Despite the conspiracy of teachers, parents, Coursework, aliens, cats and pidgins, who have tried to keep me away from the computer with evil homework, here is the next chapter of this story! YAY!
Oh, by the way, I also now have a web site which can be found on my author bio page. It's got stuff about my characters on it, some of my art and a whole bunch of other crap. It's got bio's for Rath and Silva on it so if you want to learn more about them you should visit.
By the way, don't forget to sign the guest book!
The small group of travellers approached the hill of Weather Top. Strider was leading, with the hobbits in the middle and Lyncorath, with her sharp senses, was bringing up the rear.
"This was the great watchtower of Amon Sul." He told them. "We shall rest here tonight."
Rath narrowed her eyes at this suggestion, something that did not go unnoticed by the Ranger.
"Is there something wrong, Rath?" He questioned.
"Don't you think this is a little unwise Strider?" She asked.
"I do not see how it could be unwise." He said carefully.
"Then consider this scenario, what if our pursuers, not finding us in the wild, decide to make for Amon Sul themselves."
"Since they are drawn to the ring," snapped Strider, "I don't see how it would make much difference where we stop."
It seemed to Rath that Frodo paled slightly at this rather cold reminder. She felt a sense of pity for him, sorrow on his behalf. She knew what it was like.
"I do not like this." She told the group. "There is a foul feeling about this whole affair."
"It is getting dark." Strider continued. "And we must stop soon, it might as well be here."
"I we can eat i'm all for it." Put in Pippin.
"Me too." Added Merry.
"Fine." Barked Rath. As the group made it's way slowly up the hill, towards a little hollow on the side under the ruins of the watchtower, Frodo turned to her.
"Lyncorath?" She turned to him with a small smile.
"Yes?" She asked.
"About what you said before, do you really think something will happen?" He sounded so afraid, so young.
She gave the young hobbit another smile and placing one hand on his shoulder told him. "If it dose, I'll protect you."
Frodo smiled warmly at her. "Thank you." He said simply.
Rath sighed. "For the hundredth time, Peregrine, no! You can't make a fire."
"But it's cold!" Whined Pippin. At that moment a chill wind from the north blew through the small hollow where the group were sheltering. Rath shivered and drew her black cloak tighter around her.
"No Peregrine. The riders might find us."
"But you told Strider that if they didn't find us in the wild then they'd probably come here themselves. So I don't see why-"
"Hush Pippin!" Hissed Frodo suddenly from where he had been laying down on his blanket. "We don't want to make it easier for them to find us." Pippin grumbled a little but didn't make anymore trouble, Sam and Merry shot her dark looks. Rath gave a world weary sigh.
How she hated this, the Hobbits did not listen to her, only to Aragorn and Frodo, and seemed to spend most of their time prating about or eating, except Frodo. She hated Aragorn too, for leaving her here to watch these Halflings like a nurse maid.
"They can be a bit of a handful, can't they?" Questioned Frodo, standing up.
"It's rather like looking after small children." Rath told him, with her usual sarcastic smile. "I was never good at looking after children."
"You're not exactly the maternal type, are you?" Frodo continued with a small laugh.
"Defiantly not!" The pair of them chuckled for a few moments. Then Frodo pulled out the sword Strider had given him before he went to have a 'look around'. (Personally, Rath thought that he had gone off so he didn't have to put up with the constant whining of Peregrine)
"What I wanted to ask you was-well-you seem to be quite a warrior and-well-"
Rath eyed the blade. "You want to learn the art of sword fighting?"
The hobbit gave an embarrassed sort of nod. "Yes."
Rath grinned and drew her knife. "Very well. Prepare yourself."
Frodo's eyes hardened and he took up a stance, sword held in front of him.
"Now i'm going to attack you," she told him, "and you must defend yourself. Ready?" Frodo gave a quick nod.
Rath leapt forward and brought the blade down, slowly, on Frodo's head. The hobbit raised his weapon and caught the blow. Rath then tried to slice his side, Frodo deflected it. This continued for sometime till the duellers were dashing back and forth, Rath going as fast as she could and Frodo was dodging and deflecting at lightning speed. The other three hobbits were staring agog at their friend.
"Good, Frodo, good!" Applauded Rath, "we'll make a warrior of you yet. But you won't defeat an enemy just by defending yourself!" Frodo took her meaning and began to go on the offensive.
