A/N; I'M BACK!!! *does crazy dance* woohoo!!! And up goes the latest
chapter. Hope you're all doing well. Recap of the story; Saz likes Frodo,
Frodo likes Saz, Frodo has been contaminated with blue smoke poison and
needs immediate medical attention. Kooky has formed a bond with Merry and
Pippin, and Rochelle and Sam seem chummy. Strider has only recently joined
the group, and they were on their way to Rivendell before Frodo felt the
full effects of the poison and they're going to stop at Weathertop to form
some sort of plan. Please read and review!!!
What will happen to Frodo? Why is Saz more upset than the others (if
possible.). And will the Company get to Rivendell? Find out now!!!
CHAPTER SEVEN
Weathertop
They reached Weathertop in silence, Frodo moaning in pain in all the way. Sarah kept glancing at Frodo, each time hoping there would be a sign he was getting better and fighting the horrible illness but each time she was disappointed. Frodo was looking extremely pale, eyes constantly watering and looking frantically about him, though Strider insisted there was no chance he could actually see anything. Saz sighed disappointedly. She began to fall back from Strider's side who she had been questioning about just how well or bad Frodo was doing. Kooky saw the sorrowful look in Saz's eyes as she turned round and helped Sam to his feet after he'd fallen into a splurge of mud and groggy water. She sped up to her from the back of the group and placed a hand on Saz's shoulder as Sam groaned and brushed some of the muck off his coat.
"I won't ask you if you're alright." She said softly.
Saz smiled weakly and started walking again, Kooky beside her. "You shouldn't be worried if I'm alright or not. It's Frodo you." saz paused and looked at the grass below her. "I'm sorry I'm not very good when friends are in trouble."
Kooky smiled. "I know. But you don't class Frodo as a friend really, do you."
Chuckling, Saz looked at Kooky again. "You really don't miss a thing - do you."
"It's not that I don't miss a thing its that I know my friends inside out. And I know how you feel abut Frodo."
Kooky smiled, and took Saz's hand and squeezed it, letting her know she'd stand by her all the way, before carrying on walking alongside her.
They arrived at Weathertop ten minutes later, having climbed the slippery stairway to the top with difficulty. Rochelle had slipped many times, grabbing hold of Strider's leg and nearly sending them all cascading back down again.
"Will you PLEASE try and steady your feet!" he snapped, gripping Frodo tighter, which had made Rochelle close to tears.
She was still sombre as the hours passed on Weathertop, Sam and Sarah watching over Frodo carefully, keeping him well nurtured and making sure he was looked after, while Strider searched for food. Merry and Pippin were talking to Kooky who was taking delight in hearing all the stories they had to tell. Almost every one involved mischief of some sort. Rochelle was keeping the packs and baggage in check silently glaring to herself, scribbling down anything she thought they needed extra of on a bit of parchment and lead she'd found in her pocket. But in the back of all their minds they were waiting for some sign that the Riders were near.
"..BOOM!"
Kooky laughed as Pippin demonstrated the explosion of another firework they had let off years before but more disastrously.
"You two are mental!" she giggled, but it was met by curious looks.
"Mental?" asked Merry, confused.
Remembering that inhabitants of Middle Earth weren't used to 21st century English slang, she smiled. "Never mind"
As the night went on Frodo got worse and worse. Strider became increasingly worried and shooed Saz away every time she went to go near him. "He may be contagious," he excused, but there was a slight sense of untruthfulness in his voice and his eyes had a glint of guilt. Everybody was worried about Frodo. Sam was trying very hard not to cry or to end to his Mister Frodo. He knew he needed his help and he might even recover if he gave Strider a hand. "Oh please be alright Master Frodo", he mumbled under his breath as he glanced at Strider stooping over the frail Hobbit and mopping his brow. Rochelle had fallen asleep, having forgot about the tiff with Strider earlier. Merry and Pippin had snuggled down under cosy blankets Kooky had secretly magicked up for them and were fast asleep dreaming. Sarah was dozing, occasionally and suddenly waking up to check on Frodo. Kooky was not asleep. She was mulling over the events that had turned out so far. It had all come and happened so fast that she had trouble putting everything together. Everything was a muddle to her. She had clicked instantly with the two mischievous hobbits, much to her surprise and Sarah and Frodo had formed a very, very close bond. Sam and Rochelle hadn't really clicked as such, but they got along alright. The sudden arrival of Strider had amazed them all, but he had proven so far to be a very good ally.
"KOOKY!"
She jumped, turning around to meet the voice who had called her. Merry and Pippin were looking over the side of Weathertop, frightened and scared, and Sarah was drawing a dagger out of the air in defence. Kooky looked over the edge and saw nine cloaked, black figures coming closer to Weathertop, seeming to float on air, swords at the ready.
"The Riders." she whispered, and stood, drawing her own sword out of thin air. "Merry, Pippin, Get back!!! Strider!!"
They all ran quickly up the staircase onto the main part of Weathertop as Kooky called to him.
"STRIDER!!!!"
But Strider was nowhere to be seen. Sam was guarding Frodo, glaring around and brandishing his dagger threateningly. Rochelle was going over to help him, while Sarah and Kooky shooed Merry and Pippin to hide behind them.
"STRIDER!!!!"
The nine figures emerged out of the darkness, putting their swords infront of them ready to strike. They moved swiftly, soundlessly towards the helpless group, as the three witches revealed their wands. They didn't know the magic to fend off nine Nazgul whose only incentives were to kill and retrieve the ring for Sauron, but they would try any spell they had to protect Frodo. But with Strider lost and no real experience with sword- fighting or battle, there was little hope they would succeed in saving the Ringbearer.
