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Chapter Two: Blinded By the Light.
Jericho awoke to the sounds of the three men near her getting ready to leave. She peaked around the tree to see that one was facing right towards her. She quickly ducked back behind the tree.
"Hey Sam! I think something's watching us!" he said.
"Oh Pippin, you're just being paranoid. Come on we need to go, we're supposed to reach Crickhollow by tomorrow!" the assumed Sam answered. Jericho heard them walk off into the woods and back to the road.
Jericho paused before she followed. They were heading the opposite way she had come. She wondered if this 'Crickhollow' place would be very inviting of someone like her. 'Oh, what the hell!' she said to herself and set off after the 3 men keeping far enough behind and in the trees to not be seen or heard. Or so she thought.
They had stopped for their midday rest when she feeling very spent already fell asleep by the tree she was leaning upon. She awoke to hear whispering behind her where the three small men were talking.
"It's been following us all morning!" she heard one say.
"What are we to do? We don't even know what it is!" the one called Sam argued.
"It could be Gandalf!" the one from last night said hopefully.
"Gandalf wouldn't be hiding from us, Mr. Frodo," Sam reassured. She shifted nervously and caused some noise.
"Shhh..." one hushed, "It's listening." Jericho now feared for her life she began to crawl away. She stood up and began running towards the road. It was too late one of them had seen her.
"Hey!" one shouted. She continued running. They gave pursuit. She ran faster and blindly. She did not watch to see where she was going.
"Watch out!" they shouted she looked ahead of her just in time to see that she was running head long into a thorny vine. She hit the vine and fell to the ground screaming. She could only see red, and a few blurry shapes in front of her. They were saying something, but she could not tell what. She felt the world grow dark and soon she lost consciousness.
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"Where'd she come from?" asked the wise elf of Frodo.
"We don't know, she had followed us that morning and when we found her out she ran from us," he answered.
The elf placed his hands on the eyes of the young hobbit. She looked to be just out of her tweens, like Merry and Pippin. Frodo couldn't explain why she was there, and why she was so strangely dressed. It was as if she had borrowed clothes from a 'big folk.'
Things were a blur when she had run away. First he yelled at her to come back, then for her to watch out, and then she fell to the ground with that vine stuck to her face and blood running down onto the ground. Luckily the elves had found them and healed her as best as possible. It was thanks to Sam that she didn't bleed to death before they got there.
"She won't be able to see for a very long time," the elf told Frodo. Frodo nodded and watched as they laid the hobbit's body down gingerly. Pippin came up beside him.
"Who is she?" he asked.
"I don't know Pippin, I don't know," he answered as the girl murmured in her sleep.
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Jericho awoke to a wonderful array of smells and noises. She opened her eyes to see nothing. She tired again blinking.
"Don't strain your eyes," someone ordered. She jumped at his voice swinging towards where it came from. Her hand touched something.
"It's alright," someone soothed, "You've been wounded. The elves saved you, do you have a name?"
"Jericho," she whispered feeling around with her hands. She felt her hand land on someone's nose.
"I'm Merry," he replied putting his hand on her nose, "My friends brought you here. They found you in the forest spying on them. When you tried to run away from them to ran into something sharp and it cut your eyes. You can't see."
Jericho couldn't respond. She couldn't see? That's not right!
"They were found by some elves who saved you, they said that maybe someday you'd be able to see again, but not for a long time." Jericho began to cry.
"Where am I?" she sobbed.
"What do you mean where are you? You're in the East Farthing of the Shire, Crickhollow is the house," he explained to her.
"I don't know what you're talking about!" she yelled frustrated, she buried her head in her hands and began sobbing even harder. She felt a warm hand rub her back.
"I was at home in bed one moment, then I suddenly appear here with huge feet and pointy ears! Can you explain that?" she asked angrily.
"No," he answered she could hear the kindness in his voice which stopped her crying.
"Why are you here?" she asked.
"Because I'm going to make them take you with us to Rivendell."
"Rivendell?"
"A place with many elves, who will maybe, be able to make you see again."
"Elves?"
"Yes, don't tell me you don't know what elves are?"
"No, I do," Jericho felt strangely as if she'd read this somewhere in a book.
"Did you say that we're in the East Farthing of the Shire?" she asked quickly. Whipping around and accidentally hitting him lightly with her hand.
"Yes, what's wrong?" he asked.
"Is there a Fatty Bolger here?" she asked standing up and walking away blindly.
"Yes," he answered running after her and leading her through the doorway.
"And a Frodo, and Pippin, and Sam??" She stopped walking and put her hands on Merry's face.
"Yes! How do you know all of our names?"
"You are Meriadoc Brandybuck, you are a second cousin to Frodo, twice removed on his mother's side, and also related to Pippin, is that right?" she blindly moved her eyes around where she guessed his face was.
