Before Lothlorien
The fellowship continued there wary journey. Night fell and they had to camp out. They came upon a good place to camp on the edge of the forest. There was a stream right near by.
They could not risk a fire so they ate what ever they could raw. Adela did not eat, nor did she talk. She propped herself up against a tree and stared at the stream, she seemed as though not there. Adela volunteered to keep watch the night, they disagreed, wanting her to get her rest but Adela wouldn't. Frodo stirred from his deep sleep. He sat up and looked around.
"Can you not sleep?" a voice called to Frodo.
Frodo looked up to see Adela sharpening her daggers.
"Oh, Adela. No, its just I had a nightmare…." Frodo said as he stood up and walked over to Adela.
Adela did not look up from her sharpening. "You should go back to sleep, you need your rest"
"I believe you are the one who should be getting to sleep." Frodo said crouching down by her.
Adela looked up at Frodo "I made a promise to protect you, and am not tired." She lied.
"You look very tired." Frodo said searching her eyes.
"Well I'm not." Adela growled as she got up and walked over to the stream. She splashed the cold water on her face, trying to wake herself up.
Frodo looked surprised and concerned. He got up and walked over to Adele, who had sat down by the stream looking out into the far distance. Frodo sat down next to her and starred at her, searching for an answer, any answer.
Adela began to speak her voice shaky:
"I fear to sleep, I am afraid."
"Why? Do you fear nightmares?" Frodo asked.
"No…I fear that if I sleep I may never wake up again, I feel death creeping along every horizon, waiting for it to make its attack."
"It won't attack, no, not unless you let it, not unless you give up." Frodo said grabbing her hand.
"I fear the ring has taken me as well….I feel weak to its power."
Frodo frowned. He grabbed her by the shoulders and turned her so they were face to face.
"No, I will not lose you to the ring, you can't give in!"
Adela got up to walk away; Frodo jumped to his feet and grabbed her arm not letting her go.
"You said I was weak. But you, you've fallen to the rings power, you're weak." Frodo said harshly.
Adela's lip quivered, Adela took the chance, and she pulled out of Frodo's grip and ran in to the dark forest. She didn't care where she was going, she couldn't even tell, the tears were blurring her vision.
Frodo didn't take a moments thought, he ran after her.
Adela knew he was following, but when she turned around to see how far ahead she was she tripped over a tree root and sprained her ankle. Frodo had gotten to her. Adela pulled herself up as he drew closer, but her ankle hurt too much. Adela was about to fall, when Frodo caught her, wrapping his arms around her back.
"Your right, I'm weak…" Adela said her voice trembled as tears glassed her eyes.
Frodo again searched her eyes before pulling her into an embrace.
"I don't want to lose you to the ring as well." Frodo whispered into her ear.
Adela sank down to the ground; her ankle pained her to much to stand. Frodo knelt down to check her ankle, red blood trickled down her ankle. Frodo frowned.
"I'm okay…" Adela said turning from Frodo's gaze.
"It's a bad sprain." Frodo said as her tore a part of his cloak and wrapped it around the wound. When Frodo looked up from her ankle he found there lips were only inches apart. Adela starred into Frodo's eyes, Frodo did the same. Frodo slowly moved closer. There lips would have met, but footsteps approached, breaking there gaze. Pippin came running over to them.
"Oh, there you are. I found em'!!!" Pippin called to everyone. \
Soon the fellowship appeared.
"Frodo, Adela, do not wander these woods alone. Orcs are about." Aragon said firmly.
Adela and Frodo nodded. Adela tried to get to her feet but made a small cry of pain and fell to her knees. Frodo knew she couldn't walk on that foot. Frodo supported Adela all the way back to camp. They walked in silence; for the near kiss was fresh in there mind. Frodo glanced at Adela, her face was beautiful. The moonlight danced across her pale feature. A small smile was on her face. When they arrived back at camp, Frodo helped Adela back to her sleeping spot.
"Thank you…" Adela said softly.
Frodo smiled and kissed her forehead.
"Goodnight, Adela."
"Goodnight, Mr. Underhill" Adela said with a small laugh.
Adela soon found herself in a peaceful sleep, but it wouldn't be so peaceful if she had known what was yet to come…….To be continued.
