Disclaimer: See the last chapter for my insane warbling and opinion on disclaimers [if you really can be bothered]
A/N: Here it is... my first action chapter! Okay, it may suck a little, but I'm sorry! It's pretty hard to write a chapter involving some sort of fighting, so just bear with me for now.
A note to other authors [Luck of the Irish in particular]: Thank you all for reviewing!! I had a sudden realisation the other day, as I was reading random pieces of fanfic. Yes, I realised that there are a lot of other Frodo/Elijah lovers out there in the world, and most of the love interests are called Casey. I'm not copying anyone, I always thought that Casey was a cool name [not from The Faculty, but from Scream - Drew Barrymore's character?]. Hm, yeah, I wonder why everyone likes the name Casey so much...!!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Before she could even think, something leapt onto her from behind, and pinned her to the ground. Instinctively, Casey opened her mouth and screamed.
Legolas sat upright. What was that? Other members of the Fellowship began to stir. And still, the girl's screams rang through the forest.
"Casey..." he murmured. He peered through the forest - and saw a large orc on top of a pale figure. Suddenly, more orcs appeared.
"Huh? What's happening - " Before Pippin could finish his sentence, a blizzard of arrows hailed on the camp.
"Orcs!" cried Legolas.
Casey was suffocating - a great, big orc had just landed on top of her and she couldn't push him off. She could hear his breathing in his ear, his saliva dripping everywhere. Frantically, she tried to wriggle loose from his grip but it was no use - the orc seemed quite content with just lying on top of her and leaving his friends to attack the others.
"Oh great, just great," thought Casey, "I have a fat orc lying and drooling on top of me and I can't get him off! Now then, I wonder if orcs have crotches..."
"LEGOLAS!"
The elf's ears pricked up at the sound. Casey was calling him - she would never do so unless she was in trouble. He ran to the edge of the camp and saw an orc lying on top of something - or someone. Without even thinking, he fired an arrow. The arrow hit its target, the orc's neck. The orc went limp.
Aragorn had grabbed a flaming branch and was swinging it around madly, while Gimli and Boromir fought back to back, slicing off orc heads and arms. Gandalf was lifting the hobbits up into a tree, for their protection. When they were all up, he drew out his sword and joined in the fighting. At that moment, it seemed like a stalemate - neither side was going to give up.
Casey felt the full weight of the orc bear down on her.
"Oh great, I bet my dress is really dirty now..." she thought. With a heave, she pushed the dead orc off her - and to spite him [A/N: do they have female orcs?!], she kicked him in the face. Then Casey gathered up her skirts and ran as fast as she could to the camp. But she was too late.
An orc was firing arrows up into the tree. One hit Frodo, and he fell.
"Frodo!" cried Sam. Merry and Pippin were struggling to hold Sam back, or else they would all fall down.
Casey rushed to the fallen hobbit, and tried to revive him. She did not care that the remaining hobbits were staring at her from above. The only thing that mattered now was whether Frodo was alive or not...
The same orc now approached her from behind, and notched an arrow into his bow. Slowly, he drew the string back. Casey turned as she heard the creaking of the bow. In slow-motion, the orc, with a sinister grin on his face, release the string. The arrow flew towards Casey and Frodo...
"Oh no, I am so dead, wait I'm already dead, no Frodo will be dead, oh shit I suck at being a guardian angel..." These thoughts were racing through Casey's mind as the arrow flew closer and closer.
"Please, let it stop!" she screamed inwardly. She shut her eyes and hugged the still unconscious Frodo to her, and waited for the arrow. And waited. And waited.
Finally she opened her eyes.
The arrow had stopped about one foot away from her head. Casey started hyperventilating. The orc adopted a stunned expression, losing its grin.
"Huh?" she said to herself.
Then she finally figured it out. With plenty of concentration, she made the arrow turn around a hundred and eighty degrees. And then she released the arrow.
The arrow flew straight and swift, and hit its target - the orc's heart. The orc fell dead to the ground, with its stunned expression still on its face.
"Cool," thought Casey. In her mind she did a little Happy Dance.
