Happy New Year Ya'll!!!!! *Throws streamers and frenches random people*
Yeah anywho, Um. I don't really think the last chapter went all that well,
but I hope to redeem myself! Here's the next friggin chappy!
Disclaimer: *cough* I own my cold, my character's the Duklemyer's and Aron Fulkermer, even if he's based off of an ex-boyfriend. *sneeze* Oh and I own this hunk of snot I just blew out my nose! COOL!
Chapter 9: Medea's Chapter. (Medea was the first to review me with the answer, which was his nose. This one's for you!)
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Darla turned over onto her back. It was night, about 3, she suspected. They had been riding for 3 days now, and Gandalf had told them that they should reach the Harbor before nightfall tomorrow. That wasn't why Darla couldn't sleep though. She didn't know exactly. All she knew is that sleep wasn't coming and that she might as well just get up and try to clear her mind.
She quietly got up and crept to the fire, which was still burning brightly. It must have been some sort of magic by Gandalf, or plenty of wood, she didn't know which. As she sat down she heard one of her fellows stir behind her. She turned to see Merry rolling over and twitching his hand strangely. She smiled; at least someone could get some sleep.
It was strange. The entire trip Merry had seemed different. He still talked to her, and made her smile, but it seemed like his smile was almost forced. He seemed to be dealing with some great pain, but she didn't know what. Didn't he know that he could trust her? He had been with her when her parents died! She trusted him more than anyone she'd ever met. Could he not return even a fraction of her trust?
A commotion came from the wagon. Frodo was coming out of it and heading towards her! She felt her heart flutter. He looked troubled but managed a smile as he sat opposite of her.
"We seem to always meet at night," he said quietly smiling.
"Yes, it's odd, isn't it?" she answered looking into his eyes and loosing all feeling in her limbs. He just nodded and looked into the flames. Darla's gaze dropped into the fire also, and they sat in silence for a while.
"I love to look into flames and watch them dance," remarked Darla breaking the silence. Frodo looked up strangely.
"I used to, but now it seems everything is different," he slowly answered.
"But it can change, can't they?" asked Darla hopefully.
"I don't think, so Darla," he paused, "Will you come walk with me?" Darla nodded and they both got up and walked into the night.
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Merry had been awake for a while now. He had heard Darla get up and he had heard Frodo come over. He had also heard them leave. There was no chance he would get anymore sleep tonight. He couldn't imagine what was in Frodo's mind asking Darla to walk with him. Did he not realize that something like that would lead her on? Of course he didn't know that she loved him also, did he? He couldn't have found out, Merry had only told Sam. Pippin didn't even know, he could only know if Darla had told him, which he doubted she would do. But this was crazy; he couldn't stop thinking about them. He had to try and follow and see what was going on.
He was up and walking in the direction they had traveled in a moment. He stayed close to the woods so that he could run in and hide if they were to come the opposite direction. He didn't have to go far till he heard voices.
"Darla, I must explain something to you, that you may not like," Frodo began.
"Do not judge so quickly," she chided, "But I will listen."
"I know of your feelings for me."
Darla gasped, "But how? I don't understand."
"Please, don't interrupt. I must tell you that I can never return your feelings." Merry felt his heart stop. He knew Darla was not going to take that lightly. "I also feel I should tell you that I will not be returning to the Shire. I am going to ride into the undying lands with my uncle. I cannot go on living in this place with the pain that I feel." There was no sound. Merry felt as if the world had stopped moving.
"I-I-I should get back to the camp." She stammered, " I'm becoming weary, goodnight Frodo," she replied monotonously. Merry quickly jumped into the foliage, as she brushed past. He saw the tears raining down her face. Frodo followed soon after walking with a slow sad gate. Merry stayed in the brush and waited till everyone would assuredly be in bed again and began walking back to the camp.
He couldn't believe it. Frodo was leaving! He had known him since before his parents drowned. It was like loosing a brother. They had both been through so much together. How could he leave? Merry thought for a moment. The Ring, had taken a part of Frodo's soul. It should have been expected. He had always been so pained and sad; he didn't want him to suffer anymore. No one deserved that.
Merry quietly got back into his bedroll and lay down to try to sleep. As he drifted off he could hear the sounds of silent weeping from Darla's bed. There was nothing he could do, but he would do his best to make her love again. Even if she didn't love him.
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Darla had cried her self to sleep that night. She awoke the next morning dark circles under her heavy-laden eyes. She felt like she had only gotten about an hour's worth of peaceful sleep. The rest was filled with visions of loneliness, being a raving old maid and never falling in love ever again.
They were off as usual that day. Darla rode in the back for the first part with Pippin who did not notice her torment. They had not been riding long when Merry came back asking Pippin to take his place. Pippin went up to the front and Merry looked at Darla.
