Rose Cotton: Yes, Merry and Pippin are nasty because they have to be nasty!
^_^ No, just kidding. It is because of the ring. And the fight between
them for the ring, that's possible.
CleopatraVII: Oh, what a heavy job continuing this story. I hope I can still make it as interesting. Enjoy!
Aelgifuemma: Thanks a lot for the elaborated critique. It helps me see things more clearly. Please keep reading and reviewing!
AN: Ha! The more I write this story the more I realize how I LOVE Frodo and Elijah! I went to see TTT for the second time today and planned to see more. I know I have to spare time to see 8 Mile but I can't afford to sacrifice my time seeing other movies while TTT is still around! I feel like Gollum being obsessed, but for me it's not for the ring but for the movie itself! I have been obsessed for a year and I'm ready to extend the feeling! Another thing, I got the soundtrack! About the story, I feel it's getting more difficult to carry on. Why did I start writing it in the first place? ( ( ( BTW, is there any woods in Bree?
Warning: AU, violence
Chapter 9
Merry stormed out of the cellar's door and went up to the barn where the cellar was and went out to the woods. He then walked quickly back to the inn. Pippin was in the room and he jumped when Merry burst in.
"Sweet Elbereth! What is the matter with you?!" Pip yelled.
"He won't tell me! He WON'T tell me!"
"Tell you what, cousin Merry?"
Merry took the ring out of his pocket and showed it to Pippin. "He won't tell me the use of it. He even laughed at me saying that I was stupid to ask about that. Worst of all, I DID feel stupid."
"Well, he was wrong, cousin! Of course you weren't being stupid, and you'll never be! Asking is perfectly normal if one doesn't know something."
Merry looked at Pippin intensely. Was Pippin just trying to cheer him up or he too was stupid? Sometimes Merry couldn't stand Pippin's complete innocence. He always seemed to be able to see the positive side of everything. Suddenly Pip stretched his hand out, palm up.
"Can I touch it, Merry?" his voice was as clear as that of the elves. But the request surprised Merry so.
"You may NOT touch it, Pip! You know that. I got it and it is mine now," Merry snarled.
Pippin recoiled. "I just want to know if some way I can find out about its function," he said slowly. "Why are you so angry?"
Merry was still glaring at him. "You are not to ask anything about it again, Pip! End of discussion. If you want to help me find out about it, go ask Frodo. Make sure he gives you the answer this time, Pippin, or he will see the consequence!"
***
He must have fallen in such a deep slumber for quite a long time that he didn't know someone had entered the room bringing the water. Was it Merry?
***
(flashback)
It wasn't Merry. It was just some Bree woman paid by him to send the water. The woman carefully entered the room. Lifting the lantern she brought higher, she tried to find Frodo. There he was, lying on his stomach in a corner with his right side of his face facing up. Too bad it wasn't the side that was covered with blood. The woman held her breath.
*This is not a hobbit! This is an elf. He is too beautiful. His face isn't the usual round and tanned face a hobbit usually has. This one has such an angular fair face.*
But looking more closely, the woman noticed Frodo's knotted brow and ragged breath. He looked as if he was having a nightmare or was in a deep pain. The woman cringed. She had a boy. And since she was one of the big folk, she could tell that Frodo was more or less as big as her boy was. All of a sudden she felt that she really wanted to take Frodo in her arms and bring him away from this foul place. She had been told why Frodo was kept here but she was sure it was due to an evil deed of someone else and not from Frodo himself. This pretty little creature had got to be innocent.
***
Frodo reached around and eventually found the bottle. He put the mouth of it on his lips and lifted it. When realizing there was still water in it, his heart leapt with joy. He took one sip and another and another. But then he realized something. He couldn't finish the water right away, not with his not knowing when he was going to be released or when he managed to free himself.
Frodo slumped back to the wall behind him. Desperate and frightened, he started to sob. He wept softly for a moment. He felt completely overwhelmed by everything that had happened to him in the last couple of days. And being in the basement was the worst for him. He started to feel claustrophobic; feeling the air was too tight for him to breathe. Once he hopelessly tried to loosen whatever restricted his throat: his shirt and waistcoat. But it was useless. Even after everything was loosened, he still felt choked. The hunger that was purposely inflicted on him was successfully weakened him as well. He was so weak now that he couldn't move without feeling dizzy and nauseated.
"Mama," he whimpered softly, and tears would come running down his cheeks once more. "Let me die. Let me just die to come and be with you." Frodo was so, so lonely and miserable. He curled up, trying to forget his starving stomach, dizziness, and the pains all over his body. Slowly he faded into the shadow.
***
"What's the matter with you, woman?" snapped a guy who happened to be the owner of the Black Stallion inn. "Don't you make a face like that in front of the guests. People might think you've just lost a relative. Cheer up!"
"Sorry," she mumbled. "But I couldn't put him out of my mind. Not with the tortured expressions on his strikingly beautiful face."
"What do you mean?!"
"You know of whom I spoke. The prisoner Mr. Meriadoc asked me to take care of. His condition is very bad. He was unconscious when I went to give him water. But you know; he looks so innocent. I have a feeling he's not a thief as indicted."
"Stay out of it, woman! That's not your business. Mr. Meriadoc said he had stolen something from his own uncle. Can you imagine that? His own uncle! We don't need to have pity to people who have the heart to steal from their own kinsmen."
The woman didn't say anything.
But then they didn't realize there were three pairs of eyes watching and listening to their loud conversation. Those Isengard spies knew exactly whom they were discussing about. It had been days they lost the track of the little good-looking hobbit. They knew he used to be in the inn but then he disappeared. They had always just spotted the other two. And now when the word beautiful was being mentioned, they knew they had found him.