Looking around, Casey found that the battle was still commencing - Aragorn was fending off two fat orcs, and Gimli had somehow jumped onto another and was riding it like a cowboy, while hitting it with his axe.
She heard a slight cough come from beside her. Then, she realised that she was still holding Frodo in her arms - and he was fully awake.
Casey looked down, and found herself staring into the hobbit's large blue eyes. He seemed to have adopted the orc's stunned expression, as his mouth fell open.
"Eep," said Casey. She dropped the hobbit onto the ground, picked up her skirts and ran as far as she could, away from the camp, away from Frodo.
"Who was that?" said Merry, as Gandalf lowered him down from the tree.
"Mr Frodo! Thank goodness you're all right!" cried Sam, enveloping Frodo into a hug. Frodo was speechless. All that he remembered was that he had fallen out of the tree... and had woken up in the arms of the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. But somehow, he felt that she was not human, nor elf.
"Come Frodo," said Aragorn, wiping his dagger on a piece of cloth, "Are you hurt?"
Frodo managed to shake his head.
The Fellowship surrounded Frodo, each with their own opinion of who the mysterious stranger was.
"It was another of Sauron's strange evil beings! He sent the orcs and her to kill us all!" cried Gimli.
"No, she saved Frodo! She can't have been evil!" cried Pippin.
"The orcs could not have been sent by Sauron, we are still too far from Mordor," said Boromir.
"Maybe they were sent by Saruman," said Aragorn.
"No, they did not have the mark of the White Hand," said Legolas.
"Then where did the orcs come from?" asked Merry.
"I believe they were just a band of wandering orcs, they were not in league with any of our enemies," said Gandalf wisely.
"But what about that ghost thing? Was it evil or not?" asked Gimli persistently.
The Fellowship remained silent; none had a reply to his question. For those who knew, they chose to remain quiet about it.
"I think that we should leave this place," said Sam.
Aragorn looked at the little hobbit, and said to him reassuringly, "The orcs are dead, we can stay here for what is left of the night."
"No, I don't feel safe here," said Pippin quietly.
Then, Legolas' keen eyes spotted something on the ground next to Frodo. It was a small drop of some sort of white substance. He crept silently away, leaving the Fellowship to discuss the matter further.
Legolas reached a small clearing, close to the place where the orcs had first emerged. There, bathed in the moonlight, he saw the angel crouched on a tree root, huddling her knees to her chest.
"Casey?" he whispered, coming closer to her.
The angel's head jerked up as the elf spoke. The elf saw tears in her eyes. At first, he thought that she must have been upset that Frodo had seen her. But then, as he drew even closer to her, he realised that this was not the only reason why.
"You are wounded," murmured Legolas. Tenderly, his fingers closed around the arrow that was stuck in the angel's arm.
"It hurts," Casey said.
"Of course it does," whispered Legolas absently, as he tried to figure out how to pull the arrow out.
"No, it's not meant to, Galadriel said that angels don't feel any pain," insisted Casey.
As Legolas jerked the arrow slightly, Casey whimpered in pain, and a small trickle of white blood oozed out.
"Urgh, why is my blood white?" asked Casey.
Legolas chose to ignore her. He pulled the arrow out quickly, and, ignoring Casey's protests, bandaged her arm tightly with a rag.
"Ow! Go easy, that hurts!" she said through clenched teeth.
Legolas tied a knot and patted her arm.
"You did a very brave thing Casey," he said.
Casey sighed, and turned her head in the direction of the camp.
"He saw me."
Legolas nodded his head.
"Is that bad?"
"I do not know."
They sat in silence for a while, until they heard someone approach.
"Legolas? Who are you talking to..." Aragorn's voice faded, as he saw Casey.
Casey wiped her nose on her sleeve.
"I must go back now," said Legolas. He kissed Casey on her cheek, and left. Casey lay down on the leafy floor, and cried softly to herself.
When Aragorn and Legolas returned to the camp, Frodo was trying to sleep. But he could not get her face out of his mind. How he had stared at her, while she was protecting him - her large doe eyes had grown even larger when she had seen him looking at her, and her lips had parted slightly. And then, she had run away, with her dress billowing behind her, and her hair flowing. But she was so very pale, and seemed... well, almost transparent and delicate.
