Hi! I'm so sorry for being extremely late like this. It's been almost a month! Now the story line is getting a little complicated. Now we shall go back to the rest of the Fellowship. Comments:
Tathar: Thank you! I did have such an interesting time writing 'The Dead Marshes'. It was hard weaving the Dead Marshes in with the story line and I did so often have to refer to the books! I'm also squirming in my seat with anticipation for the next chapter of 'Always a Silver Lining'. Ak… I really can't wait, I hope you update soon!
Tiggivon: Sorry I have to tear you away from Frodo, Orli and Smeàgol now, but I feel it's time to see what is happening to the rest of the group, now that characters from TTT have joined. Like I said, the plot is getting really complicated! But thank you so much for your wonderful and encouraging reviews. They really help at times like these!
Ash N Brock: You'll just have to see about Frodo's freaky-deakiness on Orli! And yes, this story is more-or-less nothing BUT angst (And why do I love writing it, I wonder?) thanks!
Normal human being: Of course… go ahead and steal as many ideas as you want. But you'll never be able to make them any better. NEVER! Muhaha! (Sorry, feeling freaky) thanks for all your reviews (worships) you're so nice!
Luichien Greenleaf: Triumph! Mr. Greenleaf is coming right up for your pleasure… ;) I bet all the time he's screaming, 'Luichien. LUICHIEN WHERE ARE YOU?!' in his mind right now, but really he's in my bedroom cupboard talking to Elijah Wood about my clothes-hangers. Thanks about the 'really, really good' comment. Satisfying…
And I have one more thing. I'm a little concerned about how this chapter flows. Maybe I'm just nervous, but with this chapter I've really had difficulty getting the story line to work and everything. So please ignore that I you noticed it. Thanks!
And lastly, December 15t today… NEED WEDNESDAY DECEMBER 18TH AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!! NEED TWO TOWERS! NEED FRODO NEED LEGOLAS NEED ONE RING…preciousssssss…
Chapter: A Tragic Death
"Boromir, keep up!" Aragorn called impatiently behind him, as Boromir lagged behind.
"But we're being tracked, FOLLOWED, we need to fight!" Boromir yelled as he attempted to catch up with him, "We need to hold some of them off, otherwise we could be swamped with Uruk-hai!"
Aragorn ignored this, and issued the Fellowship to keep running. They were being chased, outnumbered by many Uruk-hai. They had also lost track of Frodo and Orli along the way: almost lost now, if Aragorn was not so traveled they would have lost direction completely. Now, the plan left was to make for the city of Gondor, send search groups for a last weak attempt, and if not? They would have to painfully endure for the rest of their lives the experience of neglecting a friend, condemning him to a short life of torture, and dying a slow and agonizing death. This last thought gave Aragorn a somewhat renewed determination; he would not let this happen to Frodo.
Just then, an arrow scuffed Legolas' shoulder. He ducked as one sped over his head and ran to catch up with Aragorn, "Archers, Aragorn! We cannot possibly outrun arrows!"
Aragorn does not slow, but furrows his eyebrows as he slows and looks behind him, another arrow zips past him.
"Protect the hobbits! I will take the front, Sam! Pippin! Merry, to the center, Gimli behind them, Elijah, Boromir and Legolas to the back, now move!"
A slight confusion followed as Merry, Pippin, Gimli and Sam struggled on even faster and forward. Elijah slowed until he was behind Pippin as Aragorn and Legolas slowed, turned quickly and shot arrows left and right with a great precision.
Aragorn realized there might not be as many as Boromir had made out to be; for some reason; he felt slightly relieved that the number was not as many as he had dreaded. As he turned to fire another shot, he caught a glimpse of the pained and tired look on Sam's face as he stumbled over the coarse ground. They had to stop for rest soon; otherwise the hobbits could go so far as collapse with fatigue.
"Merry!" Boromir yelled as the hobbit fell forward and tripped, his Elven broach unclasped and he unconsciously blinked there, frozen with fright. Boromir stopped and turned back, desperate to save the halfling. He picked Merry up, and almost staggered to come face to face with an orc. Desperately, he put the hobbit down, pushed him towards the Fellowship and unsheathed his sword.
"Boromir!" Legolas frantically yelled after him, to no avail; Boromir was already battling with all the strength he could muster. He had now stopped at least fifty feet behind the rest of the group; they could not stop themselves, to save their own lives they needed to run, "Boromir, no! Come back!" but Legolas could not change Boromir's mind; he was already struggling his way out of a hoard of orcs. He managed to break free once, turned and ran almost like lightning as more arrows buzzed through the air.
The fellowship ducked and glanced fearfully behind them as the small patrol of orcs came closer and closer... Legolas grew more fearful...
Suddenly...
"What the HELL are we doing?" Elijah yelled and slowed, "We can fight these! Look at them!"
The Fellowship skidded to a halt suddenly and unsheathed their swords just as they heard horses' hooves behind the orcs, who had stopped in confusion. Gandalf, King Theoden and Eowyn were to be seen riding upon mighty stallions, followed by many soldiers.
Aragorn was just staring...
"Pull yourself together, Aragorn! What good it if you just stand there?" Legolas, still holding his bow, fired a single arrow into the heart of the first orc. He fell dead.
Silence.
"ATTACK!" an orc yelled in fury and a heated battle followed. More men arrived and fought from their horses. Eowyn and Theoden drew their swords too. The hobbits were ushered into hiding; all the while Sam was thinking how they were wasting time when they could be looking for Frodo.
"Pippin!" Merry yelled as Pippin broke free and charged towards a group of orcs, "Pippin come back!"
"I've got to help Boromir!" he yelled and drove his sword a little into an orc's leg. The orc thrashed about and Pippin was almost knocked sideways, but as the orc fell, he jumped upon him and stabbed him in the face.
Pretty triumphant he looked towards the group and his expression changed to sheer horror.
"Aragorn. ARAGORN! GANDALF! ELIJAH! GIMLI! MERRY!" Pippin screamed and burst into tears. Aragorn kicked an orc into a dead one and drove his sword through his stomach, then running towards a screeching Pippin.
Gandalf stumbled through the wreckage to see the sight that filled every man's eyes with shock and he turned pale and bowed his head. Legolas shoot the remaining orc and turned.
"BOROMIR!"