Chapter 12
Aragorn impatiently tried to start a fire. He had taken shelter deep in a cave, behind the waterfall. The ground was too wet for even a smolder. He tossed aside the sticks and rubbed his forehead. He rubbed the water and sweat from in and let his hand dry over his knee.
Aragorn was deeply devastated from the death of Legolas. Seeing his friend sacrifice himself for a little extra time to get away was horrible. He wondered if the beast had survived. Aragorn began crying again.
Light entered the cave. Aragorn looked at the fire. It was blazing on the small pile of sticks that he had made. Aragorn remembered when Joanila and Legolas had made fire. He stared in wonder at it. Aragorn felt the cave fill with warmth. He smiled for the first time in a week.
***
Legolas was introduced to several hobbits in the market and was quite tired. His wound had only just begun to heal and he was having these dizzy spells every now and again. It was only when he returned to Griffin's house that he asked to rest.
Griffin, which was the name of the hobbit that had saved him, had left him alone in his bed. Legolas began to think of Aragorn, wondering if he was going to the Vist. He hoped that he was. They could meet again after being away from each other. Legolas's heart filled with hope.
When Legolas awoke, Frodo was in his mind. And it's no wonder, when he entered the hobbit's little kitchen, Frodo was sitting at the table.
"Frodo?" asked Legolas. Frodo looked at him and smiled.
"If I want to come, then I will come." he said sternly, and then he laughed. Legolas smiled at the little hobbit. "Feeling well?" asked Frodo.
"Better." said Legolas, sitting on his knees at the table. "How did you get across the river?" Frodo smiled.
"The hobbits here have made a little ferry, maybe four miles from where you were crossing." Legolas didn't find the fact funny. "But your move was very smart. The Beasts had been following you for days, and if you brought them to the ferry, they would've crossed and attacked the Vistan lands of Borg." Legolas looked at Frodo.
"They were following us?" he asked.
"Yes, they are able to block elf sensing." explained Griffin. "They followed you and only showed themselves at the ford." Legolas was stunned. This had never happened to him before. "I ought to redress your wound said the little Hobbit." he headed over to the cupboard, taking out the same leaves that had already dressed his cut and several little beakers. Each of them filled with a little liquid.
Legolas didn't dare look at the wound as the hobbit poured the little juiced inside it. At first it felt better, but when he added a yellow substance, it burned. Legolas gasped.
"It'll kill any little pests in there." explained Griffin. He began to paste the leaves on his wound. Legolas listened intently to Frodo, trying hard not to look at his cut.
Frodo told the tale of this town, several hobbit families came here during the war of the ring so long ago. They seeked refuge and discovered these lands. They were plentiful of food and water, and animals such as horses could assist them in daily chores.
Legolas enjoyed the tale, for it distracted him of the painful cleansing of the wound. Frodo finished the tale maybe an hour after the wound was cleaned and redressed. Legolas discovered that it hurt quite a bit after Griffin was finished.
"No," said Frodo. "I suppose that you want to see the Temple?" Legolas looked at him.
"Yes, please." Frodo and Legolas left the little home and headed towards the Temple of King Oral Hishinb.
***
Aragorn felt their presence, their hot breath and large feet. He didn't turn, or pause. From his steady pace towards the Vistan lands of Borg, he just ran. Rapid footsteps followed him, hot on his trail.
The forest was very thick, hanging vines tripped him up several times. He was forced to twist and turn around large trees. There was a shriek behind him.
Aragorn took a chance, and turned. There was nothing. He quickly turned ahead, face-to-face with a Beast.
It swiped at him, he ducked. Aragorn dodged around, taking a slightly thicker path. He leapt over drooping vines, hearing their advancing.
The light nearly blinded him, he felt warmth overcome him. He slowed, allowing one to grab him. It wrapped an arm around his neck. Aragorn immediately began to struggle, the Beast smiled.
"I have him!" it hissed. Aragorn tried to pull himself away from the grasp, but the grip was too tight. The Beast turned him away from the light, facing the army of creatures.
"Thank you, very much Aragorn." said the lead Beast. It smiled down at him. "You have lead me, and my army to the Vistan lands of Borg." it motioned with his hand behind him. Aragorn kicked, struggling. But the beast had turned him around again. Aragorn stopped, seeing a little village of small houses. In the center, was the temple of Oral Hishinb.
