Tearing in two
A/N- Thank you for all your support in reviewing and e-mailing! And please, if you read this story and review because it gives me confidence and ideas to write the next chapter, yet again I am sorry for not writing sooner, it's just there doesn't seem to be much time on my hands at the moment.
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'Roll, move, hit. Roll, move, hit!' Boromir thought to himself, his lessons as a child flooding back to his memory as a natural instinct. Obeying his head, Boromir rolled into a crouch, leapt up and punched the Dylag back.
The creature stumbled back clumsily, but the very next second, the man of Gondor cried out as he was slammed into a sharp rock- the evil Dylag upon him. Loosing hope and strength, drained Boromir's courage and he thrashed weakly against the tight grip.
The Dylag drew his gloved fist back for the final blow, Boromir closed his eyes. But the blow never came, slowly the man forced his reluctant eyes open, dreading a new trap, but as his eyes focused he saw Pippin standing above him, the dagger from the Dylag's back in his bound hands- the Dylag was nowhere to be seen.
Blinking in surprise, Boromir hauled himself up. The hobbit was shaking with fear but smiled slightly, Boromir returned the smile and cut the smallest hobbit's bonds. The two looked around, 2 were left, Frodo and Sam had succeeded in slaying one of them and now it was Gimli's turn to strike one down. The dwarf used his anger to knock a Dylag down. The next moment, the dwarf held the dagger from the temporarily stunned Dylag's belt and finished him off cleanly. The last Dylag, stood between the dwarf and Frodo and Sam, it screeched so loud, that Pippin held his ears with his hands. With a sense of pride and bravery the fellowship had not felt in a while, they worked together to quickly put an end to the remaining Dylag.
The fellowship stood for a long time, silently and stiffly, then all at once they collapsed to the ground laughing and sighing in relief. That is all except Pippin, joyful as he was, his mind automatically clicked back to Merry, who was laying face down in the dust, he scurried over, pulling the hobbit over and moving the bits of mud and dust out of his hair and face, he shook him gently hoping to wake his cousin but to no avail.
"Merry," Pippin's hand shook as tears threatened to spill over the rim of his eyes. Still no movement, "MERRY!" Pippin screamed, desperately, the others suddenly turned round. Boromir's eyes drank in the scene before him; Merry was still and looked as cold as ice and Pippin was crouching next to him shaking violently and calling out his name, a soft gasp of despair left the man's lips, Frodo and Sam had already ran over, comforting Pippin and trying to wake the still hobbit up. Pippin had given up trying to hold his tears back, weeping freely into Frodo's cloak.
"Gimli! Take the hobbits over there, I must see to Merry," Boromir called to the silent dwarf, Gimli nodded and softly told Sam and Frodo to move away so Boromir could help, then he gently scooped up Pippin and lead the three a fair distance away. Boromir grabbed the healing bag Aragorn had left and slowly strode up to the small figure; he took in a deep breath at the hobbit's small innocent pale face.
"Merry, I'm so sorry, its all my fault, if I hadn't let Aragorn go then you may have still been alive," Boromir choked as he leant in to check if Merry's pulse had stopped as he had expected. He rested his hand on Merry's breast for quite some time, nothing happened, Boromir shook his head, out of all the things happening in middle-earth, this was the one thing he didn't want to happen.
But as he was just about to recoil his hand, he felt a faint beat. The man's eyes grew wide,
"He lives," stuttered Boromir, rummaging through the pack and pulling out the plant, which Aragorn had earlier named kingsfoil, if only he could remember how to use it like Aragorn! Slowly, Boromir cut the stem of the plant and squeezed it until some drops fell into the wound of Merry's. The hobbit, jolted for a second, Boromir sucked in a deep breath, was that meant to happen? His mind raced quickly, if he could save Merry how could he do it.then a small thought came into his head, he had to do it quickly for they were near the walls of Isengard and most likely orcs would be drawn near to the noise.
"Sam!" he cried
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The first thought that entered Legolas' mind was to run, run far away from this place as he could, but then he spied Gandalf waiting patiently for him; on the floor besides him lay a man.
"Aragorn," Legolas breathed, the elf limped forward, running his hand through his matted hair.
