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Chapter Five
I awoke with a start as I was dropped on a snow covered rock. I say it was snow covered, because if it hadn't been, my back would probably be broken at this time.
I gave a yelp in pain, snapping my eyes open. Boromir was standing above me glaring down, and Legolas and Aragorn were also looking down their noses at me.
"What was that for?" I demanded, rubbing my back. Boromir gave a satisfied smile, and clomped away.
"You swooned." Aragorn said, jerking my thoughts back into order.
"I-" I began, but Gimli interrupted me, growling, "Fainted."
Oh God. I had fainted. Of all the undignified ways to deal with a problem, I had fainted. Now the Fellowship was going to catalogue me in the 'Faint-Hearted' or 'Weak'.
I have never fainted before. The problem wasn't that faint-worthy, either. What was going on?
"El. We must continue." Legolas ordered, jerking me from my reverie.
"Right." I mumbled, scrambling to my feet. The snow had let off, but it was still really cold.
"How long have I been out?" I whispered to Pippin as we continued on our way.
"A few hours." he answered, and said no more.
Things just kept going unanswered. How I managed not to die in the first place, after falling from the sky, Legolas's cheerful behaviour changing suddenly, and now my fainting. I sighed. My brain seemed broken, as if I had once had all the information I needed, but now it was just a litter of shattered glass.
As the sun began to sink behind the mountain, I glanced at Gandalf. It registered that we hadn't gone to Moria.
I asked why as we settled down for the night, and Gimli muttered darkly, "Gandalf took it as an omen when you fainted after telling us not to go, and now we shall all freeze to death."
So it was my fault, I translated from his gruff speech. Now Gandalf wasn't going to fall. How much had I already screwed up this mission? I curled into a ball, trying to keep in any body heat, and watched Merry beg Gandalf for more of the Miruvor. Gandalf shook his head sadly, and withdrew his pipe.
I looked around to see Sam throwing his cloak around the pony's stomach, and then crawling up against the beast to keep it warmer. Boromir and Aragorn sat back to back keeping warm the masculine way. Gimli sat alone a ways off, muttering something. Legolas kept a keen eye on everyone and everything as the others tried to keep warm. Frodo sat by Merry and Pippin, all three of whom were huddled tightly to conserve warmth.
I longed for a friend. My joints were frozen, and I had no one to huddle with. Cold self pity settled in my already frigid insides. Feeling miserable and alone, I curled up tighter, and fell into a troubled sleep.
.
The next afternoon we came across a hole carved from the mountainside. Gimli gave a noise of jubilation as he informed us that there were inscriptions in the Dwarven language.
"Gandalf," he began, "This may not be Moria, but it is a small settlement in the least. Let us go to the hospitatity of the Dwarves."
Gandalf went into a deep conversation with Aragorn in Elven, making Gimli scowl. Without a word in English, Aragorn swiftly entered the hole, and out of sight.
"What is the meaning of this Gandalf?" Gimli demanded.
"Patience, Master Gimli." Gandalf began, "Elessar has gone to see if there are indeed Dwarves and if they would be willing to accept us as guests."
"And why couldn't I have done that?" Gimli persisted, swelling with anger.
"You have not the calmness and subtlty that Elessar has." Legolas snapped. Gimli rounded on him, and exploded in what I can only assume were Dwarvish curses and swears.
In my opinion, Dwarven is like German, both sound like every other word is a curse word, and they all sound unpleasant.
Legolas just stood there taking it like a man until Gimli stopped his raving. Aragorn had returned.
"Ai, Gandalf, there are Dwarves, and they do not mind housing us for a night."
Legolas opened his mouth in protest, but Aragorn interrupted, saying, "They are survivors of the Moria assault. Indeed, Moria was attacked by goblins."
Gimli bowed his head. It was silent for a few minutes, then Gandalf said, "They are willing to house us?" Aragorn nodded.