Who was she?
She had saved him. She must've been something like his guardian angel.
Frodo was not a stupid hobbit. He put two and two together, and realised that there was a strong possibility that she could have been that presence following him since Rivendell. Relieved at having got somewhere with his stubborn thoughts, Frodo got himself into a comfortable sleeping position and tried to sleep.
Frodo rose, after an hour's tossing and turning. There was still several hours before daybreak. He needed a walk. He picked his way carefully over the sleeping bodies, trying not to step on anyone. Then, he walked away from the small clearing where the camp was situated, and ventured deeper into the dark forest.
Casey woke. She heard someone whistling softly. Quickly, she jumped up and hid behind a tree.
"Geez, can't a girl get any peace?" she thought, rubbing her eyes sleepily.
Then she saw him.
Frodo.
He was coming nearer.
He whistled to himself, and then yawned, stretching his arms in the air. Even that simple gestured made Casey sigh to herself softly.
Frodo was too tired to return to the camp. He had wandered too far already. Without thinking, he curled up on a large tree root, the same one Casey had sat on, and went to sleep.
Casey emerged from her hiding place. Frodo could not stay there. Gathering her courage, she wrapped her arms around Frodo. He moaned softly in his sleep. She froze, and counted to ten in her mind. He remained still. She lifted him, and was surprised to find that he wasn't as heavy as she had expected. Then, Casey made her way back to the camp, carrying Frodo all the way.
As she lay him down between Aragorn and Sam, Frodo's eyes fluttered ever so gently. Casey ignored this, and carried on arranging his cloak around him, acting as a blanket. With this done, she stood up to leave. But when she looked down at the sleeping hobbit's face, she did something that was unexpected for her. Casey brushed her lips against his cheek, and fled in embarrassment.
Frodo's eyes fluttered again, and he opened them. He had felt something soft and sweet against his lips, and that had woken him up. All he saw was the sleeping [and snoring] Fellowship surrounding him and...
The pale figure of his guardian angel darting into the trees.
A/N: Here it is... my first action chapter! Okay, it may suck a little, but I'm sorry! It's pretty hard to write a chapter involving some sort of fighting, so just bear with me for now.
A note to other authors [Luck of the Irish in particular]: Thank you all for reviewing!! I had a sudden realisation the other day, as I was reading random pieces of fanfic. Yes, I realised that there are a lot of other Frodo/Elijah lovers out there in the world, and most of the love interests are called Casey. I'm not copying anyone, I always thought that Casey was a cool name [not from The Faculty, but from Scream - Drew Barrymore's character?]. Hm, yeah, I wonder why everyone likes the name Casey so much...!!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Before she could even think, something leapt onto her from behind, and pinned her to the ground. Instinctively, Casey opened her mouth and screamed.
Legolas sat upright. What was that? Other members of the Fellowship began to stir. And still, the girl's screams rang through the forest.
"Casey..." he murmured. He peered through the forest - and saw a large orc on top of a pale figure. Suddenly, more orcs appeared.
"Huh? What's happening - " Before Pippin could finish his sentence, a blizzard of arrows hailed on the camp.
"Orcs!" cried Legolas.
Casey was suffocating - a great, big orc had just landed on top of her and she couldn't push him off. She could hear his breathing in his ear, his saliva dripping everywhere. Frantically, she tried to wriggle loose from his grip but it was no use - the orc seemed quite content with just lying on top of her and leaving his friends to attack the others.
"Oh great, just great," thought Casey, "I have a fat orc lying and drooling on top of me and I can't get him off! Now then, I wonder if orcs have crotches..."
"LEGOLAS!"
The elf's ears pricked up at the sound. Casey was calling him - she would never do so unless she was in trouble. He ran to the edge of the camp and saw an orc lying on top of something - or someone. Without even thinking, he fired an arrow. The arrow hit its target, the orc's neck. The orc went limp.
