-I do not own LOTR or any of it's characters. But Thelin, Elomier, and Aron
are mine!-
Frodo gave a cry and leapt to the side, the shadowed thing missing him by inches. But it wasn't finished, oh no. The thing leapt at him again, snarling. Frodo somehow managed to kick it in the face and roll to the side, the thing giving what sounded like half way between a snarl and a yip.
The thing shook it's pointed head and crouched, it's bushy tail curled around it's hind legs. It growled, then did what Frodo hoped it wouldn't do; pounced. It landed right on top of Frodo, knocking him to the ground with a thud, and snarling close to his face, it's breath warm and wet.
Frodo cried out as loud as he could, which wasn't much, given that his throat hurt way to much. Not to mention he was starting to get dizzy and nauscious. He curled his hand into a small fist, and punched the thing in the side of the head, repeating this several times until the thing got off of him, and Frodo was able to stand up. Frodo swayed slightly, but was able to stand on his feet.
Frodo let a small sob escape his throat as he clumsily dodged the next attack by the thing, crying out to no on in particular, "Please! Somebody," He sobbed, "Anybody! Help!" He was sobbing so hard now that he could barely evade the attacks by the thing, getting slower and slower every second. Every second that passed by, it got closer to getting him. He was able to dodge one last attack before falling to the ground with a soft thud, taking a shuddering breath and closing his fever-bright eyes.
What he did not see was a shadowed figure leap into the clearing right before he fell. The figure gave a loud battle cry, getting the wolf's attention. The figure drew his bow and knotched an arrow to it, and let it fly. It hit the wolf in the stomach, blood falling onto the soft ground immediately. The wolf let out a howl of pain and a snarl at it's attacker, and bounded away into the darkness.
The dark figure sighed tiredly, he hadn't wanted to do that. The poor wolf, it would probably die soon. But right now he needed to get to more important things. He rushed over to where Frodo was breathing raggedly, and picked him up carefully. Frodo gave a small moan, but was otherwise quiet.
The figure ran swiftly and carefully, so as not to hurt Frodo. He made it to the small clearing within minutes, but too him it seemed like hours. When he did reach the clearing, he was met with several frantic people, and a lot of shouting. None noticed him, and he cleared his throat trying to get their attention. When that plan failed, he yelled as loudly as he could, "QUIET!" Luckily for him, that seemed to get their attention. But, unluckily for him, everyone rushed over and began asking him questions, stroking the unconcious hobbit's hair, and eyeing him and the hobbit in concern.
"What happened?"
"Where did you go?"
"Is Frodo all right?"
"What's wrong with him?"
"Should we wake him up?"
Estel quieted everyone with a loud, "Shoosh!", and calmly took the unconcious hobbit carefully, laying him down on a spread blanket. "Legolas, you will help me. Everyone else, I suggest you go back to sleep." This was met by many protests, but he shook his head and repeated his statement. They all layed back down in their original spots, though they're sleep was fitful, if they got any at all.
Estel and Legolas turned to the motionless form of Frodo, and immediately got to work on him. They replaced his bandages, and rubbed him down in an attempt to get the hot sweat off of his body. Legolas got cold water from a stream in a bowl, and brought it back, and teared off a bit of cloth from a spare blanket, dipped it into the water, and put the cloth against Frodo's hot skin, trying to cool him. They worked the best they could, trying to bring Frodo's fever down. Frodo woke up a few times long enough to drink some water, and maybe even eat a little, but he always fell unconcious right after.
It took several hours of cooling and drying and bandage-changing and feeding before Frodo's fever finally broke. It was about two hours after sunrise when they decided all he needed now was a nice rest. And sleep peacefully he did. He didn't have any more nightmares, and slept with a small smiles on his slightly pale features. Legolas and Merry sat on either side of him, watching him warily, while Estel came over to them every now and then to check up on him. Sara had stayed with them to keep vigil for a little while, but had eventually fallen asleep and had been carried to the other side of the clearing. Thelin had stayed with them for a while too, but was now sitting on the other side of the clearing next to the dozing Sara uncertainly.
And when Frodo woke up the next day, he stayed awake, now feeling much better, despite the wound on his small back. He was sitting up without the help of someone sitting behind him, surprising everyone. Though he was still very weak, he seemed o be getting along nicely.
Two days later, Estel deemed him fit to travel back home with them, though he would occasionally be traveling on Ada. Frodo protested against this, but Estel managed to get him to do it, somehow. And so when everyone had everything they needed, they set out for their destination, the sun low in the sky.
TBC...
Yah, I know it was short and wuick, I know. But I'm sorry to admit it, I'm getting tired of this story. I'm dragging it out. So now I think I'll end it. The next chapter will be the last one I think. Don't worry, I'm hoping to have sequals (sp?) to this story. And other stories as well.
Oh, and sorry for not posting sooner.
