-I do not own LOTR or any of the characters-
The fellowship watched in horror as the hobbits were buried in white snow, and taken who knows where.
Finally the snow stopped falling, and the fellowship was left speechless. Four hobbits had just been there, trying to persuade a stubborn hobbit to tell them something, and then they were gone.
Gandalf snapped into action. "Well, let's start looking for them!" Everyone nodded and started digging up loose snow in search of the hobbits.
~*~
Pippin slowly became aware of a dull throbbing in his head. It grew to a harsh point after a while, and, groaning, he slowly opened his eyes and sat up. Looking around him, he saw many unfamiliar things. He seemed to be on a wide ledge, covered in new powdered snow. Wait a minute, that wasn't right, he had just been with the fellowship! Awareness slowly dawned on him as he remembered what had just happened.
Pippin gasped, where was Frodo, Merry, and Sam?
Just then, a soft groan erupted from under a small pile of snow beside him, and Sam slowly emerged, covered in fluffy white snow. He looked around in high confusion.
"Where-" He gasped, also realizing what had just happened.
He looked at Pippin then around the ledge they were on, then back at Pippin.
"Pippin, where's Mr. Merry and Mr. Frodo?" He asked urgently.
Pippin's eyes widened and filled with tears. "Oh, I don' know Sam! We have to find them!" With that, both Sam and Pippin made to get up and look for them, when a pile of snow moved next to them. Pippin and Sam turned to the pile of snow to see Merry emerging from it, rubbing his throbbing head.
"Merry!" Pippin said excitedly, jumping up and hugging his cousin. "Your alright!"
"Yes, Pippin, I am. And are you?" Merry asked quietly.
Pippin nodded with a smile on his face.
Merry looked around in the swirling snow and noticed something was wrong. There was one hobbit missing.
"Sam, where is Frodo?" Merry asked hesitantly.
Sam's eyes brimmed with tears. "I don't have any idea, Mr. Merry! We've got to find him!" With that said, they searched the small shelf for Frodo.
"Sam! Pippin!" Merry cried franticly. "Over here! Quick!"
Sam and Pippin raced over to where Merry was standing next a large rock next to the edge, next to a small dark figure on the ground right next to it.
Merry turned the figure onto its back and found with horror that it was Frodo. Frodo's face was the color of a sheet, and for some reason the snow around his head was dark red.
Merry felt Frodo's dark curls and found, with a sharp pang of distress, that Frodo had a large gash on the side of his head, and blood was steadily gushing from it, matting his curls and running down the side of his face and onto his cloths and the ground.
When he found this gash, Merry recoiled slightly, bringing fingers to his eyes. His fingers were covered in dark red blood. Sam and Pippin saw this, and both gasped audibly.
"Come on, we have to do something." Merry said. And, gathering Frodo into his arms, he started back to the back of the shelf where they had first woken up.
But when he took the first step, Frodo's eyelids snapped open and he cried out in pain.
Merry nearly dropped him in shock. Frodo's face was twisted in pain, his morning-glory eyes staring at him in surprise.
"Shhhh, now Frodo. We're going to take care of you." Merry tried to assure, but was betrayed by the tears running down his and all of the hobbit's faces.
He walked softly to the cliff wall, trying not to jostle Frodo to much.
When he finally got there, he set Frodo down on his back gently and sat down on one side of him, with the other two hobbits on his other side.
"What hurts, Mr. Frodo?" Sam asked quietly.
"Nothing." Frodo replied stubbornly, grimacing in pain.
"Oh, stop being so stubborn, Frodo! Tell us what hurts!" Pippin cried in exasperation.
"I'm f-" Frodo and the other hobbits looked up as they heard a cry from above them.
They could just see, through the swirling snow, the figure of a man leaning over the side and crying out; "Frodo! Pippin! Sam! Merry!" repeatedly.
Frodo immediately recognized that voice. "We're down here, Legolas!" He yelled, fighting back the tears that threatened to fall.
"Are you ok?" he yelled.
"Uh, no." Merry yelled back uncertainly. Was he kidding!?
The shape disappeared, and came back after a moment.
"We're going to get you!" It yelled.
Relief beyond all measures came with those words, to the hobbits.
Assured that they would soon be rescued, Frodo let the blackness take him as he passed out.
