Ok, here's chapter 5! Sorry it's taken so long. Oh, and I lied in my
reviews thingy. They probably are gong to end up together, as in in love .
. . Not anytime soon, I don't think, but I'm warning you ahead of time. And
I guess I am falling prey to the Mary-Sue virus, sort of. Sorry. Now w/o
further ado, chapter 5!
Oh yeah, and the disclaimer: I don't own it, ok?
We had been riding for a few hours, and the sun had risen to the top of the sky. Frodo had said little. He seemed afraid of the knowledge that I had of his future, and afraid that things weren't going as they were supposed to. But he had every reason to be afraid, I thought. How would I feel if someone I didn't know dropped into my world, accompanied by some crazy fans who were in love with me, and then told me that my timeline was all messed up? I wouldn't be happy, anyway.
I wondered what would happen on our little journey to Minas Tirith. Frodo had stopped questioning how I knew things, and just took for granted that he had a "Prophetess" along with him. But the truth was, all that I knew was what had been in the books. I knew nothing about what was happening now, and I had no idea whether or not our journey would be peaceful.
We had left the Shire a little while ago. I had gotten to see things that I had never thought I really would: like the Hedge, and the Old Forest off to the side. We'd taken the Road; I figured Frodo would most likely see enough of it later in his life. And also, I didn't have a key to Merry's secret entrance. So we took the Road, as it wasn't really necessary to hide our departure, although we did receive some strange looks. The other hobbits we had passed seemed to be surprised at seeing Frodo Baggins with one of the Big Folk. Of course, with Bilbo's reputation for being strange, it wasn't too unfathomable that Frodo should be strange, and un-hobbitish as well.
I felt bad for putting him in this position, even though I knew it hadn't really been my fault that the fangirls and I had fallen into Middle- Earth. And I also felt guilty for hiding my feelings for him. I knew that I would be looked upon as another crazed fangirl if he knew I loved him, but as it was Frodo I loved, he did have a right to know . . . . One of these days, maybe once this is all cleared up, he'll know, I promised myself. Oh, Frodo . . . my thoughts faded off.
Frodo looked over at me, and for a minute there, I was afraid that I had said something out loud. But he didn't seem to have any idea of the debate that was going on inside my head, because he said, "Laurelyn? Er . . . is it lunchtime yet?" I laughed, as food had been very far from my mind. But hobbits did like food, and of course Frodo would be hungry. "Sure," I agreed. "Now's as good a time as any for lunch, and if you're hungry, Frodo, then we have all the more reason to eat."
Halting the ponies, Frodo and I had lunch; or rather he had lunch and I had a drink of water. It was a habit of mine to skip lunch, and I saw no reason to discontinue the habit. I'd eat when I was hungry. Anyways, that meant we'd have more supplies to last longer. As Frodo finished his lunch, I picked up our stuff. The sky was gathering clouds, and I wondered if it would rain. I hoped not; that would make traveling miserable if it did, and we'd most likely end up stopping to get out of the weather. I did not like that idea. I hadn't told Frodo, but I really was afraid of what could happen because of the messed-up-timeline issue. I wanted to reach Minas Tirith, and quickly, to talk with Gandalf about this issue. I was pretty sure now that that was where he was, too; I could recall vaguely something in the appendixes like that.
Having finished his lunch, Frodo got up. He saw me looking at the sky, and said, "Is it just me, or does it look like there might be rain?" I nodded. "It's not just you, Frodo. I'm thinking we had better hurry along and make some distance in case it does rain." He picked up the last of our things, and tied them back onto the ponies. "Yes," he said. "We should try and go quickly, and hopefully reach some stopping point or shelter, either by nightfall or by the time this rain comes, whichever happens first. It might not even rain, but it's better to be safe than sorry." He pulled himself up onto his pony, and I couldn't help but think that he was so cute . . . I gave myself a mental slap on the face, and mounted my own pony. Riding forward, we set off once more.
