Disclaimer: Come on, like I could own the Fellowship.
A/N Just thought I'd catch up with the other characters. They were beginning to feel a little neglected. Enjoy, and please review.
Ch 22 Hospital
Legolas lay in the hospital bed provided for him even though he had objected several times to being treated. The doctors in the hospital had insisted that he at least take some rest before they let him go. Their final argument was that his friend, Pippin wasn't going anywhere for some time and that the Hobbits needed rest just as Legolas did.
Merry was left sleeping on a chair in the waiting area of the hospital, the nurses had debated whether to wake him and put him in a proper bed but they decided against it as they didn't want to disturb his rest. Merry was hardly asleep though, he kept remembering what happened at the river and although he tried as hard as he could to push it out of his mind he still saw his friend going under water.
He couldn't help but think that Legolas and Pippin blamed him. The Elf had clearly been surprised to see that Merry was just sat on the bench doing nothing. Merry wondered it Pippin blamed him. He had considered checking on him earlier but didn't want to wake his friend after his ordeal.
Merry finally gave up trying to sleep. He was tired but the images of what had happened that day were still too fresh in his mind. He sat up quickly in his chair and glanced around him to see if anything had changed, he was not surprised when everything was the same. There were several different people sat in the chairs in the waiting room and all of them were ill in some way or another. One man reminded him of someone they had met the night they had stayed in the inn at Bree.
He smiled to himself at the memory, he wished he was back in Middle Earth, so far this place had not been kind to them.
His thoughts were interrupted by a familiar-sounding voice. He couldn't quite place it at first but then he recognised it. It was Gimli. Merry jumped out of his chair and made his way towards the Dwarves loud voice. He was met with a sight that would have made him laugh if it had been at any other time. Gimli was stood trying to look over the desk and trying to get the woman behind the desk to tell him where he was.
"Perhaps I can help you, sir?" Merry said loudly.
Gimli swung around.
"And how would you help me if you.."
Gimli stopped speaking when he saw the Hobbit. He raced forward and threw an arm around Merry. The Hobbit was a little surprised but tried not to show it to Gimli who was muttering something about no longer being lost.
"I didn't think I would find you so soon Master Merry." He laughed. "Tell me where is Frodo and your friend Pippin?"
Merry's smile faded quickly at the mention of Pippins name.
"He was injured Gimli, he is here in this.hospital. He fell into a river and would have died if Legolas had not been there to help him."
Gimli looked concerned for a moment.
"Are you also hurt?"
"No. I was not in the water. I.I was somewhere else." Merry avoided the dawarves eyes and Gimli asked no questions.
The dwarf's eyes lit up again when he changed the subject.
"Then Legolas the Elf is here also? Tell me are they badly injured?"
"No. Pippin is merely suffering from a headache and from the cold and Legolas is simply tired and cold. They are in there somewhere." Merry pointed towards the doors that led to the rooms in which the two companions were sleeping.
"That is well. Let us fetch them and be on our way. It is not wise to linger here Master Pippin." Gimli said quietly.
"Have you seen any of the others. Gandalf, or Aragorn?"
"No. I have been having my own problems. I was imprisoned." Gimli said no more and Merry asked no questions.
"The others should be fit to leave first thing in the morning. The doctor came and said they needed rest even though both protested, especially Legolas." Merry smiled and the Dwarf did the same.
"Very well, we shall rest here tonight and leave first thing in the morning in search of out friends. I am pleased I have found you. I no longer feel so lost."
"Yes. Now we have to find Frodo and Sam. Who knows what they're doing and where they are." Merry replied.
**
Boromir was packing his bag that had been left on a chair inside Maria's house. He was trying to find all his things which had been scattered all over the place during his short stay. Boromir knew that he could wait no longer and would have to go and at least try to find his friends. As much as he wanted to stay he knew he had a duty and he had to keep his word that he would help in the quest for the Ring. Another thing that encouraged him was the Ring, he still wanted to hold it and have it for himself and his people.
For now he was content with just looking at Maria who was also packing her things into a small bag. After a long argument they had decided that she would help him in his search as she knew her way around the town. He had finally caved in and allowed her to go with him. She had been thrilled that he had given in so easily.
She had seen that Boromir wasn't as tough as he tried to make out the moment she met him, even though he was unconscious at the time, she laughed when she remembered the scared man that had fallen into her arms a while ago.
