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Chapter 2
When Legolas gave her an odd stare because of her refusal, she said, "I'm sorry, if I got help, I could not dismount, for I have never been helped before." Legolas smiled. "In that case, the next time you dismount, let me help you, and you shall learn."
Ivy supported Frodo in her arms. He still felt weak enough that he needed a bit of help. Legolas looked over at them. "Frodo, I suggest we get you somewhere where you can rest," Legolas said, and after Lhunkaliel grabbed Koto, led them into the depths of Mirkwood.
Legolas brought them all to a great tree, and he whistled. A rope ladder fell from up above in the tremendous heights. Lhunkaliel saw a bit of fear in the hobbits' eyes. Legolas waited as they all started to climb then came up him self. When they got to the top, after passing through many boughs, they came to a platform, and could see many rope bridges connecting the trees. A few Elves were staring after them, curious. Legolas led them over a few bridges before stopping. "Welcome to my home," he said. The building they were in was huge, and there were walls on all sides, and a ceiling above. There were doors on three sides, and they branched off to other buildings of the house in other trees.
Frodo would have been uncomfortable, and Ivy as well, but since there were walls on all sides and a ceiling above their heads, and sturdy ground to walk on, the hobbits felt as comfortable up in the air as they did down on the ground, which was surprising. Frodo cast his eyes about. "I've never been here, before," he stated. "When my uncle Bilbo went to Mirkwood, he described as a deep, dark, evil place, but I can see that's in the past now."
"The shadow of darkness has passed away from these lands. Now we live among the boughs of the trees, as in Lothlorien," Legolas stated. Lhunkaliel was amazed at the place, and stared up at the ceiling in wonder. Sunlight was shining through shafts or something, it seemed. "I see you have noticed that the ceiling is really the bows of the tree."
Frodo and Ivy glanced upward at the bows, feeling a bit uncomfortable now that they knew they were up high. Hobbits didn't do well with heights. Frodo shifted from one foot to the other. "Legolas...Gandalf brought Lhunkaliel here for someone to change her life. Do you know...what that means?" asked Frodo, deciding coming to the point would be quicker.
"I donnot know," Legolas responded. "I honestly donnot know...." he took a quick glance at Lhunkaliel who was scratching her head. "Frodo, are you alright now?" Legolas asked, turning back.
Frodo unconsciously put a hand to the wound on his chest, but he nodded silently. Most of the pain was gone, now only a dull throb was still left, though it didn't bother him completely; and he knew there was nothing else to be done about it.
"If you feel any more pain, tell someone immediately," Legolas said, his voice serious. Lhunkaliel couldn't help but stare. "Well, well, seems we've made acquaintances already." Lhunkaliel spun around and smiled. "Gandalf, you're quick." "I am.....I am?" Lhunkaliel gave him a flat look.
"Gandalf!" Frodo exclaimed like he usually did, but thankfully he didn't make a scene of running over and hugging the old man. If any of Frodo's cousins were with him at that one particular moment, Pippin, or Merry would have said, "I'm hungry, is it meal-time yet?" So that's what Frodo said.
"If it is food you desire, then I will take you to it," Legolas said. "Welcome, Mithrandir, it has been a long time," he said, turning back to Gandalf. "Legolas, it is a pleasure to be amid your country again." Legolas smiled. "Now, would the rest of you like food?"
Frodo and Ivy nodded their heads gingerly, and then quickly began to descend the rope ladders, careful not to look down. "Come along!" cried Ivy...already at the bottom.
"We are coming," Gandalf said, and began to descend, but Lhunkaliel reminded him that he was slow. Gandalf glared at her as she grabbed the sides and, while holding onto the rope sides, slid down to the bottom. "Is she an Elf?" Legolas asked, looking at how she had done that. "No," Gandalf said. "I don't know what she is. Something from Mordor, I think." Legolas gave him a weird look, then jumped down to the ground as Gandalf made slow progress down the ladder.
Frodo and Ivy began walking down the trail that twisted and turned through the forest. It was dark, very dark, for the trees were thick on the tops and thick on the bottoms, but every once in awhile there was a slight break in the canopy, and a slit of light would peer in. It was a peaceful sight. Finally they came to a large glade, where they heard voices, cheering and laughter. Frodo stepped into the glade, casting his eyes about. "It's a banquet," he said, unnecessarily. Ivy nodded her head. "I realized that, Frodo."
Legolas, Gandalf, and Lhunkaliel walked behind them. Gandalf smiled. "I always thought those two were meant to be friends, no matter what time dealt them." Lhunkaliel laughed as she came up. Legolas stood next to her. "M'Lady, would you join me for dinner?" Lhunkaliel looked up at the Elf, not knowing exactly how to respond, but nodded out of kindness.
