Author's Notes: Hehe, glad everyone liked the ending of Chapter Five! ^.^
mamfa: You know, after you made that comment I considered having one of the Fellowship members as a female...lol! This should have good reactions.
Danielle53: Glad you enjoy it! Hope you'll stay tune!
CoolMistaria1:Sure I can end it like that! It is very easy! ^.^ *blinks* One of your favs? On Ff.n? Whoa...you're really making me blush there. Is it okay if I be modest for a moment? I'm a very modest person. ^.^
Katrine Lila Loamsdown-Fitzgerald: Say that name three times fast! J/k Hehe. ^.^ Thank you for the lovely complements, and if you get that fic out, be sure to tell me! ^.^
rome: Lol A golden goose egg! Lol. Don't tell but I borrowed it from Willy Wonka! ^.^ Yes, Merry...er Mark knew already. ^.^ And you shall see more of the Fellowship soon, probably in this one, but I'm not telling! ^.~
immortaljedi: Lol. More coming your way!
Disclaimer: You guys already know that I don't own any of them!
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Chapter Six: Nightmares
"You knew?" Frank asked slowly, staring at Mark, who nodded. Frank then looked over to Peter, who looked quite uncomfortable. "You both knew?"
"We couldn't just tell you, Frank. I only told Peter because he overheard the end of my talk with Mr. White--" Mark tried to explain.
"You talked to Mr. White about this and you told Peter...but not me?" Frank interrupted. Peter was now watching Frank, extremely not comfortable with how this was going.
"I thought about telling you at lunch, but then you went to get your math homework and then you came back saying that you ran into a person in black. A Nazgûl. I couldn't just tell you then. I don't really think you would have believed me," Mark said calmly.
Frank sighed and buried his face in his hands. It's not that he was upset at Mark. He had just felt that it would have been better if the two knew nothing about it. It would have been better for him to do it alone, than with them. They could be hurt or worse killed.
"We know what you're thinking, Frank," Peter spoke up. "And it would not have been better if we didn't know anything. You're lucky we know about this."
Mark nodded in agreement. "You need all the help you can get, Frank. Help just happens to be us," he said.
"Oh, someone save me from you two," Frank said with a bit of a laugh. Peter grinned a little.
"The only person to save you from us is Sean and he's not here," he snickered, while Mark laughed. Frank shook his head and sighed again.
"Well...since we three know what's going on, how will we know who's the rest of the Fellowship?" he asked, noticing that the sky was considerably darker than it had been when he had arrived at his trailer.
"I have no clue, actually. But we'll find them all, don't worry," Mark answered, patting his friend on the shoulder. Peter did the same, but paused for a moment.
"Do you think you can talk your uncle into letting us eat here? I'm starving!"
That night was yet another night of uneasy sleep and horrifying dreams for Frank Johnson. Frank dreamt all about the night on Weathertop and how Glorfindel took him and rode as fast as he could to Rivendell with the Black Riders following.
Frank knew what was happening in his dreams, but he couldn't see anything and he could barely hear the sound of horses galloping. The main thing that Frank felt was the icy stab of pain in his left shoulder and the cold and darkness reaching out to him as he struggled to stay conscious.
Right when he got to the part where he passed out, Frank fell out of his bed and woke up in a cold sweat. He saw that his blankets were tangled around his legs and that they were all soaked in his sweat.
Instead of getting up and getting back into bed, Frank groaned and slammed his head on the carpeted ground. He laid there until morning, when his uncle came in to wake him up.
Uncle Eric eyed Frank for a moment before taking notice to his damp sheets. "Are you all right, Frank?" he asked, worriedly.
Frank waved his hand. "Fi--" he started with a high pitched voice, but then cleared his throat and continued in his normal voice, "I'm fine. Bad dreams."
"Uh huh," his uncle said, walking up to his bed and examined it. "What's this?"
Frank sat up and looked over the bed to see that his uncle was pointing at a spot of red on the upper part of his bed. Paling, Frank slung the twisted blankets off of him and saw that his left shoulder was indeed bleeding.
"Frank!" Uncle Eric cried out and rushed over to him. Frank just stared dumbly at the blood as he prodded his shoulder with his fingers.
He nearly retched when he felt that it was indeed real blood. His uncle, not caring about Frank's favorite sleeping shirt, ripped it at the seam and exposed Frank's bleeding shoulder, revealing a wound that looked horribly like the wound Frodo had received when he was stabbed by a Black Rider.
