The Lord of the Rings Lovers
Chapter 4: Missing"W-where's Sam?" Asked Rose, her face frozen.
Frodo spoke, "we don't know," he said, "one minute the pixies were closing in on us all and then Erelas came along-"
"Erelas?" Interrupted Rose.
"I am Erelas," said the Elf who was standing with the hobbits, "son of Thranduil."
"Anyway," continued Frodo, "when Erelas arrived the pixies went mad and in all the confusion Sam…disappeared."
'I bet they've taken him,' thought Rose, 'poor Sam. If only I'd stayed with him. How could I have been so stupid to run off like that!' Rose realised she had started to cry and wiped a tear from her cheek which had mingled with the blood from her wound. A sudden thought came back to her,
"Erelas…" she muttered to her self, "Son of Thranduil…Legolas' brother!" This last bit she said aloud.
"That is I," said Erelas, looking slightly bewildered. Rose blushed in embarressment and her thoughts turned, once again, back to Sam.
"What do we do now?" She said.
"I shall go and find this companion of yours," said Glorfindel, getting to his feet, "meanwhile, it is too dangerous for you to stay here. You must go with Erelas to the House of Mirkwood." They watched as Glorfindel set off into the deadly darkness in search of Sam.
"We had better get going if we are to make the House of Mirkwood by dawn," said Erelas, packing up some things. Rose didn't want to leave. It was dark, and dangerous, but she just couldn't leave without Sam. In the end she set off with Erelas and the hobbits rather reluctantly and kept looking over her shoulder in the hope of seeing Glorfindel returning with Sam. It was a sombre journey, even Merry and Pippin were quiet and no one spoke for a long time.
Meanwhile, in some other part of the forest, Sam stirred and opened his eyes. Everything was black. He struggled to his feet and brushed some leaves off his cloak. He felt around and found that he'd been lying next to a tree. Suddenly panic struck him. He was alone, lost, in the middle of a forest he didn't know, and it was pitch black. Where had everyone gone? One minute there were pixies surrounding them, and a lot of running and shouting and the next…this. Sam decided he must have hit his head on the tree in all the confusion and the pixies must have missed him lying there. But what was he to do now? He had no light and even if he did it was too dangerous to light a torch in case pixies were hiding in the trees and spotted him. He slumped down against the tree again.
"A right pickle you've got yourself into Samwise," he said to him self. Then he hesitated.
"No…Sean. I'm Sean, not Sam." His thoughts wondered back to the other hobbits and to Rose.
"I wonder if I'll ever see them again. I wonder if I'll ever see anyone again for that matter!" He sighed and looked up, resting his head against the tree. He could just make out the stars through the branches of trees and wished, not for the first time, that he was in the open and could see every star in the sky and wished that he wasn't stuck in this endless forest surrounded by thick, dark and tall trees. His thoughts were interrupted by the crunching of leaves. Sam jumped to his feet, startled. He couldn't see anything, but he could hear someone, or something approaching.
Sam backed up against the tree as far as he could and held his breath. The sound of crunching leaves grew louder and louder and then stopped a few feet away from where Sam was. The creature stooped and picked something up from the ground. There was deadly silence for a moment as if the creature was listening for something. Sam still didn't dare to breath. At length, the creature straightened up and called something in a language Sam had never heard before.
"Lóméa! Emoc! Ki uq!"
More crunching of leaves told Sam the creature was not alone.
"Tow si ti, Narchost?" Said the second creature. At this point Sam suddenly had the urge to sneeze.
'No, I mustn't,' he thought desperately, 'not now! Not here!'
Sam fought desperately to keep in his sneeze but it was simply no good.
"Tow saw that?!" cried one of the creatures, hearing Sam's sneeze. Sam, realising his danger, sidled as quickly and as silently as he could round the massive tree trunk, which was considerable quiet, even for a hobbit.
Both creatures immediately drew out weapons and advanced towards the tree. Sam was starting to sweat. What if they found him? Or worse, what if they caught him, and killed him right there and then? He'd never see his friends again. He'd never see Rose again. He had to do something, and fast. He could sense the creatures almost at the tree now. In a moment of panic Sam leapt away from the tree and ran, as fast as his hobbit legs could carry him. The two creatures heard him running and started after him screeching. The moment Sam heard their screeches he knew what they were. They were pixies. Pixies could run a lot faster than hobbits and they were gaining on him by the second. Sam dodged this way and that through the trees and despite it being pitch black not once did he trip over a tree root or a fallen branch. His speed was increasing but it was not the strength of his legs that was driving him. It was fear, fear of being caught, fear of never seeing his friends and family again. To Sam's amazement he heard the cries of the pixies fade away and eventually dissapear, but he did not stop running. However, he did not see what was ahead of him and ran headlong into it.
Sam cried aloud and tumbled backwards grasping desperately at the air. He fell to the ground with a thump.