Disclaimer: None of the characters are mine otherwise they'd be at their
homes and I would be with them, chatting and getting into trouble with the
best of them.
A/N: I have now read the books and am re-posting this with new knowledge, not just copying it.. I'm still not going to do it exactly like the book, but I can now, hopefully, keep the characters in character better.
Author note: Anything in ~* *~'s is the character thinking
1 After The First Death
Before Pippin could think he was hiding with Merry in a crevasse created by a fallen tree. ~* We always hide when a battle is going on. Well normally. *~ He thought as his mind wandered back to the mines of Moria. Pippin looked at his best friend next to him. They sat in their hiding spot together. Their breath was ragged. They didn't want to breath. Hoping the Orcs wouldn't find them. Hoping the Orcs couldn't hear what breaths they were taking.
Merry saw the scardedness in his friends eyes. He grabbed Pippins hand to make sure Pippin knew he wouldn't leave him. The next thing they knew they heard someone skid to a stop. Followed by several Orcs footsteps right outside their hiding place. Pippin was the first to look out. He saw Frodo and exclaimed quietly to himself. Merry saw too and leaned out over Pippin. They called desperately for Frodo to come.
~* I can't guys. I'd tell you but they'd find me. It's not safe for you to be with me. I have to leave, NOW. I can't tell you why. *~ Frodos mind raced He thought about this, how to get away, what would become of his friends if he got away or stayed and weighed the consequences. He decided that he really could not stay no matter what. All he could do was shake his head no.
~* No? No what? *~ Pippin wasn't the smartest of the fellowship nor the quickest. When he finally got it he shot a look of surprise at Merry.
Merry caught the look for he was giving it to Pippin. "He's not coming," he whispered under his breath.
Pippin looked out at the Orcs and saw how close they were and saw that they might get Frodo. Without thinking he jumped out into the open. Merry followed, but to pull him back in. Pippin looked at Merry briefly. The two of them were so close that Merry knew Pippins thoughts. Together they started yelling at the orcs to come and get them. ~* Oh cram. What did I get myself into? *~ Pippin thought. The orcs started to run toward them. Both Pippin and Merry ran away as fast as possible. Their start wasn't the best. Pippin tripped over his own feet. ~* Now I know why they call me a fool of a Took. *~ Pippin thought as he regained his balance and ran off after Merry. Merry slowed down a bit and waited for Pippin to catch up. Once they were together they ran side by side. Well, for the most part. ~* Their gaining on us. Our legs are too short, we'll never make it. I hope you do Frodo. *~ Pippin thought as he ran. ~* I hope I don't fall *~ he stumbled ~* I think I jinxed myself. * ~
Merry ran along glancing sporadically at Pippin making sure he didn't lose him some where. ~* What is going through that boys head? Is he thinking about food again? About drink? Oh no! I'm turning into a Took. *~ He laughed to himself. A much needed and welcomed laugh even though it was short and he was faced with his task at hand again.
Boromir was looking for his little ones. He saw them run by followed by more orcs. ~* No. My little ones. You should have never seen any of this. I promised you, whether you heard it or not that I would protect you two with my life. Now I must follow through. I am a man of my words. *~ With this last thought Boromir jumped out of the forest, right after Merry and Pippin and fought the Orcs with everything in him. Everything. He had to save his precious little ones.
