A/N: Last chapter in the first book! Finally. The second part will be
written as soon as I memorize the second movie and reread the book so hang
in there. Please read and review.
THE BREAKING
Frodo raced down the mountain side away from the sounds of battle. He heard orcs coming and hid in a small hollow under a tree. A soft voice called, "Frodo! Over here! Hide here Frodo!" It was Merry and Pippin. Frodo shook his head sadly.
"What's he doing?" asked Pippin.
"He's leaving," said Merry.
"No!" cried Pippin springing up from their hiding place in an old log.
"Pippin! Get down!" cried Merry clambering after his cousin. Then there was a roar as the orcs spotted them. "Run Frodo! We'll hold them off!"
Frodo smiled past his tears and dashed off down the mountain. Behind him he heard Merry yelling, "Hey! Over here! Come on, over here!" Then they started running away from the direction Frodo had gone.
"It's working!" gasped Pippin.
"I know it's working! Run!" The two small hobbits ran as fast as they could but it wasn't enough. They were soon cornered by hundreds of orcs. Suddenly there was a flurry of movement on the outside of the ring of orcs. Will P. and Lyra were fighting their way through, trying to help Merry and Pippin. They fought bravely but it wasn't enough and the orcs soon had the four of them cornered again.
With a yell Boromir rushed the orcs, killing several with a single blow. He fought fiercely even though he was terribly outnumbered. Will P. slashed to the right and left with his knife and Merry and Pippin hacked with their swords. Then an orc came over the ridge with a bow in his hands and an arrow nocked on the string.
The orc took aim and fired the bolt at Boromir. It hit the man in the shoulder and he gasped and fell backwards. He stumbled a little shocked but he got over it and swung his sword again. Once more the orc nocked an arrow and let it fly. It hit Boromir in the side this time.
Boromir kept fighting but his strength was fading fast. The orc chieftain fired another arrow at the man and the third quarrel hit him in the chest. The others stopped fighting to try and help him but they were grabbed by the other orcs. Lyra and Will P. gasped as two orcs grabbed their dæmons but kept fighting to get free.
Once all the orcs had left with their hostages the head orc came to stand in front of the near-dead man. He raised his bow and was about to fire when Aragorn flew out of the bushes and attacked the orc.
Aragorn swung his sword in a huge arc but the orc had already brought up its weapon and blocked his blow. The orc took his shield and flung it at Aragorn pinning the man to a tree. Aragorn twisted trying to get out and he barely missed having his head severed when the orc sliced at it. On the ground he rolled and drew a dagger, stabbing it into the orc's leg. The orc roared in pain and pulled out the knife and threw it at Aragorn. He swung his sword and the dagger glanced off and flew into the trees. Aragorn got up and swung at the orc, chopping off its arm. The orc growled and lunged again but Aragorn was ready and plunged his sword into the orc's chest. With his only hand the orc pulled the sword into him in turn pulling Aragorn closer. At the last second Aragorn pulled the sword out and chopped off the orc's head. It went flying and the orc's body collapsed to the ground.
Aragorn ran to Boromir's side and reached for the arrows in the man's side.
"Leave them," gasped Boromir, "it is over. I have failed. I tried to take the Ring from Frodo and I let the orcs take the little ones."
"You fought bravely Boromir."
"Do not let the White City fall Aragorn."
"I promise you I will not let the White City fall. Nor our people fail."
"Our people. Our people. I would have followed you to the end. My brother. My captain. My king," and with those final words Boromir passed away.
Will S., Bran, Legolas, and Gimli walked into the clearing and watched in silence as the brave man of Gondor died. Will S. bowed his head and began to sing a soft lament he had learned at his church in he choir. His high choirboy's voice seemed to fill the clearing with sound. Legolas joined in adding his own words and Aragorn joined in too.
