Disclaimer: AU Story. My second large fic because it gave me so much
pleasure writing the last. I do not own any of the characters or places in
this story- both belong to the genius, Tolkien. I know; I torture the
characters but I will do my very best to save them. Hope you enjoy!
Feline Daemon: When you say it is "a remake of the book almost fully" I can only answer by saying that I'm trying to be accurate. The prequel to Trials of Lórien had a lot of mistakes and they ruined the story. I'm not using Tolkien's words or scenes. I am just using the characters and setting.
Shirebound: Hehe- from AVALANCHE to Lost in Moria, the Fellowship don't get a break! I loved the 15th chapter, btw! As for time, I have way too much of it on my hands. I feel guilty for it.
JaimeyKay: Glad you liked it. I write straight from my head- it's easier that way. I guess that's why they come fast. MY GOD I LOVED THE TWO TOWERS WITH ALL MY HEART AND SOUL. I am going again on Monday, thank heavens.
The Fellowship of the Nuts (FrodoFan): Oh, me too. I wish I could learn to like Gollum- but still..
Elf of Rivendell: A lovely comment! Thank you- made me laugh.
TrueFan: OK, I'm fine with ramblings- they're cool! No, I can't make Frod- si commit suicide that's too- too- weird. Heehee. Yes. TWO TOWERS IS THE BEST IN THE UNIVERSE.
~ Chapter Four ~
The sound stopped. Sam sat bolt upright and listened intently. But there was no more. At first, he blamed it on his imagination but there was that niggling thought at the corner of his mind. What if he was really there? What if Gollum was right over his head at this very moment? Sam could not close his eyes after that and got to his feet. He walked cautiously across to the edge of the talan. He swallowed hard and looked down. Well, he looked down with his eyes shut at first then he knelt down and opened them. Sam found himself looking into a sea of darkness that swirled around the base of the tree. But there was something there. Something down amid the shadows.
"My precious."
It was so soft but Sam heard it; floating up to the platform.
"It's here, we are coming closer, precious.." the voice whispered and through the waves of night-time, the hobbit saw two bright eyes light up. He fell back in terror and sat there for some time, catching his breath. When he looked again, the eyes were gone. So was the voice. But Sam was taking no chances. He drew his sword and stood upright, looking about the talan, searching out for the figure. He heard something, or someone, cry out loudly- close by. He jumped hard, spinning round.
"Gollum!" he shouted. Why weren't the elves helping during all of this? Where was Haldir? He looked to where they had been before but they had gone. He felt someone's presence and he started.
"Sam, it's only us," Merry's voice said. He sounded half-asleep and very anxious. Pippin joined him.
"What is going on? Was it you who shouted out?"
"No. But he's here. That Gollum's about- I saw him!"
Another scream filled the darkness. All three of them huddled together, so unsure of where the sounds were coming from. Sam guessed he heard a hiss come up.
"Wait a minute," Merry said, "Sam- where's Frodo? He can't have slept through the whole thing!"
Almost as if in answer, another cry went up- right next to them. Sam felt something brush his leg and he lunged out for it instinctively. His fingers sank into hair, the curls brushing his fingers.
"Frodo!" cried Pippin as something slammed into him from behind.
"Oh, blast this darkness," Sam cried out, taking firm hold on the figure's shoulder.
"Frodo! Sam, is that you?" a new voice came. It was Aragorn. In the glow of a lantern, the hobbits could make him out at the top of the ladder, gazing around. "What on earth is happening here?"
"Aragorn! Bring up that light- we can't see a thing!" Merry shouted. The ranger leapt up to join them, casting long golden strokes of light over the talan. Within it, he saw the hobbits, two on the floor and the others standing, swords drawn. He heard a brief rustling of leaves and looked up to see Gollum disappearing into the branches. Dropping the lantern onto the landing, he ran after him in pursuit. Meanwhile, Sam had dropped to his knees beside Frodo, who was sitting up now, clutching at his neck, feeling for the chain. His fingers coiled about it and relief washed over him. Gollum hadn't got the Ring.
"Mister Frodo! Are you hurt? What did that wretch do?" Sam was shaking him and Merry and Pippin were sitting beside him, their eyes wide.
"He tried to kill me," Frodo said airily. His head was light and the world was so dark. "He tried to get It. But he couldn't. Could he, precious? Couldn't do it."
Merry and Pippin glanced at each other in fear. That was not the voice of their cousin. Aragorn came racing back, empty-handed. He got down to examine Frodo, lying in Sam's arms, his head in his lap.
"Frodo? What happened, Sam?"
There was some bruising around his neck and a wild look in his eyes. "Frodo?"
The hobbit was murmuring to himself, his hand closed about the Ring now. Sam looked up at Aragorn.
"What's wrong with Frodo, Strider? He sounds like- like-"
"He'll never get It. It's mine. My precious."
But his voice was so weak. He started coughing, trying to clear his damaged throat but it only made everything spin faster. It didn't really matter anyhow. These people would protect him. Why on earth had they got so upset? The Ring was safe now. All mine, thought Frodo. Then he let himself drift away.