Meanwhile the hobbits had already found seats at the giant table that took up part of the glade. In the middle of the table were rows and rows of delectable dishes, most very foreign to what the hobbits were used to eating...but they dug in anyway. They played a game, telling each other what to eat. That was how odd-looking the food was; but it was delicious, and there were no injuries.
Legolas led Lhunkaliel up to the front where an Elf was sitting. He smiled when he saw them coming. "Hello, father," Legolas said. The Elf smiled and responded, "Hello, Legolas. Who is this that you have brought?" "This is Lhunkaliel," Legolas responded. Lhunkaliel looked around cluelessly, trying to find another named Lhunkaliel. "Lhunkaliel, this is my father, King Thranduil." Lhunkaliel's eyes widened, but she bowed politely. "You are welcome here as long as you wish, you and your company," the kings said. Lhunkaliel raised herself and smiled, looking back over at the hobbits who were shoving different things on each other's plates.
After awhile of their game the hobbits grew very full. Frodo was just about to reach across the table to pour himself more water, when he felt a sudden pang at his chest, again. "Er..." he muttered to himself, casting his eyes down at the table. "Frodo, what's wrong?" Ivy asked, setting down her cup. "Nothing, nothing," he murmured, but as to contradict his words he pushed back his chair and made for the forest again, to be alone. There he sat at a tree's great roots, gritting his teeth, a hand placed over the scar where the Witch-king blade had marked him.
"You never told me you were a prince!" Lhunkaliel exclaimed. "You never asked," Legolas said, smiling. "So, then, this is....your father's kingdom?" Lhunkaliel asked in amazement. Legolas nodded. "That's amazing. I'm honored to sit with you then." Suddenly, Frodo got out of his seat and rushed away, but they, and Ivy, were the only one's to noticed. They all looked at each other, and decided that they had better follow him.
Ivy ran over to the area where she had seen Frodo disappear. Soon she found him hunched over by the tree. "Frodo!" she exclaimed, running over to him and sitting by his side. Frodo glanced over at her, his pupils small and his breathing heavy. "I...I can feel his blade..." he whispered, and then he made a moan and clutched onto his chest harder.
Legolas and Lhunkaliel darted into the scene and saw this. Legolas rushed over to Frodo's side, and saw what he was clutching. "Frodo, I'm going to take you to get help!" he said, and picked up the hobbit. Lhunkaliel looked over at Frodo, panicking, unsure of what was going on and why. But she could feel that something evil was looming near them.
The next morning when Frodo woke up, he was tucked into a cot, though he didn't quite know where he was. He glanced around and finally decided he was back in Legolas's tree. The scar on his chest wasn't hurting any longer, and there was no dull throb of pain at all. But as soon as he began thinking of going back to the Shire once and for all, and quit having these...adventures...another thought struck him hard, as if he could not think of anything else. Destroy...destroy...was the word that kept on repeating in his mind. Frodo tried to fight off the alien thoughts, but all with no avail. He began to giggle softly in his cot.
Lhunkaliel watched Ivy leaning against the door to Legolas's place, sleeping. Gandalf was looming around, and so was Legolas, who kept glancing at the tree, his ears twitching to every sound. "I hear a fowl laughter," Legolas said softly, then rushed over to the door. Shaking Ivy gently, and when she got out of the way, he rushed inside and stopped in his tacks.
Frodo was still giggling softly, but he stopped abruptly when he saw Legolas. "Oh, hello, Legolas," said Frodo softly, rolling over on his back.
Legolas stared for a moment, Lhunkaliel rushing inside, her eyes narrow. Ivy and Gandalf entered as well. Lhunkaliel looked around. Legolas looked over at her. She leaned up to his ear and whispered, "There is something evil in this room." Legolas looked at her with surprised curiosity, then nodded. "I feel it too."
Frodo edged up till he was in a sitting position, and glanced over all of them. He looked perfectly normal and healthy, though his eyes were a tad darker than they usually were, as if it was dark all around him, or he was looking at a storm. "What's wrong?" he asked.
Everyone was silent for a moment, then Lhunkaliel stepped forward. "That scar....It came from an evil blade, did it not?" she asked.
Frodo glanced down at where the scar was underneath his cotton shirt. "Yes, it came from the Witch-king," said Frodo, his voice down to a murmur now. He was fiddling with his hands uncomfortably.