Slashing, stabbing, defending, the two partners danced back and forth. The hobbits where cheering and egging their friend on. Both Frodo and Rath were laughing, having completely forgotten the threat to both of them.
Suddenly.
She was in a strange place, the walls were white and shiny. There were people wearing odd clothes. Lots of people. Her body felt wrong. She felt wrong. Everything was wrong. She could feel panic and fear rising in her. She wanted to scream but her throat was frozen. She let out a strangled cry and then the world turned black.
Her eyes flickered open, the world was dim, it was night. Her head was aching terribly.
"You're awake!" Shouted a voice near to her. She groaned and tilted her head to one side. Frodo had been sitting cross-legged next to her, he placed one hand on her forehead. It had been he who had yelled. "How do you feel?" He asked, "What happened?"
"I was hoping you could tell me." Rath groaned, shutting her eyes and laying back.
"Well," said Sam, "you were right there sparring with Mr. Frodo when you just stopped. Your eyes went wide as saucers and you went white as a sheet, beggin your pardon, ma'am. Then you dropped that there knife of yours, miss Lyncorath, and then you fell over."
"What happened?" Asked Merry.
"I wish I knew, Meriadoc, I really do." Rath opened her eyes. "Is Estel back yet?"
"Who?" Asked the hobbits as one.
She sighed. "Strider."
"No Mr. Strider isn't back yet." Sam told her.
"I need to rest." She told them. "Keep watch till Strider comes back. Frodo, you are in charge."
"Yes." Was the simple answer, Rath quickly drifted off into an uneasy sleep.
In case any of you people were wondering, Frodo does get together with one of my characters, but it's not Rath. *grins* She's already got a boyfriend.
I think Rath and Frodo are going to end up with a sort of big sister - little brother relationship. Or possibly a mother - son one, that could be quite cute. *sees reviews giving her odd looks* What!? I like Frodo, he's a cool character, and I kinda feel sorry for him. He's an only child and he lost his parents at an early age. And look at what he has to go through, he deserves a mother figure. It'll be good for him *thinks* and good for Rath too.
Thanks to everyone who reviewed, you really made my day and sorry I don't have time to do personal responses I just want you to know, you guys are the BEST!
Don't forget:
Amin mela lle, e'mellon men!
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Oh, by the way, I also now have a web site which can be found on my author bio page. It's got stuff about my characters on it, some of my art and a whole bunch of other crap. It's got bio's for Rath and Silva on it so if you want to learn more about them you should visit.
By the way, don't forget to sign the guest book!
The small group of travellers approached the hill of Weather Top. Strider was leading, with the hobbits in the middle and Lyncorath, with her sharp senses, was bringing up the rear.
"This was the great watchtower of Amon Sul." He told them. "We shall rest here tonight."
Rath narrowed her eyes at this suggestion, something that did not go unnoticed by the Ranger.
"Is there something wrong, Rath?" He questioned.
"Don't you think this is a little unwise Strider?" She asked.
"I do not see how it could be unwise." He said carefully.
"Then consider this scenario, what if our pursuers, not finding us in the wild, decide to make for Amon Sul themselves."
"Since they are drawn to the ring," snapped Strider, "I don't see how it would make much difference where we stop."
It seemed to Rath that Frodo paled slightly at this rather cold reminder. She felt a sense of pity for him, sorrow on his behalf. She knew what it was like.
"I do not like this." She told the group. "There is a foul feeling about this whole affair."
"It is getting dark." Strider continued. "And we must stop soon, it might as well be here."
"I we can eat i'm all for it." Put in Pippin.
"Me too." Added Merry.
"Fine." Barked Rath. As the group made it's way slowly up the hill, towards a little hollow on the side under the ruins of the watchtower, Frodo turned to her.
"Lyncorath?" She turned to him with a small smile.
"Yes?" She asked.
"About what you said before, do you really think something will happen?" He sounded so afraid, so young.
She gave the young hobbit another smile and placing one hand on his shoulder told him. "If it dose, I'll protect you."
Frodo smiled warmly at her. "Thank you." He said simply.
Rath sighed. "For the hundredth time, Peregrine, no! You can't make a fire."
"But it's cold!" Whined Pippin. At that moment a chill wind from the north blew through the small hollow where the group were sheltering. Rath shivered and drew her black cloak tighter around her.
"No Peregrine. The riders might find us."