-To be continued-
The fellowship watched in horror as the hobbits were buried in white snow, and taken who knows where.
Finally the snow stopped falling, and the fellowship was left speechless. Four hobbits had just been there, trying to persuade a stubborn hobbit to tell them something, and then they were gone.
Gandalf snapped into action. "Well, let's start looking for them!" Everyone nodded and started digging up loose snow in search of the hobbits.
~*~
Pippin slowly became aware of a dull throbbing in his head. It grew to a harsh point after a while, and, groaning, he slowly opened his eyes and sat up. Looking around him, he saw many unfamiliar things. He seemed to be on a wide ledge, covered in new powdered snow. Wait a minute, that wasn't right, he had just been with the fellowship! Awareness slowly dawned on him as he remembered what had just happened.
Pippin gasped, where was Frodo, Merry, and Sam?
Just then, a soft groan erupted from under a small pile of snow beside him, and Sam slowly emerged, covered in fluffy white snow. He looked around in high confusion.
"Where-" He gasped, also realizing what had just happened.
He looked at Pippin then around the ledge they were on, then back at Pippin.
"Pippin, where's Mr. Merry and Mr. Frodo?" He asked urgently.
Pippin's eyes widened and filled with tears. "Oh, I don' know Sam! We have to find them!" With that, both Sam and Pippin made to get up and look for them, when a pile of snow moved next to them. Pippin and Sam turned to the pile of snow to see Merry emerging from it, rubbing his throbbing head.
"Merry!" Pippin said excitedly, jumping up and hugging his cousin. "Your alright!"
"Yes, Pippin, I am. And are you?" Merry asked quietly.
Pippin nodded with a smile on his face.
Merry looked around in the swirling snow and noticed something was wrong. There was one hobbit missing.
"Sam, where is Frodo?" Merry asked hesitantly.
Sam's eyes brimmed with tears. "I don't have any idea, Mr. Merry! We've got to find him!" With that said, they searched the small shelf for Frodo.
"Sam! Pippin!" Merry cried franticly. "Over here! Quick!"
Sam and Pippin raced over to where Merry was standing next a large rock next to the edge, next to a small dark figure on the ground right next to it.
Merry turned the figure onto its back and found with horror that it was Frodo. Frodo's face was the color of a sheet, and for some reason the snow around his head was dark red.
Merry felt Frodo's dark curls and found, with a sharp pang of distress, that Frodo had a large gash on the side of his head, and blood was steadily gushing from it, matting his curls and running down the side of his face and onto his cloths and the ground.
When he found this gash, Merry recoiled slightly, bringing fingers to his eyes. His fingers were covered in dark red blood. Sam and Pippin saw this, and both gasped audibly.
"Come on, we have to do something." Merry said. And, gathering Frodo into his arms, he started back to the back of the shelf where they had first woken up.
But when he took the first step, Frodo's eyelids snapped open and he cried out in pain.
Merry nearly dropped him in shock. Frodo's face was twisted in pain, his morning-glory eyes staring at him in surprise.
"Shhhh, now Frodo. We're going to take care of you." Merry tried to assure, but was betrayed by the tears running down his and all of the hobbit's faces.
He walked softly to the cliff wall, trying not to jostle Frodo to much.
When he finally got there, he set Frodo down on his back gently and sat down on one side of him, with the other two hobbits on his other side.
"What hurts, Mr. Frodo?" Sam asked quietly.
"Nothing." Frodo replied stubbornly, grimacing in pain.
"Oh, stop being so stubborn, Frodo! Tell us what hurts!" Pippin cried in exasperation.
"I'm f-" Frodo and the other hobbits looked up as they heard a cry from above them.
They could just see, through the swirling snow, the figure of a man leaning over the side and crying out; "Frodo! Pippin! Sam! Merry!" repeatedly.
Frodo immediately recognized that voice. "We're down here, Legolas!" He yelled, fighting back the tears that threatened to fall.
"Are you ok?" he yelled.
"Uh, no." Merry yelled back uncertainly. Was he kidding!?
The shape disappeared, and came back after a moment.
"We're going to get you!" It yelled.
Relief beyond all measures came with those words, to the hobbits.
Assured that they would soon be rescued, Frodo let the blackness take him as he passed out.
-To be continued-
