascaded down her back. Though she wore a man's trousers and shirt, the figure was definitely a woman's. She was the same size as a he and Frodo, but from the soft white glow that emitted from her very skin, she was no hobbit.
Sam's jaw dropped, "Sorry!" he exclaimed, "but the way you fought, I thought-"
"There's no time!" she replied, "You're friend's hurt badly."
Sam looked past her to where Frodo lay in a pool of blood. "Frodo!" Sam shouted, rushing past the girl to where he lay. He lifted Frodo's head and Frodo moaned slightly. "We've got to help him! He's dying!" Sam looked up at the girl.
She had gone over to where a silvery white mare stood waiting. She reached into the saddlebags and produced a red velvet pouch. Walking over, she pulled a round object, wrapped in leather from it. She dropped to her knees beside Frodo and unwrapped the object. It was a glass ball about the size of her palm. Inside the ball was a shimmering white light that was so bright it lit up the entire woods surrounding them.
"I can help your friend," the girl said slowly, "but you must lay him flat, and then stand a good distance away."
"How do I know I can trust you?" Sam eyed her suspiciously.
"You'll just have to." she replied, "You have no other option at this point. He will be dead before you can get help."
Sam looked at her a long moment, before slowly laying Frodo onto the leaf covered ground and backing away. The girl took the light-filled ball and gripped it firmly in her hand. She tapped it on a nearby rock, just hard enough that cracks ran all through the glass.
Carefully, she held the ball over Frodo and pulled the glass apart. (This was much like cracking an egg, and then holding it over a bowel before opening it.) The light spilled out and surrounded Frodo. It melted into his skin. He burned so brightly that Sam had to cover his eyes.
Then, the glow slowly faded. Frodo was lying on the ground, the color returning to his skin. The cut was gone. Not even a scar remained of it. The only thing to suggest that he had ever been injured were the bloodstains on his shirt.
"He'll be alright now." she said, "Let him rest for awhile. He should awaken soon. He's had a nasty shock."
Sam ventured a few steps toward her. "What was that?"
"It was a Glacious Ball." she replied, "It has the power of pure life inside of it. Once it is opened above a wounded or sick person, it enters their body and heals them immediately, even if they are seconds away from death. It was made by the unicorn king years ago, because, as you know, unicorns are the most pure and possibly the most magical creatures in existence. I saved the king's life, and he gave me the ball.
"Now let's get this bloody thing off him. I have a clean shirt in my saddle bags that I think will fit him."
Sam knelt beside the girl and helped her remove Frodo's shirt, moving him as little as possible. "He's lucky he had this to protect him." She said, pulling out a handkerchief and wiping the blood off his armor. She spotted the ring hanging on a chain around Frodo's neck. "So, this is indeed Master Frodo Baggins."
"Yes," said Sam, who had decided to trust her, "it is."
Frodo moaned and began to stir. "He's waking up." she said, "Go and get the shirt and a flask of water from my horse. They should be in the left saddlebag. I'll prop him up against one of these logs." She lifted him with amazing strength and carried him over to where Frodo and Sam had been sitting earlier, propping him up against one of the logs. Sam gaped at her for a moment, awed by her strength, before rushing to do as she asked.
Frodo moaned again and opened his eyes. His vision was still very blurry, but he could make out a beautiful girl kneeling next to him. She had long blond hair and a soft white glow emitted from her body. "Are you an angel?" he asked softly.
"Of course not, silly." she answered in a sweet voice.
"Here." Sam came rushing over with the shirt and water. She took the flask from him.
"Drink this." she ordered, lifting the flask to his mouth. Frodo did as he was told, and soon he was able to hold the flask by himself. He blinked a few times and his vision cleared. He was sitting on the forest floor, leaning against a log. Sam was next to him on his left side, and on his other sat a girl he had never seen before in his life, though her eyes looked slightly familiar. She wore a white baggy man's shirt with reddish brown pants. She had a belt, to which a sword was attached.
"Who are you?" Frodo asked at last.
"My name is Lorenthia, and I am here to serve you."
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A/N: Well, I'll have to leave ya'll with a cliffie.....that will last a total of about 5 minutes, considering I'm gonna upload the next chapter as soon as I put the finishing touches on it. (That is unless my computer locks up on me again. It's been doing that here lately. Grrrrr....) r/r!
by: Serena-chan
A/N: Hey peeps! I just saw the movie "Lord of the Rings" (about an hour ago, just goes to show how long it takes an idea to develop in my brain), and I LOVE IT!!!! If you have not seen the movie yet GO SEE IT! IT IS SOOOOO GOOD!!!!
Disclaimer: I don't own Lord of the Rings. Blah, blah, blah..you know the drill.
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"Frodo! Can't we stop a minute? I dunno if I can keep up this pace."
Frodo Baggins turned toward his friend, "Right, Sam. We can rest on those logs over there."
Sam nodded thankfully and plopped down on one of the logs, massaging his aching feet. Frodo sat on a log opposite him. They had been walking nearly all day through a dense forest that showed no signs of ending anytime soon.
All of a sudden, Frodo had the strange feeling that he was being watched. All the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. His muscles went tense. His hand flew worriedly to his throat, feeling the ring through his clothing. He sat there, not breathing, just listening, his hand closed protectively around the ring.
Then, just as suddenly as the feeling came upon him, it left. He relaxed, though was still worried and sat there, wondering about the cause of the feeling that had come over him.
He didn't have long to ponder though, for out of nowhere, an orc flew through the trees, sword drawn. Many more followed it, all attacking at once.
"On your feet, Sam!" Frodo yelled, pulling his sword, which was glowing blue, from his belt.
"Why didn't that sword of yours warn you?" Sam yelled, hefting his own sword against an orc.
