Author's notes: Well, this didn't turn out as long as I had planned, but I guess it's a little longer than the last chapter.
MerryPenDragon: *scratches head and shrugs* That's what my sister told me. If it's incorrect it's her fault and now this fic is only a tid bit AU when it talks about the books. ^.^ Aren't I a genius, coming up with that solution? J/k. ^.^ I'll look into it though(once my mother gets the lock off of the storage building!)
Eryn: *blinku* Who says Sean got kidnapped? *evil look* Maybe he just moved away without telling anyone *another evil look* .oot ,segassem sdrawkcab eht evol I ^.^ Lol. !suineg ton ioM .ecuij eparg otni snomel nrut ot woh nrael reve ll'I kniht t'nod I ^.^ *blinks* Talent? Where? *sees Talent running off* Hey! Come back! *chases after it*
Ailsa: Eh...Sean's gone away somewhere. Won't say were...wouldn't be nice of me to spoil it ^.~ Oh, don't worry. He'll be back sooner or later ^.~ After all...it's as you said Frodo couldn't manage without Sam so Frank'll need Sean. ^.^ Thanks for the review! Hope you're feeling better!
ViNguyen: Lol. How did I know someone would do that? Lol! Thanks for the review! ^.^
DEDICATION TO MERRYPENDRAGON! Yep. First reviewer for chapter ten and who turned the message rightways. ^.^ (yes, it was a silly little message, but I thought it was funny ^.^)
Anyways...ON WITH THE FIC! ^.^
NOTE: ERICH IS PRONOUNCED THE SAME AS ERIC WHICH IS WHY MARK SAYS IT "ERIC" INSTEAD OF ERICH IN THIS CHAPTER.
Disclaimer: Look to previous chapters and find out.(too lazy to type it out this chapter ^.^")
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Chapter Eleven: Waiting
Two days crawled by for Frank. Ever since he had discovered Sean's departure, he had been more afraid of being alone than anything. Every day could be seen with Mark, Frank, and Peter all together; Mark and Peter would be speaking in low voices while Frank offered no words of opinion.
The threat of the seven remaining Nazgûl lied silent for those two days, making all who knew anxious and terrified of what was to come. When was the threat going to show itself?, they all wondered, though they dreaded the time they would come out of the shadows.
Even with these feeling, none spoke of the suspense of waiting.
Frank silently took a small bite of his pizza while Mark helped Peter with his geometry, which was a headache for the both of them. It had been a tiring day for them all as all of the teachers had conspired against them, loading them with tons of homework, as well as several essays(in the case of English and Science).
To top it all off, one of the essays was to be done in pairs...
...and Frank had Erin as a partner.
"No, no!" Mark objected; and Peter tossed down his pencil in aggitation, clutching his head as he moaned. "A squared plus B squared equal C squared!"
"Well, how am I supposed to find--" Their small--and, to Frank, slightly amusing--squabble ceased abruptly; and the oldest looked curiously to where they were looking, only to blink in surprise.
Erin was standing right behind him.
"I need to talk to you," she said shortly and quickly, retreating a few steps afterward and leaving Frank in bewilderment.
"Well," commented Peter with a grin. "That was interesting and new."
Mark nodded in agreement. "Better go see what she wants. Don't want to see her cause a mess."
Frank stared blankly at the pizza he was still holding before he put it down on his tray, stoof, and left. Behind him, Mark and Peter eyed his plate hungrily.
"Think he'll notice?" Peter asked without looking to Mark, who answered, "Nope," and pounced on the food at the same time as his younger friend.
Frank found Erin out in the courtyard, which was prettu much empty because the bell was soon to ring. The blonde-headed girl was facing away from him, arms crossed in an effort to keep warm in the early-November, chilly air.
Taking some pity on her, for she seemed to have forgotten her jacket inside and didn't look to want to go inside, Frank slid his own jacket off of his shoulders--thankfully wearing long-sleeves--and held it toward her.
"Here," he said, making her turn toward him in surprise. When she didn't take the jacket, Frank sighed in frustration and, opening the jacket wide, placed it on her shoulders quickly before backing away slightly.
"Warmer?" he asked, noticing how his breath froze in the air as he spoke.