Feline Daemon: When you say it is "a remake of the book almost fully" I can only answer by saying that I'm trying to be accurate. The prequel to Trials of Lórien had a lot of mistakes and they ruined the story. I'm not using Tolkien's words or scenes. I am just using the characters and setting.
Shirebound: Hehe- from AVALANCHE to Lost in Moria, the Fellowship don't get a break! I loved the 15th chapter, btw! As for time, I have way too much of it on my hands. I feel guilty for it.
JaimeyKay: Glad you liked it. I write straight from my head- it's easier that way. I guess that's why they come fast. MY GOD I LOVED THE TWO TOWERS WITH ALL MY HEART AND SOUL. I am going again on Monday, thank heavens.
The Fellowship of the Nuts (FrodoFan): Oh, me too. I wish I could learn to like Gollum- but still..
Elf of Rivendell: A lovely comment! Thank you- made me laugh.
TrueFan: OK, I'm fine with ramblings- they're cool! No, I can't make Frod- si commit suicide that's too- too- weird. Heehee. Yes. TWO TOWERS IS THE BEST IN THE UNIVERSE.
~ Chapter Four ~
The sound stopped. Sam sat bolt upright and listened intently. But there was no more. At first, he blamed it on his imagination but there was that niggling thought at the corner of his mind. What if he was really there? What if Gollum was right over his head at this very moment? Sam could not close his eyes after that and got to his feet. He walked cautiously across to the edge of the talan. He swallowed hard and looked down. Well, he looked down with his eyes shut at first then he knelt down and opened them. Sam found himself looking into a sea of darkness that swirled around the base of the tree. But there was something there. Something down amid the shadows.
"My precious."
It was so soft but Sam heard it; floating up to the platform.
"It's here, we are coming closer, precious.." the voice whispered and through the waves of night-time, the hobbit saw two bright eyes light up. He fell back in terror and sat there for some time, catching his breath. When he looked again, the eyes were gone. So was the voice. But Sam was taking no chances. He drew his sword and stood upright, looking about the talan, searching out for the figure. He heard something, or someone, cry out loudly- close by. He jumped hard, spinning round.
"Gollum!" he shouted. Why weren't the elves helping during all of this? Where was Haldir? He looked to where they had been before but they had gone. He felt someone's presence and he started.
"Sam, it's only us," Merry's voice said. He sounded half-asleep and very anxious. Pippin joined him.
"What is going on? Was it you who shouted out?"
"No. But he's here. That Gollum's about- I saw him!"
Another scream filled the darkness. All three of them huddled together, so unsure of where the sounds were coming from. Sam guessed he heard a hiss come up.
"Wait a minute," Merry said, "Sam- where's Frodo? He can't have slept through the whole thing!"
Almost as if in answer, another cry went up- right next to them. Sam felt something brush his leg and he lunged out for it instinctively. His fingers sank into hair, the curls brushing his fingers.
"Frodo!" cried Pippin as something slammed into him from behind.
"Oh, blast this darkness," Sam cried out, taking firm hold on the figure's shoulder.
"Frodo! Sam, is that you?" a new voice came. It was Aragorn. In the glow of a lantern, the hobbits could make him out at the top of the ladder, gazing around. "What on earth is happening here?"
"Aragorn! Bring up that light- we can't see a thing!" Merry shouted. The ranger leapt up to join them, casting long golden strokes of light over the talan. Within it, he saw the hobbits, two on the floor and the others standing, swords drawn. He heard a brief rustling of leaves and looked up to see Gollum disappearing into the branches. Dropping the lantern onto the landing, he ran after him in pursuit. Meanwhile, Sam had dropped to his knees beside Frodo, who was sitting up now, clutching at his neck, feeling for the chain. His fingers coiled about it and relief washed over him. Gollum hadn't got the Ring.
"Mister Frodo! Are you hurt? What did that wretch do?" Sam was shaking him and Merry and Pippin were sitting beside him, their eyes wide.
"He tried to kill me," Frodo said airily. His head was light and the world was so dark. "He tried to get It. But he couldn't. Could he, precious? Couldn't do it."
Merry and Pippin glanced at each other in fear. That was not the voice of their cousin. Aragorn came racing back, empty-handed. He got down to examine Frodo, lying in Sam's arms, his head in his lap.
"Frodo? What happened, Sam?"
There was some bruising around his neck and a wild look in his eyes. "Frodo?"
The hobbit was murmuring to himself, his hand closed about the Ring now. Sam looked up at Aragorn.
"What's wrong with Frodo, Strider? He sounds like- like-"
"He'll never get It. It's mine. My precious."
But his voice was so weak. He started coughing, trying to clear his damaged throat but it only made everything spin faster. It didn't really matter anyhow. These people would protect him. Why on earth had they got so upset? The Ring was safe now. All mine, thought Frodo. Then he let himself drift away.