Disclaimer: I own Gemma...not lady Gemma mind you just plain Gemma. And...looks around room...I own a copy of Anne Rice's Memnoch the Devil. Weird wild stuff give it a read some time eh? I do not however own any tolkeinish thing in this story.
A/N: Good LORD has it been awhile...as if anyone noticed. lol
"Where are you taking us?" Frodo asked with a shaking confidence.
"Into the wild" The ranger answered him as he trudged through the rough underbrush of the forrest.
"How do we know these two are friends of Gandalf?" Merry asked Frodo. Meriadoc had had his fill of new and strange companions in the past day.
"We have no choice but to trust him and the girl is no threat in her confused state." Frodo quieted his friends worries.
"But where is he leading us?" Sam asked in a louder voice.
"To Rivendell Master Gamgee. The House of Elrond." Strider called back from even further ahead.
"Did you hear that? Rivendell! We're going to see the elves! You were right Gemma." He turned back to the girl who was bringing up the tail of the group with Pippin.
"Aye I think he's dumping me off there." she tried to chuckle.
"No Gemma I don't think he would just leave you somewhere but we will stop there. All of us together." Pippin told her and he gave her hand a little squeeze of reassurence.
As the group traveled on Pippin and Gemma talked much. She told him of the odder parts of "memory" she had seen the night before when Strider had grabed her and he told her of life in the Shire and the choice party favors at Bilbos last birthday.
"You really stole fireworks from a wizard? Maybe you should avoid touching things that aren't yours. That could have been much worse you know?"
"Well..." He started to concede, "Hey I'm hungry."
"Me too." Merry agreed and the hobbits began to unload food and cookware while Gemma looked on.
"Gentlmen we do not stop until nightfall." Stider stopped their work.
"What about breakfast?" Pip asked.
"We already had it" Strider said as he turned to move onward.
"We've had one yes. How about second breakfast?" Pippin called after him in vain.
"Don't think he knows about second breakfast pip." Merry came up to crush the remainder of his dreams. (A/N: I don't hate Merry I sware.)
"What about eleventies? Luncheon? Afternoon tea? Dinner? Supper? He knows about them doesn't he?"
"I wouldn't count on it."
"Don't worry Pip. Look at it this way. If we don't stop every hour for food there may very well be enough to make it all the way to Rivendell without running out." Gemma explained.
"Run out of food!" The hobbits all said with shock.
"Yes so let's conserve the rations." Gemma suggested.
"YES!" Sam said for the group.
They caught up to their leader as quickly as hobbits could an dfell back in line.
"So you're saying in most visions of yourself they were though Striders eyes and you could see yourself."
"Yes."
"But in some all you could see were elves and one looked as if she were your sister or some such relation?"
"Yes."
"You're right that doesn't make sense."
"What insight young Took." Gemma said and promptly stuck out her tounge and pulled down one eyelid (ala chibi-moon).
~*~
That night they had reached weathertop and Aragorn gave the hobbits swords and took Gemma aside to explain thier situation.
"Lady..." Strider sighed. "Gemma, please try to understand what I'm telling you. I can not tell you of your past and Elrond is better prepared to tell you of it anyway. Please trust that."
"If he choses to tell me anything."
"Now A..."
"I know Aragorn. You have to admit though, that my situation is frustrating. And thats a phenomanal understatment."
"Then let me tell you this bit that I can." He said in a hushed voice and he gently took her tiny hand in his. "You are like a sister to me. All your life you have lived with the elves and have only left the havens with myself or another ranger or elven guide. Until you ran off all you knew of were elves and men and the only men were rangers."
"Why was I so sheltered? If I'm so small why don't I know of other little people? Why did I leave?" Her questions flooded his mind and he heard them in his mind through their connection although she did not say a word.
His best reply came to her in visions with the words: "Now there is something I do not know." She saw starlit roads, dark forrests with a pang of fear, golden woods of haunting beauty and the waters on the borders or Rivendell as if she stood within them. Then the lights of towns of men and the torch light and fire works of a grand party all from afar. Then it ended.
"Fireworks?" she mumbled.
"Back you devils!!" They heard Sam cry.
They ran full speed back to Amon Sul to aid the hobbits with weapons drawn. Gemma felt as if she grew taller and more fearless as reached the top and her sword left to flame. She charged the riders closest to her new friends and slashed at their cloaks blind with fury. "You won't have them!"
They fought off the wraiths and as Gemmas eyes fell on Frodo the fire of her blade were snuffed. "The poor dear thing." she whispered as she dropped to his side and placed the blade beside her.
Strider had asked Sam of the healing plant altheas.
"Ami stay with them. Sam come with me." Strider barked instructions.
"Aye." was all Gemma could say As she found her water and a cloth to place on Frodos already fevery face. Her blade glowed blue and with sudden understanding she summoned water out of the air to condense on the sword and she then thought of winters ice ane the blade began to glow a soft white in responce. She placed the icecicle blade on frodos face to cool him as Merry and Pippin stood back from them with a degree of fear but mostly shock.
"Elf magic." Sam said as he came up behind his friends.
"More elf magic!" Sam exclaimed as Arwen and Strider returned to aid the fallen hobbit. The two shared a look before Arwen began her spell to heal Frodo. Gemma jumped back from Frodo as her eyes fell upon the ring for the first time. It filled her with a deep disgust. She sat back form the group and curled up into a ball. She felt as though she was shrinking.