Aragorn impatiently tried to start a fire. He had taken shelter deep in a cave, behind the waterfall. The ground was too wet for even a smolder. He tossed aside the sticks and rubbed his forehead. He rubbed the water and sweat from in and let his hand dry over his knee.
Aragorn was deeply devastated from the death of Legolas. Seeing his friend sacrifice himself for a little extra time to get away was horrible. He wondered if the beast had survived. Aragorn began crying again.
Light entered the cave. Aragorn looked at the fire. It was blazing on the small pile of sticks that he had made. Aragorn remembered when Joanila and Legolas had made fire. He stared in wonder at it. Aragorn felt the cave fill with warmth. He smiled for the first time in a week.
***
Legolas was introduced to several hobbits in the market and was quite tired. His wound had only just begun to heal and he was having these dizzy spells every now and again. It was only when he returned to Griffin's house that he asked to rest.
Griffin, which was the name of the hobbit that had saved him, had left him alone in his bed. Legolas began to think of Aragorn, wondering if he was going to the Vist. He hoped that he was. They could meet again after being away from each other. Legolas's heart filled with hope.
When Legolas awoke, Frodo was in his mind. And it's no wonder, when he entered the hobbit's little kitchen, Frodo was sitting at the table.
"Frodo?" asked Legolas. Frodo looked at him and smiled.
"If I want to come, then I will come." he said sternly, and then he laughed. Legolas smiled at the little hobbit. "Feeling well?" asked Frodo.
"Better." said Legolas, sitting on his knees at the table. "How did you get across the river?" Frodo smiled.
"The hobbits here have made a little ferry, maybe four miles from where you were crossing." Legolas didn't find the fact funny. "But your move was very smart. The Beasts had been following you for days, and if you brought them to the ferry, they would've crossed and attacked the Vistan lands of Borg." Legolas looked at Frodo.
"They were following us?" he asked.
"Yes, they are able to block elf sensing." explained Griffin. "They followed you and only showed themselves at the ford." Legolas was stunned. This had never happened to him before. "I ought to redress your wound said the little Hobbit." he headed over to the cupboard, taking out the same leaves that had already dressed his cut and several little beakers. Each of them filled with a little liquid.
Legolas didn't dare look at the wound as the hobbit poured the little juiced inside it. At first it felt better, but when he added a yellow substance, it burned. Legolas gasped.
"It'll kill any little pests in there." explained Griffin. He began to paste the leaves on his wound. Legolas listened intently to Frodo, trying hard not to look at his cut.
Frodo told the tale of this town, several hobbit families came here during the war of the ring so long ago. They seeked refuge and discovered these lands. They were plentiful of food and water, and animals such as horses could assist them in daily chores.
Legolas enjoyed the tale, for it distracted him of the painful cleansing of the wound. Frodo finished the tale maybe an hour after the wound was cleaned and redressed. Legolas discovered that it hurt quite a bit after Griffin was finished.
"No," said Frodo. "I suppose that you want to see the Temple?" Legolas looked at him.
"Yes, please." Frodo and Legolas left the little home and headed towards the Temple of King Oral Hishinb.
***
Aragorn felt their presence, their hot breath and large feet. He didn't turn, or pause. From his steady pace towards the Vistan lands of Borg, he just ran. Rapid footsteps followed him, hot on his trail.
The forest was very thick, hanging vines tripped him up several times. He was forced to twist and turn around large trees. There was a shriek behind him.
Aragorn took a chance, and turned. There was nothing. He quickly turned ahead, face-to-face with a Beast.
It swiped at him, he ducked. Aragorn dodged around, taking a slightly thicker path. He leapt over drooping vines, hearing their advancing.
The light nearly blinded him, he felt warmth overcome him. He slowed, allowing one to grab him. It wrapped an arm around his neck. Aragorn immediately began to struggle, the Beast smiled.
"I have him!" it hissed. Aragorn tried to pull himself away from the grasp, but the grip was too tight. The Beast turned him away from the light, facing the army of creatures.
"Thank you, very much Aragorn." said the lead Beast. It smiled down at him. "You have lead me, and my army to the Vistan lands of Borg." it motioned with his hand behind him. Aragorn kicked, struggling. But the beast had turned him around again. Aragorn stopped, seeing a little village of small houses. In the center, was the temple of Oral Hishinb.