"I was...distracted." He called out through the battle. There were far too many orcs for them to handle on their own. He was surrounded on all sides. He hacked at as many as he could, but he always had to turn his back to others, who where hitting him hard with theirs swords. The impact of theirs weapons hurt even though they could not cut him through the armor that Bilbo had given him.
One of the orcs swords hit him hard at the base of his throat. It cut deep where the armor could not protect him. He gasped at the pain that seared through him like a knife. He still continued to fight, but a red haze was beginning to come over him.
"Sam!" he yelled as his knees buckled under him. He was soaked in his own blood and more was still gushing from his wound. An orc stepped above his and raised his sword. Frodo tried to reach up and grasp the ring but he was too weak. This is it, he thought.
Suddenly, a dagger went flying through the air and hit the orc in the chest. He fell, his sword clattering on the ground just inches away from Frodo. A figure came after the dagger, wielding a sword. Frodo looked up at the figure in a daze as the orcs fell dead beneath the newcomer's sword. The mystery person wore a heavy dark brown cloak, which made it impossible to see the person's face.
Frodo blacked out at this point. The orcs began retreating, and Sam turned to the cloaked figure, who had pushed back the hood slightly, revealing a proud face.
"Thank you, sir, for your help!" Sam said, running up "but who are you, and where did you learn to fight like that?"
"Actually," the newcomer replied in a soft, melodic voice, "I prefer to be called 'miss,' if you don't mind." The person withdrew her cloak and hood. Waves of blond hair cascaded down her back. Though she wore a man's trousers and shirt, the figure was definitely a woman's. She was the same size as a he and Frodo, but from the soft white glow that emitted from her very skin, she was no hobbit.
Sam's jaw dropped, "Sorry!" he exclaimed, "but the way you fought, I thought-"
"There's no time!" she replied, "You're friend's hurt badly."
Sam looked past her to where Frodo lay in a pool of blood. "Frodo!" Sam shouted, rushing past the girl to where he lay. He lifted Frodo's head and Frodo moaned slightly. "We've got to help him! He's dying!" Sam looked up at the girl.
She had gone over to where a silvery white mare stood waiting. She reached into the saddlebags and produced a red velvet pouch. Walking over, she pulled a round object, wrapped in leather from it. She dropped to her knees beside Frodo and unwrapped the object. It was a glass ball about the size of her palm. Inside the ball was a shimmering white light that was so bright it lit up the entire woods surrounding them.
"I can help your friend," the girl said slowly, "but you must lay him flat, and then stand a good distance away."
"How do I know I can trust you?" Sam eyed her suspiciously.
"You'll just have to." she replied, "You have no other option at this point. He will be dead before you can get help."
Sam looked at her a long moment, before slowly laying Frodo onto the leaf covered ground and backing away. The girl took the light-filled ball and gripped it firmly in her hand. She tapped it on a nearby rock, just hard enough that cracks ran all through the glass.
Carefully, she held the ball over Frodo and pulled the glass apart. (This was much like cracking an egg, and then holding it over a bowel before opening it.) The light spilled out and surrounded Frodo. It melted into his skin. He burned so brightly that Sam had to cover his eyes.
Then, the glow slowly faded. Frodo was lying on the ground, the color returning to his skin. The cut was gone. Not even a scar remained of it. The only thing to suggest that he had ever been injured were the bloodstains on his shirt.
"He'll be alright now." she said, "Let him rest for awhile. He should awaken soon. He's had a nasty shock."
Sam ventured a few steps toward her. "What was that?"
"It was a Glacious Ball." she replied, "It has the power of pure life inside of it. Once it is opened above a wounded or sick person, it enters their body and heals them immediately, even if they are seconds away from death. It was made by the unicorn king years ago, because, as you know, unicorns are the most pure and possibly the most magical creatures in existence. I saved the king's life, and he gave me the ball.
"Now let's get this bloody thing off him. I have a clean shirt in my saddle bags that I think will fit him."
Sam knelt beside the girl and helped her remove Frodo's shirt, moving him as little as possible. "He's lucky he had this to protect him." She said, pulling out a handkerchief and wiping the blood off his armor. She spotted the ring hanging on a chain around Frodo's neck. "So, this is indeed Master Frodo Baggins."
"Yes," said Sam, who had decided to trust her, "it is."
Frodo moaned and began to stir. "He's waking up." she said, "Go and get the shirt and a flask of water from my horse. They should be in the left saddlebag. I'll prop him up against one of these logs." She lifted him with amazing strength and carried him over to where Frodo and Sam had been sitting earlier, propping him up against one of the logs. Sam gaped at her for a moment, awed by her strength, before rushing to do as she asked.
Frodo moaned again and opened his eyes. His vision was still very blurry, but he could make out a beautiful girl kneeling next to him. She had long blond hair and a soft white glow emitted from her body. "Are you an angel?" he asked softly.
"Of course not, silly." she answered in a sweet voice.
"Here." Sam came rushing over with the shirt and water. She took the flask from him.
"Drink this." she ordered, lifting the flask to his mouth. Frodo did as he was told, and soon he was able to hold the flask by himself. He blinked a few times and his vision cleared. He was sitting on the forest floor, leaning against a log. Sam was next to him on his left side, and on his other sat a girl he had never seen before in his life, though her eyes looked slightly familiar. She wore a white baggy man's shirt with reddish brown pants. She had a belt, to which a sword was attached.
"Who are you?" Frodo asked at last.
"My name is Lorenthia, and I am here to serve you."
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A/N: Well, I'll have to leave ya'll with a cliffie.....that will last a total of about 5 minutes, considering I'm gonna upload the next chapter as soon as I put the finishing touches on it. (That is unless my computer locks up on me again. It's been doing that here lately. Grrrrr....) r/r!