"Yes, how do you know this???"
Jericho turned around and walked off promptly tripping over her own feet. Merry rushed to her side. She felt around with her hands for his face.
"I've known about you since I was 12 years old!" she whispered. Merry didn't respond. She didn't have a clue what was going on.
"How???" he asked.
"It's...it's... not possible to explain to you, but I'm one of your biggest fans," she shook her head and smiled. She felt Merry stand up and walk away. She heard him call for his companions and soon could tell that they were all standing around her.
"Is she a friend or foe?" she heard Frodo ask.
"I don't know," Merry responded.
"She's just a young little lass," Sam defended.
"Yes, but Gandalf has said so many things about Sauron, I don't know what to make out about her." Frodo answered.
"I think she's scared," Pippin added.
Jericho looked around the room with every new speaker.
"Well, what do we do with her?" Sam asked.
"She isn't staying here with me!" Fatty exclaimed.
"But she can't go with us!" Frodo countered.
"But, the elves can help her," Merry offered, "We can take her with us to Rivendell and maybe they can help her see again!"
There wasn't a sound.
"I'm blind not deaf," Jericho snapped standing up. She put her hand out in front of her and felt around for one of the bodies that surrounded her.
"What if I don't want to go to Rivendell?" she asked.
"Don't you want to see again?" asked Merry from behind her.
"Yes, but you said that I'd be able to see again," she snapped, "Or did you lie?" She turned to face him the dim light falling on her eyes. She heard the others gasp. She closed her eyes and hung her head.
"What do they look like?" she whispered.
"It's not that bad," Pippin lied.
"You're lying, what do they look like?" she asked louder now.
"They're white..." murmured Fatty in a taunting manner, "A pale white that is lifeless and dead. It has the feel of death and the luminescence of the moon." Jericho felt her heart stop beating.
"It's not something to dwell upon." Frodo interrupted, "Now let us work out what we are to do, the Black riders are nigh and we must be off before daybreak." She felt a hand grasp her shoulder.
"I'll lead you," Merry whispered in her ear. She nodded her head and felt hot tears begin to stream down her face. Not only was she blind, but she was stuck in the one place she'd always wanted to be, and no one could stand to look at her.
Okay that's all folk's. Now's that time when you can review and tell me what you thought about it! Good luck and have fun!
Disclaimer: If I own it I'll let you know!
Chapter Two: Blinded By the Light.
Jericho awoke to the sounds of the three men near her getting ready to leave. She peaked around the tree to see that one was facing right towards her. She quickly ducked back behind the tree.
"Hey Sam! I think something's watching us!" he said.
"Oh Pippin, you're just being paranoid. Come on we need to go, we're supposed to reach Crickhollow by tomorrow!" the assumed Sam answered. Jericho heard them walk off into the woods and back to the road.
Jericho paused before she followed. They were heading the opposite way she had come. She wondered if this 'Crickhollow' place would be very inviting of someone like her. 'Oh, what the hell!' she said to herself and set off after the 3 men keeping far enough behind and in the trees to not be seen or heard. Or so she thought.
They had stopped for their midday rest when she feeling very spent already fell asleep by the tree she was leaning upon. She awoke to hear whispering behind her where the three small men were talking.
"It's been following us all morning!" she heard one say.
"What are we to do? We don't even know what it is!" the one called Sam argued.
"It could be Gandalf!" the one from last night said hopefully.
"Gandalf wouldn't be hiding from us, Mr. Frodo," Sam reassured. She shifted nervously and caused some noise.
"Shhh..." one hushed, "It's listening." Jericho now feared for her life she began to crawl away. She stood up and began running towards the road. It was too late one of them had seen her.
"Hey!" one shouted. She continued running. They gave pursuit. She ran faster and blindly. She did not watch to see where she was going.
"Watch out!" they shouted she looked ahead of her just in time to see that she was running head long into a thorny vine. She hit the vine and fell to the ground screaming. She could only see red, and a few blurry shapes in front of her. They were saying something, but she could not tell what. She felt the world grow dark and soon she lost consciousness.
()
"Where'd she come from?" asked the wise elf of Frodo.
"We don't know, she had followed us that morning and when we found her out she ran from us," he answered.
The elf placed his hands on the eyes of the young hobbit. She looked to be just out of her tweens, like Merry and Pippin. Frodo couldn't explain why she was there, and why she was so strangely dressed. It was as if she had borrowed clothes from a 'big folk.'
Things were a blur when she had run away. First he yelled at her to come back, then for her to watch out, and then she fell to the ground with that vine stuck to her face and blood running down onto the ground. Luckily the elves had found them and healed her as best as possible. It was thanks to Sam that she didn't bleed to death before they got there.