TBC
CleopatraVII: Oh, what a heavy job continuing this story. I hope I can still make it as interesting. Enjoy!
Aelgifuemma: Thanks a lot for the elaborated critique. It helps me see things more clearly. Please keep reading and reviewing!
AN: Ha! The more I write this story the more I realize how I LOVE Frodo and Elijah! I went to see TTT for the second time today and planned to see more. I know I have to spare time to see 8 Mile but I can't afford to sacrifice my time seeing other movies while TTT is still around! I feel like Gollum being obsessed, but for me it's not for the ring but for the movie itself! I have been obsessed for a year and I'm ready to extend the feeling! Another thing, I got the soundtrack! About the story, I feel it's getting more difficult to carry on. Why did I start writing it in the first place? ( ( ( BTW, is there any woods in Bree?
Warning: AU, violence
Chapter 9
Merry stormed out of the cellar's door and went up to the barn where the cellar was and went out to the woods. He then walked quickly back to the inn. Pippin was in the room and he jumped when Merry burst in.
"Sweet Elbereth! What is the matter with you?!" Pip yelled.
"He won't tell me! He WON'T tell me!"
"Tell you what, cousin Merry?"
Merry took the ring out of his pocket and showed it to Pippin. "He won't tell me the use of it. He even laughed at me saying that I was stupid to ask about that. Worst of all, I DID feel stupid."
"Well, he was wrong, cousin! Of course you weren't being stupid, and you'll never be! Asking is perfectly normal if one doesn't know something."
Merry looked at Pippin intensely. Was Pippin just trying to cheer him up or he too was stupid? Sometimes Merry couldn't stand Pippin's complete innocence. He always seemed to be able to see the positive side of everything. Suddenly Pip stretched his hand out, palm up.
"Can I touch it, Merry?" his voice was as clear as that of the elves. But the request surprised Merry so.
"You may NOT touch it, Pip! You know that. I got it and it is mine now," Merry snarled.
Pippin recoiled. "I just want to know if some way I can find out about its function," he said slowly. "Why are you so angry?"
Merry was still glaring at him. "You are not to ask anything about it again, Pip! End of discussion. If you want to help me find out about it, go ask Frodo. Make sure he gives you the answer this time, Pippin, or he will see the consequence!"
***
He must have fallen in such a deep slumber for quite a long time that he didn't know someone had entered the room bringing the water. Was it Merry?
***
(flashback)
It wasn't Merry. It was just some Bree woman paid by him to send the water. The woman carefully entered the room. Lifting the lantern she brought higher, she tried to find Frodo. There he was, lying on his stomach in a corner with his right side of his face facing up. Too bad it wasn't the side that was covered with blood. The woman held her breath.
*This is not a hobbit! This is an elf. He is too beautiful. His face isn't the usual round and tanned face a hobbit usually has. This one has such an angular fair face.*
But looking more closely, the woman noticed Frodo's knotted brow and ragged breath. He looked as if he was having a nightmare or was in a deep pain. The woman cringed. She had a boy. And since she was one of the big folk, she could tell that Frodo was more or less as big as her boy was. All of a sudden she felt that she really wanted to take Frodo in her arms and bring him away from this foul place. She had been told why Frodo was kept here but she was sure it was due to an evil deed of someone else and not from Frodo himself. This pretty little creature had got to be innocent.
***
Frodo reached around and eventually found the bottle. He put the mouth of it on his lips and lifted it. When realizing there was still water in it, his heart leapt with joy. He took one sip and another and another. But then he realized something. He couldn't finish the water right away, not with his not knowing when he was going to be released or when he managed to free himself.
Frodo slumped back to the wall behind him. Desperate and frightened, he started to sob. He wept softly for a moment. He felt completely overwhelmed by everything that had happened to him in the last couple of days. And being in the basement was the worst for him. He started to feel claustrophobic; feeling the air was too tight for him to breathe. Once he hopelessly tried to loosen whatever restricted his throat: his shirt and waistcoat. But it was useless. Even after everything was loosened, he still felt choked. The hunger that was purposely inflicted on him was successfully weakened him as well. He was so weak now that he couldn't move without feeling dizzy and nauseated.
"Mama," he whimpered softly, and tears would come running down his cheeks once more. "Let me die. Let me just die to come and be with you." Frodo was so, so lonely and miserable. He curled up, trying to forget his starving stomach, dizziness, and the pains all over his body. Slowly he faded into the shadow.
***
"What's the matter with you, woman?" snapped a guy who happened to be the owner of the Black Stallion inn. "Don't you make a face like that in front of the guests. People might think you've just lost a relative. Cheer up!"
"Sorry," she mumbled. "But I couldn't put him out of my mind. Not with the tortured expressions on his strikingly beautiful face."
"What do you mean?!"
"You know of whom I spoke. The prisoner Mr. Meriadoc asked me to take care of. His condition is very bad. He was unconscious when I went to give him water. But you know; he looks so innocent. I have a feeling he's not a thief as indicted."
"Stay out of it, woman! That's not your business. Mr. Meriadoc said he had stolen something from his own uncle. Can you imagine that? His own uncle! We don't need to have pity to people who have the heart to steal from their own kinsmen."
The woman didn't say anything.
But then they didn't realize there were three pairs of eyes watching and listening to their loud conversation. Those Isengard spies knew exactly whom they were discussing about. It had been days they lost the track of the little good-looking hobbit. They knew he used to be in the inn but then he disappeared. They had always just spotted the other two. And now when the word beautiful was being mentioned, they knew they had found him.
TBC
