Disclaimer: See last chapter.
A/N: I've decided to write a Dominic Monaghan fanfic, yay for me! Just click on my name in the top-left corner to find it. It's called Sabotage – yeah I know, I like cheesy titles. I like cheese too actually.
Sorry if this chapter is so short … the next chapter will be longer, I promise! And sorry for the lame title, but I can't think of anything!
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Frodo was woken up by Sam the next morning. He lay there for a while, watching his fellow hobbit, who was busying himself with re-packing the blankets and sorting out his pots and pans. Pippin was sitting nearby, wide- awake and chewing thoughtfully on a piece of bread. Gimli was stamping out the fire, Boromir and Aragorn were talking secretly. Legolas was combing his hair, using the reflection of water in one of Sam's pans as a mirror. Merry, to Frodo's left, was snoring.
Frodo became aware of something lying on his left shoulder, only to discover that it was Casey, still in deep sleep, lying face-down on the ground. One arm was wrapped around Frodo's waist tightly. He put an arm around Casey's shoulders, as she shifted slightly and moaned in her sleep. Her head turned so that her eyelashes trailed along Frodo's cheeks, and began to flutter slightly as she opened her eyes.
"Good morning," said Frodo softly, as Casey began to get up. She paused and looked down at the hobbit, supporting most of her weight on the arm that was stretched across Frodo. She smiled, and was about to reply when Merry yawned, and her words were drowned out by him.
"Did you all sleep well?" asked Aragorn, as he began to reload their boats.
A chorus of "Yes!" and "No." and grunts came from the Fellowship. Aragorn smiled to himself, and the others began to climb into their boats.
"Look Mr Frodo!" cried Sam, tapping on Frodo's shoulder.
"What is it?" said Frodo, a little tired and annoyed that he couldn't sit next to Casey.
"I just saw a log – with eyes! Well, I thought at first that I was dreaming – my old Gaffer always used to say that I was a right old dreamer, so I rubbed my eyes and it was there, swimming along behind us! And it had arms too!"
Frodo was about to reply when Aragorn interrupted.
"Is this the first time you have seen this log, Sam?"
"No sir, it isn't, I saw it when we first left Lothlorien, and then again a few moments ago."
Frodo looked at Aragorn questioningly. But the Ranger remained silent.
However that night, Aragorn, Legolas, Boromir and Gimli were discussing something in hushed tones, shooing the hobbits away if they were too curious.
Casey was restless. Sitting all day in a boat wasn't exactly what she had in mind when Galadriel said that the rest of her journey would be "dangerous." She had envisaged perhaps climbing up volcanoes that she'd only seen in newspapers, battling ugly demons that looked like something out of "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" – and so on. And she was bored with the monotonous scenery. So she left the camp, and began to walk in the woods alone.
Merry, who had been watching Casey, nudged Frodo. The ringbearer looked up, and Merry jerked his head towards the departing figure. Frodo got up and followed her deeper into the woods.
Casey was walking as if in a dream-like trance when Frodo came up behind her.
"Casey," he said softly. She turned around. In her hands were several flowers that she had plucked, with long, slender stems. She sat down on a nearby log, and began to pluck the petals of the flowers.
"He loves me, he loves me not," she chanted, as Frodo came and sat beside her.
"He loves me," she said softly, as she let the last petal slide from her fingers.
"Who does?" asked Frodo, a little bewildered at what she was doing.
Casey turned to Frodo.
"You do." Casey turned to face Frodo, and she cupped his face in her hands and kissed him.
[A/N: Yessssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss!!!]
His lips parted for her, and he entwined his arms around her waist. When Casey drew back slightly from the kiss, Frodo moved onto her neck, and began planting light kisses on it. But Casey wasn't paying any attention to him.
"Frodo," she mururmed, trying to push him away. He straightened and looked into her eyes, confused.
"What - " he started.
"Ssh." She put a finger to his lips. Neither of them spoke for several minutes. Finally, Casey leant forward and whispered in his ear.
