Tearing in Two
A/N- I'm determined to write this as quick as possible in hope of keeping you readers out there happy, I'd just like to say thank you to Halo Gatomon (is that the right spelling?) for your support, and I'd like to say I'm a big fan of some of your fics- the call of vengeance is my favourite and the one before that ( oh! And the stories by Nimwen, Rhysenn, Ice Angel and Gatomon rule!
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As soon as Legolas was quite a distance away from Gandalf and Aragorn, he spurred Arod on. The horse showed amazing speed and agility, for moving through a wood was not an easy task for even the swiftest of horses. It wasn't a long time before the horse and elf passed the old orc camp, the smell of burnt flesh and orcs made Legolas physically sick, he pushed the horse on and they came across a narrow road which was cleared.
"Unusual," Legolas muttered, slowing to a trot. A few minutes went by an nothing happened, he began to feel slightly uneasy, the path wound round a sharp corner, Legolas took a deep breath- he was so jumpy lately, it must have been a side-effect from the foul hospitality of those dratted orcs.
Making a mutual decision with the horse, they sped up to the maximum, skidding round the corner and down the long path, Legolas hadn't rode that fast in a long time, but it felt good to fell the wind blowing through his hair, ridding it of mud and leaves and the feel of the filthy orc camp.
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Shadowfax watched the elf go on Arod, he knew it was something the elf had to prove but at what cost. So slowly he padded over to Gandalf and nickered him on the ear softly. The wizard looked up and found no Legolas or Arod, he leapt with an angered cry,
"Where did that fool of an elf get to!" he growled, lighting his staff he easily found the note carved into the mud. Scanning what it said, his face softened slightly, his attention was diverted when Aragorn called out to him,
"Gandalf, what is the matter?"
"Legolas has decided to prove his worth I am afraid," Gandalf replied, Aragorn stood up unsteadily,
"How? Where has he gone?" but inside, Aragorn knew where Legolas had gone, after a pause he whispered, "to rescue the others?"
Gandalf nodded while staring out into the dark surroundings,
"He has."
"Well then we should go now and find him," Aragorn suggested.
"No, if this is the road Legolas wants to take, we can do nothing to stop him, he will send Arod back, when he does we will make for Gondor, for you are still weak, then we can discuss what to do with this situation."
Aragorn punched a tree in frustration, he suddenly felt guilty about leaving the others, remembering back it sounded like a good idea at the time, but maybe he should've sent Boromir instead, or Gimli, Frodo even, he should've stayed to help the others, Merry was sick! He started at remembering. He told Gandalf of Merry's condition and how he could already be dead by now, the wizard was alarmed but stayed calm,
"We will keep the route we were taking, to Gondor, hopefully and if I know Legolas correctly, he will find them and bring them back."
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Sam stumbled towards Boromir; he kept his head down to hide his silent tears. The man however seemed overjoyed but cautious.
"Boromir sir, why call for me, I am no good at this kind of thing, perhaps you can ask Gimli," Sam started, looking away from his friend's body.
"I need YOU Sam, Merry is not dead," Boromir smiled, as the hobbit's head snapped up his glistening eyes dancing with joy, he opened his mouth to shout to the others, when Boromir placed a strong hand over it. The man shook his head.
"Don't shout, for we are not out of the woods yet, Merry is still very sick and I don't want the others to get their hopes up and then find that it was all in vain, I asked for you because you know about the kingsfoil plant."
Sam's face lit up in realisation, "Aye, I know it well. But do we have any?"
"Yes, when Aragorn left as planned, he said for us to use the herbs in his small bag for Merry's wounds, he has left kingsfoil, can you use it Sam?" Boromir said quickly and in a whisper.
Sam nodded and straight away went to work. He murmured as he went, reciting old techniques and ways to use the herb, "water makes it more powerful, do we have any water?" Boromir nodded and handed him the little they had left, Sam continued to work and talk,
"Tell me, why did Aragorn leave us? Frodo was very hurt by it- I could see it in his eyes, it was like," Sam paused for a moment, "it was like he took a blow, he trusted Strider and he left him when Frodo needed him most. I know not why Aragorn left, but I hope he has a darn good explanation for his escape!" Sam shook his head sadly, "for Frodo's sake"
Boromir looked shocked, the halflings thought he was abandoning them?!
"Sam, you must understand that it was not Aragorn's choice, it was mine. When Aragorn was let loose to heal Merry, I was able to talk to him and persuade him to escape, to get help! I knew that you hobbits couldn't do it, and Gimli wouldn't be able to go the distance, and there had to be someone to protect the others, so Aragorn was the best choice," Boromir stuttered in embarrassment and guilt.
"You don't need to explain to me about it, you need to tell Frodo," Sam pointed out softly, returning to his work.