Erin, who seemed to be a little shocked at his actions, looked at him curiously. "Why'd you do that?"
Frank groaned and gestured around them in annoyance. "Because it's cold? What, I can't ever be a gentleman?" he questioned.
Erin looked as though she was biting back a retort and, instead, said, "We need to talk."
Frank blinked. "Well, I'd assume so," he said, sarcasm creeping into his voice. "Why else would I be out here?"
Erin just stared at him coldly.
"Fine," he sighed in defeat. "What do you want to talk about--?"
"Nazgûl," she said promptly, making Frank freeze.
"Wh-what?" he choked out, barely believing what he had heard. How could she--?
"What. Is. A. Nazgûl?" Erin asked through gritted teeth. Poor Frank could only stand there and stare as his breath became quick and short.
Erin, however, took his silence as an answer and sighed, "This is really weird."
That snapped the boy out of his stunned stated. "How do you--?"
"I don't know," snapped the girl angrily. "I was just tlaking to Melissa about some...stupid novel and when she said something I thought two words without thinking. Nazgûl and Johnson."
When he didn't reply, Erin shouted, "Why did I even bother! I'm just going crazy!"
She tried to leave, but Frank stopped her.
"Wait," he said, quickly grabbing her arm. "You said you just thought it...just like that?"
She glared at him, angry that he had touched her, Frank assumed.
"Not 'just like that,'" she said impatiently. "I didn't even really think it! It just came."
Frank blinked. "Well, that doesn't make any sense," he mutter to himself, looking confused.
Erin jerked her arm out of his grasp. "You know what? Forget I said anything," she said before shrugging off the jacket and tossing it to Frank. "Thanks a lot."
Frank watched as she stalked back into school before he looked to his jacket, muttering, "Just like that?"
"Just like that," mused Mr. White as he leaned back into his seat.
"Yes, Sir," Frank said, shifting a bit. WHen he had decided to tell Mr. White, he hadn't expected to find Andrew already talking to the teacher in a low, urgent voice and that he had been followed by Peter and Mark.
To be honest, Frank wasn't sure why this news was so important.
"I had never considered..." murmured the English teacher, while the British man sighed.
"Didn't Brian say--" he started.
"Brian?" asked Peter in confusion.
"Boromir," was the collective answer, making the one-time Hobbit blush in embarrassment.
"You found him?" Mark questioned, realizing what he had just said. Andrew nodded.
"He was in Canada--"
"O, Canada?" Peter asked with a bit of a smirk, getting elbowed by Mark as he did.
"Yes," replied Andrew with some exasperation. "Now if you all are finished, may I finish what I had begun to say?"
No one said anything, so the one-time Ranger turned to Mr. White. "Brian said that there were others besides the Fellowship. It's not impossible to believe, Gary, but there's a problem."
Mr. White didn't reply, seeming to understand the implication. The teenaged boys, however, did not.
"Problem?" echoed Frank, not fully understanding what Andrew had been saying. The tall man turned to the short boy with troubled eyes and a weary ecpression.
"Brian found someone where he is who retains the memories of Èomer. His name is Erich and his family is divorced. Three guesses to where his father and sister live," he said with dry humor.
"Eric?" Mark asked while Frank covered his face with his hands.
"Erin's brother!" he moaned.
Andrew nodded, a bit of amusement creeping into his eyes as he watched the boy. "Erich has the memories of Èomer and you now tell me that Erin is remembering as well? That would suggest that it is Èowyn, but we cannot take this lightly."
He paused for a moment, studying each of them. "Here is where the problem presents itself: if these two, who played no part in the Fellowship, have retained their memories...what of our enemies?"
Again there was silence.
"I believe," Mr. White said quietly, disrupting the penetrating silence. "that the answer to that question will be answered shortly. We merely have to wait for it."
"Andrew's a bit of a pessimist, if you ask me," Peter said as he, Frank, and Mark walked home that afternoon. Mark shifted his booksack and shrugged.
"What did you expect?" he asked, giving Peter a curious look.
"I dunno...more of Aragorn?" the younger boy suggested while his friend rolled his eyes.
