Chapter 3
Review of events
Arenrahellei went to give Frodo his antidote. Forgot to give it to him. Met up somewhere with Gandalf. Told him that she wanted to go. Had a bad dream. Went to give Frodo his antidote in the middle of the night. Brought him to her house. Gave him stuff. He left. That brings you here.
Arenrahellei, after about 5 minutes of sleep, once again woke up. She knew Frodo and Sam and the rest of them had left for their journey already. She wished they would come back soon. She laid back down and then shot up again. "Oh my goodness!" she cried. "Can this be?" She rushed over to the area where she had gotten the antidote for Frodo and searched through the piles of things. She then pulled out a bottle and lit a candle. "Oh NO! I gave him my mushroom elixir…" She knew she was in for a long journey.
Meanwhile, on the road to Rivendell.. At Weathertop
"'Ey Frodo, will you pass me a piece o' that cake?" asked the hungry Peregrin (Pippin) Took.
"Shut up, Pip! Can't ya see he's hurt?" said his best friend, Meriadoc (Merry) Brandybuck, as he punched him friendly-ly on the arm.
"Well Strider made us skip second breakfast AND elevensies…so I'm a tad hungry!" shouted Pippin.
"Will you two SHUT UP?" growled Sam. "Master Frodo's hurt and if he can't go on then we might as well leave right now and turn back."
They all stopped chatting and stared at Sam. He turned around to face the path of where they had just re-come. Then it happened. They heard a faint galloping in the distance.
"We must leave." Aragorn, also known as Strider, said. Everyone had forgotten he was there.
"Strider…in my pack…bottle…green… Bring here," said Frodo weakly. "Antidote…friend made…" he added, looking at Sam as if to say 'Yes, her.'
Aragorn got it and said, "Is this it?"
Frodo, with little strength left, nodded. Aragorn brought the bottle to Frodo's lips and lifted up his head. "Drink, my soldier."
And so he did. Pippin belched, after devouring half the brownies, and laughed…and toppled down the hill of Weathertop.. coming to a halt at the hooves of a black horse, only to be presumed one of the Wringraith's, but actually one of none other than Arenrahellei.
And there ends Chapter 3.
Review of events
Arenrahellei went to give Frodo his antidote. Forgot to give it to him. Met up somewhere with Gandalf. Told him that she wanted to go. Had a bad dream. Went to give Frodo his antidote in the middle of the night. Brought him to her house. Gave him stuff. He left. That brings you here.
Arenrahellei, after about 5 minutes of sleep, once again woke up. She knew Frodo and Sam and the rest of them had left for their journey already. She wished they would come back soon. She laid back down and then shot up again. "Oh my goodness!" she cried. "Can this be?" She rushed over to the area where she had gotten the antidote for Frodo and searched through the piles of things. She then pulled out a bottle and lit a candle. "Oh NO! I gave him my mushroom elixir…" She knew she was in for a long journey.
Meanwhile, on the road to Rivendell.. At Weathertop
"'Ey Frodo, will you pass me a piece o' that cake?" asked the hungry Peregrin (Pippin) Took.
"Shut up, Pip! Can't ya see he's hurt?" said his best friend, Meriadoc (Merry) Brandybuck, as he punched him friendly-ly on the arm.
"Well Strider made us skip second breakfast AND elevensies…so I'm a tad hungry!" shouted Pippin.
"Will you two SHUT UP?" growled Sam. "Master Frodo's hurt and if he can't go on then we might as well leave right now and turn back."
They all stopped chatting and stared at Sam. He turned around to face the path of where they had just re-come. Then it happened. They heard a faint galloping in the distance.
"We must leave." Aragorn, also known as Strider, said. Everyone had forgotten he was there.
"Strider…in my pack…bottle…green… Bring here," said Frodo weakly. "Antidote…friend made…" he added, looking at Sam as if to say 'Yes, her.'
Aragorn got it and said, "Is this it?"
Frodo, with little strength left, nodded. Aragorn brought the bottle to Frodo's lips and lifted up his head. "Drink, my soldier."
And so he did. Pippin belched, after devouring half the brownies, and laughed…and toppled down the hill of Weathertop.. coming to a halt at the hooves of a black horse, only to be presumed one of the Wringraith's, but actually one of none other than Arenrahellei.
And there ends Chapter 3.