Aragorn had grabbed a flaming branch and was swinging it around madly, while Gimli and Boromir fought back to back, slicing off orc heads and arms. Gandalf was lifting the hobbits up into a tree, for their protection. When they were all up, he drew out his sword and joined in the fighting. At that moment, it seemed like a stalemate - neither side was going to give up.
Casey felt the full weight of the orc bear down on her.
"Oh great, I bet my dress is really dirty now..." she thought. With a heave, she pushed the dead orc off her - and to spite him [A/N: do they have female orcs?!], she kicked him in the face. Then Casey gathered up her skirts and ran as fast as she could to the camp. But she was too late.
An orc was firing arrows up into the tree. One hit Frodo, and he fell.
"Frodo!" cried Sam. Merry and Pippin were struggling to hold Sam back, or else they would all fall down.
Casey rushed to the fallen hobbit, and tried to revive him. She did not care that the remaining hobbits were staring at her from above. The only thing that mattered now was whether Frodo was alive or not...
The same orc now approached her from behind, and notched an arrow into his bow. Slowly, he drew the string back. Casey turned as she heard the creaking of the bow. In slow-motion, the orc, with a sinister grin on his face, release the string. The arrow flew towards Casey and Frodo...
"Oh no, I am so dead, wait I'm already dead, no Frodo will be dead, oh shit I suck at being a guardian angel..." These thoughts were racing through Casey's mind as the arrow flew closer and closer.
"Please, let it stop!" she screamed inwardly. She shut her eyes and hugged the still unconscious Frodo to her, and waited for the arrow. And waited. And waited.
Finally she opened her eyes.
The arrow had stopped about one foot away from her head. Casey started hyperventilating. The orc adopted a stunned expression, losing its grin.
"Huh?" she said to herself.
Then she finally figured it out. With plenty of concentration, she made the arrow turn around a hundred and eighty degrees. And then she released the arrow.
The arrow flew straight and swift, and hit its target - the orc's heart. The orc fell dead to the ground, with its stunned expression still on its face.
"Cool," thought Casey. In her mind she did a little Happy Dance.
Looking around, Casey found that the battle was still commencing - Aragorn was fending off two fat orcs, and Gimli had somehow jumped onto another and was riding it like a cowboy, while hitting it with his axe.
She heard a slight cough come from beside her. Then, she realised that she was still holding Frodo in her arms - and he was fully awake.
Casey looked down, and found herself staring into the hobbit's large blue eyes. He seemed to have adopted the orc's stunned expression, as his mouth fell open.
"Eep," said Casey. She dropped the hobbit onto the ground, picked up her skirts and ran as far as she could, away from the camp, away from Frodo.
"Who was that?" said Merry, as Gandalf lowered him down from the tree.
"Mr Frodo! Thank goodness you're all right!" cried Sam, enveloping Frodo into a hug. Frodo was speechless. All that he remembered was that he had fallen out of the tree... and had woken up in the arms of the most beautiful girl he had ever seen. But somehow, he felt that she was not human, nor elf.
"Come Frodo," said Aragorn, wiping his dagger on a piece of cloth, "Are you hurt?"
Frodo managed to shake his head.
The Fellowship surrounded Frodo, each with their own opinion of who the mysterious stranger was.
"It was another of Sauron's strange evil beings! He sent the orcs and her to kill us all!" cried Gimli.
"No, she saved Frodo! She can't have been evil!" cried Pippin.
"The orcs could not have been sent by Sauron, we are still too far from Mordor," said Boromir.
"Maybe they were sent by Saruman," said Aragorn.
"No, they did not have the mark of the White Hand," said Legolas.
"Then where did the orcs come from?" asked Merry.
"I believe they were just a band of wandering orcs, they were not in league with any of our enemies," said Gandalf wisely.
"But what about that ghost thing? Was it evil or not?" asked Gimli persistently.
The Fellowship remained silent; none had a reply to his question. For those who knew, they chose to remain quiet about it.
"I think that we should leave this place," said Sam.
Aragorn looked at the little hobbit, and said to him reassuringly, "The orcs are dead, we can stay here for what is left of the night."
"No, I don't feel safe here," said Pippin quietly.