Out of the corners of their eyes both boys saw Boromir jump out and fight the orcs. Both stopped and turned toward Boromir who was infront of them now. Pippin stood infront and to the right of Merry. Boromir fought as hard as he could. Pippin was frozen at first. Everything that happened infront of him was in slow motion, in his eyes. Merry couldn't leave Pippins side. He watched too. They watched as the first arrow struck Boromir. Pippin felt as if the arrow had hit him. Torn his flesh instead of Boromirs. Boromir went down and Pippin wanted to scream "NO, NO, BOROMIR!" But the words wouldn't come out of his mouth. He wanted to wake up from this horrible dream. He felt as if he would wake up from this hellish nightmare in his own bed, back at the shire. Oh the shire, how he longed to be there. Or anywhere else other then here. He pulled out his 'sword' which was not more then a dagger but to a small hobbit like him it was a sword. He ran up to defend his hurt comrade. Merry followed in the same way. Both yelled like mad banshees. Boromir seemed to feed off of their will and newfound courage and got back to his feet and fought even more. Pippin and Merry were useless. Neither had enough time to be taught how to sword fight enough. The second arrow tore through Boromirs flesh. Again Pippin felt as if it went through his own flesh. His mind wavered from the task of fighting for Boromir and he and Merry were grabbed by a few Orcs. He screamed for Boromir but it was useless. ~* Why? Why? Why does everything go wrong when I'm involved? *~ Pippin was now crying. It was the only thing he could do. He struggled in the grasp of the orcs. He could only free his arms. There was nothing he could do with them.. He had lost his sword and he couldn't reach far. All his arms were good for was a nuisance on the orcs armored shoulder. He reached for Boromir with the dream that Boromir would get up, unhurt, without a blemish on his skin that would show signs of arrows, and come and get him. He wanted to fall asleep on Boromirs shoulder again. He was one of Boromirs little ones. Boromir really liked them and they really liked Boromir. He didn't want to see Boromir die. Not this way at least. He would rather Boromir die at home, with loved ones and good friends. To die from old age not battle wounds. Not this young in his life. Boromir should never had died. Never.
Boromir fell to his knees after the second arrow. He looked back toward the way the orcs were taking his beloved little ones. He would lay down his life for them. He was laying his life down for them. But it backfired. He would surly die at the hands of these monsters. He knew what would happen to them but he didn't want to face it. Even after they took them away he tried vainly to fight. If he could kill their leader he might be able to make his way to his little ones. That, of course, would be unreasonable given the fact that he was shot twice and it was hard to stand let alone move.
(then the encounter with Aragorn happens. And goes as it was originally written, well untill I mess with it next chapter)
Authors note: more soon to come. This will turn into a happy story so bear with me. Tankies.
A/N: I have now read the books and am re-posting this with new knowledge, not just copying it.. I'm still not going to do it exactly like the book, but I can now, hopefully, keep the characters in character better.
Author note: Anything in ~* *~'s is the character thinking
1 After The First Death
Before Pippin could think he was hiding with Merry in a crevasse created by a fallen tree. ~* We always hide when a battle is going on. Well normally. *~ He thought as his mind wandered back to the mines of Moria. Pippin looked at his best friend next to him. They sat in their hiding spot together. Their breath was ragged. They didn't want to breath. Hoping the Orcs wouldn't find them. Hoping the Orcs couldn't hear what breaths they were taking.
Merry saw the scardedness in his friends eyes. He grabbed Pippins hand to make sure Pippin knew he wouldn't leave him. The next thing they knew they heard someone skid to a stop. Followed by several Orcs footsteps right outside their hiding place. Pippin was the first to look out. He saw Frodo and exclaimed quietly to himself. Merry saw too and leaned out over Pippin. They called desperately for Frodo to come.
~* I can't guys. I'd tell you but they'd find me. It's not safe for you to be with me. I have to leave, NOW. I can't tell you why. *~ Frodos mind raced He thought about this, how to get away, what would become of his friends if he got away or stayed and weighed the consequences. He decided that he really could not stay no matter what. All he could do was shake his head no.
~* No? No what? *~ Pippin wasn't the smartest of the fellowship nor the quickest. When he finally got it he shot a look of surprise at Merry.
Merry caught the look for he was giving it to Pippin. "He's not coming," he whispered under his breath.
