Ch.7
A/N: Okay, I'm going try to make this somewhat sad, Frodo getting stabbed and all ChibiMe: errrrr…you just gave the story away, stupid
Me: Shut it!
ChibiMe: *growls
Me: _ on with the chapter! NO VIOLENCE! Ack, ouch help *chibiMe attacks*
ChibiMe: *victory sign* on with the chapter ^___^v
Me: ugh! Oh, and just for the heck of it instead of having Elrond come(book) I'm going go with the movie version (Arewen) no flames….PLEASE
Amon Sul– Elves
They traveled the remaining part of the day nonstop. Aragon pointed at an old structure of some sort on a rocky hill,
"This is the Ancient tower of Amon Sul. Where we shall be staying the night." Aragon told the hobbits.
They made there way up the rocks and staircases until they found a place suitable. They all plopped down rubbing there sore feet and ankles. Aragon threw them each a sword, when he was about to toss Adela one, she gestured toward her sword and dagger; indicating she did not need one. Frodo looked out at the forest as the sun set and soon fell asleep. Adela stayed awake, fearing the Nazgul.
When Frodo awoke, he awoke to the smell of wood burning. He shot up to see Merry, Pippin, and Sam cooking food, Adela had tried to warn them but they didn't listen.
"Put it out you fools!" Frodo cried as he smothered the fire with his foot A/N: ouch!.
"I tried to warn them" Adela cried.
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Aragon had gone to explore the tower, leaving the hobbits alone.
"Sorry mister Frodo, we thought to eat." Sam reasoned.
"They'll be able to find us if they see smoke coming up!" Frodo cried in distress.
"Who?" Pippin asked. Merry was about to smack his friend in the head when Adela cried something.
"Too late!" Frodo leaned over the edge to see the full nine riders surrounding the tower.
The 5 hobbit withdrew their weapons, ready to fight. They all faced different directions, for they didn't know where they might come from. They came from the front. Sam tried to fight
"Back you devils!" but was easily pushed to the side.
Adela tried next but had as much luck, and was thrown to the side. Merry and Pippin attacked together, but even then it was no use. Frodo trembled and backed away. He threw down his sword and continued to back away, but soon tripped over a piece of stone and fell to the ground. He pulled himself back but soon felt his back pressed up against a cold stone wall. Frodo grasped for the ring and pulled it off the chain. Without another reaction he shoved it on to his finger.
"No! Frodo, goddamn it! Take off the ring!" Adela screamed, but was too late.
The Nazgul shoved the blade into Frodo, right above his heart. He let out a scream that made your blood run cold. Adela grabbed her sword in attempt to stab the black rider in the back, but it noticed her and shoved her into the wall. Sam ran to Frodo's side, trying to protect his friend from any more wounds. Just as the black rider raised his sword to stab helpless Frodo again, Aragon came out with a flaming torch and set the Nazgul on fire. This procedure continued until all the Nazgul had run away. Adela ran to Frodo's side along with Merry and Pippin. Adela's eyes were glazed with tears but she didn't let them fall.
"A Modor blade." Aragon said grimly as he raised the Modor sword in the air, but oddly it melted.
"What….What will happen to Frodo?" Adela said her eyes downcast.
"He will become one of them." Aragon replied.
"No…." Sam cried.
"If we do not get him to the elves, he will become one of them, dead nor alive." Aragon added.
Adela bit her lip restraing tears. Frodo started to make a strange groan.
"Is he in pain?" Adela Asked feeling his forehead.
Adela's eyes widened, "His face, it's cold, as if dead."
Adela said feeling his cheek as well.
"He will be in a lot of pain, we can slow the poison. Sam come with me." Aragon said. Sam reluctantly followed, not wanting to leave his masters side.
Adela and Merry Propped Frodo up against a tree. Adela darted to her bag and took out a container of water. Adela rushed back over and tilted Frodo's head back and slowly poured the water into Frodo's mouth. Aragon and Sam came back, along with a beautiful lady and a white horse, Adela guessed she was an elf.