"Someone's watching us."
A/N: I've decided to write a Dominic Monaghan fanfic, yay for me! Just click on my name in the top-left corner to find it. It's called Sabotage – yeah I know, I like cheesy titles. I like cheese too actually.
Sorry if this chapter is so short … the next chapter will be longer, I promise! And sorry for the lame title, but I can't think of anything!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Frodo was woken up by Sam the next morning. He lay there for a while, watching his fellow hobbit, who was busying himself with re-packing the blankets and sorting out his pots and pans. Pippin was sitting nearby, wide- awake and chewing thoughtfully on a piece of bread. Gimli was stamping out the fire, Boromir and Aragorn were talking secretly. Legolas was combing his hair, using the reflection of water in one of Sam's pans as a mirror. Merry, to Frodo's left, was snoring.
Frodo became aware of something lying on his left shoulder, only to discover that it was Casey, still in deep sleep, lying face-down on the ground. One arm was wrapped around Frodo's waist tightly. He put an arm around Casey's shoulders, as she shifted slightly and moaned in her sleep. Her head turned so that her eyelashes trailed along Frodo's cheeks, and began to flutter slightly as she opened her eyes.
"Good morning," said Frodo softly, as Casey began to get up. She paused and looked down at the hobbit, supporting most of her weight on the arm that was stretched across Frodo. She smiled, and was about to reply when Merry yawned, and her words were drowned out by him.
"Did you all sleep well?" asked Aragorn, as he began to reload their boats.
A chorus of "Yes!" and "No." and grunts came from the Fellowship. Aragorn smiled to himself, and the others began to climb into their boats.
"Look Mr Frodo!" cried Sam, tapping on Frodo's shoulder.
"What is it?" said Frodo, a little tired and annoyed that he couldn't sit next to Casey.
"I just saw a log – with eyes! Well, I thought at first that I was dreaming – my old Gaffer always used to say that I was a right old dreamer, so I rubbed my eyes and it was there, swimming along behind us! And it had arms too!"
Frodo was about to reply when Aragorn interrupted.
"Is this the first time you have seen this log, Sam?"
"No sir, it isn't, I saw it when we first left Lothlorien, and then again a few moments ago."
Frodo looked at Aragorn questioningly. But the Ranger remained silent.
However that night, Aragorn, Legolas, Boromir and Gimli were discussing something in hushed tones, shooing the hobbits away if they were too curious.
Casey was restless. Sitting all day in a boat wasn't exactly what she had in mind when Galadriel said that the rest of her journey would be "dangerous." She had envisaged perhaps climbing up volcanoes that she'd only seen in newspapers, battling ugly demons that looked like something out of "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" – and so on. And she was bored with the monotonous scenery. So she left the camp, and began to walk in the woods alone.
Merry, who had been watching Casey, nudged Frodo. The ringbearer looked up, and Merry jerked his head towards the departing figure. Frodo got up and followed her deeper into the woods.
Casey was walking as if in a dream-like trance when Frodo came up behind her.
"Casey," he said softly. She turned around. In her hands were several flowers that she had plucked, with long, slender stems. She sat down on a nearby log, and began to pluck the petals of the flowers.
"He loves me, he loves me not," she chanted, as Frodo came and sat beside her.
"He loves me," she said softly, as she let the last petal slide from her fingers.
"Who does?" asked Frodo, a little bewildered at what she was doing.
Casey turned to Frodo.
"You do." Casey turned to face Frodo, and she cupped his face in her hands and kissed him.
[A/N: Yessssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss!!!]
His lips parted for her, and he entwined his arms around her waist. When Casey drew back slightly from the kiss, Frodo moved onto her neck, and began planting light kisses on it. But Casey wasn't paying any attention to him.
"Frodo," she mururmed, trying to push him away. He straightened and looked into her eyes, confused.
"What - " he started.
"Ssh." She put a finger to his lips. Neither of them spoke for several minutes. Finally, Casey leant forward and whispered in his ear.
"Someone's watching us."