Alright, here's chapter two! Before we start I'd like to thank Maddy for the lovely review she left me. :) Enjoy!
Disclaimer: See chapter one
Genre:Angst/Action/Adventure
Chapter Rating: PG
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The tired crew made their way cautiously around the south-western slopes of the dreaded hill and came to the edge of the road for a short while. Luckily there were no signs of the riders but as they trudged along they heard two distant cries...one calling and the other answering.
Trembling, they quickened their pace and headed for the thickets that lay just ahead. The land before them sloped downwards with dense patches of trees and bushes, with many wide areas in between.
The journey was long and unhappy, there was little talk and Frodo's heart was saddened as he watched his weary companions walk along side him. "They have so much on their mind and I'm just an extra burden..." he thought gloomily.
At that moment Frodo felt his pain start to slowly rise. First it was nothing...just a dull ache but as it steadily rose the ache became what felt like icy clawed hands digging into his side and shoulder. Frodo whimpered in pain, his right hand finding its place on his left shoulder. He shut his eyes tightly as the pain continued to mercilessly grow, making it harder to keep back his cries of anguish. Sam noticed this much to his master's dismay and he rushed to his side.
"Mr. Frodo?" the gardener asked, "Mr. Frodo, ya look like you're hurtin' somethin' awful, are you alright?"
"I'm fine, Sam." Frodo said, opening his bright blue eyes, "You needn't worry about me." He groaned and turned away from him as another wave of pain washed over him.
Sam knew that was a lie, he shrugged and ran ahead to Strider to tell him of his master's ailments.
"Strider," Sam said as soon as he caught up with him, "could we perhaps stop and let Mr. Frodo rest for a bit? He's hurtin' again and he's awfully pale..."
Strider looked at Sam with his dark eyes, "We cannot cause further delay but if your master needs it we shall stop." He then ordered Sam to boil more water in his kettle and he rushed over to Frodo.
By this time Frodo was sweating again, his face twisted in pain. "Hold on Frodo," Strider said softly. He picked Frodo up gently and placed him on the ground using his pack as a pillow to rest his head. Strider was extremely careful with his movements but even the smallest jarring of the wound caused Frodo pain and he hissed through gritted teeth. Strider mumbled an apology and pushed back Frodo's sweat soaked curls. As soon as he was finished comforting Frodo Strider fished around in his pack for the athelas. He frowned when he discovered that they didn't have a lot left but they would just have to make do with what they had.
Sam came back with the boiling water shortly and Strider crushed the leaves and threw them into the steaming water. Once again he dipped a cloth in the water and bathed the wound with it. Frodo sucked in a breath but as soon as the athelas' healing powers took effect he calmed down. Strider lifted Frodo and placed him back on Bill.
"Come, Sam." Strider said, "We must move fast."
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There's chapter two! Please R&R! Oh yeah, I shall be putting more Merry and Pippin in the next chapter :) The next chapter should be up by tomorow or the next day. Thanks for reading! :)
Disclaimer: See chapter one
Genre:Angst/Action/Adventure
Chapter Rating: PG
-------
The tired crew made their way cautiously around the south-western slopes of the dreaded hill and came to the edge of the road for a short while. Luckily there were no signs of the riders but as they trudged along they heard two distant cries...one calling and the other answering.
Trembling, they quickened their pace and headed for the thickets that lay just ahead. The land before them sloped downwards with dense patches of trees and bushes, with many wide areas in between.
The journey was long and unhappy, there was little talk and Frodo's heart was saddened as he watched his weary companions walk along side him. "They have so much on their mind and I'm just an extra burden..." he thought gloomily.
At that moment Frodo felt his pain start to slowly rise. First it was nothing...just a dull ache but as it steadily rose the ache became what felt like icy clawed hands digging into his side and shoulder. Frodo whimpered in pain, his right hand finding its place on his left shoulder. He shut his eyes tightly as the pain continued to mercilessly grow, making it harder to keep back his cries of anguish. Sam noticed this much to his master's dismay and he rushed to his side.
"Mr. Frodo?" the gardener asked, "Mr. Frodo, ya look like you're hurtin' somethin' awful, are you alright?"
"I'm fine, Sam." Frodo said, opening his bright blue eyes, "You needn't worry about me." He groaned and turned away from him as another wave of pain washed over him.
Sam knew that was a lie, he shrugged and ran ahead to Strider to tell him of his master's ailments.
"Strider," Sam said as soon as he caught up with him, "could we perhaps stop and let Mr. Frodo rest for a bit? He's hurtin' again and he's awfully pale..."
Strider looked at Sam with his dark eyes, "We cannot cause further delay but if your master needs it we shall stop." He then ordered Sam to boil more water in his kettle and he rushed over to Frodo.
By this time Frodo was sweating again, his face twisted in pain. "Hold on Frodo," Strider said softly. He picked Frodo up gently and placed him on the ground using his pack as a pillow to rest his head. Strider was extremely careful with his movements but even the smallest jarring of the wound caused Frodo pain and he hissed through gritted teeth. Strider mumbled an apology and pushed back Frodo's sweat soaked curls. As soon as he was finished comforting Frodo Strider fished around in his pack for the athelas. He frowned when he discovered that they didn't have a lot left but they would just have to make do with what they had.
Sam came back with the boiling water shortly and Strider crushed the leaves and threw them into the steaming water. Once again he dipped a cloth in the water and bathed the wound with it. Frodo sucked in a breath but as soon as the athelas' healing powers took effect he calmed down. Strider lifted Frodo and placed him back on Bill.
"Come, Sam." Strider said, "We must move fast."
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There's chapter two! Please R&R! Oh yeah, I shall be putting more Merry and Pippin in the next chapter :) The next chapter should be up by tomorow or the next day. Thanks for reading! :)