Chapter 19
Little white house
It's everything we've
dreamed about
I wanted you to know
I'll hanging up my ego
We shouldn't have to fight
Or worry about the bills tonight
I wanted you to know
I want to be your shadow
The mystery's gone
Bring back the sun-- Our Lady Peace.
Everybody was sleeping when she looked up at the sky restlessly. She thought about her plan over in her mind, and she thought how wonderful it would be if it could only work. But it wasn't going to, and she should just forget about it before she got herself caught in an ugly mess. She knew Aragorn would be angry if he found out what she planning on doing. Everyone would.
Gimli's monstrous snores were really the only thing keeping her up. She tried setting side all her thoughts and try to get some sleep, but way too much was on Lara's mind. Her eyes drifted shut and for a second she thought sleep was about to claim her, but the gash on her arm started to itch and she scratched the sides of the cut annoyingly.
It was scabbing over, but it was distracting. Everything was.
Gimli gave another loud snore and Lara groaned, reaching over to tug at his leggings. He stirred, but didn't wake as he rolled over on his side and gave a grunt before mumbling into his sleep, his snores still audible from where Lara laid.
"There are other ways to stay awake."
The voice startled her and she turned to see Aragorn looking at her from a rock near the water, his boots off and his feet dipped into the cool, flowing river. She tried hide the sarcasm from her face, but she rolled her eyes and turned her back to him. She heard him sigh and she realized how mean she was being towards him. Her head shook in her pallet and she cursed herself for this.
"I'm sorry Aragorn." She told him, not daring to move an inch. "For everything. I know this is hard for you, with all this leadership and all these bloody people to look after."
He sighed again. "I regret what happened to Gandalf, but I know this is what is meant to happen. This is appointed to me, and I'm going to make sure that I can lead my followers. As hard as it is going to be, I'll still do it. I won't give up."
"I wish," Lara said. "I wish I could help you, Aragorn. To take away the trouble you are facing."
'If only." Aragorn whispered and that was the end of the conversation.
Now it was Lara's turn to sigh. If only my plan will work, she thought, trying to ignore the sounds around her. Aragorn should be getting some sleep too. The feeling of guilt hid itself deep inside her with every other emotion known to man... And Elf. She groaned as the same, blonde haired Elf popped into her mind. She opened her eyes. That was the only way for her not to think of him, and thankfully he wasn't anywhere near the camp for her to gaze at while he slept the weird way he slept.
She sighed. Sleep just wasn't going to come tonight.
Little hands were prodding her awake and the morning light burned against her skin. Her eyes opened slowly and she felt like she hadn't slept in ages, and all she wanted was everyone to leave her alone. But Sam had woken her up and informed her about everyone getting ready to leave. And so they were. Everyone except Legolas, whose pallet was untouched as was his weapons.
They lay against a bark of a tree, the feather tip of his arrows blowing in the wind.
Lara sat up at this and looked over at whoever was closest to her. Boromir.
"Where is Legolas?" She asked urgently.
Boromir looked over at her grimly and shrugged his shoulders. "The Elf said something about bathing and to watch over his weapons. I suppose you would like to go find him?" Lara gave him a weird look before he continued, "He is in the woods. I best be careful though, if you really are going to find him. There are strange things in there. The Elf is fond of the trees though, he wouldn't mind the stuff I've witnessed in those woods..."
"Yea, yea, yea." Lara muttered sarcastically. She got up and grabbed Legolas' stuff before darting into the woods.
"Boromir is such an ass." She concluded, dodging low branches and fallen logs. "Where is that bloody lake?"
She went deeper into the woods, making sure she checked all directions before continuing on. She should be able to hear him if he was anywhere close, but somehow all she heard was the distance voices from either of the fellowship. Maybe he went back to the others? She looked up at the sky hidden by tall trees and morning fog when someone suddenly laid their hand on her shoulder.
She gasped and turned around sharply to see Legolas stand before her, wet and an amused look on his face.
Then he noticed his stuff in her arms and he frowned.
