I Will Protect You
by: Serena-chan
A/N: Here's part four! Sorry it took longer than expected but I was really stuck with where this story should go.
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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.
At the last second, Lorenthia flung her arms around Frodo and turned so that she would be the one to hit the ground.
Wham! The pain of the impact seared through her. Her lungs could no longer draw in breath, her bones were all broken. Through the haze that surrounded her, she realized that Frodo, who was lying unconscious on top of her, was alright.
He's safe, she thought as blackness surrounded her. That's all that matters.
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When consciousness first seeped into Frodo's brain, he felt very confused and wondered where he was. He was aware that he was laying on something very soft and silky. He tried to move, and pain shot through him like a knife.
What had happened? He tried to remember. He and Sam had been walking in the woods with Lorenthia when. . .
His eyes snapped open and he sat up, gasping at the pain that it caused him.
"Lay down! You'll only make it worse!"
Frodo lay back and looked around him, startled. He was in a beautiful, airy room with huge windows that sunlight streamed through. He lay in a soft bed that felt as though it had been stuffed with feathers. The sheets around him were a soft red and had an odd texture, almost like a rose petal.
A girl was peering at him from a wooden chair beside his bed. She had soft brown hair that fell in springy curls to her shoulders. Her eyes were a startling forest green.
"Where am I?" Frodo asked.
"You are in the kingdom of the fairies," she responded in a sweet voice. "Do not worry. You are quite safe here."
"What?!" Said Frodo, looking at the girl more closely. She was wearing a dress made out of deep purple flower petals with green ferns tying them in place. Around her head was wrapped a green fern, and from her back, glistening wings grew. A faint green glow surrounded her.
Frodo gasped, "Then, you a-a fairy?!"
"Of course I am," she said laughing, a sound that was remarkably like a bell, "Just like your friend, Lorenthia."
"Where is she?" asked Frodo, "What happened? How did we get here? What-"
"Calm down," she interrupted, "Some of our people found you lying injured at the base of a cliff. They recognized Lorenthia and brought you here. We used our magic to make you and your friend smaller so that it would be easier for us to heal you."
"What about Sam and Lorenthia?" Frodo asked impatiently, "What happened to them?"
"Lorenthia was hurt very badly. She took the fall for you."
Frodo was silent a moment. "She did that for me? But, why?"
"You'll have to ask her that yourself. Don't worry, though. She is a fairy, and with her magic and a little help from the healers, she will be better in no time. As for the other boy that was with you. . .I'm not sure how he is doing at the moment. From what I hear, his condition was quite critical when they found him, but I really don't have any information on him."
"Is he going to die?" asked Frodo, nearly sick with worry.
"Die?" The girl asked, as though the possibility had never even entered her mind. "He is being looked after by the lead healer of our kingdom. Our healer here is the best in the world. He has even brought people back from death! So, don't worry. I'm sure your friend will be better very soon."
"Thank goodness." Frodo sighed in relief, "By the way, who are you?"
"You would not be able to understand it if I did say it for you. Our language is too complex to be heard with by the ears of hobbits. Just call me Fern. That is what my name means in the language we speak here."
"What language do you speak?" asked Frodo, curious.
Fern smiled, "It does not have a name. It is the language of the tree spirits. It has existed ever since the beginning of time."
"Is Lorenthia well enough that I might go and see her?" he asked tentatively.
Fern tucked the petals in more firmly around him, "She is well enough for visitors, but you, however, are not well enough to go anywhere, at the moment."
"But I need to talk to her!"
"What you need," said Fern sternly, "is more rest."
Frodo sighed, "I don't think I could sleep even if I tried."
"Here," Fern rose to her feet, "I'll help." The air tingled with glistening green colored magic, and Frodo felt himself fall into a deep slumber.
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When Frodo woke next, a comfortable darkness cloaked the air around him. Through his window, he could see a bright moon and twinkling stars. He lay there a moment, thinking. His first thoughts were of Sam. He was still a bit concerned for his friend, even after Fern's reassurances.
Fern was no where in site. Must be in her own room, sleeping. Frodo thought. His next thoughts were of Lorenthia. She had saved him. Why? Why had she done that? They'd only known each other for a few days. She could have been killed.
Suddenly, Frodo felt very awake. He wanted to go talk to her. He sat up and the pain crept through him once more, though it wasn't nearly as bad as the first time. Standing up and actually walking, however, was an entirely different matter. Frodo had to bite his lip hard to keep from crying out in pain.
Frodo stepped quietly out of his room and into a moonlit hall that was lined with marble. Fern had said that Lorenthia was in the room next to him, but which one? There was a door both sides of his. He examined the door to his left. It had something written on it in a language that he couldn't read. Underneath the engravings there was carved a picture of a Fern.
This must be Fern's room, he thought, So, then the other door must be Lorenthia's.
He knocked softly on the other door which also had the odd engravings and a carving of a lily. There was no answer. So, after debating for a few moments, he decided to take a chance. He opened the door, and peered inside.