"Good," Boromir said, "we must get the halflings out of this cold."
"I shall stay out here." Legolas said rather sulkily.
"Don't be a fool." Gandalf said gently, but forcefully.
"We Elves do not dwell under the earth." he replied stubbornly.
"You won't be 'dwelling' down there!" I burst out, "It's one night." Legolas glared at me, "Ai, but I do not think I can bear the company of more than one Dwarf, especially if Gimli is in the number."
The Dwarf decided to ignore the comment, and said, "Then let us leave this obstinate blonde weed out here. Maybe he'll freeze." he added hopefully.
If looks could kill, Gimli would have died a thousand times over by now. Legolas moved his steely eyes to Gandalf, "I will remain out here. The cold does not affect me as it does you."
"But-" Gandalf began, however, he was interrupted by Aragorn, who was shooting worried glances at the Hobbits.
"Enough!" the future king of Gondor snapped. Everyone turned to him and he finished, "Legolas, stay out and keep watch. The nine of us will stay among the dwarves. We must get out of the cold."
I glanced up at the sky. It was darkening by the second. It smelled like a blizzard was coming. You know how you can smell a storm approaching? I usually love that smell, but not when I'm near the summit of a mountain.
Following Aragorn, the eight us entered the hole, leaving Legolas standing guard, scowling.
Aragorn led us down a windy passage way that steadily went down further into the mountain. It was still bitterly cold, but there wasn't a wind to worry about.
When Aragorn had said there were Dwarves, I assumed he meant a settlement like one of Moria, with cavernous rooms that went up so high the ceilings were in shadows, and chasms leading to lower rooms. I expected it to be thriving with life, and bright lights illuminating all the faces and things.
I was sadly mistaken. We finally entered a large somewhat circular room, that did indeed have a shadowed ceiling, but it reminded me of a little village more than anything else.
There were two levels. We were on the bottom, where small carts selling rocks and an assortment of other things were set up. There were about a dozen dwarves in this 'marketplace'.
On the second level, which was accessible only by a set of stairs carved from the far wall. There was a wide pathway also carved from the wall circumnavigating all the way around the room. Short archways led to what I guessed the Dwarves called their homes.
As soon as we stepped foot in the room, most of the dwarves stopped what they were doing to stare at us.
Gandalf approached them and began talking to them in Dwarvish. Sighing, one nodded, looking hard at us. He motioned us to follow him.
This caused a problem when Sam asked where Bill was to stay. After much arguing, it was decided the pony remain in the marketplace. After that, we followed the Dwarf up to on of the larger houses. He led us through some hallways and into a crude, unfinished room.
I say unfinished because the floor and walls were not smooth rock, like the other surfaces in the house.
The dwarf watched us get situated, and then said gruffly, looking coldly at all of us, "You stay here only because his" he pointed at Gimli, "father's friend Dwalin is my cousin. Dwalin spoke much of your father." he added gruffly.
Gimli, who had been unpacking, looked up sharply at the mention of Dwalin, and asked, "Is Dwalin here?"
The dwarf gave a sound of negation, turned on his heel and left. Gimli frowned.
"A bit cold here." Boromir noted, looking after where the dwarf had disappeared.
"Better than outside, though." Frodo replied, taking off his cloak. Boromir shook his head, "Nay, Master Frodo, I meant the Dwarves' attitude towards us was cold."
I couldn't resist the oppurtunity, "Yes," I began acidly, "don't you just hate it when people treat you like dirt and make you feel unwanted and stupid?"
Boromir shot me a glare of pure resentment.
"What's on the menu?" Pippin asked, obviously not catching the current of annoyance flowing between Boromir and myself.
Meager portions of meat were handed out by Aragorn, and we ate in silence.
It felt good to sleep in a warm place. Alright, it could have been warmer, but I'm not complaining.
.