"What are you doing with those?" He asked, opening out his hands.
"I- I came to give you these." She answered, reaching out and throwing the stuff in his arms.
She would have talked more, seeing how the opportunity was open, but seeing him wet like this gave her chills. Especially since his hair was loose and the braids were gone. Maybe if she pictured Boromir's head on his body... no, that wouldn't work. She smiled nervously and went to leave, but he grabbed her arm. She would have thrown it back, but somehow she wasn't angry. Not this time.
The amused look spread back across his face as he drew her closer.
"I hoped you would stay." He whispered.
He drew her in closer. She watched him closely, and the more he pulled her to him, the more he smelt wonderful.
"I suppose I am..." Was all that came from her lips.
He drew her closer, her body now leaning against his damp clothes.
"Only because I am making you." He whispered, lips only inches away from hers.
That's when the moment was ruined. All because of the little words he had just spoken. She pulled away angrily, her face screwed up and red. Legolas let go immediately, knowing very well what had happened. He did not speak until she backed away enough to point her finger at him accusingly.
"No one is making me do anything." She shouted. Her voice echoed through the woods. "Ever!"
"I was not planning on-" He stopped before continuing. He did say what she accused him of, and he could not make an excuse for himself. He just sighed and shook his head. "Lara, please. Why are you so angry-?"
"Don't try to understand." Lara scowled, turning around and storming back to camp.
Lara groaned inwardly as she walked off. She recalled the argument, the almost kissing scene in her mind and knew at once that she was being stubborn. He didn't really mean anything by what he said, he was just trying to stop the fight that was heating between himself and Lara. He attempted to cool it down, but only ended up heated again.
Lara sighed as she entered the camp, where everyone was still setting up the boats.
Boromir approached her and noticed the look on her face.
"Another fight." It wasn't a question.
Lara looked over at him and glared. The look on her face told him to back off and he did just that, though slowly and sadly. He wished he could talk to the woman, help her with her problems with the Elf. That was when he came onto the camp site, looking just as sad as Boromir had when the woman rejected him.
He frowned. The Elf walked passed him without noticing the angry glare the man was giving him. Everything about the Elves were perfect. He hated the Elves, he hated all of them. He especially hated the Elf for the attraction of the woman Lara.
She rowed the boat off the sand and into the water. It was calmer today, thankfully, and it wouldn't tire her as much from heaving the boat off of hidden rocks. She hated that. Just as she was about to enter her boat, where Merry and Pippin were curled in, fast asleep, Boromir approached her and took her elbow gently.
She sighed. Everyone was grabbing her all of a sudden.
"What?" She asked sternly, taking her foot out of the boat.
"I was wondering if you care to talk?" He lowered his voice so he sounded more considerate.
"What makes you think I need to talk?" She asked.
"I know how Elves can be sometimes." He told her. "Stubborn, inconsiderate, not quite so understanding about humans."
Lara narrowed her eyes. He was quite right about whatever it was he was trying to say, but what was the point in discussing it now? They had to head off now and he was just wasting time. Lara looked around before speaking.
"What things do you know of the Elves?" She was suddenly very curious.
Boromir smiled gently.
"As much as you care to know about." Boromir said.
"We are heading off now." Aragorn shouted to Lara and Boromir. "Get going."
Lara took a deep breath and held her gaze with Boromir for a moment, then turned and hopped into the boat. She reared all the way out into the river and began to row after Aragorn, thinking of the small talk her and Boromir just had.
Perhaps she would ask Boromir about the Elves, considering her low knowledge of them. But she must ask them before she goes out with her plan and it better be quick. Aragorn was explaining the whereabouts to Mordor just as the thoughts of Lara's plans left her mind and only the water splashing against the boats and the noise of the rowing were the only things heard.
Aragorn waved his head to his right and directed them all to shore, a few hours after leaving their last camp set.
