Well. Well. Well. Just look what I've updated! I'm really sorry I didn't
get to update sooner - I put this on a disk whilst my computor hard drive
was sorted and then my dad lost the disk and it turned out he put it with
the old omega disks and they got put in the attic. . . But we got the
crimbo tree down today so I nabbed the disks at the same time =). Well - I
hope all you guys are still up for reviewing. =)
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The room was sparkly and shiny, like it was made out of crystal, all except a large table in the middle, which was a deep crimson, and made out of what looked like some sort of marble.
On top of it sat a small phial.
Merry didn't notice this right away, because he was staring at the walls. To any normal glance, they were beautiful. But if you looked closer, you could see faces squashed up against them.
He backed away from them and walked into the table, accidently knocking the phial. It skidded away from him and wobbled dangerously on the edge, then it fell and smashed on the floor.
A loud, high-pitched scream echoed around the chamber he was in, it travelled down corridors, swirling round corners until it reached Frodo and Legolas. They both jumped round and ran for the main passage.
Merry, however, stayed where he was. Watching in horror as a black smog began to appear in front of his eyes. Different faces would appear on the surface every few seconds, and it rose and grew until it was bigger than Merry.
In the very heart of the smog, a figure began to emerge. A beautiful woman, with an air of sadness around her. Merry didn't know what to say.
He stood awkwardly, watching this woman who stood staring back. "Um. . .H - Hello?" He stuttered finally. The woman blinked at him and he coughed nervously.
"Uh. . . You don't happen to know where the antidote to poisonous mushrooms are?" Asked Merry, thinking it was a long shot - but he had to try it.
"For Pippin?"
Merry blinked, and rubbed the back of his neck. How had she known? He nodded slowly, glancing around at the walls - the faces squashed against them were watching him intently.
"He doesn't need antidote."
"Of course he does!" Cried Merry, forgetting his previous shyness. "He's been poisoned! He needs the antidote before he. . Well. . Before he. ."
The woman shook her head, "Poisoned yes. By mushrooms, no. Powerful magic. He need to be stopped."
"Who?"
"Saruman." The woman gave Merry a long look before disappearing into nothing. Merry stood staring at the spot where she was before turning and running back towards the main passage.
"LEGOLAS!" He screamed, "FRODO!" He ran into the main passage just as Legolas and Frodo reached it.
"What's wrong Merry? Are you hurt? Did something happen?" Cried Legolas. Merry shook his head and proceeded to tell the others what had happened.
Legolas' face went pale and he quickly ushered the hobbits back down the main passage, pretty soon all three of them were running as fast as the could towards the entrance.
"Is this the way that Saruman is going to make the fellowship crack?" Panted Frodo, as they got further and further down the passage.
Legolas' face remained grim as he ran swiftly by the hobbits, slowing down slightly to keep to the same speed as them. "I'm afraid so."
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The room was sparkly and shiny, like it was made out of crystal, all except a large table in the middle, which was a deep crimson, and made out of what looked like some sort of marble.
On top of it sat a small phial.
Merry didn't notice this right away, because he was staring at the walls. To any normal glance, they were beautiful. But if you looked closer, you could see faces squashed up against them.
He backed away from them and walked into the table, accidently knocking the phial. It skidded away from him and wobbled dangerously on the edge, then it fell and smashed on the floor.
A loud, high-pitched scream echoed around the chamber he was in, it travelled down corridors, swirling round corners until it reached Frodo and Legolas. They both jumped round and ran for the main passage.
Merry, however, stayed where he was. Watching in horror as a black smog began to appear in front of his eyes. Different faces would appear on the surface every few seconds, and it rose and grew until it was bigger than Merry.
In the very heart of the smog, a figure began to emerge. A beautiful woman, with an air of sadness around her. Merry didn't know what to say.
He stood awkwardly, watching this woman who stood staring back. "Um. . .H - Hello?" He stuttered finally. The woman blinked at him and he coughed nervously.
"Uh. . . You don't happen to know where the antidote to poisonous mushrooms are?" Asked Merry, thinking it was a long shot - but he had to try it.
"For Pippin?"
Merry blinked, and rubbed the back of his neck. How had she known? He nodded slowly, glancing around at the walls - the faces squashed against them were watching him intently.
"He doesn't need antidote."
"Of course he does!" Cried Merry, forgetting his previous shyness. "He's been poisoned! He needs the antidote before he. . Well. . Before he. ."
The woman shook her head, "Poisoned yes. By mushrooms, no. Powerful magic. He need to be stopped."
"Who?"
"Saruman." The woman gave Merry a long look before disappearing into nothing. Merry stood staring at the spot where she was before turning and running back towards the main passage.
"LEGOLAS!" He screamed, "FRODO!" He ran into the main passage just as Legolas and Frodo reached it.
"What's wrong Merry? Are you hurt? Did something happen?" Cried Legolas. Merry shook his head and proceeded to tell the others what had happened.
Legolas' face went pale and he quickly ushered the hobbits back down the main passage, pretty soon all three of them were running as fast as the could towards the entrance.
"Is this the way that Saruman is going to make the fellowship crack?" Panted Frodo, as they got further and further down the passage.
Legolas' face remained grim as he ran swiftly by the hobbits, slowing down slightly to keep to the same speed as them. "I'm afraid so."