I woke to the sound of fire crackling merrily. I stretched sleepily, and sat up, looking around. Everyone else was asleep. Something felt wrong. I looked around, trying to locate where the sound of fire was coming from.
It was nowhere within sight, that was for sure. I strained my ears. Suddenly, a high pitched scream met my ears. I jumped, and looked to see if anyone else had heard it. Not even Aragorn, the ranger stirred.
Panicing, I leapt to my feet, and hurried down the hallway. I went to the balconey, and looked down at the marketplace.
A large bonfire was burning sinisterly, emitting a thick heavy blue-black smoke. I coughed as I inhaled, looking wildly around. Dwarves were wielding flashing battle axes at mountain goblins, who were fighting back with clubs and/or axes.
As I watched them fight, I saw the Dwarves weakening, spluttering in the smoke. The goblins, however, seemed unaffected. After awhile, the Dwarves fell to their hands and knees, falling to an unnatural sleep.
I pounded back to where we had been sleeping, and tried to rouse the Fellowship. None of them would wake. When I got to Gandalf, to my relief, his eyes snapped open, and he clambored to his feet.
"What is it?" he demanded urgently. I told him what I had saw, and, muttering darkly in some language, he stormed down the hall, with me following meekly in his wake.
Before he reached the balconey, he rounded on me, ordering, "Try again to wake the others, drag them if you must, but get them out of this cave."
He left me standing helplessly. I returned to the room, and looked at the seven. The Hobbits would be easy to drag, but what about Gimli, Aragorn, and Boromir?
Deciding it was important to get Frodo out first, and I grabbed him by the wrists, and tried to pull him to the hallway. He was as heavy as lead, only limper. Impulsively, I snatched the Ring from around his throat; If he didn't make it out of here, the journey had to continue. I wondered momentarily why I hadn't been affected by whatever it was that was making the others sleep.
The Ring in my fist, I tried lugging Frodo again. I got him about five feet. The smoke had seeped through the hallway, and was creeping towards me like some nightmarish fog. I didn't want to know what would happen if I breathed it in for too long of a period.
I heard the clanging of axes fade. A stillness settled over me. I stared apprehensively at the smoke, which faded and disappeared.
I straightened up, looking back into the room. Gimli stirred, and rolled over. Aragorn's eyes flickered open, and when he looked at me, still holding Frodo by the wrists, he jumped to his feet. His sword, which had somehow come unbuckled from his belt clattered to the floor, waking everyone else up.
Frodo jerked. I released my hold, and let him scramble to his feet. His hand went instictively to his throat.
As his eyes widened as he felt the Ring's absence, I swore at my self.
"Here." I said muttered, looking at the rough floor, shoving the Ring at him. He seized the said object from me, now looking suspiciously at me.
"Caught! What is your implausible excuse this time, you thieving lying wench?" Boromir demanded, advancing on me, and snatched a large amount of hair from the top of my head, and forcing me to look up.
As calloused and tough as my feet and hands had become, my head has been, and always will be, incredibly sensitive. Boromir managed to get just a large enough portion so he wouldn't yank my hair out, but not enough so the pain was spread out. Oh, it hurt.
I looked up at his coldly glaring eyes, and anger welled up in me. He was so conclusive, so bent on proving I was the enemy. Before I thought of what I was about to do, or think twice about it, my fist shot out and connected neatly with his jaw.
Boromir staggered back, rubbing his jaw and looking shocked at me.
"I was trying to save all of your lives." I snapped. The seven stared at me, and I barreled on, "Goblins infiltrated this dwelling, and burned this weird smoke that put everyone to sleep. Gandalf went to fight them, and I came back here to try and get you to safety. I attempted to get Frodo first, because he's the ringbearer, but I kept the ring for safe-keeping."
"And where is Gandalf?" Aragorn asked in a low voice.
"I don't know." I answered quietly, my anger changing to uncertainty. I had no proof whatsoever that I hadn't been trying to run away with the ring. Gandalf, the only one who could vouch for me, had disappeared.
