Ch 6 different experiences
Boromir was laid on a small, hard bed that much resembled laying on the ground. At least he was warm and he felt safe, even though he was still unconscious he felt safe and warm. He was now sleeping soundly, a young girl of about seventeen years was leaning over him cleaning his cuts and inspecting his clothes. This man fascinated her, she had never seen anything like it, she wondered if he was in a play, maybe an actor of some kind. She knew they did historical reinactments at Old Sarum but that was quite a long way away. Why would an actor be in Salisbury anyway and being chased by the Police as well. He seemed really distressed when he had collapsed in her arms near the bridge, something had obviously frightened him. He could have been a criminal for all she knew, or a murderer, but she had a feeling that he was innocent, besides she had nothing to steal. This man seemed innocent enough. And right now he didn't look that tough or scary at all.
As she was thinking about all these things Boromir had woken up and was trying to get his vision into focus so he could at least get an idea as to where her was. He felt terrible. Like he had been shot with an arrow or something. He tried to remember what happened but it was all just a blur at the moment, he was also finding it very difficult to keep his mind on anything. He closed his eyes for a while but forced himself to open them again when he heard someone else in the room with him. He sat bolt upright, suddenly afraid of what was happening to him. He was confronted with a beautiful young girl who was holding a cloth in her hands and was cleaning him up. Boromir also noticed that she was holding his sword. He was suddenly alarmed and grabbed it off of her and holding it to her throat. She screamed not expecting it. Boromir noticed how scared she was and so slowly lowered his sword when he heard her weeping and begging that he didn't kill her.
He looked down at his chest and saw a huge bruise and a number of small grazes where he had tackled the policeman. He was a little confused at this seeing as his armour should have protected him. He looked back at the woman, she didn't look very old but was hardly a threat to him. He quickly scanned the room and her and made sure that there were no weapons that could hurt him. There were none. In fact, there was very little in the room, it seemed to be an abandoned building of some kind. Boromirs eyes wandered back to the young girl. She was so beautiful, Boromir felt safe around her now and took her hand. He drew her close to him, she didn't fight him, he seemed to have an air of power about him and this made her feel safe and happy around him. He lifted her hand and kissed it gently, this seemed to surprise the girl, she didn't know what to do. She smiled the most beautiful smile he had ever seen. The girl had now realised that he was kind and lifted her hand to his chest as if to gesture that she was going to help him, she didn't know if he was English and wanted to talk to him but she was so enthralled by who he was that she couldn't think of what to say.
She placed her hand on his chest and went about cleaning his wounds. There seemed to be an understanding between them, he trusted her and she was no longer afraid of him. It was good that this was the way it worked. Boromir still felt light-headed and didn't think he could fight his way out, even though she wasn't a real threat to him. The girl was so gentle, she made him even more relaxed and he would have fallen asleep had it not been for the fact that he was sat up. He started to waver and she saw this. She laid him down and placed a thick blanket over him to keep him warm. This man intrigued her and she was pleased that she had rescued him from the Police, she wouldn't have done it for anyone else but this man had a charm about him, and she liked it. Yes. She would look after him and maybe he would tell her about himself, deep down she wondered if he felt the same about her as she did for him.
**
Gimli was getting fed up of being behind bars and was trying to bend them out of shape hoping that he could escape that way. Unfortunately they were far too thick and strong for him to bend. If only he had his axe with him, the he might have a chance. Those stupid people had taken his most precious tool away from him and this made him very angry. He shouted out again thinking that maybe if he did it often enough they might give in and let him go.
The man that was in the cell with him was the tallest person Gimli had ever seen, he must have been at least six feet tall and very powerful. He towered over Gimli, this frightened him, there was no way he could compete with him. The man stood up and looked down at Gimli with an annoyed look on his face. He had been disturbed by this creature all night and it was starting to get on his nerves. Gimli looked up at the man, suddenly afraid of what he could do to him. He was certainly taller than the short dwarf and seemed much stronger, maybe he could bend the bars and they could both escape. That would be better and make things far easier for Gimli, however, this man didn't look overly keen to help so Gimli went and sat down. It was so frustrating, he knew that if only he could get out he could help his friends but he was stuck in here and he didn't even know what for.
He glanced uneasily around and then laid down on his back and closed his eyes; if he was going to build up enough strength to get out of the prison he needed sleep. Maybe then he could escape.