He glanced across at her not understanding what she found so funny given the seriousness of the situation. He had to find the Fellowship, he would not let Gondor get a reputation for abandoning people whenever things got hard. He was a true patriot and would no disappoint his people or him father. The memories of Gondor all came flooding back to him, he remembered his favourite quiet spot he had found as a child, the place he still went to even when he had grown up into a warrior.
Boromir pulled himself from his thoughts and tried to concentrate on what he was going to do. He would look in the most obvious places his friends would go, after all they were probably as confused as he was.
After another five minutes arguing playfully about whether they would need a torch or not the two travellers finally set off. They had packed all of Boromir's belongings and the things that Maria thought they would need if they were to find Boromir's friends. He had been surprised that she still wanted to help after he had refused to tell her anything about them and why he needed to find them so much. But she had insisted that it was alright and had urged him out of the door.
**
Aragorn had woken up after several hours of laying sleeping in Fred's parents room, he hadn't realised how tired he had been and now was slightly embarrassed that a Ranger couldn't stay awake long enough to accept tea from a kind woman.
She had insisted that it was perfectly alright and that he must have been exhausted, and he knew she was right. Before he got to the house he had had very little sleep either there or in Middle Earth. However, when he had awoken from his long and much needed rest he had found a fresh cup of tea by his bedside and some food which he did not recognise. It tasted really sweet almost like honey but far too sticky. He examined the food for a second hoping that maybe it would give up the secret as to what it was.
He tasted it and looked curiously at it. It was then he heard a voice at his door.
"It's treacle. It's not very good for you but it tastes nice. If you don't like it I can prepare you something else, perhaps something hot?"
Aragorn hadn't eaten in a while and the thought of hot food made him even hungrier. This woman certainly seemed to want to help him and they had both seemed pretty genuine when he had first arrived. He nodded and smiled and she motioned him to follow her. He did as instructed still a little wary about where he was. He didn't sense any danger near-by and growing up amongst Elves was enough to teach him when he should follow his instinct.
"Here, sit down. I'll make you something." The woman smiled. "What would you like? We have eggs, bacon, beans.?" She looked at him and noticed the confused look on his face.
She followed his eyes and noticed he was staring at the refrigerator.
"It keeps food cold." She didn't need to say nay more. Not that she could explain it any better anyway.
"Anything will do, thank you my lady." She couldn't help but smile at his politeness and he sensed her shock and embarrassment and quickly changed the subject. "Please, tell me of your daughter. You said she went missing. Do you know how it happened?"
The woman started heating up pans and putting food in, she had barely started and already the kitchen smelt terrific to Aragorn.
"What can I tell you of Fred. She's my daughter. Surely that's enough? Fred is the only thing in the world that matters to me right now. All I want is to have her here with me and for her to be safe. My husband's been searching for days but there has been nothing. Fred disappeared at school a few days ago and no one knows where she is. She went missing with her friends, Bob and Ned I think their names are. They have been friends for as long as I can remember. This isn't like Fred she wouldn't just leave school, especially not without telling anyone where she was going. Would you like something to drink." The woman talked so quickly it took a few moments for all the information to sink in.
"Yes. Thank you." He smiled at her. "Do you have any idea where she has gone. I mean is anything strange happening?"
"No, not that I know of. Apart from you coming here."
Aragorn nodded and thought for a moment. He jumped out of his chair. He grabbed Fred's mother by the arm and swung her round. "Do you know exactly how many days ago Fred went missing?"
"Of course." She replied a little taken back. "It was six days ago."
"Fred went missing six days ago? That is exactly when I came here. That does seem a little strange wouldn't you say?"
Aragorn had a look of concentration on his face, he had finally figured it out. He knew that Fred was with the Fellowship. All he had to do was track down this girl and he would be reunited with his friends.
"You should call your husband, we are leaving as soon as he gets back."
Aragorn ran back to the room he was staying in and grabbed his sword. He had a feeling that there would be great danger when he found them.
**
Gandalf saw them being tortured he felt their pain. He recognised neither of them but Orthanc was so clear in his mind. A young girl being tortured had been enough to make him do something. Although there was no way he could hurt Saruman at least he could help his victims. He used all his power to create that image in the hope that it might at least frighten the Orc away. And it worked. He was pleased that his magic had worked even though he didn't think the things he was working with were brilliant. He had saved the young girl's life and hopefully made Saruman know what he was up against.
Maybe next time he should go straight for Saruman instead of helping victims he could have been saving them.
