Hey you guys! Me again! I know I havent been too vocal throughout the
postings… sorry! N e who, im not so sure if I should continue this story… I
need reviews!! Sigh sorry, its just a little depressing… meh
So enjoy!!!! (and if u love me, youll review…)
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Further through the woods, she could see the dull glow of the fire lit by the group. She had followed them west all day, and kept her distance. She was still within reach of maybe a minute, but far enough to not be considered part of the group. She had stopped for the night behind the fellowship, right on the path they had trod for themselves earlier that evening. Shivering, Lorelai crunched into her apple, mentally trying to tell herself it was some nice warm bacon or a cup of steaming tea…
Shaking her head she smiled to herself. /Pippin must really be rubbing off on me…/
She sat in a small clearing in the woods, alone but for the bright glare of the full moon. It shone brightly above her, and she felt almost bare under its scrutinous stare. Tossing the rest of the apple to the forest, she huddled up closer to the tree and drifted off into a cold and listless sleep.
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"Are you sure these woods are safe?" Frodo asked, with a slightly anxious edge. He looked towards the west with worry upon his youthful face. Aragorn placed a protective hand on his shoulder.
"Don't worry, we are perfectly safe… and so is she. Nothing will happen." Frodo looked up gratefully at Aragorn.
"Thank you Strider," he said tiredly. "I only wish that she weren't so determined to follow…."
"Her feelings for you run deep, but she has a separate path from you Frodo." Aragorn smiled sympathetically. "Go to sleep. She'll be fine."
Frodo nodded sleepily. "Yes, I suppose you're right. Goodnight Strider. Goodnight everyone." He laid down in a bed of crackled leaves, drawing his cloak over himself, over by where Sam was already asleep. He soon fell asleep, though his dreams were plagued with dark towers upon high hills….
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Aragorn sighed as he kept watch over the fellowship. He had been sitting in front of the fire for over two hours now, while the others slept peacefully. He could detect no sound unnatural to a forest.
His ears pricked when he heard a soft cry. The sound was coming from a few yards away. Cautiously, Aragorn listened harder and heard, very softly, the sound of laboured breathing. He rose to his feet quickly, and with the agility of a limber cat, rushed through the forest silently. He came upon a small clearing where they had passed through just before stopping for the night. The moon shone clearly though the canopy of leaves, silver and cool over its surroundings. His eye quickly caught sight of her, bundled up at the base of an old tree. Her face cringed in fear and she whimpered softly, creasing her pale skin and the beads of perspiration over her forehead.
"No, no… I won't go back…" she murmured feverishly in her sleep, tossing and turning. He knelt beside her and studied her face carefully.
A crackle rang out from behind him. Pippin stepped out into the clearing and knotted his eyebrows when he saw Aragorn leaning over Lorelai. He traipsed over and knelt beside him.
"Hullo there Strider, what are you doing?" he whispered.
"She was having a nightmare," Aragorn replied, his hand straying to tuck a fallen lock of hair behind her ear. "What it is that haunts her though, I know not."
"Oh well, I just woke up and saw you dart through the woods and I was just wondering what you were doing," Pippin rambled. He shrugged and almost lost his balance, dropping his hand to support his weight on the crunching leaves.
In an instant, her eyes flashed open and she scrambled away from Aragorn and Pippin. Her eyes were wide and unfocused, and filled with fear.
"Lorelai?" Pippin said slowly. She looked at him sharply. "Lorelai, it's Pippin. Are you okay?"
She looked at his face carefully and sighed in recognition before nodding slowly. "Yes… I… I just had a bad dream, I'm alright…."
"Are you sure?" Aragorn asked. She nodded again and relaxed against the tree, looking exhausted and weak. He reached out his hand and gently pressed it to her forehead. Fire seemed to radiate from her skin underneath it and she closed her eyes at the coolness his touch brought. Her fever was burning, but she felt icy all over.
"Come now," Aragorn said softly. "Back to our camp."
"But… I thought…."
"Your fever has returned. If nothing is done, then you may not survive a day." He sighed as he studied her face. "You should not have left with such little rest."
"I should not have had to travel alone on this quest," she returned, eyebrow raised. "I am determined to help Frodo succeed in his mission."
He smiled at her stubbornness, even now, and held out his hand. "What is done, is done. Now come, we must stop it before it worsens." She reached out, grabbed his hand, and rose.
"Thank you." They walked back to the camp slowly through the tangled forest. Once back, Aragorn made her sit near the fire with his cloak wrapped around her. He quickly found some kingsfoil and began to tear it into tiny pieces.
"Pippin, off to bed," he said as he sprinkled the leaves into water and set it above the fire. "Tomorrow we have far to travel."
"But what about her? Is she staying with us? Is she joining the fellowship?" Pippin asked quietly.
"No, this is only temporary, until she is well enough to go her own way again," he said softly, stirring the pot occasionally. "Now, go to bed. We can talk more tomorrow."
Pippin nodded and lay down next to Merry. "Goodnight Lorelai," he whispered to her.
She smiled in return tiredly. "Goodnight Pippin." She watched as he slowly and unwillingly drifted off to sleep. Aragorn brought her a small bowl, smelling greatly of herbs.
"Drink this, it will help aid your fever." She slowly raised the small bowl and, after reluctantly sniffing the contents, drunk all in the bowl. Immediately, she began to feel drowsy.
"Sleep," he said, leading her over to where the others slept. Her eyelids drooped as she lay down on the ground beside Frodo. She snuggled deeper into the warm cloak and fell asleep almost instantly. Aragorn sighed and looked upon her with sympathy.