The fellowship continued there wary journey. Night fell and they had to camp out. They came upon a good place to camp on the edge of the forest. There was a stream right near by.
They could not risk a fire so they ate what ever they could raw. Adela did not eat, nor did she talk. She propped herself up against a tree and stared at the stream, she seemed as though not there. Adela volunteered to keep watch the night, they disagreed, wanting her to get her rest but Adela wouldn't. Frodo stirred from his deep sleep. He sat up and looked around.
"Can you not sleep?" a voice called to Frodo.
Frodo looked up to see Adela sharpening her daggers.
"Oh, Adela. No, its just I had a nightmare…." Frodo said as he stood up and walked over to Adela.
Adela did not look up from her sharpening. "You should go back to sleep, you need your rest"
"I believe you are the one who should be getting to sleep." Frodo said crouching down by her.
Adela looked up at Frodo "I made a promise to protect you, and am not tired." She lied.
"You look very tired." Frodo said searching her eyes.
"Well I'm not." Adela growled as she got up and walked over to the stream. She splashed the cold water on her face, trying to wake herself up.
Frodo looked surprised and concerned. He got up and walked over to Adele, who had sat down by the stream looking out into the far distance. Frodo sat down next to her and starred at her, searching for an answer, any answer.
Adela began to speak her voice shaky:
"I fear to sleep, I am afraid."
"Why? Do you fear nightmares?" Frodo asked.
"No…I fear that if I sleep I may never wake up again, I feel death creeping along every horizon, waiting for it to make its attack."
"It won't attack, no, not unless you let it, not unless you give up." Frodo said grabbing her hand.
"I fear the ring has taken me as well….I feel weak to its power."
Frodo frowned. He grabbed her by the shoulders and turned her so they were face to face.
"No, I will not lose you to the ring, you can't give in!"
Adela got up to walk away; Frodo jumped to his feet and grabbed her arm not letting her go.
"You said I was weak. But you, you've fallen to the rings power, you're weak." Frodo said harshly.
Adela's lip quivered, Adela took the chance, and she pulled out of Frodo's grip and ran in to the dark forest. She didn't care where she was going, she couldn't even tell, the tears were blurring her vision.
Frodo didn't take a moments thought, he ran after her.
Adela knew he was following, but when she turned around to see how far ahead she was she tripped over a tree root and sprained her ankle. Frodo had gotten to her. Adela pulled herself up as he drew closer, but her ankle hurt too much. Adela was about to fall, when Frodo caught her, wrapping his arms around her back.
"Your right, I'm weak…" Adela said her voice trembled as tears glassed her eyes.
Frodo again searched her eyes before pulling her into an embrace.
"I don't want to lose you to the ring as well." Frodo whispered into her ear.
Adela sank down to the ground; her ankle pained her to much to stand. Frodo knelt down to check her ankle, red blood trickled down her ankle. Frodo frowned.
"I'm okay…" Adela said turning from Frodo's gaze.
"It's a bad sprain." Frodo said as her tore a part of his cloak and wrapped it around the wound. When Frodo looked up from her ankle he found there lips were only inches apart. Adela starred into Frodo's eyes, Frodo did the same. Frodo slowly moved closer. There lips would have met, but footsteps approached, breaking there gaze. Pippin came running over to them.
"Oh, there you are. I found em'!!!" Pippin called to everyone. \
Soon the fellowship appeared.
"Frodo, Adela, do not wander these woods alone. Orcs are about." Aragon said firmly.
Adela and Frodo nodded. Adela tried to get to her feet but made a small cry of pain and fell to her knees. Frodo knew she couldn't walk on that foot. Frodo supported Adela all the way back to camp. They walked in silence; for the near kiss was fresh in there mind. Frodo glanced at Adela, her face was beautiful. The moonlight danced across her pale feature. A small smile was on her face. When they arrived back at camp, Frodo helped Adela back to her sleeping spot.
"Thank you…" Adela said softly.
Frodo smiled and kissed her forehead.
"Goodnight, Adela."
"Goodnight, Mr. Underhill" Adela said with a small laugh.
Adela soon found herself in a peaceful sleep, but it wouldn't be so peaceful if she had known what was yet to come…….To be continued.