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A/n: Okay, hopefully this'll be longer than the last one. Anyways . . . um, I know that they must have been pretty well out of the way to be heading to Rivendell instead of Minas Tirith, but I don't really care, they're going to Rivendell first.
Dedication: This chapter is for WaterShadow and Zephyr, for your persistence in reading this and getting me to update the thing. I'm SO sorry it took me so long, really I am. And also: Thank you for reading it and liking it, geez, I didn't know I had fans! It means a lot to me. Hantalyë!
We had journeyed long in silence that day, and the next. We'd passed through Bree, but we hadn't stopped long there. We asked for news, though. Nothing seemed important in the current happenings, but for one odd thing: There was talk of a "disturbance" in the Shire. I wondered what that could possibly be, but I didn't think that it could be a threat. The thought of the fangirls we'd left behind popped up, but I brushed it off impatiently. I wanted to get going, and reach Rivendell as soon as we could. At this rate we'd need more supplies before crossing the Hithaeglir, and I also wanted Elrond's advice for our situation. I didn't want to linger anywhere either, for fear that I might be noticed more than just being "Oh, hello" -ed, and that someone might ask questions I couldn't answer, like where I was from. The last thing I needed was to give Frodo more information that could screw up the War of the Ring later. Frodo. I was having enough trouble keeping myself from going crazy; it was just too much, almost. Knowing that now was NOT at all the right time to say anything about love, not under the circumstances which I had come to Middle-Earth under, with the rest of the Frodo Fans And Lovers Club . . . and anyways, there was no way anything could work out between us, or so I kept telling myself. But, oh, Eru, I loved him so much! It was around mid-afternoon, and we had stopped by a stream to rest and let our ponies drink. Frodo and I talked some; small talk, which I was never any good at. I felt like a liar, almost, trying to keep my mouth shut, and not say anything I shouldn't. The sun was bright, and the sky was blue and nearly cloudless . . . it was, to put it simply, a beautiful day. Nobody had ever told me Middle- earth was this pretty, that was for sure. Suddenly, after a moment of silence in our conversation, Frodo spoke again. "Laurelyn?" he asked me. "What?" I answered. He seemed almost afraid. "Laurelyn, I think we should get out of here . . ." he continued, and stood up. I had no idea what the problem was, but by now he was shaking, and I thought that there must be something wrong, even if I felt nothing. I stood up also. "Come on then," I said. Grabbing our bundles of food and throwing our saddles back onto our mounts, Frodo and I were quickly back on the road. And suddenly I was reminded of the scene in the movie where Frodo had known to get off the road right before the Black Rider approached. His intuition couldn't be all that bad; I had no idea what had frightened him, but I was glad I had trusted him. Then, out of the blue, everything seemed to ripple: The scenery, the road before me, Frodo, and everything shook. I heard a loud crash like a cymbal clanging in an orchestra from somewhere behind me, and someone screamed, probably me. And just as suddenly as it had changed, everything went back to normal. Frodo looked at me, and I looked over at him. "Do you have any idea what . . .?" I began to ask him. Frodo shook his head. "I've no idea. All I know is that I knew we had to move away from where we were . . ." He was still shaking, although now it seemed to be more from surprise than fear. At the mention of the stream we had left behind, I turned around to look and see if anything had happened to it. Something had. There was no stream, no rocks, no nothing. The quiet little clearing we had stooped in was gone; in its place was solid forest. I gasped; we should have been able to see the spot from where we were, it had been right by the road. And from the look of astonishment on Frodo's face, I supposed he must also see the absence of our resting place. And now it was my turn to shiver. What on earth - what in Middle- earth was going on?
*Grins* What is going on? Review and tell me what you think of this chapter, maybe, please, pretty please with a cherry on top? Flames will be used to cook gourmet food for my beloved Frodo; anyways, if you're going to flame, please tell me what it is that you don't like, otherwise there isn't much I can do about it for you. Thanx! ~The Author.
