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"Frodo! Frodo! Wake up, Frodo!" Frodo was awakened by someone shaking his shoulder and calling out his name.

He opened bleary eyes and when they came into focus he saw Legolas bending over him, a look of high concern and worry on his face. He saw the hobbits sitting on the other side of him, watching Legolas' every movement.

"Frodo, can you hear me?" Legolas asked.

Frodo nodded, and gasped when that sent a small rush of pain throughout his head.

Legolas put his hand to his head, gently touching his wound. Frodo relaxed a bit as the pain subsided a little.

"Frodo, you have a sprained ankle and a big cut on the side of your head, does anything else hurt?" Legolas asked.

Frodo thought for a moment, trying to figure out an answer to the question. Quietly he shook his head no. He sat up, ignoring the slight dizziness that ailed him. He waited until that passed, and then spoke.

"No, I'm feeling better. How did you get here?"

Legolas smiled and pointed up. Frodo followed his line of pointing and found a rope, hand-made out of stripped and braided blankets. Frodo nodded approvingly, a small smile on his face.

"Well, we better go back up the others are waiting for us." Legolas said, grinning.

Frodo got up, holding onto the side of the wall for support. A large throbbing pain was growing in his left ankle, and pain shot up his leg when he leaned on it. He gasped in pain, and quickly leaned on his right foot, looking down at his left ankle. A large purple, blue, and black bruise was on it, obviously the source of his pain. But his actions were paused when he heard a familiar sound.

He heard it, along with Legolas. A soft pitter, patter, pitter, patter.

The noise was coming from the cliff wall, a few feet beside him. He looked to the side and saw the creature that could only make things worse. Gollum.

Legolas had his bow drawn and his arrow ready in a split second, standing next to Frodo. He had his bow pointed at Gollum, the arrow at the creature's heart.

Gollum's giant blue eyes widened 'till they could no more, and he hissed.

"Nasssty Elvesss! Theysss try to kill poor Smeagol, yes theys do!"

Legolas pulled the string of his bow back to his ear, ready to fire.

Frodo looked from Legolas to Gollum, and back again.

Sam, Merry, and Pippin stood, frozen with fear, wondering what would happen next.

"You will die!" Legolas hissed, and was about to release his arrow when Frodo yelled.

"No, Legolas, No!" He yelled, pushing Legolas' arms up, so the arrow flew up and out of site.

"Don't shoot him, Legolas! Don't shoot him! He has done nothing to us!" Frodo yelled, tears streaming down his face.

Legolas stood in bewilderment, not noticing that Frodo's hands were still on his arms, his arrow-less bow still pointing upward.

"I hasn't, but I soon will!" Came the hiss of Gollum, and he jumped onto Legolas, bringing the stunned Elf to the ground. They scrambled around, but Gollum got behind Legolas and held tight to his neck with one arm, slowly chocking the Elf, while the other was wrapped tightly around his thin chest.

Merry, Sam, and Pippin tried to get Gollum off of Legolas, but Gollum kicked them each away, not noticing Frodo crawling up behind him.

"Let him go!" Frodo yelled, grabbing a tuft of Gollum's stringy hair and pulling his neck back so that his night-blue eyes stared into the light morning-glory blue ones of Frodo. He unsheathed Sting and held it to Gollum's throat.

"Let him go." Frodo repeated, pressing the sword harder on Gollum's throat.

Gollum's arms slackened against Legolas' throat, his eyes watching Frodo's every movement.

Legolas leapt up, and in a flash, had another arrow in his bow and pointed once again at Gollum's heart. He drew the string back, ready to fire.

"Legolas! No!" Frodo yelled. He turned to look at Gollum, staring up at him.

"You, you will go and leave this Fellowship alone. Do not come near us, or I swear you will regret it. Sting will cut your neck, and you will be dead before you hit the ground. Now, go." Frodo hissed at Gollum. He released Gollum's greasy hair, and watched as Gollum scurried away, frightened. He watched until he was sure Gollum was gone.

Frodo was breathing in harsh and ragged gasps, the whole world spinning before his eyes. He swayed, his ankle sending sharp pains through his whole leg.

"Mr. Frodo?" said Sam worriedly, rushing to his master's side. "Mr. Frodo, are you ok? Mr. Frodo!" Sam cried as Frodo started to fall, unconscious. Sam caught his master across the chest before he fell onto the ground.

"Frodo! Frodo!" Merry and Pippin cried, rushing over and shaking their cousin, trying to wake him.

Legolas walked over, still stunned, and silently took Frodo from Sam.

"You three climb up and tell them to pull me up when I pull on the rope, ok?" Legolas said to the three frantic hobbits. All three hobbits nodded, and started to climb up the blanket-rope. Sam stopped mid-climb, and yelled to Legolas: "Take care of Mr. Frodo!" and started climbing up again.

Legolas waited for what seemed like a life time, when the rope started to shake, probably telling him to grab on.

He did so, wrapping the rope securely around his waist, and holding Frodo in the crook of one arm, while the other tightly grasped the rope.

He pulled gently on the rope, signaling those above him to start pulling. While being pulled up, Legolas softly brushed away the sweat-soaked curls off of Frodo's pale but hot forehead, whispering to him.

"You're going to be al right, Frodo. You're going to be al right." He whispered into the hobbit's leaf-shaped ear, just as the faces of the rest of the Fellowship swam into view through the snow constantly swirling around them.

-To be continued-

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