Gandalf studied the worried face of the elf prince,
"If you're worried about Aragorn's safety, then you needn't be, he will be fine once he is treated."
Legolas' head snapped up, "Can we help him now? I have to help him somehow, I wasn't there for him or the others when they needed me most and now at least I can help him." His voice was still rough and sore from not talking for a while. The wizard looked dismayed,
"I'm afraid Aragorn will need experienced healing, the nearest from here would be the houses of healing, which lies in Gondor."
Legolas opened his mouth in objection, but then closed it again- he wanted what was best for Aragorn. Gandalf took the unconscious Aragorn into his arms and whistled a short high-pitched sound. Seconds later a white blur shot through the trees, "Shadowfax," Gandalf introduced to Legolas briefly.
Gandalf spent a few seconds praising Shadowfax when a new figure cantered through the cover of the trees, not so magnificent but it was nearly as swift. Legolas looked upon the two horses, one a dazzling white, strong and brave, the other one smaller in size, but what it lacking in size, it made up for speed and bravery, its pure bay coat shone dimly in the dull light.
"That is Arod, he will carry you Legolas," Gandalf spoke quietly. Legolas nodded and mounted the horse, slightly uncomfortable from the saddle; he was unused to riding with a human device, it also piled onto his soreness from the bad treatment with the orcs.
Gandalf rode with Aragorn in front of him, he held him securely and Shadowfax rode so smoothly it was hardly noticeable, Arod was behind, even the speedy horse could not match that of Shadowfax.
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As the wind died down and morning was nearing, Legolas studied the forms in front of him, Gandalf was a mystery and he was puzzled on how he had survived the fall with the Balrog, as his mind entered that thought he couldn't help but sigh, it was a tearful day which would be planted in his mind for the rest of his life in middle-earth. Aragorn was slouched in front of Gandalf, his head falling limply on his chest, he had not awoken yet and again Legolas feared for his friend's life.
It was only at that point did Legolas think back to the fellowship, how could he forget! At that moment, as if on cue, Gandalf slowed his horse and dismounted, he reached for Aragorn and lay the man down, he was coughing. Legolas copied Gandalf's actions and rushed over to kneel by his friend's side.
The ranger coughed for a bit and then slowly opened his eyes, at first a blur of colours blinded him, but as a few seconds swept by, two figures came into view.
"Legolas! You're ok, thank the Valar," he gasped trying in vain to sit up, after Legolas smiled and spoke a few reassuring words. Aragorn smiled, and for the first time in a few weeks let himself relax for a moment, he let his eyes wander but they stopped dead in their tracks when he spied an old but strong man clad in white,
"G-G-Gandalf," Aragorn stuttered in disbelief, "how is this possible, I saw you fall in Moria."
Gandalf smiled, but it was clearly pained as he remembered the battle between himself and the Balrog. Legolas made a mental note of Gandalf's reaction and slowly went away, leaving the human and the wizard to further their knowledge of the past events, it somewhat struck Legolas as guilt for not being with the fellowship when they were caught, and now, as Aragorn was telling a detailed account of the beasts Legolas had only encountered once, the elf lowered his head in self defeat, how were the others ever going to forgive him for abandoning them, that is if he ever saw them again. How selfish could he be?
The thought grew on Legolas' mind and he finally acted on it, quietly grabbing a bag half full of provisions (for there was only two and Aragorn needed the better half) and moved over to Arod.
Noticing a small twig, he quickly wrote a message in elvish, it said:
Dear Gandalf, I have to go, not only to redeem myself, but also to help the others who are in deadly peril. I ask you to stay with Aragorn and keep him safe and well, he has been through a lot, and I will send Arod back when I have reached a fair distance away.
Legolas
(Don't know if it turned out, but the letter was written in Qyenya and it said:
Dear Gandalf, I have to go, not only to redeem myself, but also to help the others who are in deadly peril. I ask you to stay with Aragorn and keep him safe and well, he has been through a lot. I will send Arod back when I have reached a fair distance away.
Legolas)
And with that Legolas took a moment to admire his work, then mounted and quietly rode off into the wood, Gandalf and Aragorn were delved too far into their conversation to notice the elf's absence.
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Well as usual I would ask you to read and review.quickly!!! So I can get round to writing some more of this fab story!
