Chapter 14
Frodo and Griffin had retreated to the falls. The wind had risen and clouds swept over the sky, bringing darkness early to the lands. Frodo and Griffin had stumbled close to the water when they arrived. Several other hobbits were there. All either weeping or injured with burns. Frodo sat near the water while Griffin tended to an old friend.
"Mr. Legolas will stop them." whispered Frodo, trying to reassure himself. "I know he will."
***
Legolas followed the faint light to a small room. He smelt the decaying skeletons all around him. He called out again.
"Aragorn!" he heard the crunching of rocks under feet.
"Legolas!" cried Aragorn, leaping into the room. "Where are you?" Legolas searched for him, and spotted his shadow.
"I'm here!" called Legolas. Aragorn reached out and touched him. Legolas took his hand. "What's wrong?"
"Hirmianal's in here!" cried Aragorn. He was panting. "He brought me inside, but I escaped. He's following me!" as if on cue, a rattle was heard somewhere far off, followed by a threatening growl.
Legolas spoke in a whisper, "We have to find the tomb before he does." Aragorn's eyes became visible in the darkness. "But we can only wander until I-" Legolas stopped. He looked beyond Aragorn, through the door which lead into a winding hallway where he had emerged. "Hirmianal's nearer to the tomb then we are." Aragorn turned to see darkness; he had not the sensory of an elf. Legolas pulled Aragorn towards which he came from.
"Wait here." ordered Legolas. Aragorn didn't have time to complain, for Legolas had rushed down a corridor that was on the other side of Hirmianal's hallway.
Five minutes passed before a foul screech was heard. There was a large thumping of footsteps, Legolas returned.
"Quick," he said. He grabbed Aragorn by the wrist and pulled him ahead, down the opposite corridor.
The light nearly blinded them both. Though faint, it was much more then they expected, or needed to see the tomb. Legolas stared in awe at the vial that sat on top of an engraving written in a language so ancient, it was forgotten over the many years.
No sooner had Legolas touched the vial, then a roar was heard at the door. Aragorn and Legolas turned to see a furious Beast with an arrow in it's back stand at the door, blocking all chances of escape.
"I told you that this wasn't over, Aragorn." snarled Hirmianal.
***
Joanila sat near the fire in silence. She could see everything. Legolas touched the vial, Aragorn stood, and Hirmianal appeared.
"Legolas!" she cried out suddenly. The vision evaporated from her mind. "No! Come back!" Sam gripped her shoulders.
"Calm down Mrs. Joanila!" he said in a whisper. "You'll wake young Andréa!" Joanila was sweating through her tunic, breathing rapidly. She looked at Sam in the eye.
"He's going to kill Legolas and Aragorn!" she sobbed.
***
Frodo drank the water greedily from the flask. He smiled a tank you to the friendly hobbit-girl.
"Your welcome, sir Frodo." she curtsied to the Hobbit and headed downriver, offering water to other Hobbits. Frodo was thankful for the water, for it was a long run from the village. The river was now thriving with Hobbits. Frodo licked his lips, the cold water's taste still remained on his dry tongue.
Griffin was sitting beside him, his dirty feet cleaning themselves in the river. He sighed with worry. Frodo threw a rock into the white water.
"Do you really think that they'll get this, 'Vist' power to destroy them?" he asked. Frodo had explained to him during their time at the river that there was hope. Frodo smiled at his new friend.
"I'm sure they will." he said, patting Griffin on the back. Frodo decided to wash his feet in the river as well. As soon as he put his feet in, a chill ran up and down his spine. The hair on the back of his neck stood on end. The water wasn't cold, but he felt chilled all over.
He wanted to take back what he had just said.
It began to rain, darkness had enveloped the land. Thunder rattled overhead the small village. Lightning ripped through the clouds like a knife. Later, hail began to fall; the storm intensified. All the hobbits cringed as rain pelted their backs.
Frodo and Griffin had retreated to the falls. The wind had risen and clouds swept over the sky, bringing darkness early to the lands. Frodo and Griffin had stumbled close to the water when they arrived. Several other hobbits were there. All either weeping or injured with burns. Frodo sat near the water while Griffin tended to an old friend.
"Mr. Legolas will stop them." whispered Frodo, trying to reassure himself. "I know he will."
***
Legolas followed the faint light to a small room. He smelt the decaying skeletons all around him. He called out again.
"Aragorn!" he heard the crunching of rocks under feet.
"Legolas!" cried Aragorn, leaping into the room. "Where are you?" Legolas searched for him, and spotted his shadow.
"I'm here!" called Legolas. Aragorn reached out and touched him. Legolas took his hand. "What's wrong?"
"Hirmianal's in here!" cried Aragorn. He was panting. "He brought me inside, but I escaped. He's following me!" as if on cue, a rattle was heard somewhere far off, followed by a threatening growl.
Legolas spoke in a whisper, "We have to find the tomb before he does." Aragorn's eyes became visible in the darkness. "But we can only wander until I-" Legolas stopped. He looked beyond Aragorn, through the door which lead into a winding hallway where he had emerged. "Hirmianal's nearer to the tomb then we are." Aragorn turned to see darkness; he had not the sensory of an elf. Legolas pulled Aragorn towards which he came from.
"Wait here." ordered Legolas. Aragorn didn't have time to complain, for Legolas had rushed down a corridor that was on the other side of Hirmianal's hallway.
Five minutes passed before a foul screech was heard. There was a large thumping of footsteps, Legolas returned.
"Quick," he said. He grabbed Aragorn by the wrist and pulled him ahead, down the opposite corridor.
The light nearly blinded them both. Though faint, it was much more then they expected, or needed to see the tomb. Legolas stared in awe at the vial that sat on top of an engraving written in a language so ancient, it was forgotten over the many years.
No sooner had Legolas touched the vial, then a roar was heard at the door. Aragorn and Legolas turned to see a furious Beast with an arrow in it's back stand at the door, blocking all chances of escape.
"I told you that this wasn't over, Aragorn." snarled Hirmianal.
***
Joanila sat near the fire in silence. She could see everything. Legolas touched the vial, Aragorn stood, and Hirmianal appeared.
"Legolas!" she cried out suddenly. The vision evaporated from her mind. "No! Come back!" Sam gripped her shoulders.
"Calm down Mrs. Joanila!" he said in a whisper. "You'll wake young Andréa!" Joanila was sweating through her tunic, breathing rapidly. She looked at Sam in the eye.
"He's going to kill Legolas and Aragorn!" she sobbed.
***
Frodo drank the water greedily from the flask. He smiled a tank you to the friendly hobbit-girl.
"Your welcome, sir Frodo." she curtsied to the Hobbit and headed downriver, offering water to other Hobbits. Frodo was thankful for the water, for it was a long run from the village. The river was now thriving with Hobbits. Frodo licked his lips, the cold water's taste still remained on his dry tongue.
Griffin was sitting beside him, his dirty feet cleaning themselves in the river. He sighed with worry. Frodo threw a rock into the white water.
"Do you really think that they'll get this, 'Vist' power to destroy them?" he asked. Frodo had explained to him during their time at the river that there was hope. Frodo smiled at his new friend.
"I'm sure they will." he said, patting Griffin on the back. Frodo decided to wash his feet in the river as well. As soon as he put his feet in, a chill ran up and down his spine. The hair on the back of his neck stood on end. The water wasn't cold, but he felt chilled all over.
He wanted to take back what he had just said.
It began to rain, darkness had enveloped the land. Thunder rattled overhead the small village. Lightning ripped through the clouds like a knife. Later, hail began to fall; the storm intensified. All the hobbits cringed as rain pelted their backs.