"Aragorn was a bit of a pessimist, too. He just expects the worse because it may just happen," Frank said before Mark could say anything. Peter blinked in surprise at the statement.
"I guess," he agreed hesitantly.
"Besides," added Mark. "He might know something we don't. They tend to not tell us things. Remember?"
Peter made a face. "That sucks if there really is a Saruman running around."
"At least," Frank put in quietly. "Sauron's soul was destroyed with the Ring."
Neither of the others replied.
It was then that the sound was heard. Frank looked first toward his left and then his right while Mark and Peter tried to place the sound. It was soft--too far away to be heard clearly.
It chilled the three to the bone with its ominous whisper of sound. It almost reminded them of--
Frank paled.
"They have horses?" His voice shook as he spoke, gaining Mark and Peter's attention. All of them listened to the quiet galloping, looking to all sides, wondering where they would come from.
Mark was the first to speak.
"Maybe they aren't coming this way," he whispered as he drew himself closer to Frank. "Maybe...maybe they're--"
His voice was drowned by the shriek of several horses, their locations indistinct. The hair on the back of Frank's neck rose as his mind recalled the chilling sound of Nazgûl steeds, horses that had been mistreated and tormented to become the bearers of what was left of the Black Riders.
"Let's get inside a house," Frank whispered, looking to the East. "Hurry."
And, without further prompting, Mark and Peter took off running; Frank tailed them, all the while looking back to the East for a sign of them. Any sign.
...he didn't wait long.
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Oooh...suspense...don't you just love it? ^.^" You know you love me for it! Anyway...um...this chapter I'm making a request for you reviewers to answer...um...I've been kind of having trouble finding more fics that I HAVEN'T read and...well...maybe you guys know of some good fics that I could read. If you know of a fic you enjoyed, send in a suggestion! Cause I need to pass the time between coming home from school and waiting for Yu-Gi-Oh and Inuyasha to come on. ^.^ Thanks for the help in that area.
Message: ".esrevinu lellarap a ni dekrap yllanogaid m'I ekil leef I" -Unknown (Too true. Too true ^.^)
Anyways, that's all for today! Hope you've all enjoyed! Ja ne! ^.~
MerryPenDragon: *scratches head and shrugs* That's what my sister told me. If it's incorrect it's her fault and now this fic is only a tid bit AU when it talks about the books. ^.^ Aren't I a genius, coming up with that solution? J/k. ^.^ I'll look into it though(once my mother gets the lock off of the storage building!)
Eryn: *blinku* Who says Sean got kidnapped? *evil look* Maybe he just moved away without telling anyone *another evil look* .oot ,segassem sdrawkcab eht evol I ^.^ Lol. !suineg ton ioM .ecuij eparg otni snomel nrut ot woh nrael reve ll'I kniht t'nod I ^.^ *blinks* Talent? Where? *sees Talent running off* Hey! Come back! *chases after it*
Ailsa: Eh...Sean's gone away somewhere. Won't say were...wouldn't be nice of me to spoil it ^.~ Oh, don't worry. He'll be back sooner or later ^.~ After all...it's as you said Frodo couldn't manage without Sam so Frank'll need Sean. ^.^ Thanks for the review! Hope you're feeling better!
ViNguyen: Lol. How did I know someone would do that? Lol! Thanks for the review! ^.^
DEDICATION TO MERRYPENDRAGON! Yep. First reviewer for chapter ten and who turned the message rightways. ^.^ (yes, it was a silly little message, but I thought it was funny ^.^)
Anyways...ON WITH THE FIC! ^.^
NOTE: ERICH IS PRONOUNCED THE SAME AS ERIC WHICH IS WHY MARK SAYS IT "ERIC" INSTEAD OF ERICH IN THIS CHAPTER.
Disclaimer: Look to previous chapters and find out.(too lazy to type it out this chapter ^.^")
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Chapter Eleven: Waiting
Two days crawled by for Frank. Ever since he had discovered Sean's departure, he had been more afraid of being alone than anything. Every day could be seen with Mark, Frank, and Peter all together; Mark and Peter would be speaking in low voices while Frank offered no words of opinion.