Boromir sucked in a heavy breath and watched how Sam worked, he chewed up the kingsfoil and mixed it in the water in the bottle, then he poured half down Merry's throat and smeared the other half onto the hobbits wound. Merry's eyes flickered for a moment then stopped, Sam smiled triumphantly,
"It is done, he will be well, as well as can be for someone in his state, for a day or two, but he will need more treatment if we hope to keep him," Sam whispered in relief. Boromir laughed, it was quite shocking to hear it from him; rarely did he ever laugh so much. Gimli rushed over followed by the two hobbits, Pippin still sobbing.
"What is it Boromir!?" Gimli asked, bewildered. "Sam has done it! He has saved young Merry from death!" Boromir answered clapping Sam gently on the back. Pippin raised his head and looked at Merry, sure enough his cousin was breathing soundly as if sleeping. Pippin pushed through the dwarf and landed on his knees by Merry's side.
"M-M-Merry?"..
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"Here is where we will part Arod," Legolas said softy, patting the horse affectionately on his neck and ruffling his mane a little. Arod mumbled in reluctance but Legolas turned,
"Arod, make your way back to Gandalf and Aragorn, they will need you far more than I" With that Legolas sprang off out of the wood, Arod turned to go and rode hard back from where he first came.
Luckily for Legolas, the night was clear and still, no signs of orcs or evil beings alerted the elf's senses nor did the burden of sleep fall heavily on his shoulders. He padded with all his elven ability across the swamp that he came to, being ever so careful to not slip or fall.
"How the hobbits must have suffered in this bog," Legolas thought to himself, mentally pushing himself further, his advanced eyes found the fortress of Saruman from his far away point in the bog,
"Half a day at least, at full speed," Legolas muttered stepping lightly over a shallow pool of mud and water
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Merry felt as if he were floating, like a strong pair of hands were lifting him up, but he could not see them, it seemed worrying to him that he should feel so light, so painless. After all that he could remember he shouldn't feel like this at all. Forcing himself to fight off the welcoming feel of unconsciousness. At first, as he opened his eyes the light blinded him, then the excruciating pain hit him and he outwardly groaned. Almost immediately he felt a pair of hands grab at him and he instinctively struggled out their grip, thinking it was a Dylag.
Pippin felt tears well up in his eyes as Merry moved desperately away from him, breathing heavily and clearly looking like he was in serious pain. His cousin's eyes were open but glazed and misty, his face was red from what looked like a fever and he trembled as if he were frozen in ice. Sam and Frodo leapt forward, pushed past Pippin and began whispering soothing words to calm the sick hobbit, Merry finally calmed falling back into a deep sleep, leaving Pippin to ponder on what just had taken place,
"He was scared.of me?"
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So people, what do you think? Too short? Not enough detail? Or was it just plain good? I need to know so I can improve Read and review quick!
A/N- I'm determined to write this as quick as possible in hope of keeping you readers out there happy, I'd just like to say thank you to Halo Gatomon (is that the right spelling?) for your support, and I'd like to say I'm a big fan of some of your fics- the call of vengeance is my favourite and the one before that ( oh! And the stories by Nimwen, Rhysenn, Ice Angel and Gatomon rule!
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As soon as Legolas was quite a distance away from Gandalf and Aragorn, he spurred Arod on. The horse showed amazing speed and agility, for moving through a wood was not an easy task for even the swiftest of horses. It wasn't a long time before the horse and elf passed the old orc camp, the smell of burnt flesh and orcs made Legolas physically sick, he pushed the horse on and they came across a narrow road which was cleared.
"Unusual," Legolas muttered, slowing to a trot. A few minutes went by an nothing happened, he began to feel slightly uneasy, the path wound round a sharp corner, Legolas took a deep breath- he was so jumpy lately, it must have been a side-effect from the foul hospitality of those dratted orcs.
Making a mutual decision with the horse, they sped up to the maximum, skidding round the corner and down the long path, Legolas hadn't rode that fast in a long time, but it felt good to fell the wind blowing through his hair, ridding it of mud and leaves and the feel of the filthy orc camp.
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Shadowfax watched the elf go on Arod, he knew it was something the elf had to prove but at what cost. So slowly he padded over to Gandalf and nickered him on the ear softly. The wizard looked up and found no Legolas or Arod, he leapt with an angered cry,
"Where did that fool of an elf get to!" he growled, lighting his staff he easily found the note carved into the mud. Scanning what it said, his face softened slightly, his attention was diverted when Aragorn called out to him,
"Gandalf, what is the matter?"
"Legolas has decided to prove his worth I am afraid," Gandalf replied, Aragorn stood up unsteadily,
"How? Where has he gone?" but inside, Aragorn knew where Legolas had gone, after a pause he whispered, "to rescue the others?"
Gandalf nodded while staring out into the dark surroundings,
"He has."
"Well then we should go now and find him," Aragorn suggested.
"No, if this is the road Legolas wants to take, we can do nothing to stop him, he will send Arod back, when he does we will make for Gondor, for you are still weak, then we can discuss what to do with this situation."
Aragorn punched a tree in frustration, he suddenly felt guilty about leaving the others, remembering back it sounded like a good idea at the time, but maybe he should've sent Boromir instead, or Gimli, Frodo even, he should've stayed to help the others, Merry was sick! He started at remembering. He told Gandalf of Merry's condition and how he could already be dead by now, the wizard was alarmed but stayed calm,
"We will keep the route we were taking, to Gondor, hopefully and if I know Legolas correctly, he will find them and bring them back."
