Chapter Twenty Five- Trapdoor
Author's notes- sorry I'm skimping on details in the exciting parts, but…. I wanna write fast!!! Woohoo!
He put an arm around my shoulder and pulled me to him.
"We'll be all right," He said. "I know it." I nodded mutely. He smiled. "We've gotten out of worse fixes before. I have faith." He looked at the far wall for a second and bit his lip. There was a door there. Of course, he'd already tried it, but it seemed familiar for some reason. I looked at him, frowning. His mouth opened a bit and his eyes went wide.
"What is it?" I asked. He did not reply but instead jumped to his feet and began looking at the ceiling. I was confused for a split second more before realizing what he was looking for. He stopped, looking straight up, and I realized we had found it. I smiled.
He frowned, jumping up in an attempt to open the trapdoor. It was to no avail. I tried too, but I was also too short.
"Damn this hobbit shortness!" I exclaimed. "If I was still a human, I'd be able to reach this!"
Frodo chuckled. I walked over to Legolas.
"Wake up." I said. He moaned.
"Wake up!" He rolled over.
"Wakey Wakey, Elf dude!" I yelled in his ear as loudly as I dared.
"Holy God! Do you always have to do that!?" He asked, waking up. I shook my head.
"Come help us open the door."
"The door?"
I pointed the two and a half foot wide trapdoor in the ceiling at the far side of the room.
"Oh," He said, and got up.
The trapdoor proved easy to each for him but we decided that we would wake Nikki up first as a precaution. When all four of us were standing by the door, Legolas reached up to open it. We could not see anything, but there did not seem to be any immediate danger.
"Nikki, You stay here," I said, as Legolas helped Frodo and I into the room. There was a figure, clothed in rags, lying against the far wall. Legolas helped Nikki into the room too, oblivious of my warning, and I shook my head. He climbed up himself and, seeing the rags, he nodded to us and all four of us began to walk slowly towards the figure. The person stiffened, hearing our approach. They sat up, a dirty gray cloak hiding their face. They looked up at us, or so I guessed, as I couldn't see their eyes. The person spoke in a very crackly voice, as if they hadn't spoken in a very long time and were unsure if they still could.
"Frodo?"
Author's notes- sorry I'm skimping on details in the exciting parts, but…. I wanna write fast!!! Woohoo!
He put an arm around my shoulder and pulled me to him.
"We'll be all right," He said. "I know it." I nodded mutely. He smiled. "We've gotten out of worse fixes before. I have faith." He looked at the far wall for a second and bit his lip. There was a door there. Of course, he'd already tried it, but it seemed familiar for some reason. I looked at him, frowning. His mouth opened a bit and his eyes went wide.
"What is it?" I asked. He did not reply but instead jumped to his feet and began looking at the ceiling. I was confused for a split second more before realizing what he was looking for. He stopped, looking straight up, and I realized we had found it. I smiled.
He frowned, jumping up in an attempt to open the trapdoor. It was to no avail. I tried too, but I was also too short.
"Damn this hobbit shortness!" I exclaimed. "If I was still a human, I'd be able to reach this!"
Frodo chuckled. I walked over to Legolas.
"Wake up." I said. He moaned.
"Wake up!" He rolled over.
"Wakey Wakey, Elf dude!" I yelled in his ear as loudly as I dared.
"Holy God! Do you always have to do that!?" He asked, waking up. I shook my head.
"Come help us open the door."
"The door?"
I pointed the two and a half foot wide trapdoor in the ceiling at the far side of the room.
"Oh," He said, and got up.
The trapdoor proved easy to each for him but we decided that we would wake Nikki up first as a precaution. When all four of us were standing by the door, Legolas reached up to open it. We could not see anything, but there did not seem to be any immediate danger.
"Nikki, You stay here," I said, as Legolas helped Frodo and I into the room. There was a figure, clothed in rags, lying against the far wall. Legolas helped Nikki into the room too, oblivious of my warning, and I shook my head. He climbed up himself and, seeing the rags, he nodded to us and all four of us began to walk slowly towards the figure. The person stiffened, hearing our approach. They sat up, a dirty gray cloak hiding their face. They looked up at us, or so I guessed, as I couldn't see their eyes. The person spoke in a very crackly voice, as if they hadn't spoken in a very long time and were unsure if they still could.
"Frodo?"