"And the Witch-king was a servant of Sauron?" Lhunkaliel asked again, seeing the fumbling movements, knowing that something was not right, and her suspicions were telling her that the evil was coming from around the hobbit.
Frodo was looking down at the ground now, so that his curly brown hair was obstructing the view of his face. "Yes..." he whispered, looking back up at Lhunkaliel sharply. "Sauron, is still alive."
Lhunkaliel threw back her cloak and drew a concealed sword. "Leave at once, Sauron, or I will destroy you."
Ivy heard the word destroy, and saw the sword in Lhunkaliel's hands, and jumped in front of her before she could do anything or think of doing more than draw her sword. "No!" she cried. "Even if you kill Sauron, you will be killing Frodo along with him!" she shouted, on the verge of tears, though she held them in, for now.
Lhunkaliel looked down at Ivy, then smiled slightly. "I will not kill Frodo, it is Sauron who I will destroy. Trust me, Gandalf has taught me plenty of ways."
Ivy looked down at the ground silently and nodded her head, glancing over at Frodo with worry in her eyes and then backing up to the place she stood before. Frodo, or Frodo's body, was glaring at Lhunkaliel now. "No," he hissed, standing up with some difficulty.
Lhunkaliel glared at Frodo. "Sauron, leave him now! I donnot know how you came back, but I will vanquish you at all costs except for his life. Now leave!"
Frodo tottered a little closer to Lhunkaliel, a sneer on his face. "No," he repeated, and then before anyone could stop him he ran over to the rope ladder and began to climb down it.
"You cannot get away so easily!" Lhunkaliel cried, and followed after him. She flung herself over the side and, while holding the rope ladder, slid down to where Frodo was. She grabbed his hand.
"Let go of me!" Frodo cried, wrenching at his hand. He pulled his hand a little too hard, so that when he wrenched it out he fell back, from the rope ladder, onto the ground below. There was a gruesome crack and a low moan, and then all was silent. Frodo's arm was twisted behind his back in an excruciating angle.
Lhunkaliel dropped to the ground and rushed to Frodo. She no longer felt the evil presence. She looked at the way his arm was twisted and grimaced at the site. Soon, everyone else was down with them.
Ivy saw Frodo, and came running over to him. "Frodo...are you...?" but she decided that asking wouldn't help, so instead she helped Frodo up into a sitting position. Frodo grimaced when the weight was released from it, and then he looked up at Lhunkaliel and the rest around him. "What happened?" he asked, a tremor in his voice.
"We will explain in a moment. Come, we must get your arm healed," Gandalf said. He struck out his staff and the others moved away. After muttering a few words, the rod glowed, then, so did Frodo's arm.
In a few seconds Frodo felt the pain releasing gradually, and then soon it looked as it did before. He bent it several times, just to see that it was in working order, and then smiled up at Gandalf. "Thank you," he said. "But...please...tell me what happened. It will be haunting my mind for the rest of the day if you don't tell me soon, and then I shall go mad."
Lhunkaliel glanced over at Ivy, seeing relief in her face, then explained the story to him. When she was finished, everyone was silent.
Frodo's eyes were widened in shock, but he gulped and shook his head slowly. "I'm so sorry," he murmured, clasping his hands together. "Now that I recall, it was as if someone was pushing my mind away into a dark corner, and filling my head again with evil intentions." He gulped a second time. "I hope that won't happen again."
"Well, if it does, we should be prepared. Tell us if your wound ever hurts again, as it might be another attempt to enter you," Gandalf said, "And be on guard, because Sauron is very smart, and will find other ways to get into you, and we might not have the luck of your wound telling you." He turned to Lhunkaliel. "What good would a sword have done, anyway?" "Have you learned nothing of me?" Lhunkaliel sighed. "This sword was handed to me a long time ago, and it controls my abilities without the risk of harm or having them go out of control. It would have merely directed them."
Ivy walked over to Frodo and put her hand in his, to comfort him, for his eyes were wide again as he was thinking. "It's okay, Frodo, just tell us when you think something is wrong," she said, trying to smile at him in a relaxed way so as not to frighten him. Frodo nodded silently. "I think I need to spend some time alone," he whispered, smiling over at Ivy. "But yes, I promise with my life that I'll tell you when something is wrong." Ivy nodded, and Frodo walked away into the forest again, sitting by a tree stump. He began to laugh silently. "Gullible fools..." he whispered. He had promised on his life...though Sauron was not living and not yet dead.