"How did this happen?" Uncle Eric asked mostly to himself as he pressed his hand against the wound. Frank hissed in pain. Why was his shoulder bleeding? And how?
"We're going to have to go to the hospital. Frank, what happened?" his uncle said, helping Frank, who suddenly felt lightheaded, up. Frank didn't answer because at that momnet he felt as if he was going to hurl.
Frank really didn't have to do anything as he was taken by the doctors to be examined. As soon as he and his uncle had stepped into the emergancy waiting room, the doctors and nurses came from all directions, some of them coming after spotting his blood-soaked shirt and some coming because Uncle Eric had called before going to the hostpital. They just basically patched up the wound and told him he would have to stay a night for observations.
The only problem with this was that Frank had to wear a sheet of paper that showed his backside if he stood. Extremely confused and extremely embarrassed that he had to wear the piece of paper, Frank barely had his mind on his wound. That was until his uncle, Mr. White, Peter, Mark, and Sean all same into the room.
Peter, Mark, and Sean were the first to make it to his bed side, while Mr. White hung back, talking with his uncle.
"Frank, what on earth happened?" Peter asked, eyes wide as he saw that Frank was hooked up to some fliuds. Frank had not wanted them, but the nurse had told him that since he had lost a considerable amount of blood he would need them.
"Was it a Rider?" Mark asked, his eyes wide at the sight of Frank's unusually pale face. Sean was the only one who didn't ask anything and just stood there, staring in horror.
"I don't know what happened and I don't know if it was," Frank answered, lifting his right arm and wincing as he heard the paper gown rip a bit. Peter seemed to get a humorous look on his face when this happened, while Mark ignored the loud rip.
"Why didn't you tell your uncle that you were bleeding sooner?" he demanded, while Frank looked at him surprised. He must have been understanding why he was bleeding.
"I didn't know I was until Uncle Eric came in my room this morning to wake me up for schoo--hey, wait a minute...why aren't you guys in school?" Frank said, eyeing them suspiciously. Mark and Peter exchanged looks.
"Eric checked us out while you were getting patched up. He was really upset that you didn't tell him that you were bleeding and you wouldn't tell him how you got that wound," Mark answered, pointing to Frank's left shoulder when he was saying the last part of his sentence.
"If I told him how I think I got it, he would put me in an insane asylum," Frank said glumly, whishing once again that he could tell his uncle and yet he was glad that his uncle was still ignorant of what was going on.
"You'd think he really would?" Peter asked, grinning as Frank reached up to rub his forehead with his right hand and his paper gown ripped some more.
"Why don't they just let me wear normal clothes instead of this sheet of paper!" he moaned pathetically, while Mark and Peter laughed and Mr. White came over with a smile.
"I am happy to see that you are all right, Frank," Mr. White said. Frank struggled to return the smile, but he scowled instead as his paper gown ripped when he lowered his arm.
"So am I, but I would definately prefer something to wear that isn't paper--"
"--and that doesn't show off you're butt," Peter finished, grinning, while Mark cracked up. Frank scowled at the two and tossed a plastic cup that was laying next to him on a tray at them.
Mr. White chuckled at the boys' antics. "Yes, well, you should be glad your uncle came in at that time. I believe if you would have laid there any longer, you would have lost too much blood," he said, seriously.
"I am very glad," Frank said, smiling at his uncle, who came over to his bedside.
"There's still this trouble with how this happened," Uncle Eric started, pointed towards Frank's shoulder. "Some of the doctors believe I did it unil you told them otherwise."
Frank felt his heart sink. What could he tell his uncle? That the Nazgûl were after him because he used to be Frodo Baggins? That would definately not work out.
He looked over to Mark and Peter, who looked just about as uncomfortable about telling Uncle Eric as he felt. He then looked over to Mr. White, who just shook his head, telling Frank that he couldn't tell him what was really going on.
"I-I don't really know how it happened. I had an extremely vivid dream about a person being chased by nine people and it seemed so real that when the person passed out, I fell off my bed. I didn't even know I was bleeding until you came in," Frank said, coming close to telling the actual truth.
Uncle Eric, however, didn't look like he entirely believed his nephew's story.