Then, Legolas' keen eyes spotted something on the ground next to Frodo. It was a small drop of some sort of white substance. He crept silently away, leaving the Fellowship to discuss the matter further.
Legolas reached a small clearing, close to the place where the orcs had first emerged. There, bathed in the moonlight, he saw the angel crouched on a tree root, huddling her knees to her chest.
"Casey?" he whispered, coming closer to her.
The angel's head jerked up as the elf spoke. The elf saw tears in her eyes. At first, he thought that she must have been upset that Frodo had seen her. But then, as he drew even closer to her, he realised that this was not the only reason why.
"You are wounded," murmured Legolas. Tenderly, his fingers closed around the arrow that was stuck in the angel's arm.
"It hurts," Casey said.
"Of course it does," whispered Legolas absently, as he tried to figure out how to pull the arrow out.
"No, it's not meant to, Galadriel said that angels don't feel any pain," insisted Casey.
As Legolas jerked the arrow slightly, Casey whimpered in pain, and a small trickle of white blood oozed out.
"Urgh, why is my blood white?" asked Casey.
Legolas chose to ignore her. He pulled the arrow out quickly, and, ignoring Casey's protests, bandaged her arm tightly with a rag.
"Ow! Go easy, that hurts!" she said through clenched teeth.
Legolas tied a knot and patted her arm.
"You did a very brave thing Casey," he said.
Casey sighed, and turned her head in the direction of the camp.
"He saw me."
Legolas nodded his head.
"Is that bad?"
"I do not know."
They sat in silence for a while, until they heard someone approach.
"Legolas? Who are you talking to..." Aragorn's voice faded, as he saw Casey.
Casey wiped her nose on her sleeve.
"I must go back now," said Legolas. He kissed Casey on her cheek, and left. Casey lay down on the leafy floor, and cried softly to herself.
When Aragorn and Legolas returned to the camp, Frodo was trying to sleep. But he could not get her face out of his mind. How he had stared at her, while she was protecting him - her large doe eyes had grown even larger when she had seen him looking at her, and her lips had parted slightly. And then, she had run away, with her dress billowing behind her, and her hair flowing. But she was so very pale, and seemed... well, almost transparent and delicate.
Who was she?
She had saved him. She must've been something like his guardian angel.
Frodo was not a stupid hobbit. He put two and two together, and realised that there was a strong possibility that she could have been that presence following him since Rivendell. Relieved at having got somewhere with his stubborn thoughts, Frodo got himself into a comfortable sleeping position and tried to sleep.
Frodo rose, after an hour's tossing and turning. There was still several hours before daybreak. He needed a walk. He picked his way carefully over the sleeping bodies, trying not to step on anyone. Then, he walked away from the small clearing where the camp was situated, and ventured deeper into the dark forest.
Casey woke. She heard someone whistling softly. Quickly, she jumped up and hid behind a tree.
"Geez, can't a girl get any peace?" she thought, rubbing her eyes sleepily.
Then she saw him.
Frodo.
He was coming nearer.
He whistled to himself, and then yawned, stretching his arms in the air. Even that simple gestured made Casey sigh to herself softly.
Frodo was too tired to return to the camp. He had wandered too far already. Without thinking, he curled up on a large tree root, the same one Casey had sat on, and went to sleep.
Casey emerged from her hiding place. Frodo could not stay there. Gathering her courage, she wrapped her arms around Frodo. He moaned softly in his sleep. She froze, and counted to ten in her mind. He remained still. She lifted him, and was surprised to find that he wasn't as heavy as she had expected. Then, Casey made her way back to the camp, carrying Frodo all the way.
As she lay him down between Aragorn and Sam, Frodo's eyes fluttered ever so gently. Casey ignored this, and carried on arranging his cloak around him, acting as a blanket. With this done, she stood up to leave. But when she looked down at the sleeping hobbit's face, she did something that was unexpected for her. Casey brushed her lips against his cheek, and fled in embarrassment.
Frodo's eyes fluttered again, and he opened them. He had felt something soft and sweet against his lips, and that had woken him up. All he saw was the sleeping [and snoring] Fellowship surrounding him and...
The pale figure of his guardian angel darting into the trees.