Lhunkaliel watch with unsure eyes. As Frodo disappeared, she could have sworn that the light around Frodo was black. She could feel faint traces of evil, but let it pass, for she always felt evil presences here and there. It was some kind of gift she had. A light touch on her shoulder drew her eyes away. She looked up at Legolas behind her, who was staring after Frodo. "You know something is still wrong," he said quietly. Lhunkaliel nodded, then looked over at Gandalf who was watching with unsure eyes as well.
Ivy watched Frodo go and then turned to Lhunkaliel. "Frodo said, he promised me with his life that he would tell me when something's wrong," she whispered. "Somehow...that doesn't seem...right." There was an unsure look in her eyes.
"Something's still wrong," Gandalf said. He looked over at Lhunkaliel. "You are my apprentice, why not see what you can do?" Lhunkaliel glared at Gandalf. "I'm still not as good as you. I've never dealt with Sauron, yet you have, and you tell me to deal with him? You lunatic!" "Get going, Lhunkaliel," Gandalf said, and pushed her forward. Lhunkaliel gave Gandalf a cold glare, then turned. "Would anyone else like to come?"
Ivy stepped forward. "I'll go with you," she said. She began to walk in the direction of where Frodo had gone. Soon she found him by the stump, his head leaned back. He was apparently sound asleep. She walked cautiously to him, glancing backward at Lhunkaliel, and then continuing on. "Frodo...?" She began but the hobbit snapped his eyes open, stood up, caught her, and put Sting up to her throat. "Don't. Move," he hissed in her ear, glancing up at Lhunkaliel. "Kill me and I kill her," said Frodo; the innocent act had disappeared.
"You certainly have a way of slipping enough out of his body so that we can't feel you," Lhunkaliel said. "But you won't do this anymore! Let Ivy go!" Behind her Gandalf and Legolas had appeared, watching in the shadows.
"Why should I let Ivy go?" asked Frodo, holding onto Ivy tighter, the sword still held steady. "All you'll do is banish me from the body I seek vengeance on." His eyes were glittering darkly now, in the gloomy light of the forest.
Lhunkaliel's sword was still in hand. She raised it in front of her, and words in Elvish began to snake around it. "By my powers, I command you, BE GONE!" she yelled, and thrust her sword forward. A narrow beam of light issued from the tip, and right onto Ivy, but Frodo suddenly screeched and dropped the hobbit.
He toppled down to ground and laid there for awhile, and then finally raised his head to see Ivy and Lhunkaliel staring at him. "Where...am I...?" he whispered, staggering up. "What happened? I can't remember anything...where is the banquet...?"
Gandalf grinned. "He's back to normal now. Sauron would certainly not think of food as a priority." "Well, Gandalf, how did I do?" Lhunkaliel asked, jumping in front of him. "How did you know I was here?" "I can feel your presence, O wise one!" she said, tapping his forehead. Gandalf glared. "Tell me what you did then," he said. "I used my powers to get rid of the evil, but it passed through Ivy because there was none in her. That girl has got to be the most innocent girl I know."
"Oh..." said Ivy, coloring slightly and looking down at the ground. Frodo smiled and took her hand gently. "What happened?" he asked again.
The others sighed and explained what happened. Then, there was another silence.
Frodo shifted from one foot to the other uncomfortably, staring down at the ground. "I can't recall anything at all," he said, finally. "Though I do remember..." he lifted up his arm. "A pain, in my arm..." he glanced upward at the people around him.
"If I ever get my hands on Sauron....." Lhunkaliel muttered. Legolas looked at her with an odd look. "But there is no way you can actually lay hands on him," he said. Lhunkaliel looked up at Legolas, and shrugged. He smiled and patted her head. Lhunkaliel stared at him blankly.
Frodo frowned worriedly. "But didn't...didn't you kill Sauron?" he asked, gripping on to Ivy's hand tighter.
"I'm afraid not, Frodo. I don't think you can kill him. But if I did attempt to kill him, it would have killed you. Your body can't handle what Sauron can't." Lhunkaliel sighed, then looked back at Legolas. "I don't think he'll be back for a while, so let's change this into a positive atmosphere!" she said, then patted Legolas's head. He watched with huge eyes as she laughed and ran off to the hobbits.
Frodo patted his belly and then glanced over at Ivy and Lhunkaliel. "I think I'm hungry."
To Be Continued
What is auto setup? :D Woah Pretty colors Bob went up and down
I can't think At all It sucks I want to fall But then again I have no friends So That Great
Plot: There is a new evil, Gollum returns. (NO) (OKAY ,MAYBE) Legolas eats himself (NOOOO) Frodo has a wetting problem. (DEFINETELY.....NO) Someone tries to take over Frodo. The first symptom is that his chest starts to hurt. Disclaimer: This was our editing while making this story. It helped us with the plot, a lot.