Lara asked Merry to wake Pippin as the shore drew nearer, the the boat thumped up against it with a rather rough bump, causing Pippin to groan awake and Lara laugh despite herself. Pippin hopped out of the boat and helped Lara out of courtesy and Lara took his hand gratefully. Her arms were killing her.
She looked around and sighed. This wasn't much different than their last stop, only the strange stone men a distance away, standing tall and proud against the flowing river. As Lara looked up at them, she saw nothing but pride and hard work dedicated into the stone men. Maybe she should ask Boromir now, before the going gets good.
She turned and went to approach him, but Legolas blocked her way and she looked up at him angrily.
"Excuse me." She said.
He frowned down at her and held out his hand.
"Would you care for a walk?" He asked, jerking his hand forwards when Lara didn't accept.
Boromir reared up his boat near a rock and made to move, so Lara gave in and grabbed his hand. Legolas tried to hide the smile on his lips, but couldn't overcome himself and grinned sheepishly as he led Lara into the woods, far enough so they would be private.
When they were a good distance away, he stopped and took Lara's hands up to his mouth and kissed each knuckle tenderly.
"I'm sorry." He whispered, bringing her close to him in a tight embrace. "I have been stubborn, I know how you feel."
Lara narrowed her eyes against his chest. "You overheard me--?"
"Speaking with Boromir." He finished, giving her forehead a kiss before bringing her face up to his. "I know I shouldn't have, but I could not help it. It's one of those things with Elves. I'm sorry again Lara, I really am deeply sorry..."
Lara sighed deeply and leaned back against his chest. She was sorry too, deeply, possibly even more sorry than Legolas was. Even though Legolas continued to apologize, her heart sank deeper and deeper into the earth. Maybe it was impossible to take the Ring and her Ring watch away from the fellowship now. Maybe they were too involved that no one could split each other apart.
Lara clung to Legolas more deeply and buried her face in his warmth. It was so inviting, so tender, that she couldn't have the heart to stop him from breaking apart their hold to caress her cheek. She looked at him for a moment.
"It isn't your fault. I've been so-" She lowered her gaze. She couldn't say it, she wouldn't.
He chuckled lightly and brought her face up again so that their eyes met again. She sighed. That devilish grin was still on his face as he lowered it closer and closer to Lara's untouched mouth. She couldn't really smile or anything, she couldn't feel anything but warmth. No other emotion seemed able to get deep inside her... Except the strange feeling crawling up and down her arms, her legs and her entire body. Their lips met and she melted under his touch.
It was a sweet, passionate kiss. Not like the kisses they shared night and nights ago, in that tree where no one was able to find them. This was completely different. A good different that she sighed into, standing on her tip toes to lock onto them more deeply.
He broke apart for a moment.
"Lara...Amin mela lle." He said.
"What?" Lara didn't hear him correctly, she was too caught up in the moment.
"Lara," he started, taking a deep breath. "I lov-"
There was no time to finish his word. A high pitched scream echoed through the woods and Lara found it very much similar to Merry's or Pippin's. Either way, Legolas had grabbed her hand and darted towards the camp. She had to let go of his hand to dodge the low branches and shrubs that connected through their path way.
Finally, the camp set was seen and Merry was curled on the ground, clutching his hand. There was a large puddle of blood beside him. Lara gasped, moving aside Legolas to see what happened. Aragorn rushed over with a piece of cloth, unraveling it and trying to prey apart poor Merry's hand. Pippin was standing beside him with Sam, looking distraught.
"Give him your wound, Merry." Lara cooed, grabbing onto his untouched hand and squeezing it tightly. "Squeeze back from the pain."
Merry whimpered, but nodded and reached out the wounded hand. It was horrible, but nothing too serious. Blood spilled from the open wound, straight across his palm and a small piece of glass poked out from the unraveled skin. Lara noted that she seen much worse and Merry tried to smile but it turned into a grimace and he squeezed Lara's hand. Aragorn gently, if that is even possible for Aragorn to do, took the top of the glass and as gently as he could, and eased it out of the wound.
Merry squirmed and tried his very best not to cry out in agony. Poor guy.