**Later**
The rain clouds that before had been a rather distant threat were now ugly and dominated the sky, turning it black, save for the occasional lightning bolt knifing through, and the menacing rolls of thunder following. It had grown cold, and Frodo and I were both riding as quickly as our ponies would go. I was shivering, and Frodo looked as though he also could do with a sweater. I wished I'd brought one for him, but we had nothing in the way of warmth.
No sooner had I thought this than a large raindrop splattered down onto my face. "Frodo," I said, "It's started raining . . ." He looked like that phrase had been the straw that broke the camel's back. "Oh," he said. The rain started to fall harder, and within seconds it was hard to see through the falling water. "I see what you mean," Frodo added dryly (a/n: sorry, bad pun). I was soaked through, and Frodo was, too.
Dimly through the sheets of rain I could see a light far in the distance. I was about to point it out to Frodo, but he beat me to it. "Laurelyn," he said, "I think there's a light ahead." "Something . . ." I replied, and shivered again. I hated being wet and cold, and all I wanted right then was to be warm and dry again. But I won't take comfort if Frodo isn't warm and dry as well . . . I have to put this love out of my mind, I'm driving myself crazy, I thought. We urged our ponies forward in an effort to get to some sort of shelter, but as we did so, the light ahead flickered and went out. Desperately, Frodo called out, "Laurelyn, there's a tree over here, it's raining less under it . . ." "All right," I replied, and I followed his voice. As I rode under the boughs of the tree, I could indeed feel the rain lessen to just an occasional drop. Looking around, I could see Frodo now than rain no longer blurred my vision. He had dismounted his pony, and he stood on the ground next to the tree trunk. He looked like he'd been thrown in a lake; his dark curls were waterlogged and his clothes were soaking. I got off my pony as well, and walked over to him. "Well," I said, "I guess this is where we're waiting out the storm."
After we ate dinner, Frodo leaned against the tree. He looked exhausted, and he was shivering violently. I felt bad for having warmed up. I watched as Frodo's eyelids slowly closed, and he fell quietly asleep. Frodo . . . I love you, I thought. He still shivered, and, lacking anything dry to warm him up with, I sat down next to him. Wrapping my arms around him in an attempt to warm him up, I could feel his heartbeat. I had to resist leaning over and kissing him. I love you, Frodo, I thought again. And I fell asleep, my arms around Frodo, with those words running through my thoughts.
Oh yeah, and the disclaimer: I don't own it, ok?
We had been riding for a few hours, and the sun had risen to the top of the sky. Frodo had said little. He seemed afraid of the knowledge that I had of his future, and afraid that things weren't going as they were supposed to. But he had every reason to be afraid, I thought. How would I feel if someone I didn't know dropped into my world, accompanied by some crazy fans who were in love with me, and then told me that my timeline was all messed up? I wouldn't be happy, anyway.
I wondered what would happen on our little journey to Minas Tirith. Frodo had stopped questioning how I knew things, and just took for granted that he had a "Prophetess" along with him. But the truth was, all that I knew was what had been in the books. I knew nothing about what was happening now, and I had no idea whether or not our journey would be peaceful.
We had left the Shire a little while ago. I had gotten to see things that I had never thought I really would: like the Hedge, and the Old Forest off to the side. We'd taken the Road; I figured Frodo would most likely see enough of it later in his life. And also, I didn't have a key to Merry's secret entrance. So we took the Road, as it wasn't really necessary to hide our departure, although we did receive some strange looks. The other hobbits we had passed seemed to be surprised at seeing Frodo Baggins with one of the Big Folk. Of course, with Bilbo's reputation for being strange, it wasn't too unfathomable that Frodo should be strange, and un-hobbitish as well.
I felt bad for putting him in this position, even though I knew it hadn't really been my fault that the fangirls and I had fallen into Middle- Earth. And I also felt guilty for hiding my feelings for him. I knew that I would be looked upon as another crazed fangirl if he knew I loved him, but as it was Frodo I loved, he did have a right to know . . . . One of these days, maybe once this is all cleared up, he'll know, I promised myself. Oh, Frodo . . . my thoughts faded off.