The threat of the seven remaining Nazgûl lied silent for those two days, making all who knew anxious and terrified of what was to come. When was the threat going to show itself?, they all wondered, though they dreaded the time they would come out of the shadows.
Even with these feeling, none spoke of the suspense of waiting.
Frank silently took a small bite of his pizza while Mark helped Peter with his geometry, which was a headache for the both of them. It had been a tiring day for them all as all of the teachers had conspired against them, loading them with tons of homework, as well as several essays(in the case of English and Science).
To top it all off, one of the essays was to be done in pairs...
...and Frank had Erin as a partner.
"No, no!" Mark objected; and Peter tossed down his pencil in aggitation, clutching his head as he moaned. "A squared plus B squared equal C squared!"
"Well, how am I supposed to find--" Their small--and, to Frank, slightly amusing--squabble ceased abruptly; and the oldest looked curiously to where they were looking, only to blink in surprise.
Erin was standing right behind him.
"I need to talk to you," she said shortly and quickly, retreating a few steps afterward and leaving Frank in bewilderment.
"Well," commented Peter with a grin. "That was interesting and new."
Mark nodded in agreement. "Better go see what she wants. Don't want to see her cause a mess."
Frank stared blankly at the pizza he was still holding before he put it down on his tray, stoof, and left. Behind him, Mark and Peter eyed his plate hungrily.
"Think he'll notice?" Peter asked without looking to Mark, who answered, "Nope," and pounced on the food at the same time as his younger friend.
Frank found Erin out in the courtyard, which was prettu much empty because the bell was soon to ring. The blonde-headed girl was facing away from him, arms crossed in an effort to keep warm in the early-November, chilly air.
Taking some pity on her, for she seemed to have forgotten her jacket inside and didn't look to want to go inside, Frank slid his own jacket off of his shoulders--thankfully wearing long-sleeves--and held it toward her.
"Here," he said, making her turn toward him in surprise. When she didn't take the jacket, Frank sighed in frustration and, opening the jacket wide, placed it on her shoulders quickly before backing away slightly.
"Warmer?" he asked, noticing how his breath froze in the air as he spoke.
Erin, who seemed to be a little shocked at his actions, looked at him curiously. "Why'd you do that?"
Frank groaned and gestured around them in annoyance. "Because it's cold? What, I can't ever be a gentleman?" he questioned.
Erin looked as though she was biting back a retort and, instead, said, "We need to talk."
Frank blinked. "Well, I'd assume so," he said, sarcasm creeping into his voice. "Why else would I be out here?"
Erin just stared at him coldly.
"Fine," he sighed in defeat. "What do you want to talk about--?"
"Nazgûl," she said promptly, making Frank freeze.
"Wh-what?" he choked out, barely believing what he had heard. How could she--?
"What. Is. A. Nazgûl?" Erin asked through gritted teeth. Poor Frank could only stand there and stare as his breath became quick and short.
Erin, however, took his silence as an answer and sighed, "This is really weird."
That snapped the boy out of his stunned stated. "How do you--?"
"I don't know," snapped the girl angrily. "I was just tlaking to Melissa about some...stupid novel and when she said something I thought two words without thinking. Nazgûl and Johnson."
When he didn't reply, Erin shouted, "Why did I even bother! I'm just going crazy!"
She tried to leave, but Frank stopped her.
"Wait," he said, quickly grabbing her arm. "You said you just thought it...just like that?"
She glared at him, angry that he had touched her, Frank assumed.
"Not 'just like that,'" she said impatiently. "I didn't even really think it! It just came."
Frank blinked. "Well, that doesn't make any sense," he mutter to himself, looking confused.
Erin jerked her arm out of his grasp. "You know what? Forget I said anything," she said before shrugging off the jacket and tossing it to Frank. "Thanks a lot."
Frank watched as she stalked back into school before he looked to his jacket, muttering, "Just like that?"
"Just like that," mused Mr. White as he leaned back into his seat.
"Yes, Sir," Frank said, shifting a bit. WHen he had decided to tell Mr. White, he hadn't expected to find Andrew already talking to the teacher in a low, urgent voice and that he had been followed by Peter and Mark.
To be honest, Frank wasn't sure why this news was so important.
