I was just about to post this when I realized I've forgotten the disclaimer...Oh, the horror! ...well, not that anybody is that stupid to think that I came up with all 'this' * waves hand at all her stories* Anyway, for those who are, here is is:
DISCLAIMER: * drum roll* tatatada, I don't own anything, (yeah maybe a bit of the story) but besides that nothing, the one who came up with all this was J.R.R. Tolkien. A genius, really! Well anyway now we all know and we are all happy and now you can finally read the story, Oh yoy!!
Chapter 2: Ambushed
The morning had passed and in the beginning there had been some chatter, but now they peddled in complete silence. Frodo had been looking at the trees passing by for the last half an hour or so, and he was half dreaming. Sam stirred behind him, causing the boat to wobble. He stopped immediately and stretched out his arms, trying to find back the balance. Aragorn grinned and continued peddling. Sam hated boats, and what he hated more was the water. Mainly because he couldn't swim. Frodo turned around to face Sam, and when he saw his face he couldn't help but grin. Sam gave him one of his 'I don't like this....at all.' looks.
"I wouldn't mind to walk, If ya know what I mean, Mr. Frodo." Sam said, still holding both of his arms out. "I can't even move, or I may be causing the boat to capsize.." "Don't be silly, Sam! Just don't make any sudden movements, I surely doubt if you could let this boat capsize." "I agree with Frodo." Aragorn said, but Sam still wasn't convinced and he tried not to move at all while they continued down the river.
Legolas peddled slowly and looked around. When they had left camp the feeling had almost disappeared but now it was back. He met eyes with Aragorn, and they exchanged looks. He did not say anything, for he didn't want to scare anybody, especially not the hobbits. He glanced at Boromir and the two youngest Hobbits. It was around twelve o'clock, and Legolas expected that soon-.. "Merry?" Pippin asked, and Legolas grinned, his expectation had been confirmed.
The elder Hobbit sighed. "..Yes?" He replied. "...I'm hungry..." "Well get some Lembas out of your bag then." Merry said. Pippin looked down, played with the button on his shirt and mumbled something. "What?" Merry asked. Pippin looked up. "I said, it's in Frodo's boat..." He turned slightly red. "What on earth is it doing there??" Merry said and Pippin looked down again. Merry sighed, grabbed his own bag and opened it. "Here!"
Suddenly Sam gave a cry, and at the same moment there was a tuck on the boat. Pippin looked back. The river had changed into a rapid and before they could do anything, they were in the middle of it. "Turn around!" Aragorn shouted. "Turn around, and peddle!" Pippin grabbed his peddle and tried his hardest to get the boat turned. They managed to turn around, and everybody tried to peddled back. Suddenly they could hear the whizzing of arrows trough the air. "Duck!" Boromir yelled, as a warrior he knew that sound, and the first arrows reached the boats. Pippin tried to duck, but suddenly a arrow pierced into his shoulder. He cried out in pain and fell backwards, before he knew what had happened he felt the cold water surrounding him.
Merry grabbed forward for his cousin, but missed, and Pippin toppled over into the River. "PIPPIN!!!!" He looked over the edge of the boat and reached into the water.
Pippin tried to get to the surface, he struggled for air, but water filled his lungs. He was drowning, it felt like ages while he struggled for breath. But there was only water. 'Only water! Only water and....a hand?' Pippin grabbed the hand immediately after he had felt it, and he was pulled out the River, onto a boat. He coughed up water and gasped for breath. Now that he could finally breathe again he felt the pain in his shoulder. He slowly opened his eyes and looked into the faces of Boromir and Merry. Merry seemed happy and really, really frightened at the same time. He didn't hear any arrows anymore, only the rushing of the water remained.
".....Merry....I think.... there is something wrong with my shoulder.." Pippin said, not daring to look down to see what it was, although he could already guess. Merry blinked. "No wonder! There is sticking a bloody arrow out of it!!!" He cried, and then he suddenly thought that he might be scaring his cousin. "But I'm sure it isn't that bad..." He hastily added. Pippin could see clearly that Merry was lying, he grinned but stopped immediately. He closed his eyes and it felt like his head would split in two. He took a deep breath and opened his eyes again but now everything was blurry. "Pip?...Pippin?.." Merry's voice. His name echoed trough his head while all went black.
"Pip!!" Merry shook Pippin's arm but there was no reply. He looked up at Boromir. "We must get him to shore as soon as possible!" Boromir said and he grabbed his peddle and started to peddle as fast as he could. Just as fast as the rain of arrows had started it had stopped too, and the fellowship had successfully reached the midst of the river again. They now tried to get to the western bank as fast as possible. Merry help Pippin's hand and looked at his cousin. "Don't give up, Pip, hold on!"
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Chapter 2 finished, wiejjj =D Hmm, that was rather quick wasn't it? Well anyway, I hope you enjoyed and Pleassse review!