"I am Arwen, of Rivendale, I have come to help you, Frodo" Arwen said through her mind to Frodo.
"I shall take him to Rivendale, if we don't get him there soon he will become one of them, and I am the faster rider." Arwen told Aragon.
"Where are you taking him?" Adela asked, worried for Frodo.
"To Rivendale, my father, Elrond, is the only one who could possibly heal Frodo. We must leave now, they'll be coming soon." Arwen gathered Frodo in her arms and mounted the horse.
"Good luck, Arwen." Aragon whispered to her as she left.
"Gather you things, we should leave now." Aragon gathered the hobbits.
Arwen rode till morning and even then did not stop, for the fate of the ring bearer lay in her hands. The black riders soon caught up to them. One black rider reached towards Frodo, Frodo stared at the Nazgul, eyes bloodshot. Arwen whispered something in elfish to the horse and soon the beautiful mare quickened its pace. Frodo's head fell back on Arwen's shoulder; she looked to make sure he hadn't fainted.
"Hold on, Frodo." Arwen whispered.
Soon a flowing river lay ahead of them. Arewen crossed the river, and pulled out her sword,
"If you want him come and claim him." Arwen said her voice filled with anger.
The Nazgul started crossing, Arwen mumbled something in elfish, a spell of some sort. The river began to flow harder, and soon a large wave came crashing down on the black riders. The waves were shaped like wild horses. Soon the Nazgul were washed away. Arwen sighed. Just then Frodo's fell limp.
"Frodo…." Arwen whispered as she dismounted her horse and laid Frodo on the ground.
"Frodo. Frodo! Hold on…." Arwen began to cry
"Please Frodo, you cannot die." Soon strange whispers of elfish enveloped the air.
Frodo saw Elrond; he spoke to him about how he was healed. Frodo opened his eyes. "where am I?" Frodo asked as he sat up in bed.
"Rivendale, my boy." A voice answered. It sounded…..like Gandalf……..TO BE CONTINUED!
A/N: R/R, I do not mind repeats! Lol! If you do flame please give me tips don't just blow off in my face.
A/N: Okay, I'm going try to make this somewhat sad, Frodo getting stabbed and all ChibiMe: errrrr…you just gave the story away, stupid
Me: Shut it!
ChibiMe: *growls
Me: _ on with the chapter! NO VIOLENCE! Ack, ouch help *chibiMe attacks*
ChibiMe: *victory sign* on with the chapter ^___^v
Me: ugh! Oh, and just for the heck of it instead of having Elrond come(book) I'm going go with the movie version (Arewen) no flames….PLEASE
Amon Sul– Elves
They traveled the remaining part of the day nonstop. Aragon pointed at an old structure of some sort on a rocky hill,
"This is the Ancient tower of Amon Sul. Where we shall be staying the night." Aragon told the hobbits.
They made there way up the rocks and staircases until they found a place suitable. They all plopped down rubbing there sore feet and ankles. Aragon threw them each a sword, when he was about to toss Adela one, she gestured toward her sword and dagger; indicating she did not need one. Frodo looked out at the forest as the sun set and soon fell asleep. Adela stayed awake, fearing the Nazgul.
When Frodo awoke, he awoke to the smell of wood burning. He shot up to see Merry, Pippin, and Sam cooking food, Adela had tried to warn them but they didn't listen.
"Put it out you fools!" Frodo cried as he smothered the fire with his foot A/N: ouch!.
"I tried to warn them" Adela cried.
\
Aragon had gone to explore the tower, leaving the hobbits alone.
"Sorry mister Frodo, we thought to eat." Sam reasoned.
"They'll be able to find us if they see smoke coming up!" Frodo cried in distress.
"Who?" Pippin asked. Merry was about to smack his friend in the head when Adela cried something.
"Too late!" Frodo leaned over the edge to see the full nine riders surrounding the tower.
The 5 hobbit withdrew their weapons, ready to fight. They all faced different directions, for they didn't know where they might come from. They came from the front. Sam tried to fight
"Back you devils!" but was easily pushed to the side.
