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Chapter Five: Meridoc Brandybuck
Frank shook his head slowly with his eyes filling still with more tears filling his eyes, but he knew he couldn't deny anything that the teacher was saying. He knew that what Mr. White was saying was true. All of it.
While he sat on the ground, looking up to the tall man, Frank could hear the sounds of horses screeching, men yelling, swords clashing, and he could feel a piercing cold hit his left shoulder. While all this was entering his already confused and terrified mind, he clutched his left shoulder and felt a tear fall down his cheek.
Mr. White squatted down next to Frank and, this time, Frank did not move away. The boy didn't look his teacher in the eye as he struggled to sort everything out in his foggy mind. Only when he felt a hand rest on his right shoulder did he look up.
"Frank. You must try your best to remain calm. I understand how difficult this is, receiving all the painful memories of your former life, but you must remain calm. The person you saw in my room was what was left of the Nazgul. There are only seven now. They are extremely weak, but they are trying to get you for reasons I do not quite know," Mr. White told him softly.
Frank wiped his free hand across his eyes and sighed, but nodded eventually.
The icy sting in his left shoulder was beginning to fade, but the memories of Frodo Baggins assaulted his mind, leaving him numb.
He could feel the cold of the night on Weathertop and the heat of the fires of Mount Doom. He could feel the pain in his hand, as if one of his fingers had been bitten off. Looking down at it, he saw that his hand still had all five fingers but the pain lingered as Frodo's memory of Gullom biting his finger off played through his head.
"Why now?" Frank croaked and swallowed to wet his dry throat. "Why me? Why do they want me?"
Mr. White shook his head. "I do not understand why they chose now to begin their assault. It could be possible that they knew you were remembering yourself. Why they chose you is an obvious answer. You were the one who destroyed the Dark Lord in your past life and, in order to bring about a new Age of Darkness, they believe they must be rid of you."
Frank looked at his hand again, his other one still clutching at his left shoulder even though the pain had long since vanished.
"Am I...alone this time? Are you the only one that can help me?" he asked quietly after receiving Frodo's memories of Merry, Pippin, Sam, Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli, Boromir, and Gandalf.
Mr. White gave the youth a smile. "No. There are others, of course. Mark, Peter, Sean..." He trailed off, while Frank had a hint of a smile on his face, relieved that he wasn't going to be alone. "But...I'm afraid that what one of us, or both, must also dump all of this on them as well."
At this, Frank frowned and looked at his free hand again. "I don't wan--" he started, but the sound of a car coming closer cut him off.
Mr. White looked up for a moment. "I believe that is your uncle. Remember, Frank, do not try anything alone. Always have someone with you. We cannot afford to loose you," he said, standing up and helping Frank up.
Frank nodded, looking at the ground for a moment and releasing his shoulder, but looked up again when a thought came to mind.
"Mr. White? If you know so much...you must have been one of the Fellowship. Which one were you?" he asked and received another smile.
"Ah, I knew you'd ask that one sooner or later. And yes, I was a member of the Fellowship. A wizard, by the name of Gandalf," the teacher answered as the car pulled up where the two were.
Frank gave Mr. White a small smile, nodded, turned to the car, and climbed in.
Mr. White watched as the car drove off, while a smile. But that smile soon turned into a grim fown. There was much to be done if they were to stop the coming of a second Age of Darkness.
As Uncle Eric drove the car back to their trailer, he watched his nephew, who was sitting quietly in the passenger seat, watching the scenery pass by. A bit unnerved and worried at why Frank was so quiet, he tapped the steering wheel for a moment, before clearing his throat.
"So," he began, looking over to his nephew, who made no acknowledgement that someone was talking to him. "How was school?"
"Same," Frank answered, not looking toward his uncle.
He felt horrible.
There were seven people, possibly more, out to kill him just because of who he had been so long ago. His friends were in danger as well, because of how close they were to him and who they had been. Not only that, but his uncle was in danger also and Frank couldn't bear it if something ever happened to him.
"Same? So that would basically mean that your day started crummy, it got better, you ran into Erin, and then it went downhill?" Uncle Eric asked, looking over to his nephew for a moment.
"Pretty much," Frank replied, still not looking over to his uncle.
He was partially afraid that if his uncle saw his face, which had confusion, worry, pain, and saddness all in one expression, he would ask what was the matter and then when Frank would explain, his uncle would think him crazy.