A/N: Good LORD has it been awhile...as if anyone noticed. lol
"Where are you taking us?" Frodo asked with a shaking confidence.
"Into the wild" The ranger answered him as he trudged through the rough underbrush of the forrest.
"How do we know these two are friends of Gandalf?" Merry asked Frodo. Meriadoc had had his fill of new and strange companions in the past day.
"We have no choice but to trust him and the girl is no threat in her confused state." Frodo quieted his friends worries.
"But where is he leading us?" Sam asked in a louder voice.
"To Rivendell Master Gamgee. The House of Elrond." Strider called back from even further ahead.
"Did you hear that? Rivendell! We're going to see the elves! You were right Gemma." He turned back to the girl who was bringing up the tail of the group with Pippin.
"Aye I think he's dumping me off there." she tried to chuckle.
"No Gemma I don't think he would just leave you somewhere but we will stop there. All of us together." Pippin told her and he gave her hand a little squeeze of reassurence.
As the group traveled on Pippin and Gemma talked much. She told him of the odder parts of "memory" she had seen the night before when Strider had grabed her and he told her of life in the Shire and the choice party favors at Bilbos last birthday.
"You really stole fireworks from a wizard? Maybe you should avoid touching things that aren't yours. That could have been much worse you know?"
"Well..." He started to concede, "Hey I'm hungry."
"Me too." Merry agreed and the hobbits began to unload food and cookware while Gemma looked on.
"Gentlmen we do not stop until nightfall." Stider stopped their work.
"What about breakfast?" Pip asked.
"We already had it" Strider said as he turned to move onward.
"We've had one yes. How about second breakfast?" Pippin called after him in vain.
"Don't think he knows about second breakfast pip." Merry came up to crush the remainder of his dreams. (A/N: I don't hate Merry I sware.)
"What about eleventies? Luncheon? Afternoon tea? Dinner? Supper? He knows about them doesn't he?"
"I wouldn't count on it."
"Don't worry Pip. Look at it this way. If we don't stop every hour for food there may very well be enough to make it all the way to Rivendell without running out." Gemma explained.
"Run out of food!" The hobbits all said with shock.
"Yes so let's conserve the rations." Gemma suggested.
"YES!" Sam said for the group.
They caught up to their leader as quickly as hobbits could an dfell back in line.
"So you're saying in most visions of yourself they were though Striders eyes and you could see yourself."
"Yes."
"But in some all you could see were elves and one looked as if she were your sister or some such relation?"
"Yes."
"You're right that doesn't make sense."
"What insight young Took." Gemma said and promptly stuck out her tounge and pulled down one eyelid (ala chibi-moon).
~*~
That night they had reached weathertop and Aragorn gave the hobbits swords and took Gemma aside to explain thier situation.
"Lady..." Strider sighed. "Gemma, please try to understand what I'm telling you. I can not tell you of your past and Elrond is better prepared to tell you of it anyway. Please trust that."
"If he choses to tell me anything."
"Now A..."
"I know Aragorn. You have to admit though, that my situation is frustrating. And thats a phenomanal understatment."
"Then let me tell you this bit that I can." He said in a hushed voice and he gently took her tiny hand in his. "You are like a sister to me. All your life you have lived with the elves and have only left the havens with myself or another ranger or elven guide. Until you ran off all you knew of were elves and men and the only men were rangers."
"Why was I so sheltered? If I'm so small why don't I know of other little people? Why did I leave?" Her questions flooded his mind and he heard them in his mind through their connection although she did not say a word.
His best reply came to her in visions with the words: "Now there is something I do not know." She saw starlit roads, dark forrests with a pang of fear, golden woods of haunting beauty and the waters on the borders or Rivendell as if she stood within them. Then the lights of towns of men and the torch light and fire works of a grand party all from afar. Then it ended.
"Fireworks?" she mumbled.
"Back you devils!!" They heard Sam cry.
They ran full speed back to Amon Sul to aid the hobbits with weapons drawn. Gemma felt as if she grew taller and more fearless as reached the top and her sword left to flame. She charged the riders closest to her new friends and slashed at their cloaks blind with fury. "You won't have them!"
They fought off the wraiths and as Gemmas eyes fell on Frodo the fire of her blade were snuffed. "The poor dear thing." she whispered as she dropped to his side and placed the blade beside her.
Strider had asked Sam of the healing plant altheas.
"Ami stay with them. Sam come with me." Strider barked instructions.
"Aye." was all Gemma could say As she found her water and a cloth to place on Frodos already fevery face. Her blade glowed blue and with sudden understanding she summoned water out of the air to condense on the sword and she then thought of winters ice ane the blade began to glow a soft white in responce. She placed the icecicle blade on frodos face to cool him as Merry and Pippin stood back from them with a degree of fear but mostly shock.
"Elf magic." Sam said as he came up behind his friends.
"More elf magic!" Sam exclaimed as Arwen and Strider returned to aid the fallen hobbit. The two shared a look before Arwen began her spell to heal Frodo. Gemma jumped back from Frodo as her eyes fell upon the ring for the first time. It filled her with a deep disgust. She sat back form the group and curled up into a ball. She felt as though she was shrinking.