Chapter Thirteen- Awakening of the truth
A/N- If this is confusing at first, hang on. I'll explain everything.
I sighed loudly. Telling this tale was getting too harsh. Bringing back bad memories. Horrible. Of the journey, of how I thought everything would be the same as the first journey.
I was wrong.
I opened my mouth to continue, just as I heard the door open and Frodo walk in.
"I'm home!" he called.
Nikki and Sam ran to the door. Even though Sam was in his late tweens, and Nikki was fast approaching the age of Thirty-three, they still acted childish sometimes. Frodo walked into the kitchen, where I had been beginning to tell the tale of our journey to the children. He raised one eyebrow, a feat I had many times tried to master but never could. When I saw him do this, it strongly reminded me of one of my friends back home. I swallowed. I missed home. The woods, the fields.... Wait, that was here I was describing. I think I'd seen the Lord of the Rings movie too many times...
"How much did you tell them?" he asked in a whisper only I could hear.
"Not very far. Ron, Harry, and Hermione just left, and..." I trailed off.
"And you've just come back from leaving, or so I thought." I thought at him.
"Still haven't lost the talent, after all these long years," He thought back.
I smiled, but Nikki had just seen us and was gawking at us like we were crazy.
"Now, who does THAT remind me of?" I wondered out loud. Frodo laughed and, like last time, slapped the gawker's jaw back into place.
"We probably shouldn't tell them anymore for now." He said. I privately agreed, though did not say so.
*** Two hours later***
After all the chores were done, Frodo was still away. He and Merry and Pippin were visiting, for Merry and Pippin had just gotten back from a trip they took to Bree. This time, they really WERE writing a book (A/N: Ha, Ha.). Nikki walked in, and saw me. I had my chin in my hand, and was staring off into space. She frowned, and walked over to me.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"Nothing," I said, the tone I used reminding me of Gandalf in Rivendell.
***Flashback***
So, we were walking along, First Strider, then Frodo, then I, and Merry and Pippin in the back. I heard Frodo draw breath as the watchtower Amon Sul came into view. I rightly guessed that He was having very painful memories flood back. I placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Know what day it is?" he asked through partly clenched teeth.
"October Sixth," I replied glumly, knowing that he was not just having horrible memories, but also horrible pain, from that night nine years ago.
As soon as we had pitched camp, Aragorn pulled out a sheath and handed it to me.
"This sword is yours now. Keep it close."
I laughed inwardly. "Déjà vu," I said, quietly.
"Don't worry," merry began.
"We won't be stupid enough to light a fire this time." Pippin finished.
"You'd better not," Sam growled. (A/N: don't worry. Sam's not possessed...yet...)
Twenty minutes later found our camp quiet, dark, and guarded by Frodo. He had volunteered, for god knew why, to be first watch.
Later in the night, Aragorn was shaking me awake. "Wake up," he said frantically. "The nazgul are coming." (A/N: dun dun DUUUUUN!)
"Alright, who lit the fire?" I said groggily.
"No one." Someone said, but in the darkness I couldn't be sure of whom.
Frodo crouched down by me. "You alright? He asked.
"Yes," I answered, suddenly fully alert and fearful. He held out a hand to me, and I took it. I stood up, and we all watched, as if in slow motion, the eight ring wraiths coming towards us. My eyes widened. Next to me, I heard Sam draw breath sharply and Frodo cringe.
As soon as the camp was surrounded, and everyone was fighting a couple of ring wraiths at a time, with Aragorn taking on three, all of it became to much for me. I stumbled backward, falling down hard.
"NO!" Frodo shouted. He dodged through the fray and put himself between the ring wraith and me. He then proceeded to attempt to save himself also, and started to drive it away with his sword. I heard horrible shrieks as several of the wraiths fled, leaving three, and Merry and Pippin were chasing after one, while Aragorn, Sam, and Frodo worked at the other two. As soon as I regained my sense of balance and drew my sword from its sheath, one of the wraiths was already standing over Frodo, who had, in all the confusion, fallen and gone unnoticed. The wraith raised its sword, and I lost my senses as I ran over. I flung myself over Frodo, shielding him from the ring wraiths' blows, and screamed out as I felt the Morgul weapon of the horrible creature being driven through my back. It was then that everything went dark as I lost my memory.
*** End Flashback***
"You sure you're alright?" Nikki asked.
"Yeah, fine." I replied, getting up at the sound of an approaching horse cart. I heard Frodo talking, sounding very excited, but I couldn't quite make out the words. As soon as I walked outside to see who was here, my face broke into a huge smile. I hadn't seen him for at least thirty-five years.