But at least I'm not alone in a room with a Nazgûl in it, he thought with a shudder.
The car ride home was extremely quiet. While Uncle Eric couldn't stand the strange quiet, Frank was glad he could get some time to sort things out. The only problem was that whenever he would close his eyes in concentration, he would start feeling as if a Nazgûl was behind him with a sword or a dagger, ready to stab him.
When the two did get home, Frank was greeted with the sight of Mark and Peter. The two still seemed a bit concerned for their friend after what happened at lunch, but they tried their best not to let it show.
"Hey, Frank! What took you so long? We've been waiting here nearly twenty minutes!" Mark exclaimed, while Peter was picking the grass off the lawn and studied each blade he plucked.
Frank wouldn't be able to do as Mr. White had said. He couldn't be the one to tell the two almost-brothers about their past lives, about the evil that was coming for him. He didn't want to hurt them with the knowledge of the danger he was in and memories of their former selves.
Frank waved to the two, struggling to keep a mask of cheerfullness on his face, but he must have been doing a terrible job because Mark eyed him suspiciously, as if knowing, already, of the dangers.
"Frank, try to keep these two out of the trailer, while I go in and make us dinner," Uncle Eric said, giving Peter a pointed look. Peter's face fell slightly.
"Aw, Eric, I always come here for the food! And you never let us have any!" he complained frowning at the older man. Frank's uncle rolled his eyes.
"After Thanksgiving, I've learned to keep you two away from my food. I already have trouble keeping up with Frank's appetite!" he said, walking into the trailer.
Peter rolled his eyes, plucking another blade of grass. Mark continued to eye Frank until the older boy turned away from his friend and watched an ant on the ground.
"Are you all right, Frank?" Mark asked, getting Peter's attention away from the grass and to his oldest friend.
Frank didn't know what he should tell them. It was painful enough knowing that he was endangering them by being around them. Sighing, Frank gave a slight shrug and looked back over to Mark.
"Yes, I guess..." He paused a moment, then, knowing that neither believed him, he sat on the first step of his trailer and shook his head. "No. I guess I'm not all right."
Mark and Peter went over to their freind, not exactly sure what the matter could be. "What's wrong?" Peter asked, sitting on Frank's left, while Mark sat on his right.
Frank was silent a moment, but eventually answered, "If I tell you, you would either think I'm crazy or you would believe me and then..."
He didn't want them to think that he was in trouble. They might think it was gang members or something, instead of seven Nazgul hunting for his head. But neither Mark nor Peter would stand only half an answer.
"And then...?" Peter prompted, but only got silence as a reply.
"Is it about that person in black?" Mark asked and Frank thought that he would have mocked a game show, saying he won a brand new car, but, instead, said nothing and nodded his head slightly.
"Gang members?" Peter asked suddenly, but Frank shook his head.
He couldn't tell them. It would only put them in more danger...or...would not knowing put them in even more danger? Frank held his head with his right hand as Frodo's memory of how much he had wanted to tell Pippin about what had been going on when he was on his way to Merry's came into his head.
Extremely ironic.
"Frank, we can't help you if we don't know exactly what's wrong," Mark said, exasperated, while Peter nodded in agreement.
Frank tried to form words but they were lost as soon as they got to his mouth. After a moment, he whispered, "If I tell you, yes you can help me, but...you'd be in trouble yourselves as well."
Mark, who had a deep frown on his face, exchanged a look with Peter.
"Frank, we want to help. We're your friends and we can't allow you to do all of...whatever it is alone," Mark said, ironically almost saying something Merry said when Merry told Frodo of the conspiracy they had.
Frank looked over to Mark for a moment before looking over to Peter.
"All right. But I assure you right now, that I am not crazy and that this is absolutely true." He paused for a moment. "Those books, The Lord of the Rings...they're true and at the moment, there are seven Nazgûl after me because I used to be Frodo Baggins."
After saying that, Frank held his breath, waiting for someone to say something, and was surprised that Mark was the first to say something. Mark's face was basically unreadable and he seemed paler than he had been before.
"I already knew," he whispered, looking over to his two friends. "I found out today, before school."
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Eep! Well, this is sure getting interesting isn't it? ^.~ Chapter Six should be coming soon, probably tomorrow, since I have a three day weekend. Whoo! Yay for me! ^.~ Hope you all enjoyed!