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Hehe. Okay, let's review. Frank is injured and in the hospital. So that means the Nazgul might have a better chance of getting him. Liking this? well, there is more coming soon! ^.~
mamfa: You know, after you made that comment I considered having one of the Fellowship members as a female...lol! This should have good reactions.
Danielle53: Glad you enjoy it! Hope you'll stay tune!
CoolMistaria1:Sure I can end it like that! It is very easy! ^.^ *blinks* One of your favs? On Ff.n? Whoa...you're really making me blush there. Is it okay if I be modest for a moment? I'm a very modest person. ^.^
Katrine Lila Loamsdown-Fitzgerald: Say that name three times fast! J/k Hehe. ^.^ Thank you for the lovely complements, and if you get that fic out, be sure to tell me! ^.^
rome: Lol A golden goose egg! Lol. Don't tell but I borrowed it from Willy Wonka! ^.^ Yes, Merry...er Mark knew already. ^.^ And you shall see more of the Fellowship soon, probably in this one, but I'm not telling! ^.~
immortaljedi: Lol. More coming your way!
Disclaimer: You guys already know that I don't own any of them!
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Chapter Six: Nightmares
"You knew?" Frank asked slowly, staring at Mark, who nodded. Frank then looked over to Peter, who looked quite uncomfortable. "You both knew?"
"We couldn't just tell you, Frank. I only told Peter because he overheard the end of my talk with Mr. White--" Mark tried to explain.
"You talked to Mr. White about this and you told Peter...but not me?" Frank interrupted. Peter was now watching Frank, extremely not comfortable with how this was going.
"I thought about telling you at lunch, but then you went to get your math homework and then you came back saying that you ran into a person in black. A Nazgûl. I couldn't just tell you then. I don't really think you would have believed me," Mark said calmly.
Frank sighed and buried his face in his hands. It's not that he was upset at Mark. He had just felt that it would have been better if the two knew nothing about it. It would have been better for him to do it alone, than with them. They could be hurt or worse killed.
"We know what you're thinking, Frank," Peter spoke up. "And it would not have been better if we didn't know anything. You're lucky we know about this."
Mark nodded in agreement. "You need all the help you can get, Frank. Help just happens to be us," he said.
"Oh, someone save me from you two," Frank said with a bit of a laugh. Peter grinned a little.
"The only person to save you from us is Sean and he's not here," he snickered, while Mark laughed. Frank shook his head and sighed again.
"Well...since we three know what's going on, how will we know who's the rest of the Fellowship?" he asked, noticing that the sky was considerably darker than it had been when he had arrived at his trailer.
"I have no clue, actually. But we'll find them all, don't worry," Mark answered, patting his friend on the shoulder. Peter did the same, but paused for a moment.
"Do you think you can talk your uncle into letting us eat here? I'm starving!"
That night was yet another night of uneasy sleep and horrifying dreams for Frank Johnson. Frank dreamt all about the night on Weathertop and how Glorfindel took him and rode as fast as he could to Rivendell with the Black Riders following.
Frank knew what was happening in his dreams, but he couldn't see anything and he could barely hear the sound of horses galloping. The main thing that Frank felt was the icy stab of pain in his left shoulder and the cold and darkness reaching out to him as he struggled to stay conscious.
Right when he got to the part where he passed out, Frank fell out of his bed and woke up in a cold sweat. He saw that his blankets were tangled around his legs and that they were all soaked in his sweat.
Instead of getting up and getting back into bed, Frank groaned and slammed his head on the carpeted ground. He laid there until morning, when his uncle came in to wake him up.
Uncle Eric eyed Frank for a moment before taking notice to his damp sheets. "Are you all right, Frank?" he asked, worriedly.
Frank waved his hand. "Fi--" he started with a high pitched voice, but then cleared his throat and continued in his normal voice, "I'm fine. Bad dreams."
"Uh huh," his uncle said, walking up to his bed and examined it. "What's this?"
Frank sat up and looked over the bed to see that his uncle was pointing at a spot of red on the upper part of his bed. Paling, Frank slung the twisted blankets off of him and saw that his left shoulder was indeed bleeding.
"Frank!" Uncle Eric cried out and rushed over to him. Frank just stared dumbly at the blood as he prodded his shoulder with his fingers.
He nearly retched when he felt that it was indeed real blood. His uncle, not caring about Frank's favorite sleeping shirt, ripped it at the seam and exposed Frank's bleeding shoulder, revealing a wound that looked horribly like the wound Frodo had received when he was stabbed by a Black Rider.
