Author's notes: Sorry it's been so long! But two of my computers crashed! Yes, we have three now! The first one crashed because of a short circut and the second crashed because...well, I don't know why, but now I'm back and ready to write! Hope I still have my fans out there still! Enjoy all! (yes, I know it's short!)
Disclaimer: Do we have to go into all this again? You all know the routine, so scat and go read the fic!
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Chapter Eight: The Stone
Hands. Dead old hands that looked as if they would rot off grabbed at him, trying to snatch away the precious object he was protecting. He couldn't let them get to it, but it was getting harder and harder to keep them away as everything was becoming even more blurred and confusing.
Suddenly, he let out an ear piercing scream that seemed to make the wretched hands shrink away from him. The object he was holding was burning like fire in his palm. He dropped the object when it became too hot for him to handle and grasped the hand it had burnt in pain.
Then he saw it.
Looking up from his hand, he saw fire burning around it, threatening to spread. He had to shield his face from the heat as it intensified to see what was going on. The fire was forming a cirlce around the object he had dropped. A ring.
The Ring!
He stumbled foreward, trying to grab hold of the object in the center of the wheel of fire, but the flames were rising higher and higher and licked at his arms. Then he noticed that the Ring of Fire seemed to be getting larger each passing second...
A sound of something beeping filled Frank's awareness as he slowly regained consciousness. The heat he had felt from his dream remained and he began to feel as if he was literally burning alive. Once he had reached the proper level of consciousness, he slowly began to open his eyes and discovered that he was once again in a hospital room. He also noticed that he was not alone.
Mr. White, Lena, and Uncle Eric were all in the room; Uncle Eric and Lena were both asleep on the chair/couch with a blanket draped over them, while Mr. White was sitting in a chair facing away from Frank.
Mr. White must have heard the change in the heart moniter's beeps, because when Frank realized where he was and who was with him, he turned toward the bed and looked very much relieved. He made his way over to Frank's bedside, sat in a chair beside it, and placed a comforting hand on the youth's. Mr. White's hand felt cool against his own hot one's, which comforted Frank a bit.
"Welcome back to the land of the living, Mr. Johnson," Mr. White said with a reassuring smile. Frank gave him a weak smile in return, but it melted away as he suddenly felt another burst of heat run through his system. He would have cried in pain, but his vocal cords weren't working properly.
Mr. White frowned and placed his second hand on Frank's forehead. His face was grave and Frank was beginning to fear the dream he had had. Mr. White caught the look of fear in the young boy's eyes and gave his heated hand a reassuring squeeze.
"It will be all right, Frank. You've been in a slight coma for two days now. It would have been three days, but you woke up right before midnight," his teacher told him, smiling a bit as Frank looked tiredly to the wall-clock and saw that it was indeed eleven fourty-two.
Frank wanted to know so badly what could make this burning sensation leave him. He was feeling unseen flames all over his body and was beginning to see those very flames in the endges of his vision. Where was the object he had been holding in the dream?
Frank gripped Mr. White's hand tighter as he was assaulted with another severe sensation of being burn by the never ending circle of fire. Mr. White was now wearing an even more grim expression as he watched, almost helplessly, the poor boy struggled against the unseen torment.
As another jolt of the unseen torture went through him, Frank was able to find his voice and managed to gasp out, in a hoarse voice, "Had it! Uncle--" Mr. White held the boy's hand tighter as the wave passed and the boy relaxed in his bed again, panting and covered in sweat.
Mr.White was looking ever more grave as he watched the youth struggled against the pull of unconsciousness. He then looked over to the two adults sleeping on the couch and called out, "Eric! Lena!"
This had been enough to jolt the two awake and upon seeing Frank's condition, Lena hurried over and placed hner own cool hand upon Frank's forehead. "My God, he's burning up! If his temperature raises any higher--"
"Eric," Mr. White interrupted. "Does Frank own anything that resembles a jewl or stone? Anything at all?"