**
Merry and Pippin were laid in the most comfortable beds they had ever seen, they had thick, warm blankets over them. The beds were so big that they were sharing one but there was still plenty of room for them both. They had had another meal when they got to the house. At first neither of them felt like eating after the terrible journey in the "car", it had made them both feel very ill. The woman had been so kind to them, she had offered them food and clean clothes, even though they didn't fit. She made the whole thing seem so much better, at least they knew that there were safe places around here and it wasn't all just one big nightmare.
Pippin had particularly liked coming to the house. He was pleased that the woman was the one who would look after them. The others didn't seem nearly as friendly. The woman said her name was Maria and that she had worked at the museum for almost a year. She was the single most beautiful sight Pippin had ever seen, Merry wasn't that impressed and seemed eager to leave, although the prospect of food was always a good one and they had agreed to stay the night so they could rest after their frightening ordeal.
That was what they had done. They had finished their food and gone straight to bed, there Maria had told them all about where they were, when she asked them questions they tried their best to sidestep them not wishing to tell the woman anything about where they came from. Although they trusted her they knew that there were spies everywhere and that this woman could well be working for the White Wizard or Sauron. They decided that it was best that they didn't get her involved with their business as it may also put the rest of the Fellowship in danger and they didn't want that. They had told her only what she needed to know. The thing that surprised them was that the question of their size never came up. They were glad about this as neither could think up a good explanation.
For now they slept peacefully, knowing that they were safe, yet still worried that their friends could be in danger. They knew that they would have to help them; they couldn't just abandon Frodo and Sam. They had promised that they wouldn't.
**
Aragorn was now wandering the streets of Salisbury looking for some clue that the Fellowship was somewhere. He had found nothing; it was a big town though. His tracking skills were of little use in this strange place and that infuriated him. There must be some clue as to where they were, he just couldn't find it. He should have been trying to find Frodo and Sam but right then he would even have been glad to see the troublesome dwarf that had caused him so much trouble in the past.
Aragorn wished that he could find something. This place was new and daunting to him and he didn't like it at all, he longed to feel Arwen's soft touch or to hear the commanding voice of Gandalf. His stopped walking and sat down on a bench that was conveniently placed in the centre of a square clearing. He leaned forwards and put his head in his hands, when he closed his eyes he could picture Arwen in Rivendell, waiting for him to return. He reached for the necklace that hung around his neck. The very feel of it seemed to give him strength, he could feel Arwen's presence and it made him feel safe.
His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps.
"I wouldn't sleep there if I were you. The boss gets really angry at the homeless sleeping in his town, says that they make it look messy, untidy, like. I can't see any harm in it myself but you know, I have to do what I'm told. That's some nice clothes you got there. They yours are they? Didn't steal them did ya?" The man looked at Aragorn again. For a moment he was caught up in his grey eyes, there seemed to be a loneliness there.
This loneliness disappeared and was replaced by anger.
"Who is your boss? Who do you work for? Tell me now or I'll kill you, I swear. Do you know where the Wizard is? If you do I would tell me, little man." By this time Aragorn had drawn a dagger from his belt and was holding it to the man's throat.
The man was clearly surprised and he had not expected that at all. He was too scared to talk. This man didn't seem to be the killing type on first sight, that was why he'd approached him. He thought he was doing the grey- eyed man a favour but obviously he didn't want help. The man started squirming in Aragorn's grasp. He didn't know anything so Aragorn put him down and replaced his dagger. The man was about to run off when he turned to Aragorn and blew him a kiss. Aragorn didn't understand this at all. Just a minute ago the man had been terrified of him and now he seemed to be friendly. Perhaps a little too friendly for Aragorn's liking. He turned away from the man and started walking. He had to keep searching for his friends. No matter what happened.
**
Fred felt nothing, no fear, no pain. She saw only a bright white light. The sensation of flying had scared her at first but now she was growing used to it. Still she was shrouded in light, she saw nothing of where she was or where she was going. She didn't have a clue as to where she was going or what happened to her. Even though she felt that she should have been scared she didn't feel anything, it was so peaceful where she was.
Fred didn't know where she was but she was pretty sure that she wasn't in the woods anymore. For a while she had heard the distant sounds of her friends calling her but that had soon disappeared when the light had come. She wondered if her friends were still looking for her, she hoped so. Fred tried to move but found it impossible. Instead of panicking she took it as an opportunity to get some sleep. She turned on her side and closed her eyes. It was so warm here, so quiet nothing like the scary place she had just come from and nothing like the even scarier place she was about to go to.
**
Bob had now gotten to her feet and wiped her eyes. Something bad had happened to her friend and she had to help her. Fred could be dying or worse, dead. Bob felt so bad about being mean to her friend earlier.