"I had never considered..." murmured the English teacher, while the British man sighed.
"Didn't Brian say--" he started.
"Brian?" asked Peter in confusion.
"Boromir," was the collective answer, making the one-time Hobbit blush in embarrassment.
"You found him?" Mark questioned, realizing what he had just said. Andrew nodded.
"He was in Canada--"
"O, Canada?" Peter asked with a bit of a smirk, getting elbowed by Mark as he did.
"Yes," replied Andrew with some exasperation. "Now if you all are finished, may I finish what I had begun to say?"
No one said anything, so the one-time Ranger turned to Mr. White. "Brian said that there were others besides the Fellowship. It's not impossible to believe, Gary, but there's a problem."
Mr. White didn't reply, seeming to understand the implication. The teenaged boys, however, did not.
"Problem?" echoed Frank, not fully understanding what Andrew had been saying. The tall man turned to the short boy with troubled eyes and a weary ecpression.
"Brian found someone where he is who retains the memories of Èomer. His name is Erich and his family is divorced. Three guesses to where his father and sister live," he said with dry humor.
"Eric?" Mark asked while Frank covered his face with his hands.
"Erin's brother!" he moaned.
Andrew nodded, a bit of amusement creeping into his eyes as he watched the boy. "Erich has the memories of Èomer and you now tell me that Erin is remembering as well? That would suggest that it is Èowyn, but we cannot take this lightly."
He paused for a moment, studying each of them. "Here is where the problem presents itself: if these two, who played no part in the Fellowship, have retained their memories...what of our enemies?"
Again there was silence.
"I believe," Mr. White said quietly, disrupting the penetrating silence. "that the answer to that question will be answered shortly. We merely have to wait for it."
"Andrew's a bit of a pessimist, if you ask me," Peter said as he, Frank, and Mark walked home that afternoon. Mark shifted his booksack and shrugged.
"What did you expect?" he asked, giving Peter a curious look.
"I dunno...more of Aragorn?" the younger boy suggested while his friend rolled his eyes.
"Aragorn was a bit of a pessimist, too. He just expects the worse because it may just happen," Frank said before Mark could say anything. Peter blinked in surprise at the statement.
"I guess," he agreed hesitantly.
"Besides," added Mark. "He might know something we don't. They tend to not tell us things. Remember?"
Peter made a face. "That sucks if there really is a Saruman running around."
"At least," Frank put in quietly. "Sauron's soul was destroyed with the Ring."
Neither of the others replied.
It was then that the sound was heard. Frank looked first toward his left and then his right while Mark and Peter tried to place the sound. It was soft--too far away to be heard clearly.
It chilled the three to the bone with its ominous whisper of sound. It almost reminded them of--
Frank paled.
"They have horses?" His voice shook as he spoke, gaining Mark and Peter's attention. All of them listened to the quiet galloping, looking to all sides, wondering where they would come from.
Mark was the first to speak.
"Maybe they aren't coming this way," he whispered as he drew himself closer to Frank. "Maybe...maybe they're--"
His voice was drowned by the shriek of several horses, their locations indistinct. The hair on the back of Frank's neck rose as his mind recalled the chilling sound of Nazgûl steeds, horses that had been mistreated and tormented to become the bearers of what was left of the Black Riders.
"Let's get inside a house," Frank whispered, looking to the East. "Hurry."
And, without further prompting, Mark and Peter took off running; Frank tailed them, all the while looking back to the East for a sign of them. Any sign.
...he didn't wait long.
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Oooh...suspense...don't you just love it? ^.^" You know you love me for it! Anyway...um...this chapter I'm making a request for you reviewers to answer...um...I've been kind of having trouble finding more fics that I HAVEN'T read and...well...maybe you guys know of some good fics that I could read. If you know of a fic you enjoyed, send in a suggestion! Cause I need to pass the time between coming home from school and waiting for Yu-Gi-Oh and Inuyasha to come on. ^.^ Thanks for the help in that area.
Message: ".esrevinu lellarap a ni dekrap yllanogaid m'I ekil leef I" -Unknown (Too true. Too true ^.^)
Anyways, that's all for today! Hope you've all enjoyed! Ja ne! ^.~