Clueless at what was going on, Eric Johnson held his nephew's free hand tightly and nodded, pressing his lips into a thin line. "He has necklace with a stone of some sort on it that he gotten from his Father. He doesn't have it with him. I think it's at the trailor."
"I need you to go and get it. Now. This is important, Eric. Don't question until all is well," Mr. White ordered sternly as Frank began to breath heavier and was whimpering slightly in pain. Eric watched, helplessly, for another moment before nodding, releasing his nephew's hand, and heading out the door.
"He's still got that stone? I thought it would have been lost like everything else," Lena muttered to herself as she took the job of holding Frank's free hand. She looked regretful as the boy gripped her hand as well as Mr. White's.
The poor boy didn't need to go through all of this. Going through it one lifetime was enough.
"It shouldn't be long now. Once Eric gets that stone here, Frank will recover," Mr. White told her and she nodded, feelign as if tears were going to fall, but her stubbornness kept them in check.
"Where's Andrew when you need him?" she muttered to herself as he tightened her hold on the boy's hand. Mr. White gave her a wry grin and shook his head at her comment.
"I believe he is in London. At least, that was where he was over a week ago. There is no telling where he is now." Mr. White brushed some of the hair that had fallen onto Frank's forehead away, chewing nervously and thoughtfully on the inside of his cheek.
After several more long, and painful in Frank's case, minutes, Eric returned to the room and held up a necklace with a stone hanging off of it. He gave it to Mr. White, who removed his hand from Frank's own and placed the stone onto his palm. Frank immediately closed his fist around it and began to relax in his bed again, looking as if he were either asleep or...
Eric, fearing the worst, turned to Mr. White for reassurance, but the older man had none. It wasn't until they heard the forgotten sound of the heart moniter that they took a sigh of relief. Eric collasped in a chair near the door of the room, while Lena sat beck on her heels, as she was kneeling.
There was a moment of silence between the three adults, but that didn't last long, as Eric was now extremely worried about his nephew's condition.
"What the hell was that, Gary? What happened to Frank? Why was he burning up like that?" he demanded, glaring at the old school teacher. Mr. White leaned back in his seat, putting a thoughtful finger to his mouth.
"The only thing I can say at the moment, Eric, is that Frank is in a great deal of danger."
(A/N: Could have just left it right there, but I'm not mean! ^.^)
This time when Frank awoke, there was no Ring of Fire that was trying to engulf him in. Instead, as he opened his eyes, he was greated with the sight of someone he didn't know standing in front of him, watching him.
The first thought that came to his confused mind was that it was another Nazgûl trying to get him and tried to hit the person. He was quite surprised when he actually hit the person. Frank's mind seemed to clear at that moment and he sat up slightly.
"That's a hell of a punch a kid's got after being asleep for a week," the man--not a Nazgûl--said, rubbing his jaw which Frank's fist had came in contact with. Frank's face went slightly red and he lied back in the bed as the man stood up, obviously not seriously injured.
"Ah," the man said, rubbing his jaw one last time. "Well, I see you are much better. From what Lena had told me, I thought you would still be extremely weak, but I guess I was wrong."
Frnak just stared at the man in confusion. No one else was in the room but him and the man. Suddenly, Frank didn't think he could manage another hit.
"Adrenaline," Frank answered hoarsely and he then noticed that he was hooked up to more tubes and whatnot. It was a good thing he didn't mind needles.
"Ah, thought I was a Nazgûl, did you?" the man asked and Frank noticed his British accent.
Frank nodded slightly, but then paused as the man sat on the foot of his bed. "How'd you know about them?"
"The Nazgûl? Ah, They've been looking around for you for a while. Even in England!" the man answered, chuckling a bit, but then got serious and explained, "I know about them, because I was a part of the Fellowship. My name today is Andrew Thomson. My name when the Fellowship was formed was Aragorn son of Arathorn."