"How did you do this anyway?" Lara asked, squeezing the smaller hand in her own.
"He tried to throw this jagged rock," Sam told her. "Ma'am, he didn't succeed."
I gave Merry a stern.
When Aragorn was through bandaging up Merry's wound, Lara stood and dusted off sand from her front and turned to Legolas. He gave her a smile and she smiled back, getting ready to go towards him, but what Gimli said stopped her in her tracks.
"Where is Frodo?" He asked. "And Boromir?"
It was true. Neither one was around the camp and Lara's heart sank. The last time they were alone together, Frodo almost ran off with both her Ring watch and his Ring. And Boromir just happened to be there at the time. And the memories of the discussions she had with Legolas, about Boromir idolizing her Ring watch... no, Boromir wouldn't do that. He wouldn't plan on taking her plan.
Then, as if realizing something, she darted for her pallet and her bag.
Cursing, she knelt down in the sand and began digging through her belongings, setting aside what she had packed and what she would use to rest on. But still, no sign of that bloody thing. Her bag lay untouched by her pallet. Frowning, she unclipped the buckle and flipped off the top of it. Everything was where it was... except for her Ring watch.
"Damn!" She cried, throwing down her bag and turning to the others. "It's gone-"
"We must find them, now." Aragorn snapped, clutching the hilt of his sword as he made for the woods.
"We're coming." Pippin and Sam announced.
Lara kicked the sand and paced back and forth, trying to think over her plan. If she would just go in the woods, hunt down Frodo, she would be able to take her Ring watch and his Ring and take them both to Mordor. But the more she thought of it, the more it sounded ridiculous. After all, she didn't really know how to get to Mordor. Just a couple of details from Aragorn and Legolas.
She groaned. What if Boromir has her Ring watch? She groaned again, deciding she must go find them now.
She turned to tell the others, but she found that she was alone. Sighing, she threw up her hands and darted into the woods. So help her if the others went on without her. They'll be dead before they reached Mordor.
Little white house
It's everything we've
dreamed about
I wanted you to know
I'll hanging up my ego
We shouldn't have to fight
Or worry about the bills tonight
I wanted you to know
I want to be your shadow
The mystery's gone
Bring back the sun-- Our Lady Peace.
Everybody was sleeping when she looked up at the sky restlessly. She thought about her plan over in her mind, and she thought how wonderful it would be if it could only work. But it wasn't going to, and she should just forget about it before she got herself caught in an ugly mess. She knew Aragorn would be angry if he found out what she planning on doing. Everyone would.
Gimli's monstrous snores were really the only thing keeping her up. She tried setting side all her thoughts and try to get some sleep, but way too much was on Lara's mind. Her eyes drifted shut and for a second she thought sleep was about to claim her, but the gash on her arm started to itch and she scratched the sides of the cut annoyingly.
It was scabbing over, but it was distracting. Everything was.
Gimli gave another loud snore and Lara groaned, reaching over to tug at his leggings. He stirred, but didn't wake as he rolled over on his side and gave a grunt before mumbling into his sleep, his snores still audible from where Lara laid.
"There are other ways to stay awake."
The voice startled her and she turned to see Aragorn looking at her from a rock near the water, his boots off and his feet dipped into the cool, flowing river. She tried hide the sarcasm from her face, but she rolled her eyes and turned her back to him. She heard him sigh and she realized how mean she was being towards him. Her head shook in her pallet and she cursed herself for this.
"I'm sorry Aragorn." She told him, not daring to move an inch. "For everything. I know this is hard for you, with all this leadership and all these bloody people to look after."
He sighed again. "I regret what happened to Gandalf, but I know this is what is meant to happen. This is appointed to me, and I'm going to make sure that I can lead my followers. As hard as it is going to be, I'll still do it. I won't give up."
"I wish," Lara said. "I wish I could help you, Aragorn. To take away the trouble you are facing."
'If only." Aragorn whispered and that was the end of the conversation.