Disclaimer:: Anyone think that this thing is annoying? Go ask J.R.R. Tolkien if I own any of them! ^.~
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Chapter Five: Meridoc Brandybuck
Frank shook his head slowly with his eyes filling still with more tears filling his eyes, but he knew he couldn't deny anything that the teacher was saying. He knew that what Mr. White was saying was true. All of it.
While he sat on the ground, looking up to the tall man, Frank could hear the sounds of horses screeching, men yelling, swords clashing, and he could feel a piercing cold hit his left shoulder. While all this was entering his already confused and terrified mind, he clutched his left shoulder and felt a tear fall down his cheek.
Mr. White squatted down next to Frank and, this time, Frank did not move away. The boy didn't look his teacher in the eye as he struggled to sort everything out in his foggy mind. Only when he felt a hand rest on his right shoulder did he look up.
"Frank. You must try your best to remain calm. I understand how difficult this is, receiving all the painful memories of your former life, but you must remain calm. The person you saw in my room was what was left of the Nazgul. There are only seven now. They are extremely weak, but they are trying to get you for reasons I do not quite know," Mr. White told him softly.
Frank wiped his free hand across his eyes and sighed, but nodded eventually.
The icy sting in his left shoulder was beginning to fade, but the memories of Frodo Baggins assaulted his mind, leaving him numb.
He could feel the cold of the night on Weathertop and the heat of the fires of Mount Doom. He could feel the pain in his hand, as if one of his fingers had been bitten off. Looking down at it, he saw that his hand still had all five fingers but the pain lingered as Frodo's memory of Gullom biting his finger off played through his head.
"Why now?" Frank croaked and swallowed to wet his dry throat. "Why me? Why do they want me?"
Mr. White shook his head. "I do not understand why they chose now to begin their assault. It could be possible that they knew you were remembering yourself. Why they chose you is an obvious answer. You were the one who destroyed the Dark Lord in your past life and, in order to bring about a new Age of Darkness, they believe they must be rid of you."
Frank looked at his hand again, his other one still clutching at his left shoulder even though the pain had long since vanished.
"Am I...alone this time? Are you the only one that can help me?" he asked quietly after receiving Frodo's memories of Merry, Pippin, Sam, Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli, Boromir, and Gandalf.
Mr. White gave the youth a smile. "No. There are others, of course. Mark, Peter, Sean..." He trailed off, while Frank had a hint of a smile on his face, relieved that he wasn't going to be alone. "But...I'm afraid that what one of us, or both, must also dump all of this on them as well."
At this, Frank frowned and looked at his free hand again. "I don't wan--" he started, but the sound of a car coming closer cut him off.
Mr. White looked up for a moment. "I believe that is your uncle. Remember, Frank, do not try anything alone. Always have someone with you. We cannot afford to loose you," he said, standing up and helping Frank up.
Frank nodded, looking at the ground for a moment and releasing his shoulder, but looked up again when a thought came to mind.
"Mr. White? If you know so much...you must have been one of the Fellowship. Which one were you?" he asked and received another smile.
"Ah, I knew you'd ask that one sooner or later. And yes, I was a member of the Fellowship. A wizard, by the name of Gandalf," the teacher answered as the car pulled up where the two were.
Frank gave Mr. White a small smile, nodded, turned to the car, and climbed in.
Mr. White watched as the car drove off, while a smile. But that smile soon turned into a grim fown. There was much to be done if they were to stop the coming of a second Age of Darkness.
As Uncle Eric drove the car back to their trailer, he watched his nephew, who was sitting quietly in the passenger seat, watching the scenery pass by. A bit unnerved and worried at why Frank was so quiet, he tapped the steering wheel for a moment, before clearing his throat.
"So," he began, looking over to his nephew, who made no acknowledgement that someone was talking to him. "How was school?"
"Same," Frank answered, not looking toward his uncle.
He felt horrible.
There were seven people, possibly more, out to kill him just because of who he had been so long ago. His friends were in danger as well, because of how close they were to him and who they had been. Not only that, but his uncle was in danger also and Frank couldn't bear it if something ever happened to him.
"Same? So that would basically mean that your day started crummy, it got better, you ran into Erin, and then it went downhill?" Uncle Eric asked, looking over to his nephew for a moment.
"Pretty much," Frank replied, still not looking over to his uncle.
He was partially afraid that if his uncle saw his face, which had confusion, worry, pain, and saddness all in one expression, he would ask what was the matter and then when Frank would explain, his uncle would think him crazy.