Through Rohan over fen and field where the long grass grows The West Wind comes walking, and about the walls it goes. 'What news from the West, O wandering wind, do you bring me tonight? Have you seen Boromir the Tall by moon or by starlight?' 'I saw him ride over seven streams, over waters wide and grey; I saw him walk in empty lands, until he passed away Into the shadows of the North. I saw him then no more. The North Wind may have heard the horn of the son of Denethor.' 'O Boromir! From the high walls westward I looked afar, But you came not from the empty lands where no men are.'
From the mouths of the Sea the South Wind flies, from the sandhills and the stones; The wailing of the gulls it bears, and at the gate it moans. 'What news from the South, O sighing wind, do you bring to me at eve? Where now is Boromir the Fair? He tarries and I grieve.' 'Ask not of me where he doth dwell - so many bones there lie On the white shores and the dark shores under the stormy sky; So many have passed down Anduin to find the flowing Sea. Ask of the North Wind news of them the North Wind sends to me!' 'O Boromir! Beyond the gate the seaward road runs south, But you came not with the wailing gulls from the grey sea's mouth.'
From the Gate of Kings the North Wind rides, and past the roaring falls; And clear and cold about the tower its loud horn calls. 'What news from the North, O mighty wind, do you bring to me today? What news of Boromir the Bold? For he is long away.' 'Beneath Amon Hen I heard his cry. There many foes he fought. His cloven shield, his broken sword, they do the water brought. His head so proud, his face so fair, his limbs they laid to rest; And Rauros, golden Rauros-falls, bore him upon it breast.' 'O Boromir! The Tower of Guard shall ever northward gaze To Rauros, golden Rauros-falls, until the end of days.'
When they had ended Bran sang a few lines from a Welsh lament.
At that moment Frodo reached the boats and threw his pack in before pushing it into the water and jumping in himself. He began to row and was several feet out when Sam burst from the woods and flung himself at the shore.
"Mr. Frodo!" he called.
"No Sam," whispered Frodo.
"Mr. Frodo! Wait for me!"
"I'm going to Mordor alone Sam!" cried Frodo, turning to look at his hobbit friend.
"Of course you are! And I'm coming with you!" yelled Sam as he starting into the water.
Frodo watched his friend, his fear mounting. "You can't swim Sam!" he called.
Sam kept walking and then the bottom fell away. He tried to kick but his heavy cloak held him down. "Sam!" yelled Frodo as he began to paddle back towards his friend.
Sam could feel darkness closing in on him when a hand grabbed his. He clutched at it; knowing it was his last chance.
Frodo pulled his friend into the boat and watched as Sam coughed and said, "I made a promise Mr. Frodo. A promise. 'Don't you leave him Samwise Gamgee.' And I don't mean to. I don't mean to."
"Oh Sam," said Frodo, touched. He reached out and gave Sam a hug. "Come on. Let's go."
Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli, Will and Bran sat on the beach. Aragorn had finished binding his wounds and Legolas was itching to be off. "Hurry," he said, "Sam and Frodo have reached the Eastern Shore."
Aragorn said nothing.
"You mean not to follow them then? Then it has all been in vain. The Fellowship has broken."
"Not if we hold true to each other," said Aragorn smiling at his companions. "We will not abandon Merry, Pippin, Will P., and Lyra to torment and death. Let's hunt some orc."
Gimli roared. Finally this was getting exciting. Aragorn leapt off through the woods after the orcs and the others followed.
Frodo and Sam stood on the edge of Emyn Muil. "I hope the others find a safer road," said Frodo looking towards Mordor. "I expect we'll never see the others again Sam."
"We may yet Mr. Frodo. We may yet."
Frodo smiled. "I'm glad you're with me Sam."
"So am I Mr. Frodo. So am I." And together the two small hobbits set off to destroy the Ring.
Galadriel, Harry, Ron, and Hermione stood around the Lady's mirror watching in shock as the battle unfolded. They watched Boromir die and Merry, Pippin, Lyra, and Will P. get taken by the orcs. They watched Frodo and Sam leave to go to Mordor and Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli, Will S., and Bran follow the orcs. When the vision ended Galadriel turned to the three young wizards. "It is as I feared," she said softly, "The Fellowship has broken."