Frodo and Sam were searching the area looking for any sign that Fred had walked off into the woods, Ned was doing the same but she was hysterically turning over rocks and such, Bob didn't really know why she was doing this, it wasn't as if Fred was hiding under a rock. If they had been at school Bob would have probably been laughing at what Ned was doing, then again so would Fred.
Bob's eyes filled with tears again at the thought that she might never see her best friend. What would she tell her mother and father? It was all her fault and she had to make sure that Fred was safe. She could have been in serious trouble, hurt or something. With everything that had happened so far she could be in serious trouble.
Frodo suddenly looked up and tapped Sam on the shoulder.
"Sam, something's wrong." Frodo felt an urge to put the Ring on again but he resisted, "They're here." He said simply.
He pushed Sam into a bush and shouted for Bob and Ned to come as well, they did as they were told. Just as they jumped out of sight a man dressed in black and riding a horse came into view. A Ring Wraith. They couldn't believe what they were seeing. It was even more terrifying than in the film. Frodo and Sam were also scared but they had seen them before so knew what to expect.
The Wraith sniffed around for a minute and then moved on.
Bob and the rest came from the bush and looked around to check that the Wraith wasn't still there, it was no where to be seen. They breathed a sigh of relief, they were safe. Ned, however, wasn't so happy. A new thought had come to her about what had happened to Fred, what if she had been captured by one of the Wraiths. It would explain her sudden disappearance and the blood. Frodo and Sam had also realised what might have happened but Bob still hadn't worked it out or maybe she just didn't want to believe it. She looked over at them and nodded her head in disbelief. Her friend couldn't have been captured by a Ring Wraith, that would mean that she was probably dead by now. Bob sat down on a log once more and started crying again. The very sight of that thing had sent a shiver down her spine and the thought of Fred being carried away by it was almost too much for her to bear. In a way she hoped that her friend was dead and that she hadn't suffered any pain and wasn't frightened.
**
Fred was still being carried by the Wraith through the sky, she didn't know where she was going and at that point in time she didn't really care. She was fast asleep, her dreams were filled with wonderful things. This was the last moment of peace she would have for a long time. She had no idea that her innocence would soon be destroyed, that this was the last time she would ever be able to sleep with good dreams.
The Wraith continued to carry her into the approaching darkness, although she was still unaware of what she was being taken into.
Boromir was laid on a small, hard bed that much resembled laying on the ground. At least he was warm and he felt safe, even though he was still unconscious he felt safe and warm. He was now sleeping soundly, a young girl of about seventeen years was leaning over him cleaning his cuts and inspecting his clothes. This man fascinated her, she had never seen anything like it, she wondered if he was in a play, maybe an actor of some kind. She knew they did historical reinactments at Old Sarum but that was quite a long way away. Why would an actor be in Salisbury anyway and being chased by the Police as well. He seemed really distressed when he had collapsed in her arms near the bridge, something had obviously frightened him. He could have been a criminal for all she knew, or a murderer, but she had a feeling that he was innocent, besides she had nothing to steal. This man seemed innocent enough. And right now he didn't look that tough or scary at all.
As she was thinking about all these things Boromir had woken up and was trying to get his vision into focus so he could at least get an idea as to where her was. He felt terrible. Like he had been shot with an arrow or something. He tried to remember what happened but it was all just a blur at the moment, he was also finding it very difficult to keep his mind on anything. He closed his eyes for a while but forced himself to open them again when he heard someone else in the room with him. He sat bolt upright, suddenly afraid of what was happening to him. He was confronted with a beautiful young girl who was holding a cloth in her hands and was cleaning him up. Boromir also noticed that she was holding his sword. He was suddenly alarmed and grabbed it off of her and holding it to her throat. She screamed not expecting it. Boromir noticed how scared she was and so slowly lowered his sword when he heard her weeping and begging that he didn't kill her.
He looked down at his chest and saw a huge bruise and a number of small grazes where he had tackled the policeman. He was a little confused at this seeing as his armour should have protected him. He looked back at the woman, she didn't look very old but was hardly a threat to him. He quickly scanned the room and her and made sure that there were no weapons that could hurt him. There were none. In fact, there was very little in the room, it seemed to be an abandoned building of some kind. Boromirs eyes wandered back to the young girl. She was so beautiful, Boromir felt safe around her now and took her hand. He drew her close to him, she didn't fight him, he seemed to have an air of power about him and this made her feel safe and happy around him. He lifted her hand and kissed it gently, this seemed to surprise the girl, she didn't know what to do. She smiled the most beautiful smile he had ever seen. The girl had now realised that he was kind and lifted her hand to his chest as if to gesture that she was going to help him, she didn't know if he was English and wanted to talk to him but she was so enthralled by who he was that she couldn't think of what to say.