"She won't be able to see for a very long time," the elf told Frodo. Frodo nodded and watched as they laid the hobbit's body down gingerly. Pippin came up beside him.
"Who is she?" he asked.
"I don't know Pippin, I don't know," he answered as the girl murmured in her sleep.
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Jericho awoke to a wonderful array of smells and noises. She opened her eyes to see nothing. She tired again blinking.
"Don't strain your eyes," someone ordered. She jumped at his voice swinging towards where it came from. Her hand touched something.
"It's alright," someone soothed, "You've been wounded. The elves saved you, do you have a name?"
"Jericho," she whispered feeling around with her hands. She felt her hand land on someone's nose.
"I'm Merry," he replied putting his hand on her nose, "My friends brought you here. They found you in the forest spying on them. When you tried to run away from them to ran into something sharp and it cut your eyes. You can't see."
Jericho couldn't respond. She couldn't see? That's not right!
"They were found by some elves who saved you, they said that maybe someday you'd be able to see again, but not for a long time." Jericho began to cry.
"Where am I?" she sobbed.
"What do you mean where are you? You're in the East Farthing of the Shire, Crickhollow is the house," he explained to her.
"I don't know what you're talking about!" she yelled frustrated, she buried her head in her hands and began sobbing even harder. She felt a warm hand rub her back.
"I was at home in bed one moment, then I suddenly appear here with huge feet and pointy ears! Can you explain that?" she asked angrily.
"No," he answered she could hear the kindness in his voice which stopped her crying.
"Why are you here?" she asked.
"Because I'm going to make them take you with us to Rivendell."
"Rivendell?"
"A place with many elves, who will maybe, be able to make you see again."
"Elves?"
"Yes, don't tell me you don't know what elves are?"
"No, I do," Jericho felt strangely as if she'd read this somewhere in a book.
"Did you say that we're in the East Farthing of the Shire?" she asked quickly. Whipping around and accidentally hitting him lightly with her hand.
"Yes, what's wrong?" he asked.
"Is there a Fatty Bolger here?" she asked standing up and walking away blindly.
"Yes," he answered running after her and leading her through the doorway.
"And a Frodo, and Pippin, and Sam??" She stopped walking and put her hands on Merry's face.
"Yes! How do you know all of our names?"
"You are Meriadoc Brandybuck, you are a second cousin to Frodo, twice removed on his mother's side, and also related to Pippin, is that right?" she blindly moved her eyes around where she guessed his face was.
"Yes, how do you know this???"
Jericho turned around and walked off promptly tripping over her own feet. Merry rushed to her side. She felt around with her hands for his face.
"I've known about you since I was 12 years old!" she whispered. Merry didn't respond. She didn't have a clue what was going on.
"How???" he asked.
"It's...it's... not possible to explain to you, but I'm one of your biggest fans," she shook her head and smiled. She felt Merry stand up and walk away. She heard him call for his companions and soon could tell that they were all standing around her.
"Is she a friend or foe?" she heard Frodo ask.
"I don't know," Merry responded.
"She's just a young little lass," Sam defended.
"Yes, but Gandalf has said so many things about Sauron, I don't know what to make out about her." Frodo answered.
"I think she's scared," Pippin added.
Jericho looked around the room with every new speaker.
"Well, what do we do with her?" Sam asked.
"She isn't staying here with me!" Fatty exclaimed.
"But she can't go with us!" Frodo countered.
"But, the elves can help her," Merry offered, "We can take her with us to Rivendell and maybe they can help her see again!"
There wasn't a sound.
"I'm blind not deaf," Jericho snapped standing up. She put her hand out in front of her and felt around for one of the bodies that surrounded her.
"What if I don't want to go to Rivendell?" she asked.
"Don't you want to see again?" asked Merry from behind her.
"Yes, but you said that I'd be able to see again," she snapped, "Or did you lie?" She turned to face him the dim light falling on her eyes. She heard the others gasp. She closed her eyes and hung her head.
"What do they look like?" she whispered.
"It's not that bad," Pippin lied.
"You're lying, what do they look like?" she asked louder now.
"They're white..." murmured Fatty in a taunting manner, "A pale white that is lifeless and dead. It has the feel of death and the luminescence of the moon." Jericho felt her heart stop beating.
"It's not something to dwell upon." Frodo interrupted, "Now let us work out what we are to do, the Black riders are nigh and we must be off before daybreak." She felt a hand grasp her shoulder.
"I'll lead you," Merry whispered in her ear. She nodded her head and felt hot tears begin to stream down her face. Not only was she blind, but she was stuck in the one place she'd always wanted to be, and no one could stand to look at her.
Okay that's all folk's. Now's that time when you can review and tell me what you thought about it! Good luck and have fun!