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Okay, I'm done! It is now 1:40 a.m. central time and I am in need of some serious sleep. Hope you all enjoyed and will continue to read this fic! I swear, I'll get the action going more! I just had to introduce one more of the Fellowship before the action started. Yes, the rest of the Fellowship will be in this fic, but not until later! Well, until then! Lata! ^.^
Disclaimer: Do we have to go into all this again? You all know the routine, so scat and go read the fic!
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Chapter Eight: The Stone
Hands. Dead old hands that looked as if they would rot off grabbed at him, trying to snatch away the precious object he was protecting. He couldn't let them get to it, but it was getting harder and harder to keep them away as everything was becoming even more blurred and confusing.
Suddenly, he let out an ear piercing scream that seemed to make the wretched hands shrink away from him. The object he was holding was burning like fire in his palm. He dropped the object when it became too hot for him to handle and grasped the hand it had burnt in pain.
Then he saw it.
Looking up from his hand, he saw fire burning around it, threatening to spread. He had to shield his face from the heat as it intensified to see what was going on. The fire was forming a cirlce around the object he had dropped. A ring.
The Ring!
He stumbled foreward, trying to grab hold of the object in the center of the wheel of fire, but the flames were rising higher and higher and licked at his arms. Then he noticed that the Ring of Fire seemed to be getting larger each passing second...
A sound of something beeping filled Frank's awareness as he slowly regained consciousness. The heat he had felt from his dream remained and he began to feel as if he was literally burning alive. Once he had reached the proper level of consciousness, he slowly began to open his eyes and discovered that he was once again in a hospital room. He also noticed that he was not alone.
Mr. White, Lena, and Uncle Eric were all in the room; Uncle Eric and Lena were both asleep on the chair/couch with a blanket draped over them, while Mr. White was sitting in a chair facing away from Frank.
Mr. White must have heard the change in the heart moniter's beeps, because when Frank realized where he was and who was with him, he turned toward the bed and looked very much relieved. He made his way over to Frank's bedside, sat in a chair beside it, and placed a comforting hand on the youth's. Mr. White's hand felt cool against his own hot one's, which comforted Frank a bit.
"Welcome back to the land of the living, Mr. Johnson," Mr. White said with a reassuring smile. Frank gave him a weak smile in return, but it melted away as he suddenly felt another burst of heat run through his system. He would have cried in pain, but his vocal cords weren't working properly.
Mr. White frowned and placed his second hand on Frank's forehead. His face was grave and Frank was beginning to fear the dream he had had. Mr. White caught the look of fear in the young boy's eyes and gave his heated hand a reassuring squeeze.
"It will be all right, Frank. You've been in a slight coma for two days now. It would have been three days, but you woke up right before midnight," his teacher told him, smiling a bit as Frank looked tiredly to the wall-clock and saw that it was indeed eleven fourty-two.
Frank wanted to know so badly what could make this burning sensation leave him. He was feeling unseen flames all over his body and was beginning to see those very flames in the endges of his vision. Where was the object he had been holding in the dream?
Frank gripped Mr. White's hand tighter as he was assaulted with another severe sensation of being burn by the never ending circle of fire. Mr. White was now wearing an even more grim expression as he watched, almost helplessly, the poor boy struggled against the unseen torment.
As another jolt of the unseen torture went through him, Frank was able to find his voice and managed to gasp out, in a hoarse voice, "Had it! Uncle--" Mr. White held the boy's hand tighter as the wave passed and the boy relaxed in his bed again, panting and covered in sweat.
Mr.White was looking ever more grave as he watched the youth struggled against the pull of unconsciousness. He then looked over to the two adults sleeping on the couch and called out, "Eric! Lena!"
This had been enough to jolt the two awake and upon seeing Frank's condition, Lena hurried over and placed hner own cool hand upon Frank's forehead. "My God, he's burning up! If his temperature raises any higher--"
"Eric," Mr. White interrupted. "Does Frank own anything that resembles a jewl or stone? Anything at all?"
Clueless at what was going on, Eric Johnson held his nephew's free hand tightly and nodded, pressing his lips into a thin line. "He has necklace with a stone of some sort on it that he gotten from his Father. He doesn't have it with him. I think it's at the trailor."