A familiar feeling was swelling inside me. Tunnel sight clouded my periphreal vision. Bent against the action the was overcoming, I bowed my head, and took deep breaths. My sight returned. I had avoided fainting again. This was getting stranger all the time.
I looked boldly back at the seven, who were all looking skeptically at me.
"You don't believe me." I concluded softly. Boromir shook his head, looking piercingly at me.
"Fine!" I screamed, making Frodo jump. The others continued their stares mercilessly.
"I give up!" I shouted. My voice echoed and bounded off the walls. "This isn't worth it. Good luck on your quest. Boromir" I practically screamed. His smug face made me want to hurt him again, I continued, "you will die. You will try to take the Ring from Frodo, and you will die." I stressed every syllable. I wanted the message to be inescapably clear.
Boromir didn't even flinch. Fury seethed in my veins, and, powered by adredeline, I stormed my way out of the room, through the tunnel, and into the main chamber.
I heard hushed vioces behind me. As I entered the tunnel, I heard footsteps advancing on me. I ignored the, and walked faster.
Whoever was behind me had grabbed another fistfull of my hair and yanked. I gave a strangled yelp, and fell backwards.
"Curse you, Boromir!" I shouted, whirling around, looking at my opponent.
But it wasn't Boromir. It wasn't any member of the fellowship.
It was a goblin. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Sorry it took so long to get this out....
x0firefly0x: He. He. I was hoping no one would ever read that review I sent. After I sent it, I reread it and panicked when I saw how many things I'd written, criticizing the author, were incorrect. Yeah, please don't judge me by that review. I was stupid, and I regret it. Anyway- James=brown eyes. K. I knew that!
Archanae: Well, you know, they aren't exactly like plants, just simliar..... I love Boromir too. Have you seen the EE of the Two Towers? I love the scene with him and Faramir drinking their foam. It's so nifty.
Chapter six is on it's way.....
Chapter Five
I awoke with a start as I was dropped on a snow covered rock. I say it was snow covered, because if it hadn't been, my back would probably be broken at this time.
I gave a yelp in pain, snapping my eyes open. Boromir was standing above me glaring down, and Legolas and Aragorn were also looking down their noses at me.
"What was that for?" I demanded, rubbing my back. Boromir gave a satisfied smile, and clomped away.
"You swooned." Aragorn said, jerking my thoughts back into order.
"I-" I began, but Gimli interrupted me, growling, "Fainted."
Oh God. I had fainted. Of all the undignified ways to deal with a problem, I had fainted. Now the Fellowship was going to catalogue me in the 'Faint-Hearted' or 'Weak'.
I have never fainted before. The problem wasn't that faint-worthy, either. What was going on?
"El. We must continue." Legolas ordered, jerking me from my reverie.
"Right." I mumbled, scrambling to my feet. The snow had let off, but it was still really cold.
"How long have I been out?" I whispered to Pippin as we continued on our way.
"A few hours." he answered, and said no more.
Things just kept going unanswered. How I managed not to die in the first place, after falling from the sky, Legolas's cheerful behaviour changing suddenly, and now my fainting. I sighed. My brain seemed broken, as if I had once had all the information I needed, but now it was just a litter of shattered glass.
As the sun began to sink behind the mountain, I glanced at Gandalf. It registered that we hadn't gone to Moria.
I asked why as we settled down for the night, and Gimli muttered darkly, "Gandalf took it as an omen when you fainted after telling us not to go, and now we shall all freeze to death."
So it was my fault, I translated from his gruff speech. Now Gandalf wasn't going to fall. How much had I already screwed up this mission? I curled into a ball, trying to keep in any body heat, and watched Merry beg Gandalf for more of the Miruvor. Gandalf shook his head sadly, and withdrew his pipe.