Frodo looked over at me, and for a minute there, I was afraid that I had said something out loud. But he didn't seem to have any idea of the debate that was going on inside my head, because he said, "Laurelyn? Er . . . is it lunchtime yet?" I laughed, as food had been very far from my mind. But hobbits did like food, and of course Frodo would be hungry. "Sure," I agreed. "Now's as good a time as any for lunch, and if you're hungry, Frodo, then we have all the more reason to eat."
Halting the ponies, Frodo and I had lunch; or rather he had lunch and I had a drink of water. It was a habit of mine to skip lunch, and I saw no reason to discontinue the habit. I'd eat when I was hungry. Anyways, that meant we'd have more supplies to last longer. As Frodo finished his lunch, I picked up our stuff. The sky was gathering clouds, and I wondered if it would rain. I hoped not; that would make traveling miserable if it did, and we'd most likely end up stopping to get out of the weather. I did not like that idea. I hadn't told Frodo, but I really was afraid of what could happen because of the messed-up-timeline issue. I wanted to reach Minas Tirith, and quickly, to talk with Gandalf about this issue. I was pretty sure now that that was where he was, too; I could recall vaguely something in the appendixes like that.
Having finished his lunch, Frodo got up. He saw me looking at the sky, and said, "Is it just me, or does it look like there might be rain?" I nodded. "It's not just you, Frodo. I'm thinking we had better hurry along and make some distance in case it does rain." He picked up the last of our things, and tied them back onto the ponies. "Yes," he said. "We should try and go quickly, and hopefully reach some stopping point or shelter, either by nightfall or by the time this rain comes, whichever happens first. It might not even rain, but it's better to be safe than sorry." He pulled himself up onto his pony, and I couldn't help but think that he was so cute . . . I gave myself a mental slap on the face, and mounted my own pony. Riding forward, we set off once more.
**Later**
The rain clouds that before had been a rather distant threat were now ugly and dominated the sky, turning it black, save for the occasional lightning bolt knifing through, and the menacing rolls of thunder following. It had grown cold, and Frodo and I were both riding as quickly as our ponies would go. I was shivering, and Frodo looked as though he also could do with a sweater. I wished I'd brought one for him, but we had nothing in the way of warmth.
No sooner had I thought this than a large raindrop splattered down onto my face. "Frodo," I said, "It's started raining . . ." He looked like that phrase had been the straw that broke the camel's back. "Oh," he said. The rain started to fall harder, and within seconds it was hard to see through the falling water. "I see what you mean," Frodo added dryly (a/n: sorry, bad pun). I was soaked through, and Frodo was, too.
Dimly through the sheets of rain I could see a light far in the distance. I was about to point it out to Frodo, but he beat me to it. "Laurelyn," he said, "I think there's a light ahead." "Something . . ." I replied, and shivered again. I hated being wet and cold, and all I wanted right then was to be warm and dry again. But I won't take comfort if Frodo isn't warm and dry as well . . . I have to put this love out of my mind, I'm driving myself crazy, I thought. We urged our ponies forward in an effort to get to some sort of shelter, but as we did so, the light ahead flickered and went out. Desperately, Frodo called out, "Laurelyn, there's a tree over here, it's raining less under it . . ." "All right," I replied, and I followed his voice. As I rode under the boughs of the tree, I could indeed feel the rain lessen to just an occasional drop. Looking around, I could see Frodo now than rain no longer blurred my vision. He had dismounted his pony, and he stood on the ground next to the tree trunk. He looked like he'd been thrown in a lake; his dark curls were waterlogged and his clothes were soaking. I got off my pony as well, and walked over to him. "Well," I said, "I guess this is where we're waiting out the storm."
After we ate dinner, Frodo leaned against the tree. He looked exhausted, and he was shivering violently. I felt bad for having warmed up. I watched as Frodo's eyelids slowly closed, and he fell quietly asleep. Frodo . . . I love you, I thought. He still shivered, and, lacking anything dry to warm him up with, I sat down next to him. Wrapping my arms around him in an attempt to warm him up, I could feel his heartbeat. I had to resist leaning over and kissing him. I love you, Frodo, I thought again. And I fell asleep, my arms around Frodo, with those words running through my thoughts.