"I need you to go and get it. Now. This is important, Eric. Don't question until all is well," Mr. White ordered sternly as Frank began to breath heavier and was whimpering slightly in pain. Eric watched, helplessly, for another moment before nodding, releasing his nephew's hand, and heading out the door.
"He's still got that stone? I thought it would have been lost like everything else," Lena muttered to herself as she took the job of holding Frank's free hand. She looked regretful as the boy gripped her hand as well as Mr. White's.
The poor boy didn't need to go through all of this. Going through it one lifetime was enough.
"It shouldn't be long now. Once Eric gets that stone here, Frank will recover," Mr. White told her and she nodded, feelign as if tears were going to fall, but her stubbornness kept them in check.
"Where's Andrew when you need him?" she muttered to herself as he tightened her hold on the boy's hand. Mr. White gave her a wry grin and shook his head at her comment.
"I believe he is in London. At least, that was where he was over a week ago. There is no telling where he is now." Mr. White brushed some of the hair that had fallen onto Frank's forehead away, chewing nervously and thoughtfully on the inside of his cheek.
After several more long, and painful in Frank's case, minutes, Eric returned to the room and held up a necklace with a stone hanging off of it. He gave it to Mr. White, who removed his hand from Frank's own and placed the stone onto his palm. Frank immediately closed his fist around it and began to relax in his bed again, looking as if he were either asleep or...
Eric, fearing the worst, turned to Mr. White for reassurance, but the older man had none. It wasn't until they heard the forgotten sound of the heart moniter that they took a sigh of relief. Eric collasped in a chair near the door of the room, while Lena sat beck on her heels, as she was kneeling.
There was a moment of silence between the three adults, but that didn't last long, as Eric was now extremely worried about his nephew's condition.
"What the hell was that, Gary? What happened to Frank? Why was he burning up like that?" he demanded, glaring at the old school teacher. Mr. White leaned back in his seat, putting a thoughtful finger to his mouth.
"The only thing I can say at the moment, Eric, is that Frank is in a great deal of danger."
(A/N: Could have just left it right there, but I'm not mean! ^.^)
This time when Frank awoke, there was no Ring of Fire that was trying to engulf him in. Instead, as he opened his eyes, he was greated with the sight of someone he didn't know standing in front of him, watching him.
The first thought that came to his confused mind was that it was another Nazgûl trying to get him and tried to hit the person. He was quite surprised when he actually hit the person. Frank's mind seemed to clear at that moment and he sat up slightly.
"That's a hell of a punch a kid's got after being asleep for a week," the man--not a Nazgûl--said, rubbing his jaw which Frank's fist had came in contact with. Frank's face went slightly red and he lied back in the bed as the man stood up, obviously not seriously injured.
"Ah," the man said, rubbing his jaw one last time. "Well, I see you are much better. From what Lena had told me, I thought you would still be extremely weak, but I guess I was wrong."
Frnak just stared at the man in confusion. No one else was in the room but him and the man. Suddenly, Frank didn't think he could manage another hit.
"Adrenaline," Frank answered hoarsely and he then noticed that he was hooked up to more tubes and whatnot. It was a good thing he didn't mind needles.
"Ah, thought I was a Nazgûl, did you?" the man asked and Frank noticed his British accent.
Frank nodded slightly, but then paused as the man sat on the foot of his bed. "How'd you know about them?"
"The Nazgûl? Ah, They've been looking around for you for a while. Even in England!" the man answered, chuckling a bit, but then got serious and explained, "I know about them, because I was a part of the Fellowship. My name today is Andrew Thomson. My name when the Fellowship was formed was Aragorn son of Arathorn."
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Okay, I'm done! It is now 1:40 a.m. central time and I am in need of some serious sleep. Hope you all enjoyed and will continue to read this fic! I swear, I'll get the action going more! I just had to introduce one more of the Fellowship before the action started. Yes, the rest of the Fellowship will be in this fic, but not until later! Well, until then! Lata! ^.^