And please review! It'll make me update sooner! Hopefully.... '
-lilpip
Frodo gave a cry and leapt to the side, the shadowed thing missing him by inches. But it wasn't finished, oh no. The thing leapt at him again, snarling. Frodo somehow managed to kick it in the face and roll to the side, the thing giving what sounded like half way between a snarl and a yip.
The thing shook it's pointed head and crouched, it's bushy tail curled around it's hind legs. It growled, then did what Frodo hoped it wouldn't do; pounced. It landed right on top of Frodo, knocking him to the ground with a thud, and snarling close to his face, it's breath warm and wet.
Frodo cried out as loud as he could, which wasn't much, given that his throat hurt way to much. Not to mention he was starting to get dizzy and nauscious. He curled his hand into a small fist, and punched the thing in the side of the head, repeating this several times until the thing got off of him, and Frodo was able to stand up. Frodo swayed slightly, but was able to stand on his feet.
Frodo let a small sob escape his throat as he clumsily dodged the next attack by the thing, crying out to no on in particular, "Please! Somebody," He sobbed, "Anybody! Help!" He was sobbing so hard now that he could barely evade the attacks by the thing, getting slower and slower every second. Every second that passed by, it got closer to getting him. He was able to dodge one last attack before falling to the ground with a soft thud, taking a shuddering breath and closing his fever-bright eyes.
What he did not see was a shadowed figure leap into the clearing right before he fell. The figure gave a loud battle cry, getting the wolf's attention. The figure drew his bow and knotched an arrow to it, and let it fly. It hit the wolf in the stomach, blood falling onto the soft ground immediately. The wolf let out a howl of pain and a snarl at it's attacker, and bounded away into the darkness.
The dark figure sighed tiredly, he hadn't wanted to do that. The poor wolf, it would probably die soon. But right now he needed to get to more important things. He rushed over to where Frodo was breathing raggedly, and picked him up carefully. Frodo gave a small moan, but was otherwise quiet.
The figure ran swiftly and carefully, so as not to hurt Frodo. He made it to the small clearing within minutes, but too him it seemed like hours. When he did reach the clearing, he was met with several frantic people, and a lot of shouting. None noticed him, and he cleared his throat trying to get their attention. When that plan failed, he yelled as loudly as he could, "QUIET!" Luckily for him, that seemed to get their attention. But, unluckily for him, everyone rushed over and began asking him questions, stroking the unconcious hobbit's hair, and eyeing him and the hobbit in concern.
"What happened?"
"Where did you go?"
"Is Frodo all right?"
"What's wrong with him?"
"Should we wake him up?"
Estel quieted everyone with a loud, "Shoosh!", and calmly took the unconcious hobbit carefully, laying him down on a spread blanket. "Legolas, you will help me. Everyone else, I suggest you go back to sleep." This was met by many protests, but he shook his head and repeated his statement. They all layed back down in their original spots, though they're sleep was fitful, if they got any at all.
Estel and Legolas turned to the motionless form of Frodo, and immediately got to work on him. They replaced his bandages, and rubbed him down in an attempt to get the hot sweat off of his body. Legolas got cold water from a stream in a bowl, and brought it back, and teared off a bit of cloth from a spare blanket, dipped it into the water, and put the cloth against Frodo's hot skin, trying to cool him. They worked the best they could, trying to bring Frodo's fever down. Frodo woke up a few times long enough to drink some water, and maybe even eat a little, but he always fell unconcious right after.
It took several hours of cooling and drying and bandage-changing and feeding before Frodo's fever finally broke. It was about two hours after sunrise when they decided all he needed now was a nice rest. And sleep peacefully he did. He didn't have any more nightmares, and slept with a small smiles on his slightly pale features. Legolas and Merry sat on either side of him, watching him warily, while Estel came over to them every now and then to check up on him. Sara had stayed with them to keep vigil for a little while, but had eventually fallen asleep and had been carried to the other side of the clearing. Thelin had stayed with them for a while too, but was now sitting on the other side of the clearing next to the dozing Sara uncertainly.
And when Frodo woke up the next day, he stayed awake, now feeling much better, despite the wound on his small back. He was sitting up without the help of someone sitting behind him, surprising everyone. Though he was still very weak, he seemed o be getting along nicely.
Two days later, Estel deemed him fit to travel back home with them, though he would occasionally be traveling on Ada. Frodo protested against this, but Estel managed to get him to do it, somehow. And so when everyone had everything they needed, they set out for their destination, the sun low in the sky.
TBC...
Yah, I know it was short and wuick, I know. But I'm sorry to admit it, I'm getting tired of this story. I'm dragging it out. So now I think I'll end it. The next chapter will be the last one I think. Don't worry, I'm hoping to have sequals (sp?) to this story. And other stories as well.
Oh, and sorry for not posting sooner.
And please review! It'll make me update sooner! Hopefully.... '
-lilpip