Lorenthia lay on pale white lily petals, her long golden hair spread on the pillow. She looked so lovely, laying there in the moonlight. Frodo felt his heart thump in his chest. Shutting the door behind him, he walked quietly toward her.
"Lorenthia," he whispered.
Her eyes fluttered open, and she looked over at him. She smiled when she saw who it was.
"Frodo," she said happily, "how are you? I wanted to come see you, but they wouldn't let me."
"I know, they told me not to come see you either, but I had to talk to you."
"Here," she said, sitting up and scooting over, "sit down."
He sat down next to her on the bed. He noticed when she had sat up, that she too had wings. They weren't green like Fern's, though. Lorenthia's glistened a pale silvery pink in the moonlight.
"I didn't know you had wings." he said, staring at them.
"Yes, but only when I'm my regular size." Lorenthia explained.
"They're beautiful," whispered Frodo in an awed voice. He reached out a hand, but stopped.
"Go ahead," she said in amusement, "I don't mind."
Frodo reached out a trembling hand and softly caressed one of her wings with his fingertips. It was like nothing Frodo had ever felt before. It was like touching mist, only it was solid and sent little tingles of magic up through his fingers.
"Wow," he murmured, withdrawing his hand.
Lorenthia laughed softly and pulled her knees up to her chest. "What did you want to talk to me about, Frodo?"
"Well," Frodo wasn't quite sure how to say what he wanted to say, "why did you do that? Why did you save me? You could have been killed! I mean, we barely know each other, and you-"
"Frodo," she whispered, taking one of his hands gently in hers, "you're forgetting. I've know you my entire life." Frodo stared into her eyes for a long while. There was something there in them. Something that he couldn't quite place. It made him want to tremble and scream for joy all at the same time. He sighed, breaking the gaze, suddenly very tired.
Lorenthia seemed to notice this for she said, "Let's get some sleep. We'll need to get up early to check on Sam."
Frodo nodded and stood quickly, forgetting about his injured muscles. He gave a small cry of pain and sat back down again.
"Why don't you just sleep here for tonight," said Lorenthia, making room, "The bed's big enough, and you're too weak to make it back to your room."
Frodo blushed a deep red, but knew she was right. His tired, aching muscles would never make it. Trembling, he slid under the lily petal blankets next to her.
Lorenthia reached out and brushed a curl out of his eyes, letting her fingertips stay on his face a little longer than necessary. "Now, get some sleep," she murmured.
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A/N: I hate to stop it there, but I don't really have an option at this point. I have to go baby-sit my new cousin, (who is absolutely adorable!) and I want to post this before I go. Thanks for reading! r/r! ~Serena- chan~
by: Serena-chan
A/N: Here's part four! Sorry it took longer than expected but I was really stuck with where this story should go.
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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.
At the last second, Lorenthia flung her arms around Frodo and turned so that she would be the one to hit the ground.
Wham! The pain of the impact seared through her. Her lungs could no longer draw in breath, her bones were all broken. Through the haze that surrounded her, she realized that Frodo, who was lying unconscious on top of her, was alright.
He's safe, she thought as blackness surrounded her. That's all that matters.
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When consciousness first seeped into Frodo's brain, he felt very confused and wondered where he was. He was aware that he was laying on something very soft and silky. He tried to move, and pain shot through him like a knife.
What had happened? He tried to remember. He and Sam had been walking in the woods with Lorenthia when. . .
His eyes snapped open and he sat up, gasping at the pain that it caused him.
"Lay down! You'll only make it worse!"
Frodo lay back and looked around him, startled. He was in a beautiful, airy room with huge windows that sunlight streamed through. He lay in a soft bed that felt as though it had been stuffed with feathers. The sheets around him were a soft red and had an odd texture, almost like a rose petal.
A girl was peering at him from a wooden chair beside his bed. She had soft brown hair that fell in springy curls to her shoulders. Her eyes were a startling forest green.
"Where am I?" Frodo asked.
"You are in the kingdom of the fairies," she responded in a sweet voice. "Do not worry. You are quite safe here."
"What?!" Said Frodo, looking at the girl more closely. She was wearing a dress made out of deep purple flower petals with green ferns tying them in place. Around her head was wrapped a green fern, and from her back, glistening wings grew. A faint green glow surrounded her.
Frodo gasped, "Then, you a-a fairy?!"
"Of course I am," she said laughing, a sound that was remarkably like a bell, "Just like your friend, Lorenthia."
"Where is she?" asked Frodo, "What happened? How did we get here? What-"
"Calm down," she interrupted, "Some of our people found you lying injured at the base of a cliff. They recognized Lorenthia and brought you here. We used our magic to make you and your friend smaller so that it would be easier for us to heal you."
"What about Sam and Lorenthia?" Frodo asked impatiently, "What happened to them?"
"Lorenthia was hurt very badly. She took the fall for you."
Frodo was silent a moment. "She did that for me? But, why?"
"You'll have to ask her that yourself. Don't worry, though. She is a fairy, and with her magic and a little help from the healers, she will be better in no time. As for the other boy that was with you. . .I'm not sure how he is doing at the moment. From what I hear, his condition was quite critical when they found him, but I really don't have any information on him."