Now it was Lara's turn to sigh. If only my plan will work, she thought, trying to ignore the sounds around her. Aragorn should be getting some sleep too. The feeling of guilt hid itself deep inside her with every other emotion known to man... And Elf. She groaned as the same, blonde haired Elf popped into her mind. She opened her eyes. That was the only way for her not to think of him, and thankfully he wasn't anywhere near the camp for her to gaze at while he slept the weird way he slept.
She sighed. Sleep just wasn't going to come tonight.
Little hands were prodding her awake and the morning light burned against her skin. Her eyes opened slowly and she felt like she hadn't slept in ages, and all she wanted was everyone to leave her alone. But Sam had woken her up and informed her about everyone getting ready to leave. And so they were. Everyone except Legolas, whose pallet was untouched as was his weapons.
They lay against a bark of a tree, the feather tip of his arrows blowing in the wind.
Lara sat up at this and looked over at whoever was closest to her. Boromir.
"Where is Legolas?" She asked urgently.
Boromir looked over at her grimly and shrugged his shoulders. "The Elf said something about bathing and to watch over his weapons. I suppose you would like to go find him?" Lara gave him a weird look before he continued, "He is in the woods. I best be careful though, if you really are going to find him. There are strange things in there. The Elf is fond of the trees though, he wouldn't mind the stuff I've witnessed in those woods..."
"Yea, yea, yea." Lara muttered sarcastically. She got up and grabbed Legolas' stuff before darting into the woods.
"Boromir is such an ass." She concluded, dodging low branches and fallen logs. "Where is that bloody lake?"
She went deeper into the woods, making sure she checked all directions before continuing on. She should be able to hear him if he was anywhere close, but somehow all she heard was the distance voices from either of the fellowship. Maybe he went back to the others? She looked up at the sky hidden by tall trees and morning fog when someone suddenly laid their hand on her shoulder.
She gasped and turned around sharply to see Legolas stand before her, wet and an amused look on his face.
Then he noticed his stuff in her arms and he frowned.
"What are you doing with those?" He asked, opening out his hands.
"I- I came to give you these." She answered, reaching out and throwing the stuff in his arms.
She would have talked more, seeing how the opportunity was open, but seeing him wet like this gave her chills. Especially since his hair was loose and the braids were gone. Maybe if she pictured Boromir's head on his body... no, that wouldn't work. She smiled nervously and went to leave, but he grabbed her arm. She would have thrown it back, but somehow she wasn't angry. Not this time.
The amused look spread back across his face as he drew her closer.
"I hoped you would stay." He whispered.
He drew her in closer. She watched him closely, and the more he pulled her to him, the more he smelt wonderful.
"I suppose I am..." Was all that came from her lips.
He drew her closer, her body now leaning against his damp clothes.
"Only because I am making you." He whispered, lips only inches away from hers.
That's when the moment was ruined. All because of the little words he had just spoken. She pulled away angrily, her face screwed up and red. Legolas let go immediately, knowing very well what had happened. He did not speak until she backed away enough to point her finger at him accusingly.
"No one is making me do anything." She shouted. Her voice echoed through the woods. "Ever!"
"I was not planning on-" He stopped before continuing. He did say what she accused him of, and he could not make an excuse for himself. He just sighed and shook his head. "Lara, please. Why are you so angry-?"
"Don't try to understand." Lara scowled, turning around and storming back to camp.
Lara groaned inwardly as she walked off. She recalled the argument, the almost kissing scene in her mind and knew at once that she was being stubborn. He didn't really mean anything by what he said, he was just trying to stop the fight that was heating between himself and Lara. He attempted to cool it down, but only ended up heated again.
Lara sighed as she entered the camp, where everyone was still setting up the boats.
Boromir approached her and noticed the look on her face.
"Another fight." It wasn't a question.
Lara looked over at him and glared. The look on her face told him to back off and he did just that, though slowly and sadly. He wished he could talk to the woman, help her with her problems with the Elf. That was when he came onto the camp site, looking just as sad as Boromir had when the woman rejected him.
