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!
I ran out of Internet! Sorry that both chapters could only be uploaded Friday but our 150 hours were used up. My parents were NOT happy. It's my fault. *cringe* And I am sorry that this is so very short but I wanted to end on a cliffhanger. *evil smile*
~ Chapter Fourteen ~
The sky was growing pale with dawn. Splinters of light broke through the heavy rain clouds and still the battle went on. Cold, thin rain began to fall upon them. Both elves and orcs were exhausted from the fight but neither was about to retreat. Gimli extended a finger and pointed down to where a cluster of orcs had surrounded a pair of elves.
"Aragorn, look!" he shouted. The ranger stumbled back from the fray on the talan and saw it for himself.
"Come on, Gimli," he said. But as they made to start down, they both heard a high-pitched scream from above. It was not of an elf, that was certain. Aragorn frowned at his companion. But the dwarf was already moving higher.
"The hobbits!"
Both of them climbed frantically, heading for the place where the elves had left the halflings. But orcs littered their path and it took all their strength just to forge a way through. Aragorn felt a sharp pain shoot through him like a bolt of lightning. He wheeled round and found himself looking at the neck of a huge Uruk-Hai. He swept his arm round and dug his blade into it's side. The pain relented and he was free to go on- but there still lingered a slight throbbing in his back. Gimli was not far away, under a pile of his victims.
"Hurry," he spluttered, "You get up there, lad. I'll join you in a while. Call for me if there's trouble!"
Aragorn nodded and pressed on. He went on and on but he could feel his senses beginning to fail. His breath was coming in ragged gasps now and his back felt as if it were on fire. But finally, he reached the talan. The hobbits were gone.
"Frodo!" he called desperately. His voice was hoarse and weak. But a muffled shriek went up nearby.
"Help us!"
"Pippin.. h-hold on- I'm coming!" Aragorn ran on, favouring one side as he felt everything seem to tilt and spin before him. He crossed over a short bridge and almost tumbled over in shock as he found a clearing that was packed with orcs. Bodies carpeted the floor and he found it difficult to make his way through. The live creatures had all gathered at one corner- about seven in all- no, what was that last one, all hunched over..
"I'm coming! I'm coming!" Aragorn screamed above the orcs' roars. He swung Anduril over his head in a flaming arc and brought it down heavily on the back of one attacker. The orcs spun round to face this new threat but only found their own demise waiting. They were being attacked on both sides now and went down like flies. At last, when all were dead, Aragorn found the hobbits. Sam and Pippin were standing over their friends' inert figures on the ground. Aragorn dropped his sword and engulfed Pippin in a hug as he began to sob uncontrollably.
"They're dead, Aragorn! Frodo and Merry are dead!"
I ran out of Internet! Sorry that both chapters could only be uploaded Friday but our 150 hours were used up. My parents were NOT happy. It's my fault. *cringe* And I am sorry that this is so very short but I wanted to end on a cliffhanger. *evil smile*
~ Chapter Fourteen ~
The sky was growing pale with dawn. Splinters of light broke through the heavy rain clouds and still the battle went on. Cold, thin rain began to fall upon them. Both elves and orcs were exhausted from the fight but neither was about to retreat. Gimli extended a finger and pointed down to where a cluster of orcs had surrounded a pair of elves.
"Aragorn, look!" he shouted. The ranger stumbled back from the fray on the talan and saw it for himself.
"Come on, Gimli," he said. But as they made to start down, they both heard a high-pitched scream from above. It was not of an elf, that was certain. Aragorn frowned at his companion. But the dwarf was already moving higher.
"The hobbits!"
Both of them climbed frantically, heading for the place where the elves had left the halflings. But orcs littered their path and it took all their strength just to forge a way through. Aragorn felt a sharp pain shoot through him like a bolt of lightning. He wheeled round and found himself looking at the neck of a huge Uruk-Hai. He swept his arm round and dug his blade into it's side. The pain relented and he was free to go on- but there still lingered a slight throbbing in his back. Gimli was not far away, under a pile of his victims.
"Hurry," he spluttered, "You get up there, lad. I'll join you in a while. Call for me if there's trouble!"
Aragorn nodded and pressed on. He went on and on but he could feel his senses beginning to fail. His breath was coming in ragged gasps now and his back felt as if it were on fire. But finally, he reached the talan. The hobbits were gone.
"Frodo!" he called desperately. His voice was hoarse and weak. But a muffled shriek went up nearby.
"Help us!"
"Pippin.. h-hold on- I'm coming!" Aragorn ran on, favouring one side as he felt everything seem to tilt and spin before him. He crossed over a short bridge and almost tumbled over in shock as he found a clearing that was packed with orcs. Bodies carpeted the floor and he found it difficult to make his way through. The live creatures had all gathered at one corner- about seven in all- no, what was that last one, all hunched over..
"I'm coming! I'm coming!" Aragorn screamed above the orcs' roars. He swung Anduril over his head in a flaming arc and brought it down heavily on the back of one attacker. The orcs spun round to face this new threat but only found their own demise waiting. They were being attacked on both sides now and went down like flies. At last, when all were dead, Aragorn found the hobbits. Sam and Pippin were standing over their friends' inert figures on the ground. Aragorn dropped his sword and engulfed Pippin in a hug as he began to sob uncontrollably.
"They're dead, Aragorn! Frodo and Merry are dead!"