I looked around to see Sam throwing his cloak around the pony's stomach, and then crawling up against the beast to keep it warmer. Boromir and Aragorn sat back to back keeping warm the masculine way. Gimli sat alone a ways off, muttering something. Legolas kept a keen eye on everyone and everything as the others tried to keep warm. Frodo sat by Merry and Pippin, all three of whom were huddled tightly to conserve warmth.
I longed for a friend. My joints were frozen, and I had no one to huddle with. Cold self pity settled in my already frigid insides. Feeling miserable and alone, I curled up tighter, and fell into a troubled sleep.
.
The next afternoon we came across a hole carved from the mountainside. Gimli gave a noise of jubilation as he informed us that there were inscriptions in the Dwarven language.
"Gandalf," he began, "This may not be Moria, but it is a small settlement in the least. Let us go to the hospitatity of the Dwarves."
Gandalf went into a deep conversation with Aragorn in Elven, making Gimli scowl. Without a word in English, Aragorn swiftly entered the hole, and out of sight.
"What is the meaning of this Gandalf?" Gimli demanded.
"Patience, Master Gimli." Gandalf began, "Elessar has gone to see if there are indeed Dwarves and if they would be willing to accept us as guests."
"And why couldn't I have done that?" Gimli persisted, swelling with anger.
"You have not the calmness and subtlty that Elessar has." Legolas snapped. Gimli rounded on him, and exploded in what I can only assume were Dwarvish curses and swears.
In my opinion, Dwarven is like German, both sound like every other word is a curse word, and they all sound unpleasant.
Legolas just stood there taking it like a man until Gimli stopped his raving. Aragorn had returned.
"Ai, Gandalf, there are Dwarves, and they do not mind housing us for a night."
Legolas opened his mouth in protest, but Aragorn interrupted, saying, "They are survivors of the Moria assault. Indeed, Moria was attacked by goblins."
Gimli bowed his head. It was silent for a few minutes, then Gandalf said, "They are willing to house us?" Aragorn nodded.
"Good," Boromir said, "we must get the halflings out of this cold."
"I shall stay out here." Legolas said rather sulkily.
"Don't be a fool." Gandalf said gently, but forcefully.
"We Elves do not dwell under the earth." he replied stubbornly.
"You won't be 'dwelling' down there!" I burst out, "It's one night." Legolas glared at me, "Ai, but I do not think I can bear the company of more than one Dwarf, especially if Gimli is in the number."
The Dwarf decided to ignore the comment, and said, "Then let us leave this obstinate blonde weed out here. Maybe he'll freeze." he added hopefully.
If looks could kill, Gimli would have died a thousand times over by now. Legolas moved his steely eyes to Gandalf, "I will remain out here. The cold does not affect me as it does you."
"But-" Gandalf began, however, he was interrupted by Aragorn, who was shooting worried glances at the Hobbits.
"Enough!" the future king of Gondor snapped. Everyone turned to him and he finished, "Legolas, stay out and keep watch. The nine of us will stay among the dwarves. We must get out of the cold."
I glanced up at the sky. It was darkening by the second. It smelled like a blizzard was coming. You know how you can smell a storm approaching? I usually love that smell, but not when I'm near the summit of a mountain.
Following Aragorn, the eight us entered the hole, leaving Legolas standing guard, scowling.
Aragorn led us down a windy passage way that steadily went down further into the mountain. It was still bitterly cold, but there wasn't a wind to worry about.
When Aragorn had said there were Dwarves, I assumed he meant a settlement like one of Moria, with cavernous rooms that went up so high the ceilings were in shadows, and chasms leading to lower rooms. I expected it to be thriving with life, and bright lights illuminating all the faces and things.
I was sadly mistaken. We finally entered a large somewhat circular room, that did indeed have a shadowed ceiling, but it reminded me of a little village more than anything else.
There were two levels. We were on the bottom, where small carts selling rocks and an assortment of other things were set up. There were about a dozen dwarves in this 'marketplace'.
