Light came; light went, and still, they dared not to try and escape.
Tanth'Quiel nervously arose each morning to watch the sun rise, more dimmer
and dirtier with each passing day. Frodo would sleep till late; and as
Middle-Earth crumbled, he seemed to become stronger, gaining color into his
chalk-white face, and smiling and laughing. The connection was eerily
strong; and Tanth'Quiel never mentioned it, for firmly, she told herself,
it was never there.
Now, she stood on the brink of the huge lookout, staring at the aghast land before her. A cool breeze swayed her grimy hair; and with a wistful smile, she tugged it back. She couldn't remember the last time she had taken a bath, or ate properly, and all this contributed to the overall picture; they had to escape. Frodo too, had to leave Mordor as quickly as possible, or, he could once more diminish under Sauron's power. Turning, she searched for him.
He was in the far corner, sitting upright and looking past her to the sky. Fear pulsed in his eyes, she realized, upon closer inspection. His face was darkened by the shadows, tilted to the stray light that dared to venture so far into the gloom.
'Frodo?'
'Yes?' To Tanth'Quiel, his voice sounded as if it were breaking, and she longed to comfort him, though she did not know how.
'I think we should go.'
'What?' He averted his eyes to her, staring.
She was now walking; moving closer, yet shrinking back in his vision. Finally, she stood over him. 'Today, Frodo. We must leave Mordor as quickly as possible. I fear the cloak of night will not help much; we must hope for the best and run.'
Frodo said nothing. He pressed himself back against the wall, as if willing to disappear through it. She held out her hand, her voice soft. 'Come on. We'll do this together.'
It seemed like an eternity before he finally entwined his own fingers with hers, and stood, leaning heavily on her support. He was extremely thin, and still quite pale, and Tanth'Quiel realized; deathly afraid of what was coming.
'Together.'
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I know that this poor excuse for a chapter (Infact, I don't think it can even be called a chapter) no where near makes up for the huge time that I haven't written in, but I'll try and get more up soon!
Now, she stood on the brink of the huge lookout, staring at the aghast land before her. A cool breeze swayed her grimy hair; and with a wistful smile, she tugged it back. She couldn't remember the last time she had taken a bath, or ate properly, and all this contributed to the overall picture; they had to escape. Frodo too, had to leave Mordor as quickly as possible, or, he could once more diminish under Sauron's power. Turning, she searched for him.
He was in the far corner, sitting upright and looking past her to the sky. Fear pulsed in his eyes, she realized, upon closer inspection. His face was darkened by the shadows, tilted to the stray light that dared to venture so far into the gloom.
'Frodo?'
'Yes?' To Tanth'Quiel, his voice sounded as if it were breaking, and she longed to comfort him, though she did not know how.
'I think we should go.'
'What?' He averted his eyes to her, staring.
She was now walking; moving closer, yet shrinking back in his vision. Finally, she stood over him. 'Today, Frodo. We must leave Mordor as quickly as possible. I fear the cloak of night will not help much; we must hope for the best and run.'
Frodo said nothing. He pressed himself back against the wall, as if willing to disappear through it. She held out her hand, her voice soft. 'Come on. We'll do this together.'
It seemed like an eternity before he finally entwined his own fingers with hers, and stood, leaning heavily on her support. He was extremely thin, and still quite pale, and Tanth'Quiel realized; deathly afraid of what was coming.
'Together.'
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I know that this poor excuse for a chapter (Infact, I don't think it can even be called a chapter) no where near makes up for the huge time that I haven't written in, but I'll try and get more up soon!