He frowned. The Elf walked passed him without noticing the angry glare the man was giving him. Everything about the Elves were perfect. He hated the Elves, he hated all of them. He especially hated the Elf for the attraction of the woman Lara.
She rowed the boat off the sand and into the water. It was calmer today, thankfully, and it wouldn't tire her as much from heaving the boat off of hidden rocks. She hated that. Just as she was about to enter her boat, where Merry and Pippin were curled in, fast asleep, Boromir approached her and took her elbow gently.
She sighed. Everyone was grabbing her all of a sudden.
"What?" She asked sternly, taking her foot out of the boat.
"I was wondering if you care to talk?" He lowered his voice so he sounded more considerate.
"What makes you think I need to talk?" She asked.
"I know how Elves can be sometimes." He told her. "Stubborn, inconsiderate, not quite so understanding about humans."
Lara narrowed her eyes. He was quite right about whatever it was he was trying to say, but what was the point in discussing it now? They had to head off now and he was just wasting time. Lara looked around before speaking.
"What things do you know of the Elves?" She was suddenly very curious.
Boromir smiled gently.
"As much as you care to know about." Boromir said.
"We are heading off now." Aragorn shouted to Lara and Boromir. "Get going."
Lara took a deep breath and held her gaze with Boromir for a moment, then turned and hopped into the boat. She reared all the way out into the river and began to row after Aragorn, thinking of the small talk her and Boromir just had.
Perhaps she would ask Boromir about the Elves, considering her low knowledge of them. But she must ask them before she goes out with her plan and it better be quick. Aragorn was explaining the whereabouts to Mordor just as the thoughts of Lara's plans left her mind and only the water splashing against the boats and the noise of the rowing were the only things heard.
Aragorn waved his head to his right and directed them all to shore, a few hours after leaving their last camp set.
Lara asked Merry to wake Pippin as the shore drew nearer, the the boat thumped up against it with a rather rough bump, causing Pippin to groan awake and Lara laugh despite herself. Pippin hopped out of the boat and helped Lara out of courtesy and Lara took his hand gratefully. Her arms were killing her.
She looked around and sighed. This wasn't much different than their last stop, only the strange stone men a distance away, standing tall and proud against the flowing river. As Lara looked up at them, she saw nothing but pride and hard work dedicated into the stone men. Maybe she should ask Boromir now, before the going gets good.
She turned and went to approach him, but Legolas blocked her way and she looked up at him angrily.
"Excuse me." She said.
He frowned down at her and held out his hand.
"Would you care for a walk?" He asked, jerking his hand forwards when Lara didn't accept.
Boromir reared up his boat near a rock and made to move, so Lara gave in and grabbed his hand. Legolas tried to hide the smile on his lips, but couldn't overcome himself and grinned sheepishly as he led Lara into the woods, far enough so they would be private.
When they were a good distance away, he stopped and took Lara's hands up to his mouth and kissed each knuckle tenderly.
"I'm sorry." He whispered, bringing her close to him in a tight embrace. "I have been stubborn, I know how you feel."
Lara narrowed her eyes against his chest. "You overheard me--?"
"Speaking with Boromir." He finished, giving her forehead a kiss before bringing her face up to his. "I know I shouldn't have, but I could not help it. It's one of those things with Elves. I'm sorry again Lara, I really am deeply sorry..."
Lara sighed deeply and leaned back against his chest. She was sorry too, deeply, possibly even more sorry than Legolas was. Even though Legolas continued to apologize, her heart sank deeper and deeper into the earth. Maybe it was impossible to take the Ring and her Ring watch away from the fellowship now. Maybe they were too involved that no one could split each other apart.
Lara clung to Legolas more deeply and buried her face in his warmth. It was so inviting, so tender, that she couldn't have the heart to stop him from breaking apart their hold to caress her cheek. She looked at him for a moment.
"It isn't your fault. I've been so-" She lowered her gaze. She couldn't say it, she wouldn't.