"Is he going to die?" asked Frodo, nearly sick with worry.
"Die?" The girl asked, as though the possibility had never even entered her mind. "He is being looked after by the lead healer of our kingdom. Our healer here is the best in the world. He has even brought people back from death! So, don't worry. I'm sure your friend will be better very soon."
"Thank goodness." Frodo sighed in relief, "By the way, who are you?"
"You would not be able to understand it if I did say it for you. Our language is too complex to be heard with by the ears of hobbits. Just call me Fern. That is what my name means in the language we speak here."
"What language do you speak?" asked Frodo, curious.
Fern smiled, "It does not have a name. It is the language of the tree spirits. It has existed ever since the beginning of time."
"Is Lorenthia well enough that I might go and see her?" he asked tentatively.
Fern tucked the petals in more firmly around him, "She is well enough for visitors, but you, however, are not well enough to go anywhere, at the moment."
"But I need to talk to her!"
"What you need," said Fern sternly, "is more rest."
Frodo sighed, "I don't think I could sleep even if I tried."
"Here," Fern rose to her feet, "I'll help." The air tingled with glistening green colored magic, and Frodo felt himself fall into a deep slumber.
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When Frodo woke next, a comfortable darkness cloaked the air around him. Through his window, he could see a bright moon and twinkling stars. He lay there a moment, thinking. His first thoughts were of Sam. He was still a bit concerned for his friend, even after Fern's reassurances.
Fern was no where in site. Must be in her own room, sleeping. Frodo thought. His next thoughts were of Lorenthia. She had saved him. Why? Why had she done that? They'd only known each other for a few days. She could have been killed.
Suddenly, Frodo felt very awake. He wanted to go talk to her. He sat up and the pain crept through him once more, though it wasn't nearly as bad as the first time. Standing up and actually walking, however, was an entirely different matter. Frodo had to bite his lip hard to keep from crying out in pain.
Frodo stepped quietly out of his room and into a moonlit hall that was lined with marble. Fern had said that Lorenthia was in the room next to him, but which one? There was a door both sides of his. He examined the door to his left. It had something written on it in a language that he couldn't read. Underneath the engravings there was carved a picture of a Fern.
This must be Fern's room, he thought, So, then the other door must be Lorenthia's.
He knocked softly on the other door which also had the odd engravings and a carving of a lily. There was no answer. So, after debating for a few moments, he decided to take a chance. He opened the door, and peered inside.
Lorenthia lay on pale white lily petals, her long golden hair spread on the pillow. She looked so lovely, laying there in the moonlight. Frodo felt his heart thump in his chest. Shutting the door behind him, he walked quietly toward her.
"Lorenthia," he whispered.
Her eyes fluttered open, and she looked over at him. She smiled when she saw who it was.
"Frodo," she said happily, "how are you? I wanted to come see you, but they wouldn't let me."
"I know, they told me not to come see you either, but I had to talk to you."
"Here," she said, sitting up and scooting over, "sit down."
He sat down next to her on the bed. He noticed when she had sat up, that she too had wings. They weren't green like Fern's, though. Lorenthia's glistened a pale silvery pink in the moonlight.
"I didn't know you had wings." he said, staring at them.
"Yes, but only when I'm my regular size." Lorenthia explained.
"They're beautiful," whispered Frodo in an awed voice. He reached out a hand, but stopped.
"Go ahead," she said in amusement, "I don't mind."
Frodo reached out a trembling hand and softly caressed one of her wings with his fingertips. It was like nothing Frodo had ever felt before. It was like touching mist, only it was solid and sent little tingles of magic up through his fingers.
"Wow," he murmured, withdrawing his hand.
Lorenthia laughed softly and pulled her knees up to her chest. "What did you want to talk to me about, Frodo?"
"Well," Frodo wasn't quite sure how to say what he wanted to say, "why did you do that? Why did you save me? You could have been killed! I mean, we barely know each other, and you-"
"Frodo," she whispered, taking one of his hands gently in hers, "you're forgetting. I've know you my entire life." Frodo stared into her eyes for a long while. There was something there in them. Something that he couldn't quite place. It made him want to tremble and scream for joy all at the same time. He sighed, breaking the gaze, suddenly very tired.
Lorenthia seemed to notice this for she said, "Let's get some sleep. We'll need to get up early to check on Sam."
Frodo nodded and stood quickly, forgetting about his injured muscles. He gave a small cry of pain and sat back down again.
"Why don't you just sleep here for tonight," said Lorenthia, making room, "The bed's big enough, and you're too weak to make it back to your room."
Frodo blushed a deep red, but knew she was right. His tired, aching muscles would never make it. Trembling, he slid under the lily petal blankets next to her.
Lorenthia reached out and brushed a curl out of his eyes, letting her fingertips stay on his face a little longer than necessary. "Now, get some sleep," she murmured.
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A/N: I hate to stop it there, but I don't really have an option at this point. I have to go baby-sit my new cousin, (who is absolutely adorable!) and I want to post this before I go. Thanks for reading! r/r! ~Serena- chan~