Legolas and I sat and talked after Boromir left. The hobbits ate, except Frodo; and Gimli sat muttering to himself. Aragorn paced worriedly along the bank, puffing his pipe and occasionally looking up at the sky. Frodo left into the woods a short while later. Everyone stopped what they were doing and watched him walk away.
"Mr. Frodo!" Sam called, "where are you going?"
"I have to think of things Sam. I'll be back," he answered. Sam turned back to Merry and Pippin, and they shrugged. Then we all went back to what we were doing.
"Aragorn's bothering me," I whispered to Legolas.
"Yes, I know, but some matters weigh heavily on his mind," Legolas answered. We continued on with our conversation of, what else, trees, Legolas's favorite subject. A half an hour later, Aragorn left on the same path that Frodo had taken earlier. We all stopped again, looked, but nobody said anything this time.
"Legolas, Erin, Gimli; are any of you hungry?" Sam asked, breaking the silence left by Aragorn's departure. He held up a sausage with his fork. Gimli and I went over and got one; Legolas passed. It was spicy, but good since I hadn't eaten anything all day.
All of a suddenly, catching me in mid-bite, the sound of a horn resounded through the trees. The horn was that of the horn of Gondor, and I knew my brother needed me. I dropped everything and yelled, "Boromir!" I leaped to my feet, and not even thinking, grabbed my sword from a rock nearby. I sprinted into the woods as fast as my legs could carry me. I got lost half way through, and forgot which way it was coming from. My head was spinning, and I was worried. "BOROMIR!!! WHERE ARE YOU?!?" I called again. The horn sounded and I took off in it's direction. Legolas and Gimli were behind me, following me up the hill. I stopped in the middle of the path. "Go find Aragorn and Frodo. You'll be able to see them on Amon Hen. You surely can find that, right?" They nodded and ran off in the direction of the watchtower of old. I continued running, jumping over obstructions in the path. Suddenly, there were orcs all around. They weren't regular orcs, but huge, menacing figures covered in crude armor. I dodged their weapons as I ran past, occasionally cutting some with my blade. That's when I found Boromir.
He was on his knees, surrounded by a circle of orcs. He was fighting them off, but he looked weak. And then I saw why. He had an arrow in his chest, and blood was beginning to stain his shirt all round the wound. "Boromir!" I yelled, and the orcs turned, except one. He was closer to me, and looked like maybe he was a leader. He had his bow drawn, and was aiming at Boromir. I charged at him, attempting to stop him, but a couple of the other orcs charged at me. I fought them off, but it was too late. The leader had already let the arrow go. It hit Boromir in the stomach and he grimaced in pain. "NO!" I tried to charge the leader again, but the orcs just kept coming and coming. My brother on fighting, and then I heard the voices of others. Merry and Pippin were standing behind a tree to the rear of Boromir. They had expressions of shock and dismay on their faces. The leader then shot Boromir a third time. I fought more orcs, and tried my best to get to him. I took up my horn with one hand as I fought with the other. I blew it, then called "ARAGORN! LEGOLAS!" and continued to fight the unrelenting enemies.
The leader was about to shoot Boromir again, when I finally broke through and tackled him. He and I scrambled to our feet and he grabbed a sword from nearby. We fought for a while, and I still called for Legolas or Aragorn. Then, the leader hit me upside the head and I fell to the ground. He began speaking in his tongue, most likely the tongue of Mordor, and called some of his men over. They grabbed my feet and hands. I squirmed and writhed, trying to break their grasp. I screamed at the top of my lungs and followed with "LEGOLAS! HELP ME!" I saw the orcs had gotten Merry and Pippin also. The orcs began to carry me away, when they stopped. They conversed a bit, and then one of them dropped my feet. I scrambled to get up, when the other orc that had my hands grabbed my waist and slung me over his shoulder. I looked up and could see the carnage that I had left behind. The leader was still standing there, laughing back. Then , from behind him, a figure came running up. It was Aragorn. "ARAGORN! HELP ME!" He started to run past the leader to get to me, when the leader stopped him. Aragorn gave me a look of despair and subsequently turned to fight the leader. My last little glimmer of a hope of rescue faded right then. The orc carrying me began to run. I bounced around, and decided to keep screaming, thinking it would help. I looked back at Aragorn and the leader fighting, and I saw Legolas run up and join the battle. More orcs came down from the hills and stopped Legolas from coming to get me. I called his name, and he looked in my direction. He tried to break through the wall of warriors in front of him, but he couldn't. I put my head down and began to tear. My brother was dead, I was a prisoner an I would probably never see my homeland or my family again. The thoughts began running through my mind. My voice hurt from yelling, my legs hurt from running and my arms hurt from fighting. Then, my captor hit a bump in the road and my head bounced up and hit hard against his helm. After that, I passed out.
