Lament - by Cunien.

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-Thank you my nice little hobbitses!



Summary: There's magic here, right down deep, where you can't lay your hands on it.' - The legendary Samwise Gamgee.

Disclaimer:
Things I Would Do If I Owned Lord Of The Rings -
2. Ask Legolas how he gets his hair so shiny, smooth and tangle- free, despite Orc attacks, snow storms and hair-singeing Balrogs.
(I'd then reveal this age old secret to everyone kind enough to review - a secret passed down from generation to generation of beautiful smooth haired elves - see how I'm resorting to bribes?)


Chapter 3 - Beside the Falls of Nimrodel.

I cannot sit around and do nothing - look at the little ones - their hearts are breaking!

But if Sam dies, will the Ringbearer go on without him? I do not think he would have the heart to.

Then who will take the ring?
Will we all come to ruin? Will it all have been in vain?

But this quest is folly to begin with!

Perhaps it is for the best.


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The weak sunlight sparkled brilliantly in the dancing waters of the Nimrodel, where the company halted to rest. Aragorn had carried Sam's prone form on his back for many miles, until he had tired and handed him to Legolas. His heart warned against trusting Boromir.

The elf lay Sam down gently, beside the little singing stream. Catching the clear water in his cupped hands and letting Sam drink, Legolas then began to bathe the young hobbit's fevered brow, in hope of bringing down his raging temperature.

The athelas had helped a little, banishing some of the pain and hallucinations, and Sam had rested peacefully for the rest of the night, but was fast beginning to sicken again. They had left in the early light of dawn, following the Silverlode and reaching the eaves of the wood by mid-morning.

said Legolas, Rest, bathe your feet, for it is said that the water is healing to the weary. I think it does Sam some good too.

It did seem to be helping him, and Frodo noticed with relief that a little colour was returning to Sam's face. He let his feet dangle from the banks into the running water of the Nimrodel, and soon felt that the stain of travel and all weariness was washed from his limbs. Hope, bright and clear like the river, began to fill his mind once more.

It shamed him that it had ever left. Sam never gave up hope when I lay ill. It suddenly seemed very silly to him, to ever give up hope on anything - for then how would things ever work out - if no one is hoping for them? And how can Sam possibly recover if his best friend - above all others - does not believe it? To have faith in Sam's recovery was to have faith in Sam, Frodo decided.

And he did have faith in Sam.

I won't let go of hope again. No matter how dark things seem. he whispered to himself.

What's that Frodo? asked Merry, who was sitting nearby, splashing his feet in the water.

Frodo answer was cut off when Sam began to murmur, but it wasn't the fitful stirrings that had troubled him before.

he called weakly.
Yes Sam, I'm here. Frodo dashed over to his friend, Merry and Pippin close on his heels.

I dreamt a very strange dream Frodo. I was away on a boat, with elves, and going to their land. Sam said in a little voice. He closed his eyes and smiled,
And I missed them so - my Elanor and Goldilocks and all the other little ones....

Pippin looked questioningly at Frodo, who shrugged in answer, frowning.

Must be hallucinating again.

TBC...

Sorry the chapters are so short and uneventful, and that this one is a little later.
Trust me, there will be more Pippin pain later, amongst other things.

There won't be another till the weekend now, because I have my AS exam results tomorrow, and I shall be crying in sorrow/joy, then drowning my sorrow/celebrating my joy tomorrow night, thus leaving me in a state similar to Sam's in this chapter, eg. not an ideal state to write in.

Little clues as to possible later stuff in this one if anyone catches them.

And if you haven't read the appendices of LotR, then you may not understand Sam's significant name dropping.
(I thought it might be cool if he was some kind of a seer' - I've heard them mentioned somewhere in the Silmarillion I think.)

Right, I'm off to watch Cagney and Lacey' - Cunien x.x.x
P.S. Wish me luck for my results! Gaah! (there's always re-sits)