On the second level, which was accessible only by a set of stairs carved from the far wall. There was a wide pathway also carved from the wall circumnavigating all the way around the room. Short archways led to what I guessed the Dwarves called their homes.
As soon as we stepped foot in the room, most of the dwarves stopped what they were doing to stare at us.
Gandalf approached them and began talking to them in Dwarvish. Sighing, one nodded, looking hard at us. He motioned us to follow him.
This caused a problem when Sam asked where Bill was to stay. After much arguing, it was decided the pony remain in the marketplace. After that, we followed the Dwarf up to on of the larger houses. He led us through some hallways and into a crude, unfinished room.
I say unfinished because the floor and walls were not smooth rock, like the other surfaces in the house.
The dwarf watched us get situated, and then said gruffly, looking coldly at all of us, "You stay here only because his" he pointed at Gimli, "father's friend Dwalin is my cousin. Dwalin spoke much of your father." he added gruffly.
Gimli, who had been unpacking, looked up sharply at the mention of Dwalin, and asked, "Is Dwalin here?"
The dwarf gave a sound of negation, turned on his heel and left. Gimli frowned.
"A bit cold here." Boromir noted, looking after where the dwarf had disappeared.
"Better than outside, though." Frodo replied, taking off his cloak. Boromir shook his head, "Nay, Master Frodo, I meant the Dwarves' attitude towards us was cold."
I couldn't resist the oppurtunity, "Yes," I began acidly, "don't you just hate it when people treat you like dirt and make you feel unwanted and stupid?"
Boromir shot me a glare of pure resentment.
"What's on the menu?" Pippin asked, obviously not catching the current of annoyance flowing between Boromir and myself.
Meager portions of meat were handed out by Aragorn, and we ate in silence.
It felt good to sleep in a warm place. Alright, it could have been warmer, but I'm not complaining.
.
I woke to the sound of fire crackling merrily. I stretched sleepily, and sat up, looking around. Everyone else was asleep. Something felt wrong. I looked around, trying to locate where the sound of fire was coming from.
It was nowhere within sight, that was for sure. I strained my ears. Suddenly, a high pitched scream met my ears. I jumped, and looked to see if anyone else had heard it. Not even Aragorn, the ranger stirred.
Panicing, I leapt to my feet, and hurried down the hallway. I went to the balconey, and looked down at the marketplace.
A large bonfire was burning sinisterly, emitting a thick heavy blue-black smoke. I coughed as I inhaled, looking wildly around. Dwarves were wielding flashing battle axes at mountain goblins, who were fighting back with clubs and/or axes.
As I watched them fight, I saw the Dwarves weakening, spluttering in the smoke. The goblins, however, seemed unaffected. After awhile, the Dwarves fell to their hands and knees, falling to an unnatural sleep.
I pounded back to where we had been sleeping, and tried to rouse the Fellowship. None of them would wake. When I got to Gandalf, to my relief, his eyes snapped open, and he clambored to his feet.
"What is it?" he demanded urgently. I told him what I had saw, and, muttering darkly in some language, he stormed down the hall, with me following meekly in his wake.
Before he reached the balconey, he rounded on me, ordering, "Try again to wake the others, drag them if you must, but get them out of this cave."
He left me standing helplessly. I returned to the room, and looked at the seven. The Hobbits would be easy to drag, but what about Gimli, Aragorn, and Boromir?
Deciding it was important to get Frodo out first, and I grabbed him by the wrists, and tried to pull him to the hallway. He was as heavy as lead, only limper. Impulsively, I snatched the Ring from around his throat; If he didn't make it out of here, the journey had to continue. I wondered momentarily why I hadn't been affected by whatever it was that was making the others sleep.
The Ring in my fist, I tried lugging Frodo again. I got him about five feet. The smoke had seeped through the hallway, and was creeping towards me like some nightmarish fog. I didn't want to know what would happen if I breathed it in for too long of a period.
