Chapter one
The Fellowship had been walking for far too long. Not only were they walking in pouring rain, but also Legolas and Aragorn had noticed the trail of a solitary Warg. They had found 'shelter' underneath low hanging trees. Sam found it to be quite a burden, trying to cook with rain falling from all directions. There was also that growing concern on the presence of that Warg. Legolas set off to scout, silver blonde hair plastered to his ivory skin. He was soaked, and he knew if he didn't get dry soon, being wet would become part of him. The trees were slippery, and they were constantly complaining on how they hated the stupid wind that continually battered and bashed their branches, knocking some of their good friends to the ground. Legolas found it hard not to laugh. As he leapt through the trees, he found more tracks. He set off as quickly as he could toward camp. As he got there he ran right to Aragorn and told him. Something had to be done about this warg. Legolas, Aragorn, Gandalf, Gimli, and Borimir sat down in a circle, not caring about the muddy ground of which they sat upon. Gandalf looked over to make sure the hobbits were asleep. He did not want them to worry about this warg. "So. After contemplating on this for quite a while, I've found that if we were to split up, as in two groups, Aragorn Legolas and Borimir in one, and the rest of us and the hobbits in the other, we could lure it away. Aragorn Legolas and Borimir would take the baggage, and all others would find shelter." Everyone glanced at everyone else. No one had anything to say, so they all agreed quietly, with a small nod, or a 'yes, just maybe.' "Alright then, you three, take to the woods to find suitable shelter, and tomorrow we will begin the plan." Everyone set off and lie down. All but Legolas. He sat down, not for his watch, it was Gimli's turn, but for the sheer thought of a crummy dwarf on watch, one who was prone to doze off now and then. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Morning came, and everyone was quite refreshed, well, if you could call being less tired then the day before refreshed. The three men set off to look for their 'suitable shelter' that ended up being a clearing with trees that grew quite close together. Legolas took some elven rope and tied the branches together, ignoring complaints from the trees. They ended up with a small enough shelter that was close to the river. They placed the baggage a bit farther away from them, and nearer to the river, so maybe the warg would consider that fair game. It began to pour harder, if that was possible. A sound awoke the sleeping Borimir. 'Dumb elf,' he thought. 'Probably up in the trees again.' for that he was right, but not for pleasure. "BORIMIR!!! ARAGORN!!! THE RIVER!!!!!!!!!!" came the cries. Aragorn and Borimir ran to the distressed elf, who was quickly gathering up what baggage he could carry. "Take it higher!" he cried, bright blue eyes wide with panic. Borimir stood for a moment; red hair momentarily finding it's way into his gaping mouth. Aragorn's gray eyes widened as well. That sound was all too clear; the sound of rushing water. They both grabbed as much as possible, and took it at least a quarter mile from the river, and onto a ledge, 20 feet off the ground. Legolas was in the trees helping them get it up there. He leapt down, and before they had even gotten to the pile, he was rushing back with so much luggage in his hands, Borimir was surprised that he could even run. He was sprinting. They had finished it off, and the elf helped them get the last of away. They all ran back looking for any stray objects, when Legolas gasped. "The river." He ran to Aragorn and Borimir and pulled them into a tight grip. "Whatever you do, do not let go! We cannot outrun it." As he finished, and great wall of water, at least ten feet high washed over them. They gripped each other fiercely. They were swept into the rushing river, being battered from all sides. Suddenly, Borimir slipped, and Legolas flew out of his grip. Aragorn tried to hold the elf, but to no avail. He swept swiftly downstream, hit a rock, cried out, then was silent.
