Sheba ran back, letting out another mighty roar, and Rogue cried out, "Hide!"
Everyone scattered, hiding under the rocks of the rocky landscape. Sheba climbed to the top of one of the higher rocks which Aragorn, Boromir, and Gandalf had all taken cover under. Legolas and Rogue dived under the same rock, as they were both nearest to it.
"What's happening?", Legolas asked her in barely a whisper.
"Shh. Wraiths." She replied, in even lower a whisper, as these Wraiths, or this one in particular, could hear nearly as well as she could. She waited there a few minutes, listening intently. She emerged when Sheba jumped off the rock she had perched on, and started looking around to spot everyone. When she saw Aragorn, she started running towards him, but Aragorn got out from under the rock too soon for her to get him trapped. Rogue climbed out from under the rocks, everyone else slowly, and cautiously following her example. "Great." She said wearily to everyone as they crept out from their hiding places. "It has a dragon."
They went on their way, for no more than a day or two, until they started getting to a very high, and chilly, part of the mountain. She had noticed an incline, and seen the mountain ahead, but didn't quite think ahead to the point where it would, indeed, be so high that it would be cold. It came to a point after one days of travel on the mountain, that the taller men had to literally to ahead and plow a path through the snow so the halflings could get through. Sheba went ahead as sort of a miniature Siberian tiger, so that she was light enough to walk atop the snow. She came running back, roaring at the top of her lungs, as she was capable of a very strong roar whether in the form of a wild cat or not. Her roar could hardly be heard over the roaring of the snow coming down the mountainside strait at them. Rogue screamed, as Gandalf yelled something she did not make out. Suddenly, the snow covered her, head to foot. She was knocked out by the force of the snow piling onto her, and all faded into blackness.
She woke up awhile later, to find that she had been unburied from the snow, and was being carried on Sheba's back, as Sheba had taken the form of a very large wildcat, called a Fornack, which was a little larger than a pony. When she woke, reality hit her about as hard as the ground did when she fell off Sheba's back. Her head hurt sorely, and she had frostbite on the tips of her awkwardly pointed ears. When she fell, she had made a bit of stir with her fellow companions. They all rushed over to see if she was well or not, for apparently she had blacked out for nearly a day. They had headed back from the mountains, and were to make their way for the mines of Moria, where Gimli had family living.
"OK," She said blinking a little bit form the pain of her headache, and from trying to force this information through her head. "What are the mines of Moria?" She got her answer, a brief description from Gandalf, followed by loud and continued boasting from Gimli.
"You had to get him started." Frodo told her, trying to glare at her, but unable to hold a strait face for long. Sam cracked up as well, then budged into their conversation. They both tried the best they could to answer her questions for what had happened while she had been out. She hardly listened to a thing they were saying, though. Eventually, she fell behind them all, weak as she was, she still had a horrible headache. Soon she found that she collapsed again, so far behind them that they hadn't even noticed she was missing, and awoke yet again to find herself on Sheba's back, who had obtained the form of a Fornack again. As she woke up fuller, she realized that she had not indeed fallen asleep on her back, but was merely resting up against her backside. She still had a great headache. They had come completely left the mountains, and it appeared to be late night, so they must have rested early to avoid entering the mines at night. She blinked a few times, and started listening to the fire crackling behind her. She woke completely, sitting up and saw Frodo, who had been leaning on Sheba's other side, the one facing the fire. She got up, an went over to sit by him, desperately needing the warmth of the fire. She felt it creep up her finger tips, and eventually warming her cheeks to a dull pink, on contrary to the bright red they had been. She looked over at Frodo, who hadn't said a word since she sat down. He apparently was asleep. Well, it was pretty late, she thought, as she looked at the moon in the sky. She nudged him awake, and smiled faintly at him when he looked at her. Her headache was still blinding, but she felt much better now that she was warmed by the dieing fire.
"I was waiting for you to wake up, but I couldn't bring myself to stay up that late." He said after a huge yawn. She smiled faintly again, rather zoned out by the fire. She looked back at him, who now had taken his turn at staring blankly into the fire. She pulled out one of the green-jeweled rings she had in a small pouch Elrond had given her. She studied it, turning it around in her chapped fingers, letting the flames of the fire dance off the gem in the middle.
"That's a pretty ring." Frodo said, watching her intently. She handed it to him, and he studied it as well. "A strange one, too." He said, nearly dropping it when it changed it's size to fit him perfectly. He laughed feeling slightly foolish for being startled so easily, and started handing it back to her.