I heard the clanging of axes fade. A stillness settled over me. I stared apprehensively at the smoke, which faded and disappeared.
I straightened up, looking back into the room. Gimli stirred, and rolled over. Aragorn's eyes flickered open, and when he looked at me, still holding Frodo by the wrists, he jumped to his feet. His sword, which had somehow come unbuckled from his belt clattered to the floor, waking everyone else up.
Frodo jerked. I released my hold, and let him scramble to his feet. His hand went instictively to his throat.
As his eyes widened as he felt the Ring's absence, I swore at my self.
"Here." I said muttered, looking at the rough floor, shoving the Ring at him. He seized the said object from me, now looking suspiciously at me.
"Caught! What is your implausible excuse this time, you thieving lying wench?" Boromir demanded, advancing on me, and snatched a large amount of hair from the top of my head, and forcing me to look up.
As calloused and tough as my feet and hands had become, my head has been, and always will be, incredibly sensitive. Boromir managed to get just a large enough portion so he wouldn't yank my hair out, but not enough so the pain was spread out. Oh, it hurt.
I looked up at his coldly glaring eyes, and anger welled up in me. He was so conclusive, so bent on proving I was the enemy. Before I thought of what I was about to do, or think twice about it, my fist shot out and connected neatly with his jaw.
Boromir staggered back, rubbing his jaw and looking shocked at me.
"I was trying to save all of your lives." I snapped. The seven stared at me, and I barreled on, "Goblins infiltrated this dwelling, and burned this weird smoke that put everyone to sleep. Gandalf went to fight them, and I came back here to try and get you to safety. I attempted to get Frodo first, because he's the ringbearer, but I kept the ring for safe-keeping."
"And where is Gandalf?" Aragorn asked in a low voice.
"I don't know." I answered quietly, my anger changing to uncertainty. I had no proof whatsoever that I hadn't been trying to run away with the ring. Gandalf, the only one who could vouch for me, had disappeared.
A familiar feeling was swelling inside me. Tunnel sight clouded my periphreal vision. Bent against the action the was overcoming, I bowed my head, and took deep breaths. My sight returned. I had avoided fainting again. This was getting stranger all the time.
I looked boldly back at the seven, who were all looking skeptically at me.
"You don't believe me." I concluded softly. Boromir shook his head, looking piercingly at me.
"Fine!" I screamed, making Frodo jump. The others continued their stares mercilessly.
"I give up!" I shouted. My voice echoed and bounded off the walls. "This isn't worth it. Good luck on your quest. Boromir" I practically screamed. His smug face made me want to hurt him again, I continued, "you will die. You will try to take the Ring from Frodo, and you will die." I stressed every syllable. I wanted the message to be inescapably clear.
Boromir didn't even flinch. Fury seethed in my veins, and, powered by adredeline, I stormed my way out of the room, through the tunnel, and into the main chamber.
I heard hushed vioces behind me. As I entered the tunnel, I heard footsteps advancing on me. I ignored the, and walked faster.
Whoever was behind me had grabbed another fistfull of my hair and yanked. I gave a strangled yelp, and fell backwards.
"Curse you, Boromir!" I shouted, whirling around, looking at my opponent.
But it wasn't Boromir. It wasn't any member of the fellowship.
It was a goblin. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Sorry it took so long to get this out....
x0firefly0x: He. He. I was hoping no one would ever read that review I sent. After I sent it, I reread it and panicked when I saw how many things I'd written, criticizing the author, were incorrect. Yeah, please don't judge me by that review. I was stupid, and I regret it. Anyway- James=brown eyes. K. I knew that!
Archanae: Well, you know, they aren't exactly like plants, just simliar..... I love Boromir too. Have you seen the EE of the Two Towers? I love the scene with him and Faramir drinking their foam. It's so nifty.
Chapter six is on it's way.....