A/n: Okay, hopefully this'll be longer than the last one. Anyways . . . um, I know that they must have been pretty well out of the way to be heading to Rivendell instead of Minas Tirith, but I don't really care, they're going to Rivendell first.
Dedication: This chapter is for WaterShadow and Zephyr, for your persistence in reading this and getting me to update the thing. I'm SO sorry it took me so long, really I am. And also: Thank you for reading it and liking it, geez, I didn't know I had fans! It means a lot to me. Hantalyë!
We had journeyed long in silence that day, and the next. We'd passed through Bree, but we hadn't stopped long there. We asked for news, though. Nothing seemed important in the current happenings, but for one odd thing: There was talk of a "disturbance" in the Shire. I wondered what that could possibly be, but I didn't think that it could be a threat. The thought of the fangirls we'd left behind popped up, but I brushed it off impatiently. I wanted to get going, and reach Rivendell as soon as we could. At this rate we'd need more supplies before crossing the Hithaeglir, and I also wanted Elrond's advice for our situation. I didn't want to linger anywhere either, for fear that I might be noticed more than just being "Oh, hello" -ed, and that someone might ask questions I couldn't answer, like where I was from. The last thing I needed was to give Frodo more information that could screw up the War of the Ring later. Frodo. I was having enough trouble keeping myself from going crazy; it was just too much, almost. Knowing that now was NOT at all the right time to say anything about love, not under the circumstances which I had come to Middle-Earth under, with the rest of the Frodo Fans And Lovers Club . . . and anyways, there was no way anything could work out between us, or so I kept telling myself. But, oh, Eru, I loved him so much! It was around mid-afternoon, and we had stopped by a stream to rest and let our ponies drink. Frodo and I talked some; small talk, which I was never any good at. I felt like a liar, almost, trying to keep my mouth shut, and not say anything I shouldn't. The sun was bright, and the sky was blue and nearly cloudless . . . it was, to put it simply, a beautiful day. Nobody had ever told me Middle- earth was this pretty, that was for sure. Suddenly, after a moment of silence in our conversation, Frodo spoke again. "Laurelyn?" he asked me. "What?" I answered. He seemed almost afraid. "Laurelyn, I think we should get out of here . . ." he continued, and stood up. I had no idea what the problem was, but by now he was shaking, and I thought that there must be something wrong, even if I felt nothing. I stood up also. "Come on then," I said. Grabbing our bundles of food and throwing our saddles back onto our mounts, Frodo and I were quickly back on the road. And suddenly I was reminded of the scene in the movie where Frodo had known to get off the road right before the Black Rider approached. His intuition couldn't be all that bad; I had no idea what had frightened him, but I was glad I had trusted him. Then, out of the blue, everything seemed to ripple: The scenery, the road before me, Frodo, and everything shook. I heard a loud crash like a cymbal clanging in an orchestra from somewhere behind me, and someone screamed, probably me. And just as suddenly as it had changed, everything went back to normal. Frodo looked at me, and I looked over at him. "Do you have any idea what . . .?" I began to ask him. Frodo shook his head. "I've no idea. All I know is that I knew we had to move away from where we were . . ." He was still shaking, although now it seemed to be more from surprise than fear. At the mention of the stream we had left behind, I turned around to look and see if anything had happened to it. Something had. There was no stream, no rocks, no nothing. The quiet little clearing we had stooped in was gone; in its place was solid forest. I gasped; we should have been able to see the spot from where we were, it had been right by the road. And from the look of astonishment on Frodo's face, I supposed he must also see the absence of our resting place. And now it was my turn to shiver. What on earth - what in Middle- earth was going on?
*Grins* What is going on? Review and tell me what you think of this chapter, maybe, please, pretty please with a cherry on top? Flames will be used to cook gourmet food for my beloved Frodo; anyways, if you're going to flame, please tell me what it is that you don't like, otherwise there isn't much I can do about it for you. Thanx! ~The Author.