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Chapter 2
When Legolas gave her an odd stare because of her refusal, she said, "I'm sorry, if I got help, I could not dismount, for I have never been helped before." Legolas smiled. "In that case, the next time you dismount, let me help you, and you shall learn."
Ivy supported Frodo in her arms. He still felt weak enough that he needed a bit of help. Legolas looked over at them. "Frodo, I suggest we get you somewhere where you can rest," Legolas said, and after Lhunkaliel grabbed Koto, led them into the depths of Mirkwood.
Legolas brought them all to a great tree, and he whistled. A rope ladder fell from up above in the tremendous heights. Lhunkaliel saw a bit of fear in the hobbits' eyes. Legolas waited as they all started to climb then came up him self. When they got to the top, after passing through many boughs, they came to a platform, and could see many rope bridges connecting the trees. A few Elves were staring after them, curious. Legolas led them over a few bridges before stopping. "Welcome to my home," he said. The building they were in was huge, and there were walls on all sides, and a ceiling above. There were doors on three sides, and they branched off to other buildings of the house in other trees.
Frodo would have been uncomfortable, and Ivy as well, but since there were walls on all sides and a ceiling above their heads, and sturdy ground to walk on, the hobbits felt as comfortable up in the air as they did down on the ground, which was surprising. Frodo cast his eyes about. "I've never been here, before," he stated. "When my uncle Bilbo went to Mirkwood, he described as a deep, dark, evil place, but I can see that's in the past now."
"The shadow of darkness has passed away from these lands. Now we live among the boughs of the trees, as in Lothlorien," Legolas stated. Lhunkaliel was amazed at the place, and stared up at the ceiling in wonder. Sunlight was shining through shafts or something, it seemed. "I see you have noticed that the ceiling is really the bows of the tree."
Frodo and Ivy glanced upward at the bows, feeling a bit uncomfortable now that they knew they were up high. Hobbits didn't do well with heights. Frodo shifted from one foot to the other. "Legolas...Gandalf brought Lhunkaliel here for someone to change her life. Do you know...what that means?" asked Frodo, deciding coming to the point would be quicker.
"I donnot know," Legolas responded. "I honestly donnot know...." he took a quick glance at Lhunkaliel who was scratching her head. "Frodo, are you alright now?" Legolas asked, turning back.
Frodo unconsciously put a hand to the wound on his chest, but he nodded silently. Most of the pain was gone, now only a dull throb was still left, though it didn't bother him completely; and he knew there was nothing else to be done about it.
"If you feel any more pain, tell someone immediately," Legolas said, his voice serious. Lhunkaliel couldn't help but stare. "Well, well, seems we've made acquaintances already." Lhunkaliel spun around and smiled. "Gandalf, you're quick." "I am.....I am?" Lhunkaliel gave him a flat look.
"Gandalf!" Frodo exclaimed like he usually did, but thankfully he didn't make a scene of running over and hugging the old man. If any of Frodo's cousins were with him at that one particular moment, Pippin, or Merry would have said, "I'm hungry, is it meal-time yet?" So that's what Frodo said.
"If it is food you desire, then I will take you to it," Legolas said. "Welcome, Mithrandir, it has been a long time," he said, turning back to Gandalf. "Legolas, it is a pleasure to be amid your country again." Legolas smiled. "Now, would the rest of you like food?"
Frodo and Ivy nodded their heads gingerly, and then quickly began to descend the rope ladders, careful not to look down. "Come along!" cried Ivy...already at the bottom.
"We are coming," Gandalf said, and began to descend, but Lhunkaliel reminded him that he was slow. Gandalf glared at her as she grabbed the sides and, while holding onto the rope sides, slid down to the bottom. "Is she an Elf?" Legolas asked, looking at how she had done that. "No," Gandalf said. "I don't know what she is. Something from Mordor, I think." Legolas gave him a weird look, then jumped down to the ground as Gandalf made slow progress down the ladder.
Frodo and Ivy began walking down the trail that twisted and turned through the forest. It was dark, very dark, for the trees were thick on the tops and thick on the bottoms, but every once in awhile there was a slight break in the canopy, and a slit of light would peer in. It was a peaceful sight. Finally they came to a large glade, where they heard voices, cheering and laughter. Frodo stepped into the glade, casting his eyes about. "It's a banquet," he said, unnecessarily. Ivy nodded her head. "I realized that, Frodo."