A/N- If this is confusing at first, hang on. I'll explain everything.
I sighed loudly. Telling this tale was getting too harsh. Bringing back bad memories. Horrible. Of the journey, of how I thought everything would be the same as the first journey.
I was wrong.
I opened my mouth to continue, just as I heard the door open and Frodo walk in.
"I'm home!" he called.
Nikki and Sam ran to the door. Even though Sam was in his late tweens, and Nikki was fast approaching the age of Thirty-three, they still acted childish sometimes. Frodo walked into the kitchen, where I had been beginning to tell the tale of our journey to the children. He raised one eyebrow, a feat I had many times tried to master but never could. When I saw him do this, it strongly reminded me of one of my friends back home. I swallowed. I missed home. The woods, the fields.... Wait, that was here I was describing. I think I'd seen the Lord of the Rings movie too many times...
"How much did you tell them?" he asked in a whisper only I could hear.
"Not very far. Ron, Harry, and Hermione just left, and..." I trailed off.
"And you've just come back from leaving, or so I thought." I thought at him.
"Still haven't lost the talent, after all these long years," He thought back.
I smiled, but Nikki had just seen us and was gawking at us like we were crazy.
"Now, who does THAT remind me of?" I wondered out loud. Frodo laughed and, like last time, slapped the gawker's jaw back into place.
"We probably shouldn't tell them anymore for now." He said. I privately agreed, though did not say so.
*** Two hours later***
After all the chores were done, Frodo was still away. He and Merry and Pippin were visiting, for Merry and Pippin had just gotten back from a trip they took to Bree. This time, they really WERE writing a book (A/N: Ha, Ha.). Nikki walked in, and saw me. I had my chin in my hand, and was staring off into space. She frowned, and walked over to me.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"Nothing," I said, the tone I used reminding me of Gandalf in Rivendell.
***Flashback***
So, we were walking along, First Strider, then Frodo, then I, and Merry and Pippin in the back. I heard Frodo draw breath as the watchtower Amon Sul came into view. I rightly guessed that He was having very painful memories flood back. I placed a hand on his shoulder.
"Know what day it is?" he asked through partly clenched teeth.
"October Sixth," I replied glumly, knowing that he was not just having horrible memories, but also horrible pain, from that night nine years ago.
As soon as we had pitched camp, Aragorn pulled out a sheath and handed it to me.
"This sword is yours now. Keep it close."
I laughed inwardly. "Déjà vu," I said, quietly.
"Don't worry," merry began.
"We won't be stupid enough to light a fire this time." Pippin finished.
"You'd better not," Sam growled. (A/N: don't worry. Sam's not possessed...yet...)
Twenty minutes later found our camp quiet, dark, and guarded by Frodo. He had volunteered, for god knew why, to be first watch.
Later in the night, Aragorn was shaking me awake. "Wake up," he said frantically. "The nazgul are coming." (A/N: dun dun DUUUUUN!)
"Alright, who lit the fire?" I said groggily.
"No one." Someone said, but in the darkness I couldn't be sure of whom.
Frodo crouched down by me. "You alright? He asked.
"Yes," I answered, suddenly fully alert and fearful. He held out a hand to me, and I took it. I stood up, and we all watched, as if in slow motion, the eight ring wraiths coming towards us. My eyes widened. Next to me, I heard Sam draw breath sharply and Frodo cringe.
As soon as the camp was surrounded, and everyone was fighting a couple of ring wraiths at a time, with Aragorn taking on three, all of it became to much for me. I stumbled backward, falling down hard.
"NO!" Frodo shouted. He dodged through the fray and put himself between the ring wraith and me. He then proceeded to attempt to save himself also, and started to drive it away with his sword. I heard horrible shrieks as several of the wraiths fled, leaving three, and Merry and Pippin were chasing after one, while Aragorn, Sam, and Frodo worked at the other two. As soon as I regained my sense of balance and drew my sword from its sheath, one of the wraiths was already standing over Frodo, who had, in all the confusion, fallen and gone unnoticed. The wraith raised its sword, and I lost my senses as I ran over. I flung myself over Frodo, shielding him from the ring wraiths' blows, and screamed out as I felt the Morgul weapon of the horrible creature being driven through my back. It was then that everything went dark as I lost my memory.
*** End Flashback***
"You sure you're alright?" Nikki asked.
"Yeah, fine." I replied, getting up at the sound of an approaching horse cart. I heard Frodo talking, sounding very excited, but I couldn't quite make out the words. As soon as I walked outside to see who was here, my face broke into a huge smile. I hadn't seen him for at least thirty-five years.