--fin
A/N: Hope you liked my story. Please review. If you do I'll finish the second book sooner.
THE BREAKING
Frodo raced down the mountain side away from the sounds of battle. He heard orcs coming and hid in a small hollow under a tree. A soft voice called, "Frodo! Over here! Hide here Frodo!" It was Merry and Pippin. Frodo shook his head sadly.
"What's he doing?" asked Pippin.
"He's leaving," said Merry.
"No!" cried Pippin springing up from their hiding place in an old log.
"Pippin! Get down!" cried Merry clambering after his cousin. Then there was a roar as the orcs spotted them. "Run Frodo! We'll hold them off!"
Frodo smiled past his tears and dashed off down the mountain. Behind him he heard Merry yelling, "Hey! Over here! Come on, over here!" Then they started running away from the direction Frodo had gone.
"It's working!" gasped Pippin.
"I know it's working! Run!" The two small hobbits ran as fast as they could but it wasn't enough. They were soon cornered by hundreds of orcs. Suddenly there was a flurry of movement on the outside of the ring of orcs. Will P. and Lyra were fighting their way through, trying to help Merry and Pippin. They fought bravely but it wasn't enough and the orcs soon had the four of them cornered again.
With a yell Boromir rushed the orcs, killing several with a single blow. He fought fiercely even though he was terribly outnumbered. Will P. slashed to the right and left with his knife and Merry and Pippin hacked with their swords. Then an orc came over the ridge with a bow in his hands and an arrow nocked on the string.
The orc took aim and fired the bolt at Boromir. It hit the man in the shoulder and he gasped and fell backwards. He stumbled a little shocked but he got over it and swung his sword again. Once more the orc nocked an arrow and let it fly. It hit Boromir in the side this time.
Boromir kept fighting but his strength was fading fast. The orc chieftain fired another arrow at the man and the third quarrel hit him in the chest. The others stopped fighting to try and help him but they were grabbed by the other orcs. Lyra and Will P. gasped as two orcs grabbed their dæmons but kept fighting to get free.
Once all the orcs had left with their hostages the head orc came to stand in front of the near-dead man. He raised his bow and was about to fire when Aragorn flew out of the bushes and attacked the orc.
Aragorn swung his sword in a huge arc but the orc had already brought up its weapon and blocked his blow. The orc took his shield and flung it at Aragorn pinning the man to a tree. Aragorn twisted trying to get out and he barely missed having his head severed when the orc sliced at it. On the ground he rolled and drew a dagger, stabbing it into the orc's leg. The orc roared in pain and pulled out the knife and threw it at Aragorn. He swung his sword and the dagger glanced off and flew into the trees. Aragorn got up and swung at the orc, chopping off its arm. The orc growled and lunged again but Aragorn was ready and plunged his sword into the orc's chest. With his only hand the orc pulled the sword into him in turn pulling Aragorn closer. At the last second Aragorn pulled the sword out and chopped off the orc's head. It went flying and the orc's body collapsed to the ground.
Aragorn ran to Boromir's side and reached for the arrows in the man's side.
"Leave them," gasped Boromir, "it is over. I have failed. I tried to take the Ring from Frodo and I let the orcs take the little ones."
"You fought bravely Boromir."
"Do not let the White City fall Aragorn."
"I promise you I will not let the White City fall. Nor our people fail."
"Our people. Our people. I would have followed you to the end. My brother. My captain. My king," and with those final words Boromir passed away.
Will S., Bran, Legolas, and Gimli walked into the clearing and watched in silence as the brave man of Gondor died. Will S. bowed his head and began to sing a soft lament he had learned at his church in he choir. His high choirboy's voice seemed to fill the clearing with sound. Legolas joined in adding his own words and Aragorn joined in too.
Through Rohan over fen and field where the long grass grows The West Wind comes walking, and about the walls it goes. 'What news from the West, O wandering wind, do you bring me tonight? Have you seen Boromir the Tall by moon or by starlight?' 'I saw him ride over seven streams, over waters wide and grey; I saw him walk in empty lands, until he passed away Into the shadows of the North. I saw him then no more. The North Wind may have heard the horn of the son of Denethor.' 'O Boromir! From the high walls westward I looked afar, But you came not from the empty lands where no men are.'