Legolas, Gandalf, and Lhunkaliel walked behind them. Gandalf smiled. "I always thought those two were meant to be friends, no matter what time dealt them." Lhunkaliel laughed as she came up. Legolas stood next to her. "M'Lady, would you join me for dinner?" Lhunkaliel looked up at the Elf, not knowing exactly how to respond, but nodded out of kindness.
Meanwhile the hobbits had already found seats at the giant table that took up part of the glade. In the middle of the table were rows and rows of delectable dishes, most very foreign to what the hobbits were used to eating...but they dug in anyway. They played a game, telling each other what to eat. That was how odd-looking the food was; but it was delicious, and there were no injuries.
Legolas led Lhunkaliel up to the front where an Elf was sitting. He smiled when he saw them coming. "Hello, father," Legolas said. The Elf smiled and responded, "Hello, Legolas. Who is this that you have brought?" "This is Lhunkaliel," Legolas responded. Lhunkaliel looked around cluelessly, trying to find another named Lhunkaliel. "Lhunkaliel, this is my father, King Thranduil." Lhunkaliel's eyes widened, but she bowed politely. "You are welcome here as long as you wish, you and your company," the kings said. Lhunkaliel raised herself and smiled, looking back over at the hobbits who were shoving different things on each other's plates.
After awhile of their game the hobbits grew very full. Frodo was just about to reach across the table to pour himself more water, when he felt a sudden pang at his chest, again. "Er..." he muttered to himself, casting his eyes down at the table. "Frodo, what's wrong?" Ivy asked, setting down her cup. "Nothing, nothing," he murmured, but as to contradict his words he pushed back his chair and made for the forest again, to be alone. There he sat at a tree's great roots, gritting his teeth, a hand placed over the scar where the Witch-king blade had marked him.
"You never told me you were a prince!" Lhunkaliel exclaimed. "You never asked," Legolas said, smiling. "So, then, this is....your father's kingdom?" Lhunkaliel asked in amazement. Legolas nodded. "That's amazing. I'm honored to sit with you then." Suddenly, Frodo got out of his seat and rushed away, but they, and Ivy, were the only one's to noticed. They all looked at each other, and decided that they had better follow him.
Ivy ran over to the area where she had seen Frodo disappear. Soon she found him hunched over by the tree. "Frodo!" she exclaimed, running over to him and sitting by his side. Frodo glanced over at her, his pupils small and his breathing heavy. "I...I can feel his blade..." he whispered, and then he made a moan and clutched onto his chest harder.
Legolas and Lhunkaliel darted into the scene and saw this. Legolas rushed over to Frodo's side, and saw what he was clutching. "Frodo, I'm going to take you to get help!" he said, and picked up the hobbit. Lhunkaliel looked over at Frodo, panicking, unsure of what was going on and why. But she could feel that something evil was looming near them.
The next morning when Frodo woke up, he was tucked into a cot, though he didn't quite know where he was. He glanced around and finally decided he was back in Legolas's tree. The scar on his chest wasn't hurting any longer, and there was no dull throb of pain at all. But as soon as he began thinking of going back to the Shire once and for all, and quit having these...adventures...another thought struck him hard, as if he could not think of anything else. Destroy...destroy...was the word that kept on repeating in his mind. Frodo tried to fight off the alien thoughts, but all with no avail. He began to giggle softly in his cot.
Lhunkaliel watched Ivy leaning against the door to Legolas's place, sleeping. Gandalf was looming around, and so was Legolas, who kept glancing at the tree, his ears twitching to every sound. "I hear a fowl laughter," Legolas said softly, then rushed over to the door. Shaking Ivy gently, and when she got out of the way, he rushed inside and stopped in his tacks.
Frodo was still giggling softly, but he stopped abruptly when he saw Legolas. "Oh, hello, Legolas," said Frodo softly, rolling over on his back.
Legolas stared for a moment, Lhunkaliel rushing inside, her eyes narrow. Ivy and Gandalf entered as well. Lhunkaliel looked around. Legolas looked over at her. She leaned up to his ear and whispered, "There is something evil in this room." Legolas looked at her with surprised curiosity, then nodded. "I feel it too."
Frodo edged up till he was in a sitting position, and glanced over all of them. He looked perfectly normal and healthy, though his eyes were a tad darker than they usually were, as if it was dark all around him, or he was looking at a storm. "What's wrong?" he asked.
Everyone was silent for a moment, then Lhunkaliel stepped forward. "That scar....It came from an evil blade, did it not?" she asked.
Frodo glanced down at where the scar was underneath his cotton shirt. "Yes, it came from the Witch-king," said Frodo, his voice down to a murmur now. He was fiddling with his hands uncomfortably.