"No," She said, pushing it back to him. "You keep it. It looks good on you."
Everyone scattered, hiding under the rocks of the rocky landscape. Sheba climbed to the top of one of the higher rocks which Aragorn, Boromir, and Gandalf had all taken cover under. Legolas and Rogue dived under the same rock, as they were both nearest to it.
"What's happening?", Legolas asked her in barely a whisper.
"Shh. Wraiths." She replied, in even lower a whisper, as these Wraiths, or this one in particular, could hear nearly as well as she could. She waited there a few minutes, listening intently. She emerged when Sheba jumped off the rock she had perched on, and started looking around to spot everyone. When she saw Aragorn, she started running towards him, but Aragorn got out from under the rock too soon for her to get him trapped. Rogue climbed out from under the rocks, everyone else slowly, and cautiously following her example. "Great." She said wearily to everyone as they crept out from their hiding places. "It has a dragon."
They went on their way, for no more than a day or two, until they started getting to a very high, and chilly, part of the mountain. She had noticed an incline, and seen the mountain ahead, but didn't quite think ahead to the point where it would, indeed, be so high that it would be cold. It came to a point after one days of travel on the mountain, that the taller men had to literally to ahead and plow a path through the snow so the halflings could get through. Sheba went ahead as sort of a miniature Siberian tiger, so that she was light enough to walk atop the snow. She came running back, roaring at the top of her lungs, as she was capable of a very strong roar whether in the form of a wild cat or not. Her roar could hardly be heard over the roaring of the snow coming down the mountainside strait at them. Rogue screamed, as Gandalf yelled something she did not make out. Suddenly, the snow covered her, head to foot. She was knocked out by the force of the snow piling onto her, and all faded into blackness.
She woke up awhile later, to find that she had been unburied from the snow, and was being carried on Sheba's back, as Sheba had taken the form of a very large wildcat, called a Fornack, which was a little larger than a pony. When she woke, reality hit her about as hard as the ground did when she fell off Sheba's back. Her head hurt sorely, and she had frostbite on the tips of her awkwardly pointed ears. When she fell, she had made a bit of stir with her fellow companions. They all rushed over to see if she was well or not, for apparently she had blacked out for nearly a day. They had headed back from the mountains, and were to make their way for the mines of Moria, where Gimli had family living.
"OK," She said blinking a little bit form the pain of her headache, and from trying to force this information through her head. "What are the mines of Moria?" She got her answer, a brief description from Gandalf, followed by loud and continued boasting from Gimli.
"You had to get him started." Frodo told her, trying to glare at her, but unable to hold a strait face for long. Sam cracked up as well, then budged into their conversation. They both tried the best they could to answer her questions for what had happened while she had been out. She hardly listened to a thing they were saying, though. Eventually, she fell behind them all, weak as she was, she still had a horrible headache. Soon she found that she collapsed again, so far behind them that they hadn't even noticed she was missing, and awoke yet again to find herself on Sheba's back, who had obtained the form of a Fornack again. As she woke up fuller, she realized that she had not indeed fallen asleep on her back, but was merely resting up against her backside. She still had a great headache. They had come completely left the mountains, and it appeared to be late night, so they must have rested early to avoid entering the mines at night. She blinked a few times, and started listening to the fire crackling behind her. She woke completely, sitting up and saw Frodo, who had been leaning on Sheba's other side, the one facing the fire. She got up, an went over to sit by him, desperately needing the warmth of the fire. She felt it creep up her finger tips, and eventually warming her cheeks to a dull pink, on contrary to the bright red they had been. She looked over at Frodo, who hadn't said a word since she sat down. He apparently was asleep. Well, it was pretty late, she thought, as she looked at the moon in the sky. She nudged him awake, and smiled faintly at him when he looked at her. Her headache was still blinding, but she felt much better now that she was warmed by the dieing fire.
"I was waiting for you to wake up, but I couldn't bring myself to stay up that late." He said after a huge yawn. She smiled faintly again, rather zoned out by the fire. She looked back at him, who now had taken his turn at staring blankly into the fire. She pulled out one of the green-jeweled rings she had in a small pouch Elrond had given her. She studied it, turning it around in her chapped fingers, letting the flames of the fire dance off the gem in the middle.
"That's a pretty ring." Frodo said, watching her intently. She handed it to him, and he studied it as well. "A strange one, too." He said, nearly dropping it when it changed it's size to fit him perfectly. He laughed feeling slightly foolish for being startled so easily, and started handing it back to her.
"No," She said, pushing it back to him. "You keep it. It looks good on you."