~ I tried to make each person's lines as accurate as possible, but I still
could not get it exactly. I had to watch the scenes of the movie on video
over and over again on my TV, and even then I could not quite hear what
they are saying. Their voices are so soft! Well, I tried the best I can.
This is the second to last chapter, pplz. Review more before the end comes, and then it will be done... finished... el fin.
Chapter 5: The Great River
We set sail the next morning. If we wanted to destroy the ring, we must leave early. I one of those to paddle, which I did not mind. The hobbits or the dwarf surely cannot paddle because of their size, no offense to them. I looked back to see Galadriel raise her arm in farewell and in reassurance. We definitely needed it.
We have been riding for an hour now, but my arms were not tired. I was more worried about the others, especially the hobbits, who looked tired. My ears then picked up a sound from my left side. It sounded like... footprints. Heavy footprints, as if they were trampling along to get to somwhere in haste. I turned to see if I could see anything, but the trees of the woods were so dense I could not see past the third row of trees. I frowned. I knew something was out there, but I did not know what. Were they after us? I bet they were. Why else would there be many footsteps in rapid motion as if pursuing? Narrowing my eyes, I kept the sounds in mind and continued on. When we stop, I will tell Aragorn of my findings.
As we traveled down the great river, we passed through two great statues. They were gigantic, like two great mountains carved into shapes of armored men. They had their arms outstretched before them, and looking out to the distance as if keeping intruders out. I started wondering who, or what, made these great beings. They were carefully and skillfully carved into armored soldiers, and they looked almost real and I was ready to obey their commands and turn back.
But we continued on past them. We stopped by the shore of the sea and hid our boats. We would not want anyone to take them now, would we?
While the others were busy unpacking and resting, I went up a little further up the bank and gazed around. Something was out there. And they were after us, I knew it. Although I could not see nothing, I could sense them. They seemed dangerous, and I felt that we should not stay here.
I turned and hurried over to Aragorn.
"We should leave now," I said to him.
"No. Orcs patrol the eastern shore. We must wait for the cover of darkness," Aragorn waved it off.
Aragorn did not get it. "It is not the eastern shore that worries me. A shadow and a threat has been growing in my mind. Something draws near." I turned to him. "I can feel it."
I could see that Aragorn did not quite believe me. But he I could see he took it into consideration.
"Where's Frodo?" Merry asked all of a sudden.
Everyone looked around. Horrified, I looked around as well. Frodo was not there. And neither was Boromir. Don't tell me... He wouldn't... Oh, no.
"Split up," Aragorn commanded. "It will be more efficient to find them that way."
I agree. Gimli went with me as we rushed into the woods to find the halfling and the man.
"Where could that halfling be?" Gimli muttered. "He would not be dumb enought to wander off alone, would he?"
"He wanted time for himself," I guessed. "I believe that Boromir followed him."
"Whatever for?" Gimli asked. "I know Boromir is fond of the hobbits, but I do not trust him with Frodo."
"I do not either, my friend," I agreed.
Gimli stopped, and I turned to him, puzzled at why he stopped.
"Did you call me 'friend?'" Gimli asked.
I smiled at him. "If you are offended at me calling you that, Master Dwarf, then I shall cease-"
"No, no," Gimli said hurriedly. "I do not mind at at, elf friend."
We grinned at each other and started running in search for the hobbit and the man that I felt could not be trusted. I surely hope he would not do anything to the hobbit.
I then spotted orcs at the distance near a broken down structure. They seemed to be fighting something, or someone. Aragorn!
"Come, Gimli!" I cried. As we ran towards the platform, I pulled out an arrow and notched it, prepared. When we reached Aragorn, I let the arrow fly. Grabbing another one, I fired it. I turned to see an orc almost on top of me, ready to pounce onto me. I grabbed an arrow and stabbed him in the face. Turning, I see an orc rushing to me. I wouldn't want a good arrow to go to waste, so I lifted my bow and arrow and fired it right into his heart. Another one came up at me, and I fired at him. Another one? And yet another. This was by far the fastest shooting I have ever done, and I was slightly proud of myself. I guess my skills were better than I thought. Of course, I had a lot of practice along the quest of the ring.
I looked up as I heard the Horn of Gondor. Boromir!
Looking at Aragorn and Gimli, we all looked at each other for a moment before running towards the sound. Boromir only blew the horn if there was great danger, and we feared for the safety of the hobbits. We ran into more orcs, and we could not get past them without fighting and killing them.
"Go on, Aragorn!" I said. "We will ward them off and join you later."
Aragorn nodded and continued running towards the sound of the Horn. Gimli and I stayed to fight off the orcs. There were so many of them, but we were determined to defeat them. They dared to pursue us and try to stop us, and they will pay for it dearly.