"Are you okay?" he asked. She looked at him her eyes filled with hurt, not a word needed to be said. Her eyes spoke it all.
"You know that no matter what has happened, I'm here for you," Merry assured. She just nodded and turned her head. The world became silent as Darla spoke these next words.
"Why does everyone I love leave me?" she asked tears falling down her face. Merry just looked at her. She knew he had no answer. No one could answer her question.
"Two very wise women once told me something, Darla," Merry said looking off into the distance. "It is only by death that there can be true life. These two women were our mothers who are both gone. I also know that Frodo is leaving us for the Gray Havens, and I am just as torn, but he is going to where there is no hurt. Just like your mother, this is the only place he can truly be happy. The people you love do not leave you, they just have to go on their journey, just like you are going on yours."
"But, I feel as if I can never love again! My heart had belonged to Frodo, and now he's leaving. How can I ever become the same?"
"Just because those you love are gone, does not mean that those who love you are also gone," Merry answered. Darla looked up at him, her eyes shining. Even through her tears she felt the strange urge to smile.
"Merry, how can such a young hobbit have so much knowledge?" she asked smiling slightly.
"I really don't know, but I do know that you will be just fine. You will move on, and you will find that hobbit that loves you, with all his soul!" Merry smiled down at her. Darla had the strange urge to hug her friend. If it weren't for the ponies she probably would have, but she just smiled and reached into her saddlebag and pulled out his hat.
"Merry, if it weren't for you I would be lost," she sighed placing his hat on her head.
"And I you," he answered patting her head and riding back to the front.
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They reached the Harbor before midday. Frodo knew that now was the time for him to depart his friends. Gandalf called for him and he turned to them in parting. They were all shocked. He turned to Merry first.
"You treat Darla like a Princess," he whispered in his ear as they hugged.
"I will, Frodo," Merry answered his eyes misting over.
He then turned to Darla who smiled without a tear on her face.
"Frodo, I hope that you find peace in the undying lands." She smiled.
"And I hope you find love in the world as you wander," he answered hugging her. Frodo departed from his other friends, and walked onto the ship. As it sailed out into the water, he looked back to see his friends sinking into the distance. He smiled. The first true smile that he had felt with his whole soul. They'll be just fine, he thought, and turned to the sea.
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Frodo's gone!!!!! *sobs hysterically* Okay, ya'll! I hope this was good. It took me about an hour to write, so enjoy!-DB:D
Disclaimer: *cough* I own my cold, my character's the Duklemyer's and Aron Fulkermer, even if he's based off of an ex-boyfriend. *sneeze* Oh and I own this hunk of snot I just blew out my nose! COOL!
Chapter 9: Medea's Chapter. (Medea was the first to review me with the answer, which was his nose. This one's for you!)
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Darla turned over onto her back. It was night, about 3, she suspected. They had been riding for 3 days now, and Gandalf had told them that they should reach the Harbor before nightfall tomorrow. That wasn't why Darla couldn't sleep though. She didn't know exactly. All she knew is that sleep wasn't coming and that she might as well just get up and try to clear her mind.
She quietly got up and crept to the fire, which was still burning brightly. It must have been some sort of magic by Gandalf, or plenty of wood, she didn't know which. As she sat down she heard one of her fellows stir behind her. She turned to see Merry rolling over and twitching his hand strangely. She smiled; at least someone could get some sleep.
It was strange. The entire trip Merry had seemed different. He still talked to her, and made her smile, but it seemed like his smile was almost forced. He seemed to be dealing with some great pain, but she didn't know what. Didn't he know that he could trust her? He had been with her when her parents died! She trusted him more than anyone she'd ever met. Could he not return even a fraction of her trust?
A commotion came from the wagon. Frodo was coming out of it and heading towards her! She felt her heart flutter. He looked troubled but managed a smile as he sat opposite of her.
"We seem to always meet at night," he said quietly smiling.
"Yes, it's odd, isn't it?" she answered looking into his eyes and loosing all feeling in her limbs. He just nodded and looked into the flames. Darla's gaze dropped into the fire also, and they sat in silence for a while.
"I love to look into flames and watch them dance," remarked Darla breaking the silence. Frodo looked up strangely.
"I used to, but now it seems everything is different," he slowly answered.
"But it can change, can't they?" asked Darla hopefully.
"I don't think, so Darla," he paused, "Will you come walk with me?" Darla nodded and they both got up and walked into the night.
