When I found him, he was looking worried. He was about to speak, but I got
there first. "Don't worry. Gandalf will want to see you, so we'd better get
back to the house."
We headed up the hill, and soon saw the lights of the party. Frodo turned round and gasped as he saw my face. He reached out a hand and touched it gently. I winced, but didn't pull away. He kissed me, being careful not to hurt my face. I found it so comforting, the tears began to role, and his eyes flew open when he tasted their saltiness. He hugged me, and I wept softly into his arms, until I heard another choked sob coming from the path. Scarlet. I went to run to her, but she had already fled.
"Leave her be." Whispered Frodo. "She needs some time on her own to sort her head out." I nodded, and we went inside, arm in arm.
Gandalf was sitting in the armchair, smoking his pipe. He looked at Frodo, and then at me, and then back to Frodo again. "I was just going to go and get some ice." I said, knowing that Gandalf wished to speak with Frodo in private. I went into the kitchen, and sat on a chair. I had made an enemy. But just how dangerous would they prove to be? I could hear Frodo and Gandalf discussing the Ring, and I heard Sam being pulled in the window, and Gandalf threatening him.
I walked in and announced loudly, "I shall be going with Frodo to Mordor. I can fight so I won't be a hindrance." They all looked surprised, but didn't say anything.
"I am tired, Gandalf. This has been a lot to take in. I will sleep on it, and tell you of my plans in the morning. You must be weary, Rachael." I nodded thankfully, glad that he had taken the hint. Sam took this as his cue, and ran from a raging Gandalf.
We walked along the corridor, and Frodo stopped outside a large, round door. "I'm sorry, but all my guest rooms are taken. You may sleep in my bed, and I can sleep on the sofa."
"I wouldn't dream of kicking you out your own bed. I'll sleep on the sofa."
"I can't let you do that. I cannot invite someone into my house and not give them a bed to sleep in!"
"Look, I appreciate this, but I would probably get up in the night anyway, and I wouldn't want to disturb you!"
"It doesn't bother me. I'm a heavy sleeper."
"I sometimes have strange dreams, and talk in my sleep!"
"Why don't you just both share? You seem to know each other well enough." We turned to see Gandalf, with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. Frodo and I looked at each other, and then blushed.
"Alright." Said Frodo, breaking the awkward silence. We both went in, and closed the door behind us. The room was beautiful, and the moon was shining in the window. A thin muslin screen was in the corner, and I stepped behind it and began to undress. I heard Frodo gulp, and I realised that the screen was see-through in the moonlight, but neither Frodo nor I were that upset about it.
I came out from behind it, wearing a long, sleeveless cotton shift that was slightly fitting at the hips. As I walked towards the bed, it swished across the wooden floorboards. Frodo had also changed, and was wearing something that closely resembled boxer shorts. I slid under the covers, and shuddered with the thrill of being so close to Frodo. I turned on my side, and he wrapped his arms around me, and kissed me gently on the shoulder. I turned to face him, and then he began to kiss me gently and slowly, I kissed him back, lost in the romance of the moon. We kissed for a long time, until I heard sobbing from outside the open window. I crossed over to it, and saw the silhouette of Scarlet. My heart went out to her, but I was in love with Frodo, and nothing could change that now. My body shook with silent tears, and Frodo came and wrapped me in his arms.
'I wish that Scarlet could find someone to comfort her.' I thought to myself. I could almost see my wish, a small gold mist, gliding across the air to Scarlet. No sooner did it reach her, then a young hobbit came and talked to her, and they walked away together.
"I guess that was you?" Frodo asked me softly.
"Yes."
"Why didn't you wish for her to forgive you?"
"Because I would go insane. Would she forgive me herself? Or had I forced her to magically? It just wouldn't be right." I snuggled closer into Frodo, suddenly realising how cold it was. He led me by the hand back to the bed, and we climbed in together.
I settled down with Frodo holding me in his arms, and fell asleep quickly. What I didn't know was that he stayed awake a little longer, wondering what had made him fall so madly in love, before pulling my sleeping form closer and dozing off.