A/N: Oooooh so what's gonna happen now? Remember this is NOT the exact story of the Lord of the Rings, this is NOT gonna obey the rules!! Will the friends be able to defend Frodo, where the HELL is Strider, will anyone die, will the ring be cast into the hands of Sauron? Find out in CHAPTER EIGHT!!!!!
CHAPTER SEVEN
Weathertop
They reached Weathertop in silence, Frodo moaning in pain in all the way. Sarah kept glancing at Frodo, each time hoping there would be a sign he was getting better and fighting the horrible illness but each time she was disappointed. Frodo was looking extremely pale, eyes constantly watering and looking frantically about him, though Strider insisted there was no chance he could actually see anything. Saz sighed disappointedly. She began to fall back from Strider's side who she had been questioning about just how well or bad Frodo was doing. Kooky saw the sorrowful look in Saz's eyes as she turned round and helped Sam to his feet after he'd fallen into a splurge of mud and groggy water. She sped up to her from the back of the group and placed a hand on Saz's shoulder as Sam groaned and brushed some of the muck off his coat.
"I won't ask you if you're alright." She said softly.
Saz smiled weakly and started walking again, Kooky beside her. "You shouldn't be worried if I'm alright or not. It's Frodo you." saz paused and looked at the grass below her. "I'm sorry I'm not very good when friends are in trouble."
Kooky smiled. "I know. But you don't class Frodo as a friend really, do you."
Chuckling, Saz looked at Kooky again. "You really don't miss a thing - do you."
"It's not that I don't miss a thing its that I know my friends inside out. And I know how you feel abut Frodo."
Kooky smiled, and took Saz's hand and squeezed it, letting her know she'd stand by her all the way, before carrying on walking alongside her.
They arrived at Weathertop ten minutes later, having climbed the slippery stairway to the top with difficulty. Rochelle had slipped many times, grabbing hold of Strider's leg and nearly sending them all cascading back down again.
"Will you PLEASE try and steady your feet!" he snapped, gripping Frodo tighter, which had made Rochelle close to tears.
She was still sombre as the hours passed on Weathertop, Sam and Sarah watching over Frodo carefully, keeping him well nurtured and making sure he was looked after, while Strider searched for food. Merry and Pippin were talking to Kooky who was taking delight in hearing all the stories they had to tell. Almost every one involved mischief of some sort. Rochelle was keeping the packs and baggage in check silently glaring to herself, scribbling down anything she thought they needed extra of on a bit of parchment and lead she'd found in her pocket. But in the back of all their minds they were waiting for some sign that the Riders were near.
"..BOOM!"
Kooky laughed as Pippin demonstrated the explosion of another firework they had let off years before but more disastrously.
"You two are mental!" she giggled, but it was met by curious looks.
"Mental?" asked Merry, confused.
Remembering that inhabitants of Middle Earth weren't used to 21st century English slang, she smiled. "Never mind"
As the night went on Frodo got worse and worse. Strider became increasingly worried and shooed Saz away every time she went to go near him. "He may be contagious," he excused, but there was a slight sense of untruthfulness in his voice and his eyes had a glint of guilt. Everybody was worried about Frodo. Sam was trying very hard not to cry or to end to his Mister Frodo. He knew he needed his help and he might even recover if he gave Strider a hand. "Oh please be alright Master Frodo", he mumbled under his breath as he glanced at Strider stooping over the frail Hobbit and mopping his brow. Rochelle had fallen asleep, having forgot about the tiff with Strider earlier. Merry and Pippin had snuggled down under cosy blankets Kooky had secretly magicked up for them and were fast asleep dreaming. Sarah was dozing, occasionally and suddenly waking up to check on Frodo. Kooky was not asleep. She was mulling over the events that had turned out so far. It had all come and happened so fast that she had trouble putting everything together. Everything was a muddle to her. She had clicked instantly with the two mischievous hobbits, much to her surprise and Sarah and Frodo had formed a very, very close bond. Sam and Rochelle hadn't really clicked as such, but they got along alright. The sudden arrival of Strider had amazed them all, but he had proven so far to be a very good ally.
"KOOKY!"
She jumped, turning around to meet the voice who had called her. Merry and Pippin were looking over the side of Weathertop, frightened and scared, and Sarah was drawing a dagger out of the air in defence. Kooky looked over the edge and saw nine cloaked, black figures coming closer to Weathertop, seeming to float on air, swords at the ready.
"The Riders." she whispered, and stood, drawing her own sword out of thin air. "Merry, Pippin, Get back!!! Strider!!"
They all ran quickly up the staircase onto the main part of Weathertop as Kooky called to him.
"STRIDER!!!!"
But Strider was nowhere to be seen. Sam was guarding Frodo, glaring around and brandishing his dagger threateningly. Rochelle was going over to help him, while Sarah and Kooky shooed Merry and Pippin to hide behind them.
"STRIDER!!!!"
The nine figures emerged out of the darkness, putting their swords infront of them ready to strike. They moved swiftly, soundlessly towards the helpless group, as the three witches revealed their wands. They didn't know the magic to fend off nine Nazgul whose only incentives were to kill and retrieve the ring for Sauron, but they would try any spell they had to protect Frodo. But with Strider lost and no real experience with sword- fighting or battle, there was little hope they would succeed in saving the Ringbearer.
A/N: Oooooh so what's gonna happen now? Remember this is NOT the exact story of the Lord of the Rings, this is NOT gonna obey the rules!! Will the friends be able to defend Frodo, where the HELL is Strider, will anyone die, will the ring be cast into the hands of Sauron? Find out in CHAPTER EIGHT!!!!!