He chuckled lightly and brought her face up again so that their eyes met again. She sighed. That devilish grin was still on his face as he lowered it closer and closer to Lara's untouched mouth. She couldn't really smile or anything, she couldn't feel anything but warmth. No other emotion seemed able to get deep inside her... Except the strange feeling crawling up and down her arms, her legs and her entire body. Their lips met and she melted under his touch.
It was a sweet, passionate kiss. Not like the kisses they shared night and nights ago, in that tree where no one was able to find them. This was completely different. A good different that she sighed into, standing on her tip toes to lock onto them more deeply.
He broke apart for a moment.
"Lara...Amin mela lle." He said.
"What?" Lara didn't hear him correctly, she was too caught up in the moment.
"Lara," he started, taking a deep breath. "I lov-"
There was no time to finish his word. A high pitched scream echoed through the woods and Lara found it very much similar to Merry's or Pippin's. Either way, Legolas had grabbed her hand and darted towards the camp. She had to let go of his hand to dodge the low branches and shrubs that connected through their path way.
Finally, the camp set was seen and Merry was curled on the ground, clutching his hand. There was a large puddle of blood beside him. Lara gasped, moving aside Legolas to see what happened. Aragorn rushed over with a piece of cloth, unraveling it and trying to prey apart poor Merry's hand. Pippin was standing beside him with Sam, looking distraught.
"Give him your wound, Merry." Lara cooed, grabbing onto his untouched hand and squeezing it tightly. "Squeeze back from the pain."
Merry whimpered, but nodded and reached out the wounded hand. It was horrible, but nothing too serious. Blood spilled from the open wound, straight across his palm and a small piece of glass poked out from the unraveled skin. Lara noted that she seen much worse and Merry tried to smile but it turned into a grimace and he squeezed Lara's hand. Aragorn gently, if that is even possible for Aragorn to do, took the top of the glass and as gently as he could, and eased it out of the wound.
Merry squirmed and tried his very best not to cry out in agony. Poor guy.
"How did you do this anyway?" Lara asked, squeezing the smaller hand in her own.
"He tried to throw this jagged rock," Sam told her. "Ma'am, he didn't succeed."
I gave Merry a stern.
When Aragorn was through bandaging up Merry's wound, Lara stood and dusted off sand from her front and turned to Legolas. He gave her a smile and she smiled back, getting ready to go towards him, but what Gimli said stopped her in her tracks.
"Where is Frodo?" He asked. "And Boromir?"
It was true. Neither one was around the camp and Lara's heart sank. The last time they were alone together, Frodo almost ran off with both her Ring watch and his Ring. And Boromir just happened to be there at the time. And the memories of the discussions she had with Legolas, about Boromir idolizing her Ring watch... no, Boromir wouldn't do that. He wouldn't plan on taking her plan.
Then, as if realizing something, she darted for her pallet and her bag.
Cursing, she knelt down in the sand and began digging through her belongings, setting aside what she had packed and what she would use to rest on. But still, no sign of that bloody thing. Her bag lay untouched by her pallet. Frowning, she unclipped the buckle and flipped off the top of it. Everything was where it was... except for her Ring watch.
"Damn!" She cried, throwing down her bag and turning to the others. "It's gone-"
"We must find them, now." Aragorn snapped, clutching the hilt of his sword as he made for the woods.
"We're coming." Pippin and Sam announced.
Lara kicked the sand and paced back and forth, trying to think over her plan. If she would just go in the woods, hunt down Frodo, she would be able to take her Ring watch and his Ring and take them both to Mordor. But the more she thought of it, the more it sounded ridiculous. After all, she didn't really know how to get to Mordor. Just a couple of details from Aragorn and Legolas.
She groaned. What if Boromir has her Ring watch? She groaned again, deciding she must go find them now.
She turned to tell the others, but she found that she was alone. Sighing, she threw up her hands and darted into the woods. So help her if the others went on without her. They'll be dead before they reached Mordor.