Author's note
Thank you again everyone, for reviewing my story. It means a lot to me.
I'm sorry it took me so long to write this next chapter. I was moving from
one place to another and we all know how much chaos that leads to. And
there was that minor thing called no cable connection just yet. But I'm
back now, and will be upgrading a lot faster!
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"I am merely suggesting having Aragorn taken to healers, who may be able to help him!"
Boromir was looking into two very cold stares; both the beings had their arms crossed. The Elf was even bold enough to shake his head in denial. Frodo on the other hand was just staring, although Boromir knew the answer.
"He is still unconscious, he needs help we can not give him. This is folly!"
He raised his arms in the air, a token of pure despair and unbelief. He was merely trying to help the heir of Gondor, but was met with resistance. A soft voice, yet very cold, spoke to him.
"And you want me to take him to Lothlorien. That is folly. The Fellowship can not be broken; we are here to help the Hobbit bare his task. Aragorn would not have wanted it any other way."
The man grunted, sighing deeply. Why was he even trying to help them see his side? Frodo was agreeing with Legolas, nodding when the Elf had done his word. And so his fate and that of the others was sealed, Aragorn was going to be taken with them.
"I'm not going to be held responsible when Aragorn dies, I did try."
With that Boromir walked of, joining the rest by the fire. Legolas did not left his place with Aragorn, eyeing the man he had come to think of as friend, with worry. Frodo was torn, he knew Boromir had told some things that had made sense. The ranger needed help they could not give him, but he did not dare to be left alone with the Hobbits, Gimli and Boromir. He needed a person to keep him safe, and right now, that person was the Elf.
"Is he going to die?" Frodo asked it softly, as if afraid to even say it aloud.
Legolas shook his head, while strapping his bow and quiver to his back. "Nay, he will make it, he is strong. He can fight this dark power that has him taken under it's spell. Do not worry little one."
Legolas lifted the young ranger of the ground gently, as if he was weighing no more than a lithe feather, carrying him to a boat. There the Elf stood still, watching the others. They did not need words to understand his meaning, it was time to travel. There was no discussion about the boat arrangements. Boromir took Frodo and Sam, Gimli was placed with Merry and Pippin, while Legolas took the still unconscious ranger with him.
They travelled fast over the river, not a word spoken. Frodo was afraid to be with the man he called unsettling, Gimli was afraid to make a wrong movement and be the cause of loosing his precious cargo, and Legolas was concerned for the welfare of his friend. There was tension between them, and Frodo realised Galadriel had been right. The Fellowship was breaking, they will soon depart from one another. And I have to leave them be, I have to make the rest of the journey alone; Frodo thought. From that moment, Frodo was already saying his goodbyes, knowing the end was coming near, and the end of the Fellowship.
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"I am merely suggesting having Aragorn taken to healers, who may be able to help him!"
Boromir was looking into two very cold stares; both the beings had their arms crossed. The Elf was even bold enough to shake his head in denial. Frodo on the other hand was just staring, although Boromir knew the answer.
"He is still unconscious, he needs help we can not give him. This is folly!"
He raised his arms in the air, a token of pure despair and unbelief. He was merely trying to help the heir of Gondor, but was met with resistance. A soft voice, yet very cold, spoke to him.
"And you want me to take him to Lothlorien. That is folly. The Fellowship can not be broken; we are here to help the Hobbit bare his task. Aragorn would not have wanted it any other way."
The man grunted, sighing deeply. Why was he even trying to help them see his side? Frodo was agreeing with Legolas, nodding when the Elf had done his word. And so his fate and that of the others was sealed, Aragorn was going to be taken with them.
"I'm not going to be held responsible when Aragorn dies, I did try."
With that Boromir walked of, joining the rest by the fire. Legolas did not left his place with Aragorn, eyeing the man he had come to think of as friend, with worry. Frodo was torn, he knew Boromir had told some things that had made sense. The ranger needed help they could not give him, but he did not dare to be left alone with the Hobbits, Gimli and Boromir. He needed a person to keep him safe, and right now, that person was the Elf.
"Is he going to die?" Frodo asked it softly, as if afraid to even say it aloud.
Legolas shook his head, while strapping his bow and quiver to his back. "Nay, he will make it, he is strong. He can fight this dark power that has him taken under it's spell. Do not worry little one."
Legolas lifted the young ranger of the ground gently, as if he was weighing no more than a lithe feather, carrying him to a boat. There the Elf stood still, watching the others. They did not need words to understand his meaning, it was time to travel. There was no discussion about the boat arrangements. Boromir took Frodo and Sam, Gimli was placed with Merry and Pippin, while Legolas took the still unconscious ranger with him.
They travelled fast over the river, not a word spoken. Frodo was afraid to be with the man he called unsettling, Gimli was afraid to make a wrong movement and be the cause of loosing his precious cargo, and Legolas was concerned for the welfare of his friend. There was tension between them, and Frodo realised Galadriel had been right. The Fellowship was breaking, they will soon depart from one another. And I have to leave them be, I have to make the rest of the journey alone; Frodo thought. From that moment, Frodo was already saying his goodbyes, knowing the end was coming near, and the end of the Fellowship.