But at least I'm not alone in a room with a Nazgûl in it, he thought with a shudder.
The car ride home was extremely quiet. While Uncle Eric couldn't stand the strange quiet, Frank was glad he could get some time to sort things out. The only problem was that whenever he would close his eyes in concentration, he would start feeling as if a Nazgûl was behind him with a sword or a dagger, ready to stab him.
When the two did get home, Frank was greeted with the sight of Mark and Peter. The two still seemed a bit concerned for their friend after what happened at lunch, but they tried their best not to let it show.
"Hey, Frank! What took you so long? We've been waiting here nearly twenty minutes!" Mark exclaimed, while Peter was picking the grass off the lawn and studied each blade he plucked.
Frank wouldn't be able to do as Mr. White had said. He couldn't be the one to tell the two almost-brothers about their past lives, about the evil that was coming for him. He didn't want to hurt them with the knowledge of the danger he was in and memories of their former selves.
Frank waved to the two, struggling to keep a mask of cheerfullness on his face, but he must have been doing a terrible job because Mark eyed him suspiciously, as if knowing, already, of the dangers.
"Frank, try to keep these two out of the trailer, while I go in and make us dinner," Uncle Eric said, giving Peter a pointed look. Peter's face fell slightly.
"Aw, Eric, I always come here for the food! And you never let us have any!" he complained frowning at the older man. Frank's uncle rolled his eyes.
"After Thanksgiving, I've learned to keep you two away from my food. I already have trouble keeping up with Frank's appetite!" he said, walking into the trailer.
Peter rolled his eyes, plucking another blade of grass. Mark continued to eye Frank until the older boy turned away from his friend and watched an ant on the ground.
"Are you all right, Frank?" Mark asked, getting Peter's attention away from the grass and to his oldest friend.
Frank didn't know what he should tell them. It was painful enough knowing that he was endangering them by being around them. Sighing, Frank gave a slight shrug and looked back over to Mark.
"Yes, I guess..." He paused a moment, then, knowing that neither believed him, he sat on the first step of his trailer and shook his head. "No. I guess I'm not all right."
Mark and Peter went over to their freind, not exactly sure what the matter could be. "What's wrong?" Peter asked, sitting on Frank's left, while Mark sat on his right.
Frank was silent a moment, but eventually answered, "If I tell you, you would either think I'm crazy or you would believe me and then..."
He didn't want them to think that he was in trouble. They might think it was gang members or something, instead of seven Nazgul hunting for his head. But neither Mark nor Peter would stand only half an answer.
"And then...?" Peter prompted, but only got silence as a reply.
"Is it about that person in black?" Mark asked and Frank thought that he would have mocked a game show, saying he won a brand new car, but, instead, said nothing and nodded his head slightly.
"Gang members?" Peter asked suddenly, but Frank shook his head.
He couldn't tell them. It would only put them in more danger...or...would not knowing put them in even more danger? Frank held his head with his right hand as Frodo's memory of how much he had wanted to tell Pippin about what had been going on when he was on his way to Merry's came into his head.
Extremely ironic.
"Frank, we can't help you if we don't know exactly what's wrong," Mark said, exasperated, while Peter nodded in agreement.
Frank tried to form words but they were lost as soon as they got to his mouth. After a moment, he whispered, "If I tell you, yes you can help me, but...you'd be in trouble yourselves as well."
Mark, who had a deep frown on his face, exchanged a look with Peter.
"Frank, we want to help. We're your friends and we can't allow you to do all of...whatever it is alone," Mark said, ironically almost saying something Merry said when Merry told Frodo of the conspiracy they had.
Frank looked over to Mark for a moment before looking over to Peter.
"All right. But I assure you right now, that I am not crazy and that this is absolutely true." He paused for a moment. "Those books, The Lord of the Rings...they're true and at the moment, there are seven Nazgûl after me because I used to be Frodo Baggins."
After saying that, Frank held his breath, waiting for someone to say something, and was surprised that Mark was the first to say something. Mark's face was basically unreadable and he seemed paler than he had been before.
"I already knew," he whispered, looking over to his two friends. "I found out today, before school."
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Eep! Well, this is sure getting interesting isn't it? ^.~ Chapter Six should be coming soon, probably tomorrow, since I have a three day weekend. Whoo! Yay for me! ^.~ Hope you all enjoyed!