Aragorn held Borimir. Borimir held Aragorn. They both were shoved under and over the water. Finally, they were able to get footing. Grabbing onto rocks for help, they made it to shore. Panting, they both collapsed as they made it out of the muddy bank, and passed out. ~~~~~~~
Awaking, Aragorn crawled over to Borimir. Aragorn was not injured badly, just a small cut on his forehead, but no broken bones. Just lots and lots of nasty bruises. He shook Borimir. "Awake my friend. We must find Legolas." At the sound of Legolas' name, Borimir's eyes shot open, to study Aragorn. He tried to sit up, but pain wracking him suddenly, gave up. Aragorn looked worried. "One of your ribs is broken," he said, musing over Borimir. "Help me up friend, and from there I can go on my own." Aragorn wasn't sure of this, but he helped Borimir up anyway. Borimir groaned. "My knee." "You've wrenched that. Here, let me help you. I have not as many injuries as you do." So the two men set off, leaning upon each other, heading steadily downstream. Aragorn suddenly tripped, bringing Borimir down with him. "Damn root." he muttered, but when he looked back, twas no leaf he had tripped on. Twas a leg. "Legolas!" Aragorn cried. The elf was pale, blue lipped, shivering, and his eyes were closed. That wasn't a good thing. "Legolas, wake up. Legolas." Aragorn tried to hide the urgency from his voice. "A-Aragorn?" Aragorn sighed, relieved. The elf slowly opened his eyes. "Aragorn. My.my leg." then he passed out. Aragorn picked the elf up. "Come Borimir. We need help, and fast. No elf was meant to be this way." So they all set off, shivering, wet, cold, and positively famished towards the woods. All were thinking the same thing. I hope that warg isn't hungry.
Ok. I didn't include a disclaimer in my first one, so sorry.
Disclaimer: I don't own and don't wanna.oh wait, that's a downright lie.ok how bout this. I don't own but would seriously wanna own the characters from lotr. Got that Tolkien? runs and hides in trashcan DON'T KILL ME TOLKIEN!!!!
To all my luverly reviewers:
Cry: oopsie. well, there is a glirl, and she comes in this chapter. Sorry, so sorry. I'll make sure something VERY HORRIBLE happens to her. I swear.
I have a lot of homework, so I might not get the next chapter in until I get some more reviews.hint hint
Chapter 2: (I know, corny, chapter two, blah blah blah)
They had been walking for what had seemed forever. They were freezing cold, and the night was not fairing them well. At every rustle of a bush, they prayed to whomever they would like, hoping that the warg wasn't tailing them
The Fellowship had been walking for far too long. Not only were they walking in pouring rain, but also Legolas and Aragorn had noticed the trail of a solitary Warg. They had found 'shelter' underneath low hanging trees. Sam found it to be quite a burden, trying to cook with rain falling from all directions. There was also that growing concern on the presence of that Warg. Legolas set off to scout, silver blonde hair plastered to his ivory skin. He was soaked, and he knew if he didn't get dry soon, being wet would become part of him. The trees were slippery, and they were constantly complaining on how they hated the stupid wind that continually battered and bashed their branches, knocking some of their good friends to the ground. Legolas found it hard not to laugh. As he leapt through the trees, he found more tracks. He set off as quickly as he could toward camp. As he got there he ran right to Aragorn and told him. Something had to be done about this warg. Legolas, Aragorn, Gandalf, Gimli, and Borimir sat down in a circle, not caring about the muddy ground of which they sat upon. Gandalf looked over to make sure the hobbits were asleep. He did not want them to worry about this warg. "So. After contemplating on this for quite a while, I've found that if we were to split up, as in two groups, Aragorn Legolas and Borimir in one, and the rest of us and the hobbits in the other, we could lure it away. Aragorn Legolas and Borimir would take the baggage, and all others would find shelter." Everyone glanced at everyone else. No one had anything to say, so they all agreed quietly, with a small nod, or a 'yes, just maybe.' "Alright then, you three, take to the woods to find suitable shelter, and tomorrow we will begin the plan." Everyone set off and lie down. All but Legolas. He sat down, not for his watch, it was Gimli's turn, but for the sheer thought of a crummy dwarf on watch, one who was prone to doze off now and then. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Morning came, and everyone was quite refreshed, well, if you could call being less tired then the day before refreshed. The three men set off to look for their 'suitable shelter' that ended up being a clearing with trees that grew quite close together. Legolas took some elven rope and tied the branches together, ignoring complaints from the trees. They ended up with a small enough shelter that was close to the river. They placed the baggage a bit farther away from them, and nearer to the river, so maybe the warg would consider that fair game. It began to pour harder, if that was possible. A sound awoke the sleeping Borimir. 'Dumb elf,' he thought. 'Probably up in the trees again.' for that he was right, but not for pleasure. "BORIMIR!!! ARAGORN!!! THE RIVER!!!!!!!!!!" came the cries. Aragorn and Borimir ran to the distressed elf, who was quickly gathering up what baggage he could carry. "Take it higher!" he cried, bright blue eyes wide with panic. Borimir stood for a moment; red hair momentarily finding it's way into his gaping mouth. Aragorn's gray eyes widened as well. That sound was all too clear; the sound of rushing water. They both grabbed as much as possible, and took it at least a quarter mile from the river, and onto a ledge, 20 feet off the ground. Legolas was in the trees helping them get it up there. He leapt down, and before they had even gotten to the pile, he was rushing back with so much luggage in his hands, Borimir was surprised that he could even run. He was sprinting. They had finished it off, and the elf helped them get the last of away. They all ran back looking for any stray objects, when Legolas gasped. "The river." He ran to Aragorn and Borimir and pulled them into a tight grip. "Whatever you do, do not let go! We cannot outrun it." As he finished, and great wall of water, at least ten feet high washed over them. They gripped each other fiercely. They were swept into the rushing river, being battered from all sides. Suddenly, Borimir slipped, and Legolas flew out of his grip. Aragorn tried to hold the elf, but to no avail. He swept swiftly downstream, hit a rock, cried out, then was silent.
Aragorn held Borimir. Borimir held Aragorn. They both were shoved under and over the water. Finally, they were able to get footing. Grabbing onto rocks for help, they made it to shore. Panting, they both collapsed as they made it out of the muddy bank, and passed out. ~~~~~~~
Awaking, Aragorn crawled over to Borimir. Aragorn was not injured badly, just a small cut on his forehead, but no broken bones. Just lots and lots of nasty bruises. He shook Borimir. "Awake my friend. We must find Legolas." At the sound of Legolas' name, Borimir's eyes shot open, to study Aragorn. He tried to sit up, but pain wracking him suddenly, gave up. Aragorn looked worried. "One of your ribs is broken," he said, musing over Borimir. "Help me up friend, and from there I can go on my own." Aragorn wasn't sure of this, but he helped Borimir up anyway. Borimir groaned. "My knee." "You've wrenched that. Here, let me help you. I have not as many injuries as you do." So the two men set off, leaning upon each other, heading steadily downstream. Aragorn suddenly tripped, bringing Borimir down with him. "Damn root." he muttered, but when he looked back, twas no leaf he had tripped on. Twas a leg. "Legolas!" Aragorn cried. The elf was pale, blue lipped, shivering, and his eyes were closed. That wasn't a good thing. "Legolas, wake up. Legolas." Aragorn tried to hide the urgency from his voice. "A-Aragorn?" Aragorn sighed, relieved. The elf slowly opened his eyes. "Aragorn. My.my leg." then he passed out. Aragorn picked the elf up. "Come Borimir. We need help, and fast. No elf was meant to be this way." So they all set off, shivering, wet, cold, and positively famished towards the woods. All were thinking the same thing. I hope that warg isn't hungry.
Ok. I didn't include a disclaimer in my first one, so sorry.
Disclaimer: I don't own and don't wanna.oh wait, that's a downright lie.ok how bout this. I don't own but would seriously wanna own the characters from lotr. Got that Tolkien? runs and hides in trashcan DON'T KILL ME TOLKIEN!!!!
To all my luverly reviewers:
Cry: oopsie. well, there is a glirl, and she comes in this chapter. Sorry, so sorry. I'll make sure something VERY HORRIBLE happens to her. I swear.
I have a lot of homework, so I might not get the next chapter in until I get some more reviews.hint hint
Chapter 2: (I know, corny, chapter two, blah blah blah)
They had been walking for what had seemed forever. They were freezing cold, and the night was not fairing them well. At every rustle of a bush, they prayed to whomever they would like, hoping that the warg wasn't tailing them