Disclaimer: Shadowfax continues to ignore my whistles and various calls, so I guess I can't have him either. Tolkien's so lucky...
Chapter Four
Up Caradhras we went. Frodo slipped, tumbled down a few feet of snow, and managed to loose the ring. Hastily, I snatched it up before Boromir could, and handed it to Frodo.
Frodo looked at me suspiciously, and when I glanced at Boromir, he was frowning.
Oh, it was cold. The wind and snow was slashing through Boromir's cloak I was still borrowing(If he wasn't so proud, he might have demanded it back, but no, he hand to prove his strength. Aragorn seemed to think Boromir was showing off, and let Sam use his own cloak. Both of these men were going to get frostbite and die before the ring was destroyed.).
When night fell, it only got colder.
"No." said Gandalf for the third time after I begged him to light a fire, "We would be giving our position away. Do you want that?" "Most likely." Gimli growled. I glared at him, and hugged myself tighter. The hobbits were huddled together, and Boromir seemed to be ignoring the fact that his face was turning deathly blue.
Finally, worried for his life, I gave him his cloak back. He snarled at me, grumbling something about not needing it, but then wrapped himself up tightly in it.
I was now colder than before. I shivered, my teeth chattering so loudly Legolas was giving me funny looks.
I cursed him silently. Stupid Elves, I thought bitterly, they don't get cold. After awhile of watching us all rattle with cold, Gandalf withdrew a small leather flask.
"Here, you eight: Drink this." he instructed, handing it to Pippin, "It is miruvor, the cordial of Imladris."
When it finally go to me(I was last to recieve it, by the way), as I swallowed a mouthful, my insides, especially my heart, instantly warmed a great deal, but it also made me intensley sleepy. I looked over at the hobbits and saw the four looking rather sleepy, too.
I dropped off to sleep, only to awake in the early hours of morning stiff, hungry, and freezing.
We continued on our way. Then a blizzard struck. I felt the time was coming, but I wished it would be delayed so I could have more time to think, but all too soon, the hobbits were looking sick with cold, and Aragorn cried out, "Gandalf, the Halflings will surely perish unless we find shelter or another route."
"We could go through the Mines of Moria." Gimli suggested forcefully.
"Let the Ringbearer decide." Aragorn said.
"No!" I cried. Everyone turned to look at me. Gimli scowled. Ignoring him, I continued, "Moria is not an option. It has been apprehended by orcs. All the inhabitants are dead."
The nine stared incredulously; Gimli especially.
"Balin would never let that happen." he replied confidently, looking up at me through his bushy eyebrows. "Balin is dead." I said quietly. Gimli's expression seemed to wilt, but he quickly hid it with a frown, "How do you know?"
I briefly entertained the notion of saying, "Because Tolkien says so." but abandoned it at the thought of all the questions coming from that. Finally, I replied, "Just trust me that it has."
"How can we trust her word?" Boromir demanded sharply.
I rounded on him. I didn't care much for Gandalf, but I knew that he meant so much to Frodo, Sam, and the others. The scene after Gandalf fell into Kazad Dum in the movie kept replaying in my mind. The tears that fell from Sam, Merry, and Pippin, the look of hopelessness in Legolas's eyes, and despair etched in every line of Frodo's face.
Then the question came back to my mind. What will happen if Gandalf lives? There will be no transition between Gandalf the Grey and Mithrandir the White. The Balrog would live on. Gandalf wouldn't get Shadowfax. He would see Lorien. He would be there when Boromir would try to take the ring from Frodo.
Then it hit me.
I could determine the fate of Middle Earth. I could stop the death of Boromir. If Gandalf lives, he could accompany Frodo and Sam to Mount Doom. Could I prevent the breaking of the Fellowship? It felt as though a huge weight had fallen on my shoulders as the others looked expectantly at me.
My mind swirled. The impact of such a responsibility kept ricocheting in my mind, pummeling common sense. The Fellowship began to fade from my vision. Everything had gone grey and black... ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Sorry, that was a really short chapter (for my standards, anyway)
Archanae: Well, they wear green...Hehe, interesting idea. Legolas, during the journey goes to shed his skin....Ok, I have too much time. Anyway, yes, I love Boromir too, and he will get better eventually.