Will Scarlet forgive me? If she does, will our relationship ever be the same again???
We headed up the hill, and soon saw the lights of the party. Frodo turned round and gasped as he saw my face. He reached out a hand and touched it gently. I winced, but didn't pull away. He kissed me, being careful not to hurt my face. I found it so comforting, the tears began to role, and his eyes flew open when he tasted their saltiness. He hugged me, and I wept softly into his arms, until I heard another choked sob coming from the path. Scarlet. I went to run to her, but she had already fled.
"Leave her be." Whispered Frodo. "She needs some time on her own to sort her head out." I nodded, and we went inside, arm in arm.
Gandalf was sitting in the armchair, smoking his pipe. He looked at Frodo, and then at me, and then back to Frodo again. "I was just going to go and get some ice." I said, knowing that Gandalf wished to speak with Frodo in private. I went into the kitchen, and sat on a chair. I had made an enemy. But just how dangerous would they prove to be? I could hear Frodo and Gandalf discussing the Ring, and I heard Sam being pulled in the window, and Gandalf threatening him.
I walked in and announced loudly, "I shall be going with Frodo to Mordor. I can fight so I won't be a hindrance." They all looked surprised, but didn't say anything.
"I am tired, Gandalf. This has been a lot to take in. I will sleep on it, and tell you of my plans in the morning. You must be weary, Rachael." I nodded thankfully, glad that he had taken the hint. Sam took this as his cue, and ran from a raging Gandalf.
We walked along the corridor, and Frodo stopped outside a large, round door. "I'm sorry, but all my guest rooms are taken. You may sleep in my bed, and I can sleep on the sofa."
"I wouldn't dream of kicking you out your own bed. I'll sleep on the sofa."
"I can't let you do that. I cannot invite someone into my house and not give them a bed to sleep in!"
"Look, I appreciate this, but I would probably get up in the night anyway, and I wouldn't want to disturb you!"
"It doesn't bother me. I'm a heavy sleeper."
"I sometimes have strange dreams, and talk in my sleep!"
"Why don't you just both share? You seem to know each other well enough." We turned to see Gandalf, with a mischievous twinkle in his eye. Frodo and I looked at each other, and then blushed.
"Alright." Said Frodo, breaking the awkward silence. We both went in, and closed the door behind us. The room was beautiful, and the moon was shining in the window. A thin muslin screen was in the corner, and I stepped behind it and began to undress. I heard Frodo gulp, and I realised that the screen was see-through in the moonlight, but neither Frodo nor I were that upset about it.
I came out from behind it, wearing a long, sleeveless cotton shift that was slightly fitting at the hips. As I walked towards the bed, it swished across the wooden floorboards. Frodo had also changed, and was wearing something that closely resembled boxer shorts. I slid under the covers, and shuddered with the thrill of being so close to Frodo. I turned on my side, and he wrapped his arms around me, and kissed me gently on the shoulder. I turned to face him, and then he began to kiss me gently and slowly, I kissed him back, lost in the romance of the moon. We kissed for a long time, until I heard sobbing from outside the open window. I crossed over to it, and saw the silhouette of Scarlet. My heart went out to her, but I was in love with Frodo, and nothing could change that now. My body shook with silent tears, and Frodo came and wrapped me in his arms.
'I wish that Scarlet could find someone to comfort her.' I thought to myself. I could almost see my wish, a small gold mist, gliding across the air to Scarlet. No sooner did it reach her, then a young hobbit came and talked to her, and they walked away together.
"I guess that was you?" Frodo asked me softly.
"Yes."
"Why didn't you wish for her to forgive you?"
"Because I would go insane. Would she forgive me herself? Or had I forced her to magically? It just wouldn't be right." I snuggled closer into Frodo, suddenly realising how cold it was. He led me by the hand back to the bed, and we climbed in together.
I settled down with Frodo holding me in his arms, and fell asleep quickly. What I didn't know was that he stayed awake a little longer, wondering what had made him fall so madly in love, before pulling my sleeping form closer and dozing off.
Will Scarlet forgive me? If she does, will our relationship ever be the same again???