From the mouths of the Sea the South Wind flies, from the sandhills and the stones; The wailing of the gulls it bears, and at the gate it moans. 'What news from the South, O sighing wind, do you bring to me at eve? Where now is Boromir the Fair? He tarries and I grieve.' 'Ask not of me where he doth dwell - so many bones there lie On the white shores and the dark shores under the stormy sky; So many have passed down Anduin to find the flowing Sea. Ask of the North Wind news of them the North Wind sends to me!' 'O Boromir! Beyond the gate the seaward road runs south, But you came not with the wailing gulls from the grey sea's mouth.'
From the Gate of Kings the North Wind rides, and past the roaring falls; And clear and cold about the tower its loud horn calls. 'What news from the North, O mighty wind, do you bring to me today? What news of Boromir the Bold? For he is long away.' 'Beneath Amon Hen I heard his cry. There many foes he fought. His cloven shield, his broken sword, they do the water brought. His head so proud, his face so fair, his limbs they laid to rest; And Rauros, golden Rauros-falls, bore him upon it breast.' 'O Boromir! The Tower of Guard shall ever northward gaze To Rauros, golden Rauros-falls, until the end of days.'
When they had ended Bran sang a few lines from a Welsh lament.
At that moment Frodo reached the boats and threw his pack in before pushing it into the water and jumping in himself. He began to row and was several feet out when Sam burst from the woods and flung himself at the shore.
"Mr. Frodo!" he called.
"No Sam," whispered Frodo.
"Mr. Frodo! Wait for me!"
"I'm going to Mordor alone Sam!" cried Frodo, turning to look at his hobbit friend.
"Of course you are! And I'm coming with you!" yelled Sam as he starting into the water.
Frodo watched his friend, his fear mounting. "You can't swim Sam!" he called.
Sam kept walking and then the bottom fell away. He tried to kick but his heavy cloak held him down. "Sam!" yelled Frodo as he began to paddle back towards his friend.
Sam could feel darkness closing in on him when a hand grabbed his. He clutched at it; knowing it was his last chance.
Frodo pulled his friend into the boat and watched as Sam coughed and said, "I made a promise Mr. Frodo. A promise. 'Don't you leave him Samwise Gamgee.' And I don't mean to. I don't mean to."
"Oh Sam," said Frodo, touched. He reached out and gave Sam a hug. "Come on. Let's go."
Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli, Will and Bran sat on the beach. Aragorn had finished binding his wounds and Legolas was itching to be off. "Hurry," he said, "Sam and Frodo have reached the Eastern Shore."
Aragorn said nothing.
"You mean not to follow them then? Then it has all been in vain. The Fellowship has broken."
"Not if we hold true to each other," said Aragorn smiling at his companions. "We will not abandon Merry, Pippin, Will P., and Lyra to torment and death. Let's hunt some orc."
Gimli roared. Finally this was getting exciting. Aragorn leapt off through the woods after the orcs and the others followed.
Frodo and Sam stood on the edge of Emyn Muil. "I hope the others find a safer road," said Frodo looking towards Mordor. "I expect we'll never see the others again Sam."
"We may yet Mr. Frodo. We may yet."
Frodo smiled. "I'm glad you're with me Sam."
"So am I Mr. Frodo. So am I." And together the two small hobbits set off to destroy the Ring.
Galadriel, Harry, Ron, and Hermione stood around the Lady's mirror watching in shock as the battle unfolded. They watched Boromir die and Merry, Pippin, Lyra, and Will P. get taken by the orcs. They watched Frodo and Sam leave to go to Mordor and Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli, Will S., and Bran follow the orcs. When the vision ended Galadriel turned to the three young wizards. "It is as I feared," she said softly, "The Fellowship has broken."
--fin
A/N: Hope you liked my story. Please review. If you do I'll finish the second book sooner.