She placed her hand on his chest and went about cleaning his wounds. There seemed to be an understanding between them, he trusted her and she was no longer afraid of him. It was good that this was the way it worked. Boromir still felt light-headed and didn't think he could fight his way out, even though she wasn't a real threat to him. The girl was so gentle, she made him even more relaxed and he would have fallen asleep had it not been for the fact that he was sat up. He started to waver and she saw this. She laid him down and placed a thick blanket over him to keep him warm. This man intrigued her and she was pleased that she had rescued him from the Police, she wouldn't have done it for anyone else but this man had a charm about him, and she liked it. Yes. She would look after him and maybe he would tell her about himself, deep down she wondered if he felt the same about her as she did for him.
**
Gimli was getting fed up of being behind bars and was trying to bend them out of shape hoping that he could escape that way. Unfortunately they were far too thick and strong for him to bend. If only he had his axe with him, the he might have a chance. Those stupid people had taken his most precious tool away from him and this made him very angry. He shouted out again thinking that maybe if he did it often enough they might give in and let him go.
The man that was in the cell with him was the tallest person Gimli had ever seen, he must have been at least six feet tall and very powerful. He towered over Gimli, this frightened him, there was no way he could compete with him. The man stood up and looked down at Gimli with an annoyed look on his face. He had been disturbed by this creature all night and it was starting to get on his nerves. Gimli looked up at the man, suddenly afraid of what he could do to him. He was certainly taller than the short dwarf and seemed much stronger, maybe he could bend the bars and they could both escape. That would be better and make things far easier for Gimli, however, this man didn't look overly keen to help so Gimli went and sat down. It was so frustrating, he knew that if only he could get out he could help his friends but he was stuck in here and he didn't even know what for.
He glanced uneasily around and then laid down on his back and closed his eyes; if he was going to build up enough strength to get out of the prison he needed sleep. Maybe then he could escape.
**
Merry and Pippin were laid in the most comfortable beds they had ever seen, they had thick, warm blankets over them. The beds were so big that they were sharing one but there was still plenty of room for them both. They had had another meal when they got to the house. At first neither of them felt like eating after the terrible journey in the "car", it had made them both feel very ill. The woman had been so kind to them, she had offered them food and clean clothes, even though they didn't fit. She made the whole thing seem so much better, at least they knew that there were safe places around here and it wasn't all just one big nightmare.
Pippin had particularly liked coming to the house. He was pleased that the woman was the one who would look after them. The others didn't seem nearly as friendly. The woman said her name was Maria and that she had worked at the museum for almost a year. She was the single most beautiful sight Pippin had ever seen, Merry wasn't that impressed and seemed eager to leave, although the prospect of food was always a good one and they had agreed to stay the night so they could rest after their frightening ordeal.
That was what they had done. They had finished their food and gone straight to bed, there Maria had told them all about where they were, when she asked them questions they tried their best to sidestep them not wishing to tell the woman anything about where they came from. Although they trusted her they knew that there were spies everywhere and that this woman could well be working for the White Wizard or Sauron. They decided that it was best that they didn't get her involved with their business as it may also put the rest of the Fellowship in danger and they didn't want that. They had told her only what she needed to know. The thing that surprised them was that the question of their size never came up. They were glad about this as neither could think up a good explanation.
For now they slept peacefully, knowing that they were safe, yet still worried that their friends could be in danger. They knew that they would have to help them; they couldn't just abandon Frodo and Sam. They had promised that they wouldn't.
**
Aragorn was now wandering the streets of Salisbury looking for some clue that the Fellowship was somewhere. He had found nothing; it was a big town though. His tracking skills were of little use in this strange place and that infuriated him. There must be some clue as to where they were, he just couldn't find it. He should have been trying to find Frodo and Sam but right then he would even have been glad to see the troublesome dwarf that had caused him so much trouble in the past.
Aragorn wished that he could find something. This place was new and daunting to him and he didn't like it at all, he longed to feel Arwen's soft touch or to hear the commanding voice of Gandalf. His stopped walking and sat down on a bench that was conveniently placed in the centre of a square clearing. He leaned forwards and put his head in his hands, when he closed his eyes he could picture Arwen in Rivendell, waiting for him to return. He reached for the necklace that hung around his neck. The very feel of it seemed to give him strength, he could feel Arwen's presence and it made him feel safe.
His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of footsteps.