"Mr. Frodo!" Sam called, "where are you going?"
"I have to think of things Sam. I'll be back," he answered. Sam turned back to Merry and Pippin, and they shrugged. Then we all went back to what we were doing.
"Aragorn's bothering me," I whispered to Legolas.
"Yes, I know, but some matters weigh heavily on his mind," Legolas answered. We continued on with our conversation of, what else, trees, Legolas's favorite subject. A half an hour later, Aragorn left on the same path that Frodo had taken earlier. We all stopped again, looked, but nobody said anything this time.
"Legolas, Erin, Gimli; are any of you hungry?" Sam asked, breaking the silence left by Aragorn's departure. He held up a sausage with his fork. Gimli and I went over and got one; Legolas passed. It was spicy, but good since I hadn't eaten anything all day.
All of a suddenly, catching me in mid-bite, the sound of a horn resounded through the trees. The horn was that of the horn of Gondor, and I knew my brother needed me. I dropped everything and yelled, "Boromir!" I leaped to my feet, and not even thinking, grabbed my sword from a rock nearby. I sprinted into the woods as fast as my legs could carry me. I got lost half way through, and forgot which way it was coming from. My head was spinning, and I was worried. "BOROMIR!!! WHERE ARE YOU?!?" I called again. The horn sounded and I took off in it's direction. Legolas and Gimli were behind me, following me up the hill. I stopped in the middle of the path. "Go find Aragorn and Frodo. You'll be able to see them on Amon Hen. You surely can find that, right?" They nodded and ran off in the direction of the watchtower of old. I continued running, jumping over obstructions in the path. Suddenly, there were orcs all around. They weren't regular orcs, but huge, menacing figures covered in crude armor. I dodged their weapons as I ran past, occasionally cutting some with my blade. That's when I found Boromir.
He was on his knees, surrounded by a circle of orcs. He was fighting them off, but he looked weak. And then I saw why. He had an arrow in his chest, and blood was beginning to stain his shirt all round the wound. "Boromir!" I yelled, and the orcs turned, except one. He was closer to me, and looked like maybe he was a leader. He had his bow drawn, and was aiming at Boromir. I charged at him, attempting to stop him, but a couple of the other orcs charged at me. I fought them off, but it was too late. The leader had already let the arrow go. It hit Boromir in the stomach and he grimaced in pain. "NO!" I tried to charge the leader again, but the orcs just kept coming and coming. My brother on fighting, and then I heard the voices of others. Merry and Pippin were standing behind a tree to the rear of Boromir. They had expressions of shock and dismay on their faces. The leader then shot Boromir a third time. I fought more orcs, and tried my best to get to him. I took up my horn with one hand as I fought with the other. I blew it, then called "ARAGORN! LEGOLAS!" and continued to fight the unrelenting enemies.
The leader was about to shoot Boromir again, when I finally broke through and tackled him. He and I scrambled to our feet and he grabbed a sword from nearby. We fought for a while, and I still called for Legolas or Aragorn. Then, the leader hit me upside the head and I fell to the ground. He began speaking in his tongue, most likely the tongue of Mordor, and called some of his men over. They grabbed my feet and hands. I squirmed and writhed, trying to break their grasp. I screamed at the top of my lungs and followed with "LEGOLAS! HELP ME!" I saw the orcs had gotten Merry and Pippin also. The orcs began to carry me away, when they stopped. They conversed a bit, and then one of them dropped my feet. I scrambled to get up, when the other orc that had my hands grabbed my waist and slung me over his shoulder. I looked up and could see the carnage that I had left behind. The leader was still standing there, laughing back. Then , from behind him, a figure came running up. It was Aragorn. "ARAGORN! HELP ME!" He started to run past the leader to get to me, when the leader stopped him. Aragorn gave me a look of despair and subsequently turned to fight the leader. My last little glimmer of a hope of rescue faded right then. The orc carrying me began to run. I bounced around, and decided to keep screaming, thinking it would help. I looked back at Aragorn and the leader fighting, and I saw Legolas run up and join the battle. More orcs came down from the hills and stopped Legolas from coming to get me. I called his name, and he looked in my direction. He tried to break through the wall of warriors in front of him, but he couldn't. I put my head down and began to tear. My brother was dead, I was a prisoner an I would probably never see my homeland or my family again. The thoughts began running through my mind. My voice hurt from yelling, my legs hurt from running and my arms hurt from fighting. Then, my captor hit a bump in the road and my head bounced up and hit hard against his helm. After that, I passed out.