A/N- Thank you for all your support in reviewing and e-mailing! And please, if you read this story and review because it gives me confidence and ideas to write the next chapter, yet again I am sorry for not writing sooner, it's just there doesn't seem to be much time on my hands at the moment.
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'Roll, move, hit. Roll, move, hit!' Boromir thought to himself, his lessons as a child flooding back to his memory as a natural instinct. Obeying his head, Boromir rolled into a crouch, leapt up and punched the Dylag back.
The creature stumbled back clumsily, but the very next second, the man of Gondor cried out as he was slammed into a sharp rock- the evil Dylag upon him. Loosing hope and strength, drained Boromir's courage and he thrashed weakly against the tight grip.
The Dylag drew his gloved fist back for the final blow, Boromir closed his eyes. But the blow never came, slowly the man forced his reluctant eyes open, dreading a new trap, but as his eyes focused he saw Pippin standing above him, the dagger from the Dylag's back in his bound hands- the Dylag was nowhere to be seen.
Blinking in surprise, Boromir hauled himself up. The hobbit was shaking with fear but smiled slightly, Boromir returned the smile and cut the smallest hobbit's bonds. The two looked around, 2 were left, Frodo and Sam had succeeded in slaying one of them and now it was Gimli's turn to strike one down. The dwarf used his anger to knock a Dylag down. The next moment, the dwarf held the dagger from the temporarily stunned Dylag's belt and finished him off cleanly. The last Dylag, stood between the dwarf and Frodo and Sam, it screeched so loud, that Pippin held his ears with his hands. With a sense of pride and bravery the fellowship had not felt in a while, they worked together to quickly put an end to the remaining Dylag.
The fellowship stood for a long time, silently and stiffly, then all at once they collapsed to the ground laughing and sighing in relief. That is all except Pippin, joyful as he was, his mind automatically clicked back to Merry, who was laying face down in the dust, he scurried over, pulling the hobbit over and moving the bits of mud and dust out of his hair and face, he shook him gently hoping to wake his cousin but to no avail.
"Merry," Pippin's hand shook as tears threatened to spill over the rim of his eyes. Still no movement, "MERRY!" Pippin screamed, desperately, the others suddenly turned round. Boromir's eyes drank in the scene before him; Merry was still and looked as cold as ice and Pippin was crouching next to him shaking violently and calling out his name, a soft gasp of despair left the man's lips, Frodo and Sam had already ran over, comforting Pippin and trying to wake the still hobbit up. Pippin had given up trying to hold his tears back, weeping freely into Frodo's cloak.
"Gimli! Take the hobbits over there, I must see to Merry," Boromir called to the silent dwarf, Gimli nodded and softly told Sam and Frodo to move away so Boromir could help, then he gently scooped up Pippin and lead the three a fair distance away. Boromir grabbed the healing bag Aragorn had left and slowly strode up to the small figure; he took in a deep breath at the hobbit's small innocent pale face.
"Merry, I'm so sorry, its all my fault, if I hadn't let Aragorn go then you may have still been alive," Boromir choked as he leant in to check if Merry's pulse had stopped as he had expected. He rested his hand on Merry's breast for quite some time, nothing happened, Boromir shook his head, out of all the things happening in middle-earth, this was the one thing he didn't want to happen.
But as he was just about to recoil his hand, he felt a faint beat. The man's eyes grew wide,
"He lives," stuttered Boromir, rummaging through the pack and pulling out the plant, which Aragorn had earlier named kingsfoil, if only he could remember how to use it like Aragorn! Slowly, Boromir cut the stem of the plant and squeezed it until some drops fell into the wound of Merry's. The hobbit, jolted for a second, Boromir sucked in a deep breath, was that meant to happen? His mind raced quickly, if he could save Merry how could he do it.then a small thought came into his head, he had to do it quickly for they were near the walls of Isengard and most likely orcs would be drawn near to the noise.
"Sam!" he cried
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The first thought that entered Legolas' mind was to run, run far away from this place as he could, but then he spied Gandalf waiting patiently for him; on the floor besides him lay a man.
"Aragorn," Legolas breathed, the elf limped forward, running his hand through his matted hair.