"But you told Strider that if they didn't find us in the wild then they'd probably come here themselves. So I don't see why-"
"Hush Pippin!" Hissed Frodo suddenly from where he had been laying down on his blanket. "We don't want to make it easier for them to find us." Pippin grumbled a little but didn't make anymore trouble, Sam and Merry shot her dark looks. Rath gave a world weary sigh.
How she hated this, the Hobbits did not listen to her, only to Aragorn and Frodo, and seemed to spend most of their time prating about or eating, except Frodo. She hated Aragorn too, for leaving her here to watch these Halflings like a nurse maid.
"They can be a bit of a handful, can't they?" Questioned Frodo, standing up.
"It's rather like looking after small children." Rath told him, with her usual sarcastic smile. "I was never good at looking after children."
"You're not exactly the maternal type, are you?" Frodo continued with a small laugh.
"Defiantly not!" The pair of them chuckled for a few moments. Then Frodo pulled out the sword Strider had given him before he went to have a 'look around'. (Personally, Rath thought that he had gone off so he didn't have to put up with the constant whining of Peregrine)
"What I wanted to ask you was-well-you seem to be quite a warrior and-well-"
Rath eyed the blade. "You want to learn the art of sword fighting?"
The hobbit gave an embarrassed sort of nod. "Yes."
Rath grinned and drew her knife. "Very well. Prepare yourself."
Frodo's eyes hardened and he took up a stance, sword held in front of him.
"Now i'm going to attack you," she told him, "and you must defend yourself. Ready?" Frodo gave a quick nod.
Rath leapt forward and brought the blade down, slowly, on Frodo's head. The hobbit raised his weapon and caught the blow. Rath then tried to slice his side, Frodo deflected it. This continued for sometime till the duellers were dashing back and forth, Rath going as fast as she could and Frodo was dodging and deflecting at lightning speed. The other three hobbits were staring agog at their friend.
"Good, Frodo, good!" Applauded Rath, "we'll make a warrior of you yet. But you won't defeat an enemy just by defending yourself!" Frodo took her meaning and began to go on the offensive.
Slashing, stabbing, defending, the two partners danced back and forth. The hobbits where cheering and egging their friend on. Both Frodo and Rath were laughing, having completely forgotten the threat to both of them.
Suddenly.
She was in a strange place, the walls were white and shiny. There were people wearing odd clothes. Lots of people. Her body felt wrong. She felt wrong. Everything was wrong. She could feel panic and fear rising in her. She wanted to scream but her throat was frozen. She let out a strangled cry and then the world turned black.
Her eyes flickered open, the world was dim, it was night. Her head was aching terribly.
"You're awake!" Shouted a voice near to her. She groaned and tilted her head to one side. Frodo had been sitting cross-legged next to her, he placed one hand on her forehead. It had been he who had yelled. "How do you feel?" He asked, "What happened?"
"I was hoping you could tell me." Rath groaned, shutting her eyes and laying back.
"Well," said Sam, "you were right there sparring with Mr. Frodo when you just stopped. Your eyes went wide as saucers and you went white as a sheet, beggin your pardon, ma'am. Then you dropped that there knife of yours, miss Lyncorath, and then you fell over."
"What happened?" Asked Merry.
"I wish I knew, Meriadoc, I really do." Rath opened her eyes. "Is Estel back yet?"
"Who?" Asked the hobbits as one.
She sighed. "Strider."
"No Mr. Strider isn't back yet." Sam told her.
"I need to rest." She told them. "Keep watch till Strider comes back. Frodo, you are in charge."
"Yes." Was the simple answer, Rath quickly drifted off into an uneasy sleep.
In case any of you people were wondering, Frodo does get together with one of my characters, but it's not Rath. *grins* She's already got a boyfriend.
I think Rath and Frodo are going to end up with a sort of big sister - little brother relationship. Or possibly a mother - son one, that could be quite cute. *sees reviews giving her odd looks* What!? I like Frodo, he's a cool character, and I kinda feel sorry for him. He's an only child and he lost his parents at an early age. And look at what he has to go through, he deserves a mother figure. It'll be good for him *thinks* and good for Rath too.
Thanks to everyone who reviewed, you really made my day and sorry I don't have time to do personal responses I just want you to know, you guys are the BEST!
Don't forget:
Amin mela lle, e'mellon men!
Okay, see that button down there? The little purple one? Yup, that one. Please click on it and make my day *does puppy dog eyes* Pwitty Pwease?