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Sam stumbled towards Boromir; he kept his head down to hide his silent tears. The man however seemed overjoyed but cautious.
"Boromir sir, why call for me, I am no good at this kind of thing, perhaps you can ask Gimli," Sam started, looking away from his friend's body.
"I need YOU Sam, Merry is not dead," Boromir smiled, as the hobbit's head snapped up his glistening eyes dancing with joy, he opened his mouth to shout to the others, when Boromir placed a strong hand over it. The man shook his head.
"Don't shout, for we are not out of the woods yet, Merry is still very sick and I don't want the others to get their hopes up and then find that it was all in vain, I asked for you because you know about the kingsfoil plant."
Sam's face lit up in realisation, "Aye, I know it well. But do we have any?"
"Yes, when Aragorn left as planned, he said for us to use the herbs in his small bag for Merry's wounds, he has left kingsfoil, can you use it Sam?" Boromir said quickly and in a whisper.
Sam nodded and straight away went to work. He murmured as he went, reciting old techniques and ways to use the herb, "water makes it more powerful, do we have any water?" Boromir nodded and handed him the little they had left, Sam continued to work and talk,
"Tell me, why did Aragorn leave us? Frodo was very hurt by it- I could see it in his eyes, it was like," Sam paused for a moment, "it was like he took a blow, he trusted Strider and he left him when Frodo needed him most. I know not why Aragorn left, but I hope he has a darn good explanation for his escape!" Sam shook his head sadly, "for Frodo's sake"
Boromir looked shocked, the halflings thought he was abandoning them?!
"Sam, you must understand that it was not Aragorn's choice, it was mine. When Aragorn was let loose to heal Merry, I was able to talk to him and persuade him to escape, to get help! I knew that you hobbits couldn't do it, and Gimli wouldn't be able to go the distance, and there had to be someone to protect the others, so Aragorn was the best choice," Boromir stuttered in embarrassment and guilt.
"You don't need to explain to me about it, you need to tell Frodo," Sam pointed out softly, returning to his work.
Boromir sucked in a heavy breath and watched how Sam worked, he chewed up the kingsfoil and mixed it in the water in the bottle, then he poured half down Merry's throat and smeared the other half onto the hobbits wound. Merry's eyes flickered for a moment then stopped, Sam smiled triumphantly,
"It is done, he will be well, as well as can be for someone in his state, for a day or two, but he will need more treatment if we hope to keep him," Sam whispered in relief. Boromir laughed, it was quite shocking to hear it from him; rarely did he ever laugh so much. Gimli rushed over followed by the two hobbits, Pippin still sobbing.
"What is it Boromir!?" Gimli asked, bewildered. "Sam has done it! He has saved young Merry from death!" Boromir answered clapping Sam gently on the back. Pippin raised his head and looked at Merry, sure enough his cousin was breathing soundly as if sleeping. Pippin pushed through the dwarf and landed on his knees by Merry's side.
"M-M-Merry?"..
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"Here is where we will part Arod," Legolas said softy, patting the horse affectionately on his neck and ruffling his mane a little. Arod mumbled in reluctance but Legolas turned,
"Arod, make your way back to Gandalf and Aragorn, they will need you far more than I" With that Legolas sprang off out of the wood, Arod turned to go and rode hard back from where he first came.
Luckily for Legolas, the night was clear and still, no signs of orcs or evil beings alerted the elf's senses nor did the burden of sleep fall heavily on his shoulders. He padded with all his elven ability across the swamp that he came to, being ever so careful to not slip or fall.
"How the hobbits must have suffered in this bog," Legolas thought to himself, mentally pushing himself further, his advanced eyes found the fortress of Saruman from his far away point in the bog,
"Half a day at least, at full speed," Legolas muttered stepping lightly over a shallow pool of mud and water
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Merry felt as if he were floating, like a strong pair of hands were lifting him up, but he could not see them, it seemed worrying to him that he should feel so light, so painless. After all that he could remember he shouldn't feel like this at all. Forcing himself to fight off the welcoming feel of unconsciousness. At first, as he opened his eyes the light blinded him, then the excruciating pain hit him and he outwardly groaned. Almost immediately he felt a pair of hands grab at him and he instinctively struggled out their grip, thinking it was a Dylag.
Pippin felt tears well up in his eyes as Merry moved desperately away from him, breathing heavily and clearly looking like he was in serious pain. His cousin's eyes were open but glazed and misty, his face was red from what looked like a fever and he trembled as if he were frozen in ice. Sam and Frodo leapt forward, pushed past Pippin and began whispering soothing words to calm the sick hobbit, Merry finally calmed falling back into a deep sleep, leaving Pippin to ponder on what just had taken place,
"He was scared.of me?"
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So people, what do you think? Too short? Not enough detail? Or was it just plain good? I need to know so I can improve Read and review quick!