TitanicHobbit: Yey! Another Jack Sparrow lover! Chapter five is on its way...savvy?
Chapter Four
Up Caradhras we went. Frodo slipped, tumbled down a few feet of snow, and managed to loose the ring. Hastily, I snatched it up before Boromir could, and handed it to Frodo.
Frodo looked at me suspiciously, and when I glanced at Boromir, he was frowning.
Oh, it was cold. The wind and snow was slashing through Boromir's cloak I was still borrowing(If he wasn't so proud, he might have demanded it back, but no, he hand to prove his strength. Aragorn seemed to think Boromir was showing off, and let Sam use his own cloak. Both of these men were going to get frostbite and die before the ring was destroyed.).
When night fell, it only got colder.
"No." said Gandalf for the third time after I begged him to light a fire, "We would be giving our position away. Do you want that?" "Most likely." Gimli growled. I glared at him, and hugged myself tighter. The hobbits were huddled together, and Boromir seemed to be ignoring the fact that his face was turning deathly blue.
Finally, worried for his life, I gave him his cloak back. He snarled at me, grumbling something about not needing it, but then wrapped himself up tightly in it.
I was now colder than before. I shivered, my teeth chattering so loudly Legolas was giving me funny looks.
I cursed him silently. Stupid Elves, I thought bitterly, they don't get cold. After awhile of watching us all rattle with cold, Gandalf withdrew a small leather flask.
"Here, you eight: Drink this." he instructed, handing it to Pippin, "It is miruvor, the cordial of Imladris."
When it finally go to me(I was last to recieve it, by the way), as I swallowed a mouthful, my insides, especially my heart, instantly warmed a great deal, but it also made me intensley sleepy. I looked over at the hobbits and saw the four looking rather sleepy, too.
I dropped off to sleep, only to awake in the early hours of morning stiff, hungry, and freezing.
We continued on our way. Then a blizzard struck. I felt the time was coming, but I wished it would be delayed so I could have more time to think, but all too soon, the hobbits were looking sick with cold, and Aragorn cried out, "Gandalf, the Halflings will surely perish unless we find shelter or another route."
"We could go through the Mines of Moria." Gimli suggested forcefully.
"Let the Ringbearer decide." Aragorn said.
"No!" I cried. Everyone turned to look at me. Gimli scowled. Ignoring him, I continued, "Moria is not an option. It has been apprehended by orcs. All the inhabitants are dead."
The nine stared incredulously; Gimli especially.
"Balin would never let that happen." he replied confidently, looking up at me through his bushy eyebrows. "Balin is dead." I said quietly. Gimli's expression seemed to wilt, but he quickly hid it with a frown, "How do you know?"
I briefly entertained the notion of saying, "Because Tolkien says so." but abandoned it at the thought of all the questions coming from that. Finally, I replied, "Just trust me that it has."
"How can we trust her word?" Boromir demanded sharply.
I rounded on him. I didn't care much for Gandalf, but I knew that he meant so much to Frodo, Sam, and the others. The scene after Gandalf fell into Kazad Dum in the movie kept replaying in my mind. The tears that fell from Sam, Merry, and Pippin, the look of hopelessness in Legolas's eyes, and despair etched in every line of Frodo's face.
Then the question came back to my mind. What will happen if Gandalf lives? There will be no transition between Gandalf the Grey and Mithrandir the White. The Balrog would live on. Gandalf wouldn't get Shadowfax. He would see Lorien. He would be there when Boromir would try to take the ring from Frodo.
Then it hit me.
I could determine the fate of Middle Earth. I could stop the death of Boromir. If Gandalf lives, he could accompany Frodo and Sam to Mount Doom. Could I prevent the breaking of the Fellowship? It felt as though a huge weight had fallen on my shoulders as the others looked expectantly at me.
My mind swirled. The impact of such a responsibility kept ricocheting in my mind, pummeling common sense. The Fellowship began to fade from my vision. Everything had gone grey and black... ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Sorry, that was a really short chapter (for my standards, anyway)
Archanae: Well, they wear green...Hehe, interesting idea. Legolas, during the journey goes to shed his skin....Ok, I have too much time. Anyway, yes, I love Boromir too, and he will get better eventually.
TitanicHobbit: Yey! Another Jack Sparrow lover! Chapter five is on its way...savvy?