A/N Just thought I'd catch up with the other characters. They were beginning to feel a little neglected. Enjoy, and please review.
Ch 22 Hospital
Legolas lay in the hospital bed provided for him even though he had objected several times to being treated. The doctors in the hospital had insisted that he at least take some rest before they let him go. Their final argument was that his friend, Pippin wasn't going anywhere for some time and that the Hobbits needed rest just as Legolas did.
Merry was left sleeping on a chair in the waiting area of the hospital, the nurses had debated whether to wake him and put him in a proper bed but they decided against it as they didn't want to disturb his rest. Merry was hardly asleep though, he kept remembering what happened at the river and although he tried as hard as he could to push it out of his mind he still saw his friend going under water.
He couldn't help but think that Legolas and Pippin blamed him. The Elf had clearly been surprised to see that Merry was just sat on the bench doing nothing. Merry wondered it Pippin blamed him. He had considered checking on him earlier but didn't want to wake his friend after his ordeal.
Merry finally gave up trying to sleep. He was tired but the images of what had happened that day were still too fresh in his mind. He sat up quickly in his chair and glanced around him to see if anything had changed, he was not surprised when everything was the same. There were several different people sat in the chairs in the waiting room and all of them were ill in some way or another. One man reminded him of someone they had met the night they had stayed in the inn at Bree.
He smiled to himself at the memory, he wished he was back in Middle Earth, so far this place had not been kind to them.
His thoughts were interrupted by a familiar-sounding voice. He couldn't quite place it at first but then he recognised it. It was Gimli. Merry jumped out of his chair and made his way towards the Dwarves loud voice. He was met with a sight that would have made him laugh if it had been at any other time. Gimli was stood trying to look over the desk and trying to get the woman behind the desk to tell him where he was.
"Perhaps I can help you, sir?" Merry said loudly.
Gimli swung around.
"And how would you help me if you.."
Gimli stopped speaking when he saw the Hobbit. He raced forward and threw an arm around Merry. The Hobbit was a little surprised but tried not to show it to Gimli who was muttering something about no longer being lost.
"I didn't think I would find you so soon Master Merry." He laughed. "Tell me where is Frodo and your friend Pippin?"
Merry's smile faded quickly at the mention of Pippins name.
"He was injured Gimli, he is here in this.hospital. He fell into a river and would have died if Legolas had not been there to help him."
Gimli looked concerned for a moment.
"Are you also hurt?"
"No. I was not in the water. I.I was somewhere else." Merry avoided the dawarves eyes and Gimli asked no questions.
The dwarf's eyes lit up again when he changed the subject.
"Then Legolas the Elf is here also? Tell me are they badly injured?"
"No. Pippin is merely suffering from a headache and from the cold and Legolas is simply tired and cold. They are in there somewhere." Merry pointed towards the doors that led to the rooms in which the two companions were sleeping.
"That is well. Let us fetch them and be on our way. It is not wise to linger here Master Pippin." Gimli said quietly.
"Have you seen any of the others. Gandalf, or Aragorn?"
"No. I have been having my own problems. I was imprisoned." Gimli said no more and Merry asked no questions.
"The others should be fit to leave first thing in the morning. The doctor came and said they needed rest even though both protested, especially Legolas." Merry smiled and the Dwarf did the same.
"Very well, we shall rest here tonight and leave first thing in the morning in search of out friends. I am pleased I have found you. I no longer feel so lost."
"Yes. Now we have to find Frodo and Sam. Who knows what they're doing and where they are." Merry replied.
**
Boromir was packing his bag that had been left on a chair inside Maria's house. He was trying to find all his things which had been scattered all over the place during his short stay. Boromir knew that he could wait no longer and would have to go and at least try to find his friends. As much as he wanted to stay he knew he had a duty and he had to keep his word that he would help in the quest for the Ring. Another thing that encouraged him was the Ring, he still wanted to hold it and have it for himself and his people.
For now he was content with just looking at Maria who was also packing her things into a small bag. After a long argument they had decided that she would help him in his search as she knew her way around the town. He had finally caved in and allowed her to go with him. She had been thrilled that he had given in so easily.
She had seen that Boromir wasn't as tough as he tried to make out the moment she met him, even though he was unconscious at the time, she laughed when she remembered the scared man that had fallen into her arms a while ago.