"I wouldn't sleep there if I were you. The boss gets really angry at the homeless sleeping in his town, says that they make it look messy, untidy, like. I can't see any harm in it myself but you know, I have to do what I'm told. That's some nice clothes you got there. They yours are they? Didn't steal them did ya?" The man looked at Aragorn again. For a moment he was caught up in his grey eyes, there seemed to be a loneliness there.
This loneliness disappeared and was replaced by anger.
"Who is your boss? Who do you work for? Tell me now or I'll kill you, I swear. Do you know where the Wizard is? If you do I would tell me, little man." By this time Aragorn had drawn a dagger from his belt and was holding it to the man's throat.
The man was clearly surprised and he had not expected that at all. He was too scared to talk. This man didn't seem to be the killing type on first sight, that was why he'd approached him. He thought he was doing the grey- eyed man a favour but obviously he didn't want help. The man started squirming in Aragorn's grasp. He didn't know anything so Aragorn put him down and replaced his dagger. The man was about to run off when he turned to Aragorn and blew him a kiss. Aragorn didn't understand this at all. Just a minute ago the man had been terrified of him and now he seemed to be friendly. Perhaps a little too friendly for Aragorn's liking. He turned away from the man and started walking. He had to keep searching for his friends. No matter what happened.
**
Fred felt nothing, no fear, no pain. She saw only a bright white light. The sensation of flying had scared her at first but now she was growing used to it. Still she was shrouded in light, she saw nothing of where she was or where she was going. She didn't have a clue as to where she was going or what happened to her. Even though she felt that she should have been scared she didn't feel anything, it was so peaceful where she was.
Fred didn't know where she was but she was pretty sure that she wasn't in the woods anymore. For a while she had heard the distant sounds of her friends calling her but that had soon disappeared when the light had come. She wondered if her friends were still looking for her, she hoped so. Fred tried to move but found it impossible. Instead of panicking she took it as an opportunity to get some sleep. She turned on her side and closed her eyes. It was so warm here, so quiet nothing like the scary place she had just come from and nothing like the even scarier place she was about to go to.
**
Bob had now gotten to her feet and wiped her eyes. Something bad had happened to her friend and she had to help her. Fred could be dying or worse, dead. Bob felt so bad about being mean to her friend earlier.
Frodo and Sam were searching the area looking for any sign that Fred had walked off into the woods, Ned was doing the same but she was hysterically turning over rocks and such, Bob didn't really know why she was doing this, it wasn't as if Fred was hiding under a rock. If they had been at school Bob would have probably been laughing at what Ned was doing, then again so would Fred.
Bob's eyes filled with tears again at the thought that she might never see her best friend. What would she tell her mother and father? It was all her fault and she had to make sure that Fred was safe. She could have been in serious trouble, hurt or something. With everything that had happened so far she could be in serious trouble.
Frodo suddenly looked up and tapped Sam on the shoulder.
"Sam, something's wrong." Frodo felt an urge to put the Ring on again but he resisted, "They're here." He said simply.
He pushed Sam into a bush and shouted for Bob and Ned to come as well, they did as they were told. Just as they jumped out of sight a man dressed in black and riding a horse came into view. A Ring Wraith. They couldn't believe what they were seeing. It was even more terrifying than in the film. Frodo and Sam were also scared but they had seen them before so knew what to expect.
The Wraith sniffed around for a minute and then moved on.
Bob and the rest came from the bush and looked around to check that the Wraith wasn't still there, it was no where to be seen. They breathed a sigh of relief, they were safe. Ned, however, wasn't so happy. A new thought had come to her about what had happened to Fred, what if she had been captured by one of the Wraiths. It would explain her sudden disappearance and the blood. Frodo and Sam had also realised what might have happened but Bob still hadn't worked it out or maybe she just didn't want to believe it. She looked over at them and nodded her head in disbelief. Her friend couldn't have been captured by a Ring Wraith, that would mean that she was probably dead by now. Bob sat down on a log once more and started crying again. The very sight of that thing had sent a shiver down her spine and the thought of Fred being carried away by it was almost too much for her to bear. In a way she hoped that her friend was dead and that she hadn't suffered any pain and wasn't frightened.
**
Fred was still being carried by the Wraith through the sky, she didn't know where she was going and at that point in time she didn't really care. She was fast asleep, her dreams were filled with wonderful things. This was the last moment of peace she would have for a long time. She had no idea that her innocence would soon be destroyed, that this was the last time she would ever be able to sleep with good dreams.
The Wraith continued to carry her into the approaching darkness, although she was still unaware of what she was being taken into.