"And the Witch-king was a servant of Sauron?" Lhunkaliel asked again, seeing the fumbling movements, knowing that something was not right, and her suspicions were telling her that the evil was coming from around the hobbit.
Frodo was looking down at the ground now, so that his curly brown hair was obstructing the view of his face. "Yes..." he whispered, looking back up at Lhunkaliel sharply. "Sauron, is still alive."
Lhunkaliel threw back her cloak and drew a concealed sword. "Leave at once, Sauron, or I will destroy you."
Ivy heard the word destroy, and saw the sword in Lhunkaliel's hands, and jumped in front of her before she could do anything or think of doing more than draw her sword. "No!" she cried. "Even if you kill Sauron, you will be killing Frodo along with him!" she shouted, on the verge of tears, though she held them in, for now.
Lhunkaliel looked down at Ivy, then smiled slightly. "I will not kill Frodo, it is Sauron who I will destroy. Trust me, Gandalf has taught me plenty of ways."
Ivy looked down at the ground silently and nodded her head, glancing over at Frodo with worry in her eyes and then backing up to the place she stood before. Frodo, or Frodo's body, was glaring at Lhunkaliel now. "No," he hissed, standing up with some difficulty.
Lhunkaliel glared at Frodo. "Sauron, leave him now! I donnot know how you came back, but I will vanquish you at all costs except for his life. Now leave!"
Frodo tottered a little closer to Lhunkaliel, a sneer on his face. "No," he repeated, and then before anyone could stop him he ran over to the rope ladder and began to climb down it.
"You cannot get away so easily!" Lhunkaliel cried, and followed after him. She flung herself over the side and, while holding the rope ladder, slid down to where Frodo was. She grabbed his hand.
"Let go of me!" Frodo cried, wrenching at his hand. He pulled his hand a little too hard, so that when he wrenched it out he fell back, from the rope ladder, onto the ground below. There was a gruesome crack and a low moan, and then all was silent. Frodo's arm was twisted behind his back in an excruciating angle.
Lhunkaliel dropped to the ground and rushed to Frodo. She no longer felt the evil presence. She looked at the way his arm was twisted and grimaced at the site. Soon, everyone else was down with them.
Ivy saw Frodo, and came running over to him. "Frodo...are you...?" but she decided that asking wouldn't help, so instead she helped Frodo up into a sitting position. Frodo grimaced when the weight was released from it, and then he looked up at Lhunkaliel and the rest around him. "What happened?" he asked, a tremor in his voice.
"We will explain in a moment. Come, we must get your arm healed," Gandalf said. He struck out his staff and the others moved away. After muttering a few words, the rod glowed, then, so did Frodo's arm.
In a few seconds Frodo felt the pain releasing gradually, and then soon it looked as it did before. He bent it several times, just to see that it was in working order, and then smiled up at Gandalf. "Thank you," he said. "But...please...tell me what happened. It will be haunting my mind for the rest of the day if you don't tell me soon, and then I shall go mad."
Lhunkaliel glanced over at Ivy, seeing relief in her face, then explained the story to him. When she was finished, everyone was silent.
Frodo's eyes were widened in shock, but he gulped and shook his head slowly. "I'm so sorry," he murmured, clasping his hands together. "Now that I recall, it was as if someone was pushing my mind away into a dark corner, and filling my head again with evil intentions." He gulped a second time. "I hope that won't happen again."
"Well, if it does, we should be prepared. Tell us if your wound ever hurts again, as it might be another attempt to enter you," Gandalf said, "And be on guard, because Sauron is very smart, and will find other ways to get into you, and we might not have the luck of your wound telling you." He turned to Lhunkaliel. "What good would a sword have done, anyway?" "Have you learned nothing of me?" Lhunkaliel sighed. "This sword was handed to me a long time ago, and it controls my abilities without the risk of harm or having them go out of control. It would have merely directed them."
Ivy walked over to Frodo and put her hand in his, to comfort him, for his eyes were wide again as he was thinking. "It's okay, Frodo, just tell us when you think something is wrong," she said, trying to smile at him in a relaxed way so as not to frighten him. Frodo nodded silently. "I think I need to spend some time alone," he whispered, smiling over at Ivy. "But yes, I promise with my life that I'll tell you when something is wrong." Ivy nodded, and Frodo walked away into the forest again, sitting by a tree stump. He began to laugh silently. "Gullible fools..." he whispered. He had promised on his life...though Sauron was not living and not yet dead.