He glanced across at her not understanding what she found so funny given the seriousness of the situation. He had to find the Fellowship, he would not let Gondor get a reputation for abandoning people whenever things got hard. He was a true patriot and would no disappoint his people or him father. The memories of Gondor all came flooding back to him, he remembered his favourite quiet spot he had found as a child, the place he still went to even when he had grown up into a warrior.
Boromir pulled himself from his thoughts and tried to concentrate on what he was going to do. He would look in the most obvious places his friends would go, after all they were probably as confused as he was.
After another five minutes arguing playfully about whether they would need a torch or not the two travellers finally set off. They had packed all of Boromir's belongings and the things that Maria thought they would need if they were to find Boromir's friends. He had been surprised that she still wanted to help after he had refused to tell her anything about them and why he needed to find them so much. But she had insisted that it was alright and had urged him out of the door.
**
Aragorn had woken up after several hours of laying sleeping in Fred's parents room, he hadn't realised how tired he had been and now was slightly embarrassed that a Ranger couldn't stay awake long enough to accept tea from a kind woman.
She had insisted that it was perfectly alright and that he must have been exhausted, and he knew she was right. Before he got to the house he had had very little sleep either there or in Middle Earth. However, when he had awoken from his long and much needed rest he had found a fresh cup of tea by his bedside and some food which he did not recognise. It tasted really sweet almost like honey but far too sticky. He examined the food for a second hoping that maybe it would give up the secret as to what it was.
He tasted it and looked curiously at it. It was then he heard a voice at his door.
"It's treacle. It's not very good for you but it tastes nice. If you don't like it I can prepare you something else, perhaps something hot?"
Aragorn hadn't eaten in a while and the thought of hot food made him even hungrier. This woman certainly seemed to want to help him and they had both seemed pretty genuine when he had first arrived. He nodded and smiled and she motioned him to follow her. He did as instructed still a little wary about where he was. He didn't sense any danger near-by and growing up amongst Elves was enough to teach him when he should follow his instinct.
"Here, sit down. I'll make you something." The woman smiled. "What would you like? We have eggs, bacon, beans.?" She looked at him and noticed the confused look on his face.
She followed his eyes and noticed he was staring at the refrigerator.
"It keeps food cold." She didn't need to say nay more. Not that she could explain it any better anyway.
"Anything will do, thank you my lady." She couldn't help but smile at his politeness and he sensed her shock and embarrassment and quickly changed the subject. "Please, tell me of your daughter. You said she went missing. Do you know how it happened?"
The woman started heating up pans and putting food in, she had barely started and already the kitchen smelt terrific to Aragorn.
"What can I tell you of Fred. She's my daughter. Surely that's enough? Fred is the only thing in the world that matters to me right now. All I want is to have her here with me and for her to be safe. My husband's been searching for days but there has been nothing. Fred disappeared at school a few days ago and no one knows where she is. She went missing with her friends, Bob and Ned I think their names are. They have been friends for as long as I can remember. This isn't like Fred she wouldn't just leave school, especially not without telling anyone where she was going. Would you like something to drink." The woman talked so quickly it took a few moments for all the information to sink in.
"Yes. Thank you." He smiled at her. "Do you have any idea where she has gone. I mean is anything strange happening?"
"No, not that I know of. Apart from you coming here."
Aragorn nodded and thought for a moment. He jumped out of his chair. He grabbed Fred's mother by the arm and swung her round. "Do you know exactly how many days ago Fred went missing?"
"Of course." She replied a little taken back. "It was six days ago."
"Fred went missing six days ago? That is exactly when I came here. That does seem a little strange wouldn't you say?"
Aragorn had a look of concentration on his face, he had finally figured it out. He knew that Fred was with the Fellowship. All he had to do was track down this girl and he would be reunited with his friends.
"You should call your husband, we are leaving as soon as he gets back."
Aragorn ran back to the room he was staying in and grabbed his sword. He had a feeling that there would be great danger when he found them.
**
Gandalf saw them being tortured he felt their pain. He recognised neither of them but Orthanc was so clear in his mind. A young girl being tortured had been enough to make him do something. Although there was no way he could hurt Saruman at least he could help his victims. He used all his power to create that image in the hope that it might at least frighten the Orc away. And it worked. He was pleased that his magic had worked even though he didn't think the things he was working with were brilliant. He had saved the young girl's life and hopefully made Saruman know what he was up against.
Maybe next time he should go straight for Saruman instead of helping victims he could have been saving them.