"How did this happen?" Uncle Eric asked mostly to himself as he pressed his hand against the wound. Frank hissed in pain. Why was his shoulder bleeding? And how?
"We're going to have to go to the hospital. Frank, what happened?" his uncle said, helping Frank, who suddenly felt lightheaded, up. Frank didn't answer because at that momnet he felt as if he was going to hurl.
Frank really didn't have to do anything as he was taken by the doctors to be examined. As soon as he and his uncle had stepped into the emergancy waiting room, the doctors and nurses came from all directions, some of them coming after spotting his blood-soaked shirt and some coming because Uncle Eric had called before going to the hostpital. They just basically patched up the wound and told him he would have to stay a night for observations.
The only problem with this was that Frank had to wear a sheet of paper that showed his backside if he stood. Extremely confused and extremely embarrassed that he had to wear the piece of paper, Frank barely had his mind on his wound. That was until his uncle, Mr. White, Peter, Mark, and Sean all same into the room.
Peter, Mark, and Sean were the first to make it to his bed side, while Mr. White hung back, talking with his uncle.
"Frank, what on earth happened?" Peter asked, eyes wide as he saw that Frank was hooked up to some fliuds. Frank had not wanted them, but the nurse had told him that since he had lost a considerable amount of blood he would need them.
"Was it a Rider?" Mark asked, his eyes wide at the sight of Frank's unusually pale face. Sean was the only one who didn't ask anything and just stood there, staring in horror.
"I don't know what happened and I don't know if it was," Frank answered, lifting his right arm and wincing as he heard the paper gown rip a bit. Peter seemed to get a humorous look on his face when this happened, while Mark ignored the loud rip.
"Why didn't you tell your uncle that you were bleeding sooner?" he demanded, while Frank looked at him surprised. He must have been understanding why he was bleeding.
"I didn't know I was until Uncle Eric came in my room this morning to wake me up for schoo--hey, wait a minute...why aren't you guys in school?" Frank said, eyeing them suspiciously. Mark and Peter exchanged looks.
"Eric checked us out while you were getting patched up. He was really upset that you didn't tell him that you were bleeding and you wouldn't tell him how you got that wound," Mark answered, pointing to Frank's left shoulder when he was saying the last part of his sentence.
"If I told him how I think I got it, he would put me in an insane asylum," Frank said glumly, whishing once again that he could tell his uncle and yet he was glad that his uncle was still ignorant of what was going on.
"You'd think he really would?" Peter asked, grinning as Frank reached up to rub his forehead with his right hand and his paper gown ripped some more.
"Why don't they just let me wear normal clothes instead of this sheet of paper!" he moaned pathetically, while Mark and Peter laughed and Mr. White came over with a smile.
"I am happy to see that you are all right, Frank," Mr. White said. Frank struggled to return the smile, but he scowled instead as his paper gown ripped when he lowered his arm.
"So am I, but I would definately prefer something to wear that isn't paper--"
"--and that doesn't show off you're butt," Peter finished, grinning, while Mark cracked up. Frank scowled at the two and tossed a plastic cup that was laying next to him on a tray at them.
Mr. White chuckled at the boys' antics. "Yes, well, you should be glad your uncle came in at that time. I believe if you would have laid there any longer, you would have lost too much blood," he said, seriously.
"I am very glad," Frank said, smiling at his uncle, who came over to his bedside.
"There's still this trouble with how this happened," Uncle Eric started, pointed towards Frank's shoulder. "Some of the doctors believe I did it unil you told them otherwise."
Frank felt his heart sink. What could he tell his uncle? That the Nazgûl were after him because he used to be Frodo Baggins? That would definately not work out.
He looked over to Mark and Peter, who looked just about as uncomfortable about telling Uncle Eric as he felt. He then looked over to Mr. White, who just shook his head, telling Frank that he couldn't tell him what was really going on.
"I-I don't really know how it happened. I had an extremely vivid dream about a person being chased by nine people and it seemed so real that when the person passed out, I fell off my bed. I didn't even know I was bleeding until you came in," Frank said, coming close to telling the actual truth.
Uncle Eric, however, didn't look like he entirely believed his nephew's story.
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Hehe. Okay, let's review. Frank is injured and in the hospital. So that means the Nazgul might have a better chance of getting him. Liking this? well, there is more coming soon! ^.~