Gandalf studied the worried face of the elf prince,
"If you're worried about Aragorn's safety, then you needn't be, he will be fine once he is treated."
Legolas' head snapped up, "Can we help him now? I have to help him somehow, I wasn't there for him or the others when they needed me most and now at least I can help him." His voice was still rough and sore from not talking for a while. The wizard looked dismayed,
"I'm afraid Aragorn will need experienced healing, the nearest from here would be the houses of healing, which lies in Gondor."
Legolas opened his mouth in objection, but then closed it again- he wanted what was best for Aragorn. Gandalf took the unconscious Aragorn into his arms and whistled a short high-pitched sound. Seconds later a white blur shot through the trees, "Shadowfax," Gandalf introduced to Legolas briefly.
Gandalf spent a few seconds praising Shadowfax when a new figure cantered through the cover of the trees, not so magnificent but it was nearly as swift. Legolas looked upon the two horses, one a dazzling white, strong and brave, the other one smaller in size, but what it lacking in size, it made up for speed and bravery, its pure bay coat shone dimly in the dull light.
"That is Arod, he will carry you Legolas," Gandalf spoke quietly. Legolas nodded and mounted the horse, slightly uncomfortable from the saddle; he was unused to riding with a human device, it also piled onto his soreness from the bad treatment with the orcs.
Gandalf rode with Aragorn in front of him, he held him securely and Shadowfax rode so smoothly it was hardly noticeable, Arod was behind, even the speedy horse could not match that of Shadowfax.
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As the wind died down and morning was nearing, Legolas studied the forms in front of him, Gandalf was a mystery and he was puzzled on how he had survived the fall with the Balrog, as his mind entered that thought he couldn't help but sigh, it was a tearful day which would be planted in his mind for the rest of his life in middle-earth. Aragorn was slouched in front of Gandalf, his head falling limply on his chest, he had not awoken yet and again Legolas feared for his friend's life.
It was only at that point did Legolas think back to the fellowship, how could he forget! At that moment, as if on cue, Gandalf slowed his horse and dismounted, he reached for Aragorn and lay the man down, he was coughing. Legolas copied Gandalf's actions and rushed over to kneel by his friend's side.
The ranger coughed for a bit and then slowly opened his eyes, at first a blur of colours blinded him, but as a few seconds swept by, two figures came into view.
"Legolas! You're ok, thank the Valar," he gasped trying in vain to sit up, after Legolas smiled and spoke a few reassuring words. Aragorn smiled, and for the first time in a few weeks let himself relax for a moment, he let his eyes wander but they stopped dead in their tracks when he spied an old but strong man clad in white,
"G-G-Gandalf," Aragorn stuttered in disbelief, "how is this possible, I saw you fall in Moria."
Gandalf smiled, but it was clearly pained as he remembered the battle between himself and the Balrog. Legolas made a mental note of Gandalf's reaction and slowly went away, leaving the human and the wizard to further their knowledge of the past events, it somewhat struck Legolas as guilt for not being with the fellowship when they were caught, and now, as Aragorn was telling a detailed account of the beasts Legolas had only encountered once, the elf lowered his head in self defeat, how were the others ever going to forgive him for abandoning them, that is if he ever saw them again. How selfish could he be?
The thought grew on Legolas' mind and he finally acted on it, quietly grabbing a bag half full of provisions (for there was only two and Aragorn needed the better half) and moved over to Arod.
Noticing a small twig, he quickly wrote a message in elvish, it said:
Dear Gandalf, I have to go, not only to redeem myself, but also to help the others who are in deadly peril. I ask you to stay with Aragorn and keep him safe and well, he has been through a lot, and I will send Arod back when I have reached a fair distance away.
Legolas
(Don't know if it turned out, but the letter was written in Qyenya and it said:
Dear Gandalf, I have to go, not only to redeem myself, but also to help the others who are in deadly peril. I ask you to stay with Aragorn and keep him safe and well, he has been through a lot. I will send Arod back when I have reached a fair distance away.
Legolas)
And with that Legolas took a moment to admire his work, then mounted and quietly rode off into the wood, Gandalf and Aragorn were delved too far into their conversation to notice the elf's absence.
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Well as usual I would ask you to read and review.quickly!!! So I can get round to writing some more of this fab story!