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Merry had been awake for a while now. He had heard Darla get up and he had heard Frodo come over. He had also heard them leave. There was no chance he would get anymore sleep tonight. He couldn't imagine what was in Frodo's mind asking Darla to walk with him. Did he not realize that something like that would lead her on? Of course he didn't know that she loved him also, did he? He couldn't have found out, Merry had only told Sam. Pippin didn't even know, he could only know if Darla had told him, which he doubted she would do. But this was crazy; he couldn't stop thinking about them. He had to try and follow and see what was going on.
He was up and walking in the direction they had traveled in a moment. He stayed close to the woods so that he could run in and hide if they were to come the opposite direction. He didn't have to go far till he heard voices.
"Darla, I must explain something to you, that you may not like," Frodo began.
"Do not judge so quickly," she chided, "But I will listen."
"I know of your feelings for me."
Darla gasped, "But how? I don't understand."
"Please, don't interrupt. I must tell you that I can never return your feelings." Merry felt his heart stop. He knew Darla was not going to take that lightly. "I also feel I should tell you that I will not be returning to the Shire. I am going to ride into the undying lands with my uncle. I cannot go on living in this place with the pain that I feel." There was no sound. Merry felt as if the world had stopped moving.
"I-I-I should get back to the camp." She stammered, " I'm becoming weary, goodnight Frodo," she replied monotonously. Merry quickly jumped into the foliage, as she brushed past. He saw the tears raining down her face. Frodo followed soon after walking with a slow sad gate. Merry stayed in the brush and waited till everyone would assuredly be in bed again and began walking back to the camp.
He couldn't believe it. Frodo was leaving! He had known him since before his parents drowned. It was like loosing a brother. They had both been through so much together. How could he leave? Merry thought for a moment. The Ring, had taken a part of Frodo's soul. It should have been expected. He had always been so pained and sad; he didn't want him to suffer anymore. No one deserved that.
Merry quietly got back into his bedroll and lay down to try to sleep. As he drifted off he could hear the sounds of silent weeping from Darla's bed. There was nothing he could do, but he would do his best to make her love again. Even if she didn't love him.
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Darla had cried her self to sleep that night. She awoke the next morning dark circles under her heavy-laden eyes. She felt like she had only gotten about an hour's worth of peaceful sleep. The rest was filled with visions of loneliness, being a raving old maid and never falling in love ever again.
They were off as usual that day. Darla rode in the back for the first part with Pippin who did not notice her torment. They had not been riding long when Merry came back asking Pippin to take his place. Pippin went up to the front and Merry looked at Darla.
"Are you okay?" he asked. She looked at him her eyes filled with hurt, not a word needed to be said. Her eyes spoke it all.
"You know that no matter what has happened, I'm here for you," Merry assured. She just nodded and turned her head. The world became silent as Darla spoke these next words.
"Why does everyone I love leave me?" she asked tears falling down her face. Merry just looked at her. She knew he had no answer. No one could answer her question.
"Two very wise women once told me something, Darla," Merry said looking off into the distance. "It is only by death that there can be true life. These two women were our mothers who are both gone. I also know that Frodo is leaving us for the Gray Havens, and I am just as torn, but he is going to where there is no hurt. Just like your mother, this is the only place he can truly be happy. The people you love do not leave you, they just have to go on their journey, just like you are going on yours."
"But, I feel as if I can never love again! My heart had belonged to Frodo, and now he's leaving. How can I ever become the same?"
"Just because those you love are gone, does not mean that those who love you are also gone," Merry answered. Darla looked up at him, her eyes shining. Even through her tears she felt the strange urge to smile.
"Merry, how can such a young hobbit have so much knowledge?" she asked smiling slightly.
"I really don't know, but I do know that you will be just fine. You will move on, and you will find that hobbit that loves you, with all his soul!" Merry smiled down at her. Darla had the strange urge to hug her friend. If it weren't for the ponies she probably would have, but she just smiled and reached into her saddlebag and pulled out his hat.
"Merry, if it weren't for you I would be lost," she sighed placing his hat on her head.
"And I you," he answered patting her head and riding back to the front.
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They reached the Harbor before midday. Frodo knew that now was the time for him to depart his friends. Gandalf called for him and he turned to them in parting. They were all shocked. He turned to Merry first.
"You treat Darla like a Princess," he whispered in his ear as they hugged.
"I will, Frodo," Merry answered his eyes misting over.
He then turned to Darla who smiled without a tear on her face.
"Frodo, I hope that you find peace in the undying lands." She smiled.
"And I hope you find love in the world as you wander," he answered hugging her. Frodo departed from his other friends, and walked onto the ship. As it sailed out into the water, he looked back to see his friends sinking into the distance. He smiled. The first true smile that he had felt with his whole soul. They'll be just fine, he thought, and turned to the sea.
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Frodo's gone!!!!! *sobs hysterically* Okay, ya'll! I hope this was good. It took me about an hour to write, so enjoy!-DB:D