Pippin looked out at the Orcs and saw how close they were and saw that they might get Frodo. Without thinking he jumped out into the open. Merry followed, but to pull him back in. Pippin looked at Merry briefly. The two of them were so close that Merry knew Pippins thoughts. Together they started yelling at the orcs to come and get them. ~* Oh cram. What did I get myself into? *~ Pippin thought. The orcs started to run toward them. Both Pippin and Merry ran away as fast as possible. Their start wasn't the best. Pippin tripped over his own feet. ~* Now I know why they call me a fool of a Took. *~ Pippin thought as he regained his balance and ran off after Merry. Merry slowed down a bit and waited for Pippin to catch up. Once they were together they ran side by side. Well, for the most part. ~* Their gaining on us. Our legs are too short, we'll never make it. I hope you do Frodo. *~ Pippin thought as he ran. ~* I hope I don't fall *~ he stumbled ~* I think I jinxed myself. * ~
Merry ran along glancing sporadically at Pippin making sure he didn't lose him some where. ~* What is going through that boys head? Is he thinking about food again? About drink? Oh no! I'm turning into a Took. *~ He laughed to himself. A much needed and welcomed laugh even though it was short and he was faced with his task at hand again.
Boromir was looking for his little ones. He saw them run by followed by more orcs. ~* No. My little ones. You should have never seen any of this. I promised you, whether you heard it or not that I would protect you two with my life. Now I must follow through. I am a man of my words. *~ With this last thought Boromir jumped out of the forest, right after Merry and Pippin and fought the Orcs with everything in him. Everything. He had to save his precious little ones.
Out of the corners of their eyes both boys saw Boromir jump out and fight the orcs. Both stopped and turned toward Boromir who was infront of them now. Pippin stood infront and to the right of Merry. Boromir fought as hard as he could. Pippin was frozen at first. Everything that happened infront of him was in slow motion, in his eyes. Merry couldn't leave Pippins side. He watched too. They watched as the first arrow struck Boromir. Pippin felt as if the arrow had hit him. Torn his flesh instead of Boromirs. Boromir went down and Pippin wanted to scream "NO, NO, BOROMIR!" But the words wouldn't come out of his mouth. He wanted to wake up from this horrible dream. He felt as if he would wake up from this hellish nightmare in his own bed, back at the shire. Oh the shire, how he longed to be there. Or anywhere else other then here. He pulled out his 'sword' which was not more then a dagger but to a small hobbit like him it was a sword. He ran up to defend his hurt comrade. Merry followed in the same way. Both yelled like mad banshees. Boromir seemed to feed off of their will and newfound courage and got back to his feet and fought even more. Pippin and Merry were useless. Neither had enough time to be taught how to sword fight enough. The second arrow tore through Boromirs flesh. Again Pippin felt as if it went through his own flesh. His mind wavered from the task of fighting for Boromir and he and Merry were grabbed by a few Orcs. He screamed for Boromir but it was useless. ~* Why? Why? Why does everything go wrong when I'm involved? *~ Pippin was now crying. It was the only thing he could do. He struggled in the grasp of the orcs. He could only free his arms. There was nothing he could do with them.. He had lost his sword and he couldn't reach far. All his arms were good for was a nuisance on the orcs armored shoulder. He reached for Boromir with the dream that Boromir would get up, unhurt, without a blemish on his skin that would show signs of arrows, and come and get him. He wanted to fall asleep on Boromirs shoulder again. He was one of Boromirs little ones. Boromir really liked them and they really liked Boromir. He didn't want to see Boromir die. Not this way at least. He would rather Boromir die at home, with loved ones and good friends. To die from old age not battle wounds. Not this young in his life. Boromir should never had died. Never.
Boromir fell to his knees after the second arrow. He looked back toward the way the orcs were taking his beloved little ones. He would lay down his life for them. He was laying his life down for them. But it backfired. He would surly die at the hands of these monsters. He knew what would happen to them but he didn't want to face it. Even after they took them away he tried vainly to fight. If he could kill their leader he might be able to make his way to his little ones. That, of course, would be unreasonable given the fact that he was shot twice and it was hard to stand let alone move.
(then the encounter with Aragorn happens. And goes as it was originally written, well untill I mess with it next chapter)
Authors note: more soon to come. This will turn into a happy story so bear with me. Tankies.