I Will Protect You
by: Serena-chan
A/N: I saw LotR for the second time yesterday!!! Whoohoo!!!!! Gotta luv that movie! Anyway, it gave me the idea for what should happen next in this story. Tell me if ya like it.
Also, same disclaimers apply and I have one new one to add. All the information about the uses of flowers in this chapter I got from the "Fairy Flora" section of "The Book of Fairies: Nature Spirits From Around the World" by Rose Williams. I don't own any part of this wonderful book.
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The next day was a beautiful one, bright skies, warm sunlight, cool breeze. The ideal weather for traveling. The group had gotten an early start and were now taking a well earned rest beside a newly found river that ran through the woods.
As they sat beside the river, Lorenthia happily pointed out the various wild flowers that surrounded them, telling them of what magical properties the flowers contained.
"I never knew flowers could be so useful." Said Sam, admiring a patch of Foreget-Me-Nots at his feet, which (according to Lorenthia) could brew a strong love potion and had the power to unlock hidden treasure. Sam had been a bit uneasy about Lorenthia that morning, but after he had found out that she had apple pie and sausages in her bags, he had been quite friendly with her.
"How did you learn all this?" asked Frodo.
"Well," she replied, "when you've lived with fairies for most of your life, you just pick these things up."
"What are these for?" Frodo pointed at a patch of white flowers.
"These are called Heather." She explained, "It is a strong symbol of solitude. People who enjoy living alone often eat its stalks. In this case, this is white heather, which is said to bring good luck."
"We could do with a bit of that." Laughed Sam, "We need all the luck we can get, and we don't want to be found."
A crunch in the leaves behind them told them that they were not alone. Frodo pulled his sword out of its sheath enough to see that the blade was glowing blue.
"Orcs!" He said in alarm.
"Hurry, this way!" Said Lorenthia, running along the bank of the river. "If we can loose them, we can avoid a battle with them."
They raced forward along the bank of the river. They didn't stop to look, but they could hear the orcs crashing through the leaves behind them. From the sound of it, they were closing in on they're other side, too. They didn't dare try to cross the river, for the current was far too strong that day.
Up ahead of them, they could see the end of the woods. Bursting out of the trees, they found to their dismay, that the land ended in a very sharp cliff, where the river tumbled downward in a waterfall. Turning, they found that all exits were barred by about a dozen orcs.
"Well, it looks like we fight." Said Lorenthia, drawing her sword. Frodo and Sam did the same, charging at the orcs.
The battle was on, and they seemed to be winning. Looking around, Lorenthia felt a bit uneasy. The remaining orcs were slowly pushing them toward the edge of the cliff. A few steps further and they'd all be flung down about a hundred feet.
Frodo didn't seem to realize this as he continued to fight. One orc swung a heavy piece of wood at him, and he jumped back, just inches from the edge.
"Frodo, look behind you!" She yelled. Her voice distracted Frodo, and he turned his attention to her. The orc swung the wood again and hit him on the chest knocking him backward.
"Frodo!" Lorenthia ran forward and jumped off the edge after him. Throwing her body downward, she grasped his hand. She reached up with her other hand as they continued to fall, and grabbed hold a branch sticking out from the side of the cliff.
"Hang on!" She yelled, trying to pull him up so that he could grasp the branch, too. They heard a yell and looked up. Sam had been outnumbered by orcs and was knocked off the cliff.
"Sam!" Frodo yelled.
"Quick," said Lorenthia, "Grab his hand."
As Sam fell, Frodo took his remaining hand and grabbed his friend, forming a human chain. Unfortunately, the weight of all three of them was too much for the branch. It broke, sending them all hurtling downwards. Frodo heard himself scream as he fell and blacked out.
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A/N: Well, hate to leave you guys with yet another cliffie, but duty calls. (a.k.a. homework) *shudders* r/r! Thanks! ~Serena-chan~
by: Serena-chan
A/N: I saw LotR for the second time yesterday!!! Whoohoo!!!!! Gotta luv that movie! Anyway, it gave me the idea for what should happen next in this story. Tell me if ya like it.
Also, same disclaimers apply and I have one new one to add. All the information about the uses of flowers in this chapter I got from the "Fairy Flora" section of "The Book of Fairies: Nature Spirits From Around the World" by Rose Williams. I don't own any part of this wonderful book.
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The next day was a beautiful one, bright skies, warm sunlight, cool breeze. The ideal weather for traveling. The group had gotten an early start and were now taking a well earned rest beside a newly found river that ran through the woods.
As they sat beside the river, Lorenthia happily pointed out the various wild flowers that surrounded them, telling them of what magical properties the flowers contained.
"I never knew flowers could be so useful." Said Sam, admiring a patch of Foreget-Me-Nots at his feet, which (according to Lorenthia) could brew a strong love potion and had the power to unlock hidden treasure. Sam had been a bit uneasy about Lorenthia that morning, but after he had found out that she had apple pie and sausages in her bags, he had been quite friendly with her.
"How did you learn all this?" asked Frodo.
"Well," she replied, "when you've lived with fairies for most of your life, you just pick these things up."
"What are these for?" Frodo pointed at a patch of white flowers.
"These are called Heather." She explained, "It is a strong symbol of solitude. People who enjoy living alone often eat its stalks. In this case, this is white heather, which is said to bring good luck."
"We could do with a bit of that." Laughed Sam, "We need all the luck we can get, and we don't want to be found."
A crunch in the leaves behind them told them that they were not alone. Frodo pulled his sword out of its sheath enough to see that the blade was glowing blue.
"Orcs!" He said in alarm.
"Hurry, this way!" Said Lorenthia, running along the bank of the river. "If we can loose them, we can avoid a battle with them."
They raced forward along the bank of the river. They didn't stop to look, but they could hear the orcs crashing through the leaves behind them. From the sound of it, they were closing in on they're other side, too. They didn't dare try to cross the river, for the current was far too strong that day.
Up ahead of them, they could see the end of the woods. Bursting out of the trees, they found to their dismay, that the land ended in a very sharp cliff, where the river tumbled downward in a waterfall. Turning, they found that all exits were barred by about a dozen orcs.
"Well, it looks like we fight." Said Lorenthia, drawing her sword. Frodo and Sam did the same, charging at the orcs.
The battle was on, and they seemed to be winning. Looking around, Lorenthia felt a bit uneasy. The remaining orcs were slowly pushing them toward the edge of the cliff. A few steps further and they'd all be flung down about a hundred feet.
Frodo didn't seem to realize this as he continued to fight. One orc swung a heavy piece of wood at him, and he jumped back, just inches from the edge.
"Frodo, look behind you!" She yelled. Her voice distracted Frodo, and he turned his attention to her. The orc swung the wood again and hit him on the chest knocking him backward.
"Frodo!" Lorenthia ran forward and jumped off the edge after him. Throwing her body downward, she grasped his hand. She reached up with her other hand as they continued to fall, and grabbed hold a branch sticking out from the side of the cliff.
"Hang on!" She yelled, trying to pull him up so that he could grasp the branch, too. They heard a yell and looked up. Sam had been outnumbered by orcs and was knocked off the cliff.
"Sam!" Frodo yelled.
"Quick," said Lorenthia, "Grab his hand."
As Sam fell, Frodo took his remaining hand and grabbed his friend, forming a human chain. Unfortunately, the weight of all three of them was too much for the branch. It broke, sending them all hurtling downwards. Frodo heard himself scream as he fell and blacked out.
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A/N: Well, hate to leave you guys with yet another cliffie, but duty calls. (a.k.a. homework) *shudders* r/r! Thanks! ~Serena-chan~