"I do not know what role you are to play, but for our sake, please let it be good."
So enjoy!!!! (and if u love me, youll review…)
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Further through the woods, she could see the dull glow of the fire lit by the group. She had followed them west all day, and kept her distance. She was still within reach of maybe a minute, but far enough to not be considered part of the group. She had stopped for the night behind the fellowship, right on the path they had trod for themselves earlier that evening. Shivering, Lorelai crunched into her apple, mentally trying to tell herself it was some nice warm bacon or a cup of steaming tea…
Shaking her head she smiled to herself. /Pippin must really be rubbing off on me…/
She sat in a small clearing in the woods, alone but for the bright glare of the full moon. It shone brightly above her, and she felt almost bare under its scrutinous stare. Tossing the rest of the apple to the forest, she huddled up closer to the tree and drifted off into a cold and listless sleep.
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"Are you sure these woods are safe?" Frodo asked, with a slightly anxious edge. He looked towards the west with worry upon his youthful face. Aragorn placed a protective hand on his shoulder.
"Don't worry, we are perfectly safe… and so is she. Nothing will happen." Frodo looked up gratefully at Aragorn.
"Thank you Strider," he said tiredly. "I only wish that she weren't so determined to follow…."
"Her feelings for you run deep, but she has a separate path from you Frodo." Aragorn smiled sympathetically. "Go to sleep. She'll be fine."
Frodo nodded sleepily. "Yes, I suppose you're right. Goodnight Strider. Goodnight everyone." He laid down in a bed of crackled leaves, drawing his cloak over himself, over by where Sam was already asleep. He soon fell asleep, though his dreams were plagued with dark towers upon high hills….
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Aragorn sighed as he kept watch over the fellowship. He had been sitting in front of the fire for over two hours now, while the others slept peacefully. He could detect no sound unnatural to a forest.
His ears pricked when he heard a soft cry. The sound was coming from a few yards away. Cautiously, Aragorn listened harder and heard, very softly, the sound of laboured breathing. He rose to his feet quickly, and with the agility of a limber cat, rushed through the forest silently. He came upon a small clearing where they had passed through just before stopping for the night. The moon shone clearly though the canopy of leaves, silver and cool over its surroundings. His eye quickly caught sight of her, bundled up at the base of an old tree. Her face cringed in fear and she whimpered softly, creasing her pale skin and the beads of perspiration over her forehead.
"No, no… I won't go back…" she murmured feverishly in her sleep, tossing and turning. He knelt beside her and studied her face carefully.
A crackle rang out from behind him. Pippin stepped out into the clearing and knotted his eyebrows when he saw Aragorn leaning over Lorelai. He traipsed over and knelt beside him.
"Hullo there Strider, what are you doing?" he whispered.
"She was having a nightmare," Aragorn replied, his hand straying to tuck a fallen lock of hair behind her ear. "What it is that haunts her though, I know not."
"Oh well, I just woke up and saw you dart through the woods and I was just wondering what you were doing," Pippin rambled. He shrugged and almost lost his balance, dropping his hand to support his weight on the crunching leaves.
In an instant, her eyes flashed open and she scrambled away from Aragorn and Pippin. Her eyes were wide and unfocused, and filled with fear.
"Lorelai?" Pippin said slowly. She looked at him sharply. "Lorelai, it's Pippin. Are you okay?"
She looked at his face carefully and sighed in recognition before nodding slowly. "Yes… I… I just had a bad dream, I'm alright…."
"Are you sure?" Aragorn asked. She nodded again and relaxed against the tree, looking exhausted and weak. He reached out his hand and gently pressed it to her forehead. Fire seemed to radiate from her skin underneath it and she closed her eyes at the coolness his touch brought. Her fever was burning, but she felt icy all over.
"Come now," Aragorn said softly. "Back to our camp."
"But… I thought…."
"Your fever has returned. If nothing is done, then you may not survive a day." He sighed as he studied her face. "You should not have left with such little rest."
"I should not have had to travel alone on this quest," she returned, eyebrow raised. "I am determined to help Frodo succeed in his mission."
He smiled at her stubbornness, even now, and held out his hand. "What is done, is done. Now come, we must stop it before it worsens." She reached out, grabbed his hand, and rose.
"Thank you." They walked back to the camp slowly through the tangled forest. Once back, Aragorn made her sit near the fire with his cloak wrapped around her. He quickly found some kingsfoil and began to tear it into tiny pieces.
"Pippin, off to bed," he said as he sprinkled the leaves into water and set it above the fire. "Tomorrow we have far to travel."
"But what about her? Is she staying with us? Is she joining the fellowship?" Pippin asked quietly.
"No, this is only temporary, until she is well enough to go her own way again," he said softly, stirring the pot occasionally. "Now, go to bed. We can talk more tomorrow."
Pippin nodded and lay down next to Merry. "Goodnight Lorelai," he whispered to her.
She smiled in return tiredly. "Goodnight Pippin." She watched as he slowly and unwillingly drifted off to sleep. Aragorn brought her a small bowl, smelling greatly of herbs.
"Drink this, it will help aid your fever." She slowly raised the small bowl and, after reluctantly sniffing the contents, drunk all in the bowl. Immediately, she began to feel drowsy.
"Sleep," he said, leading her over to where the others slept. Her eyelids drooped as she lay down on the ground beside Frodo. She snuggled deeper into the warm cloak and fell asleep almost instantly. Aragorn sighed and looked upon her with sympathy.
"I do not know what role you are to play, but for our sake, please let it be good."