~ Sorries for a shorter chapter than usual. The next chapter is the last one, that's why, and I'm saving all the good stuff (well, good, being a relative term) for last. Review!!
This is the second to last chapter, pplz. Review more before the end comes, and then it will be done... finished... el fin.
Chapter 5: The Great River
We set sail the next morning. If we wanted to destroy the ring, we must leave early. I one of those to paddle, which I did not mind. The hobbits or the dwarf surely cannot paddle because of their size, no offense to them. I looked back to see Galadriel raise her arm in farewell and in reassurance. We definitely needed it.
We have been riding for an hour now, but my arms were not tired. I was more worried about the others, especially the hobbits, who looked tired. My ears then picked up a sound from my left side. It sounded like... footprints. Heavy footprints, as if they were trampling along to get to somwhere in haste. I turned to see if I could see anything, but the trees of the woods were so dense I could not see past the third row of trees. I frowned. I knew something was out there, but I did not know what. Were they after us? I bet they were. Why else would there be many footsteps in rapid motion as if pursuing? Narrowing my eyes, I kept the sounds in mind and continued on. When we stop, I will tell Aragorn of my findings.
As we traveled down the great river, we passed through two great statues. They were gigantic, like two great mountains carved into shapes of armored men. They had their arms outstretched before them, and looking out to the distance as if keeping intruders out. I started wondering who, or what, made these great beings. They were carefully and skillfully carved into armored soldiers, and they looked almost real and I was ready to obey their commands and turn back.
But we continued on past them. We stopped by the shore of the sea and hid our boats. We would not want anyone to take them now, would we?
While the others were busy unpacking and resting, I went up a little further up the bank and gazed around. Something was out there. And they were after us, I knew it. Although I could not see nothing, I could sense them. They seemed dangerous, and I felt that we should not stay here.
I turned and hurried over to Aragorn.
"We should leave now," I said to him.
"No. Orcs patrol the eastern shore. We must wait for the cover of darkness," Aragorn waved it off.
Aragorn did not get it. "It is not the eastern shore that worries me. A shadow and a threat has been growing in my mind. Something draws near." I turned to him. "I can feel it."
I could see that Aragorn did not quite believe me. But he I could see he took it into consideration.
"Where's Frodo?" Merry asked all of a sudden.
Everyone looked around. Horrified, I looked around as well. Frodo was not there. And neither was Boromir. Don't tell me... He wouldn't... Oh, no.
"Split up," Aragorn commanded. "It will be more efficient to find them that way."
I agree. Gimli went with me as we rushed into the woods to find the halfling and the man.
"Where could that halfling be?" Gimli muttered. "He would not be dumb enought to wander off alone, would he?"
"He wanted time for himself," I guessed. "I believe that Boromir followed him."
"Whatever for?" Gimli asked. "I know Boromir is fond of the hobbits, but I do not trust him with Frodo."
"I do not either, my friend," I agreed.
Gimli stopped, and I turned to him, puzzled at why he stopped.
"Did you call me 'friend?'" Gimli asked.
I smiled at him. "If you are offended at me calling you that, Master Dwarf, then I shall cease-"
"No, no," Gimli said hurriedly. "I do not mind at at, elf friend."
We grinned at each other and started running in search for the hobbit and the man that I felt could not be trusted. I surely hope he would not do anything to the hobbit.
I then spotted orcs at the distance near a broken down structure. They seemed to be fighting something, or someone. Aragorn!
"Come, Gimli!" I cried. As we ran towards the platform, I pulled out an arrow and notched it, prepared. When we reached Aragorn, I let the arrow fly. Grabbing another one, I fired it. I turned to see an orc almost on top of me, ready to pounce onto me. I grabbed an arrow and stabbed him in the face. Turning, I see an orc rushing to me. I wouldn't want a good arrow to go to waste, so I lifted my bow and arrow and fired it right into his heart. Another one came up at me, and I fired at him. Another one? And yet another. This was by far the fastest shooting I have ever done, and I was slightly proud of myself. I guess my skills were better than I thought. Of course, I had a lot of practice along the quest of the ring.
I looked up as I heard the Horn of Gondor. Boromir!
Looking at Aragorn and Gimli, we all looked at each other for a moment before running towards the sound. Boromir only blew the horn if there was great danger, and we feared for the safety of the hobbits. We ran into more orcs, and we could not get past them without fighting and killing them.
"Go on, Aragorn!" I said. "We will ward them off and join you later."
Aragorn nodded and continued running towards the sound of the Horn. Gimli and I stayed to fight off the orcs. There were so many of them, but we were determined to defeat them. They dared to pursue us and try to stop us, and they will pay for it dearly.
~ Sorries for a shorter chapter than usual. The next chapter is the last one, that's why, and I'm saving all the good stuff (well, good, being a relative term) for last. Review!!