Adela tried next but had as much luck, and was thrown to the side. Merry and Pippin attacked together, but even then it was no use. Frodo trembled and backed away. He threw down his sword and continued to back away, but soon tripped over a piece of stone and fell to the ground. He pulled himself back but soon felt his back pressed up against a cold stone wall. Frodo grasped for the ring and pulled it off the chain. Without another reaction he shoved it on to his finger.
"No! Frodo, goddamn it! Take off the ring!" Adela screamed, but was too late.
The Nazgul shoved the blade into Frodo, right above his heart. He let out a scream that made your blood run cold. Adela grabbed her sword in attempt to stab the black rider in the back, but it noticed her and shoved her into the wall. Sam ran to Frodo's side, trying to protect his friend from any more wounds. Just as the black rider raised his sword to stab helpless Frodo again, Aragon came out with a flaming torch and set the Nazgul on fire. This procedure continued until all the Nazgul had run away. Adela ran to Frodo's side along with Merry and Pippin. Adela's eyes were glazed with tears but she didn't let them fall.
"A Modor blade." Aragon said grimly as he raised the Modor sword in the air, but oddly it melted.
"What….What will happen to Frodo?" Adela said her eyes downcast.
"He will become one of them." Aragon replied.
"No…." Sam cried.
"If we do not get him to the elves, he will become one of them, dead nor alive." Aragon added.
Adela bit her lip restraing tears. Frodo started to make a strange groan.
"Is he in pain?" Adela Asked feeling his forehead.
Adela's eyes widened, "His face, it's cold, as if dead."
Adela said feeling his cheek as well.
"He will be in a lot of pain, we can slow the poison. Sam come with me." Aragon said. Sam reluctantly followed, not wanting to leave his masters side.
Adela and Merry Propped Frodo up against a tree. Adela darted to her bag and took out a container of water. Adela rushed back over and tilted Frodo's head back and slowly poured the water into Frodo's mouth. Aragon and Sam came back, along with a beautiful lady and a white horse, Adela guessed she was an elf.
"I am Arwen, of Rivendale, I have come to help you, Frodo" Arwen said through her mind to Frodo.
"I shall take him to Rivendale, if we don't get him there soon he will become one of them, and I am the faster rider." Arwen told Aragon.
"Where are you taking him?" Adela asked, worried for Frodo.
"To Rivendale, my father, Elrond, is the only one who could possibly heal Frodo. We must leave now, they'll be coming soon." Arwen gathered Frodo in her arms and mounted the horse.
"Good luck, Arwen." Aragon whispered to her as she left.
"Gather you things, we should leave now." Aragon gathered the hobbits.
Arwen rode till morning and even then did not stop, for the fate of the ring bearer lay in her hands. The black riders soon caught up to them. One black rider reached towards Frodo, Frodo stared at the Nazgul, eyes bloodshot. Arwen whispered something in elfish to the horse and soon the beautiful mare quickened its pace. Frodo's head fell back on Arwen's shoulder; she looked to make sure he hadn't fainted.
"Hold on, Frodo." Arwen whispered.
Soon a flowing river lay ahead of them. Arewen crossed the river, and pulled out her sword,
"If you want him come and claim him." Arwen said her voice filled with anger.
The Nazgul started crossing, Arwen mumbled something in elfish, a spell of some sort. The river began to flow harder, and soon a large wave came crashing down on the black riders. The waves were shaped like wild horses. Soon the Nazgul were washed away. Arwen sighed. Just then Frodo's fell limp.
"Frodo…." Arwen whispered as she dismounted her horse and laid Frodo on the ground.
"Frodo. Frodo! Hold on…." Arwen began to cry
"Please Frodo, you cannot die." Soon strange whispers of elfish enveloped the air.
Frodo saw Elrond; he spoke to him about how he was healed. Frodo opened his eyes. "where am I?" Frodo asked as he sat up in bed.
"Rivendale, my boy." A voice answered. It sounded…..like Gandalf……..TO BE CONTINUED!
A/N: R/R, I do not mind repeats! Lol! If you do flame please give me tips don't just blow off in my face.