Lhunkaliel watch with unsure eyes. As Frodo disappeared, she could have sworn that the light around Frodo was black. She could feel faint traces of evil, but let it pass, for she always felt evil presences here and there. It was some kind of gift she had. A light touch on her shoulder drew her eyes away. She looked up at Legolas behind her, who was staring after Frodo. "You know something is still wrong," he said quietly. Lhunkaliel nodded, then looked over at Gandalf who was watching with unsure eyes as well.
Ivy watched Frodo go and then turned to Lhunkaliel. "Frodo said, he promised me with his life that he would tell me when something's wrong," she whispered. "Somehow...that doesn't seem...right." There was an unsure look in her eyes.
"Something's still wrong," Gandalf said. He looked over at Lhunkaliel. "You are my apprentice, why not see what you can do?" Lhunkaliel glared at Gandalf. "I'm still not as good as you. I've never dealt with Sauron, yet you have, and you tell me to deal with him? You lunatic!" "Get going, Lhunkaliel," Gandalf said, and pushed her forward. Lhunkaliel gave Gandalf a cold glare, then turned. "Would anyone else like to come?"
Ivy stepped forward. "I'll go with you," she said. She began to walk in the direction of where Frodo had gone. Soon she found him by the stump, his head leaned back. He was apparently sound asleep. She walked cautiously to him, glancing backward at Lhunkaliel, and then continuing on. "Frodo...?" She began but the hobbit snapped his eyes open, stood up, caught her, and put Sting up to her throat. "Don't. Move," he hissed in her ear, glancing up at Lhunkaliel. "Kill me and I kill her," said Frodo; the innocent act had disappeared.
"You certainly have a way of slipping enough out of his body so that we can't feel you," Lhunkaliel said. "But you won't do this anymore! Let Ivy go!" Behind her Gandalf and Legolas had appeared, watching in the shadows.
"Why should I let Ivy go?" asked Frodo, holding onto Ivy tighter, the sword still held steady. "All you'll do is banish me from the body I seek vengeance on." His eyes were glittering darkly now, in the gloomy light of the forest.
Lhunkaliel's sword was still in hand. She raised it in front of her, and words in Elvish began to snake around it. "By my powers, I command you, BE GONE!" she yelled, and thrust her sword forward. A narrow beam of light issued from the tip, and right onto Ivy, but Frodo suddenly screeched and dropped the hobbit.
He toppled down to ground and laid there for awhile, and then finally raised his head to see Ivy and Lhunkaliel staring at him. "Where...am I...?" he whispered, staggering up. "What happened? I can't remember anything...where is the banquet...?"
Gandalf grinned. "He's back to normal now. Sauron would certainly not think of food as a priority." "Well, Gandalf, how did I do?" Lhunkaliel asked, jumping in front of him. "How did you know I was here?" "I can feel your presence, O wise one!" she said, tapping his forehead. Gandalf glared. "Tell me what you did then," he said. "I used my powers to get rid of the evil, but it passed through Ivy because there was none in her. That girl has got to be the most innocent girl I know."
"Oh..." said Ivy, coloring slightly and looking down at the ground. Frodo smiled and took her hand gently. "What happened?" he asked again.
The others sighed and explained what happened. Then, there was another silence.
Frodo shifted from one foot to the other uncomfortably, staring down at the ground. "I can't recall anything at all," he said, finally. "Though I do remember..." he lifted up his arm. "A pain, in my arm..." he glanced upward at the people around him.
"If I ever get my hands on Sauron....." Lhunkaliel muttered. Legolas looked at her with an odd look. "But there is no way you can actually lay hands on him," he said. Lhunkaliel looked up at Legolas, and shrugged. He smiled and patted her head. Lhunkaliel stared at him blankly.
Frodo frowned worriedly. "But didn't...didn't you kill Sauron?" he asked, gripping on to Ivy's hand tighter.
"I'm afraid not, Frodo. I don't think you can kill him. But if I did attempt to kill him, it would have killed you. Your body can't handle what Sauron can't." Lhunkaliel sighed, then looked back at Legolas. "I don't think he'll be back for a while, so let's change this into a positive atmosphere!" she said, then patted Legolas's head. He watched with huge eyes as she laughed and ran off to the hobbits.
Frodo patted his belly and then glanced over at Ivy and Lhunkaliel. "I think I'm hungry."
To Be Continued
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Plot: There is a new evil, Gollum returns. (NO) (OKAY ,MAYBE) Legolas eats himself (NOOOO) Frodo has a wetting problem. (DEFINETELY.....NO) Someone tries to take over Frodo. The first symptom is that his chest starts to hurt. Disclaimer: This was our editing while making this story. It helped us with the plot, a lot.