Hello again. Lillia here. Glad you liked the last chapter, short as it was.
This one may be longer.
Oh and just a note: my niece is currently borrowing my only copy of the Fellowship of the Ring, so I'm basically writing anything that has any reference to the story from memory and movie. Sorry, but she lives too far away to get it. Did I mention she's only 8 and reading my LOTR books? I don't know if that's actually really good or if I'm just proud cause she's my sister's kid and all. But I think its kinda cool considering I didn't read them until I was thirteen.
Aaaaanyway, here's the next chapter:
Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings. If I did, I would have been there during the entire filming, drooling over Orlando and Viggo *drool* oh shoot *goes to get towel*
Nighttime Walks
Pippin suddenly woke up. He looked around anxiously to see what had awakened him, only to see Frodo walking away from the camp. Pippin grumbled angrily. He had not worked so hard to get himself a night of rest just to be awoken by some sleepwalking hobbit! Even if Frodo was the ringbearer, he planned to wake him up and give him a piece of his mind.
Still huffing, he got up, and quietly tiptoed around the sleeping bodies of the others, so not to disturb or wake them. That was when he realized that all of the others were asleep.
"Should not one of us be on guard?" he muttered to himself. Then sudden realization hit him. It was Frodo's turn to keep watch. 'But then he could not be sleepwalking', Pippin thought. 'He should not be walking at all. What a guard he makes!' That's also when Pippin noticed something bright and silvery near Frodo's bedroll. 'Why would he leave his mail shirt behind?' Pippin thought.
Now rather curious as to why Frodo was leaving them all, and without his mithril coat, Pippin quickly followed along the path Frodo had gone. Pippin was still rather sleepy, and didn't exactly stick to the exact path, so it took him a while to find Frodo. When he did, he was pretty surprised.
There was a small lake out in front of him, not that large but he wagered it was deep from the look of the water. The edge closest to him was structured by large rocks and a tall cliff, whose steep side slid right into the water. He was pretty surprised by the fact that Frodo was sitting on top of the steep cliff. He figured it was about the height of five full grown Men, and hobbits were always naturally wary of tall heights, which explained why they themselves were so small in stature, but did not explain why Pippin's elder cousin was sitting up there.
Pippin walked around the cliff until he was at a part where the side was least steep and the climb was not that difficult. He climbed up a short ways, carefully winding his way up the most convenient path, cautiously trying not to slip and fall into the lake.
"Hey Frodo!" he called.
After a moment, he answered, "Pippin?"
"Yes, cousin, it is I!" Pippin responded with a laugh. He continued journeying upwards, until he could see Frodo. Going over to Frodo, he stood beside him.
"What are you doing here, cousin?" Frodo asked, remaining seated.
"Followed you." Pippin answered simply.
Frodo looked at his young cousin, quite annoyed by this. "And why were you following me, Pippin?"
Peregrine shrugged. "Wanted to see what you were up to. You left camp."
"Yes, to be alone." Frodo said, a bit rougher than he had meant it, but he was annoyed and a bit angry.
Pippin took the hint. "Okay...well I'm sorry I bothered you." He said softly.
He went to go back down the cliff, when Frodo, feeling rather guilty now, called, "Hey, no, Pippin!"
Pippin quickly turned, to look back at Frodo. As he did, he involuntarily took a step back. His foot slipped, he lost his footing, and fell.
"Pippin!" Frodo shouted, jumping to his feet. He reached the edge just in time to see the young perian roll down the stones, off a drop, and hit the ground with a heavy thud. Quickly, Frodo went along the edge of the landing, to see if he could get a better view of his young cousin.
Pippin had rolled near some bushes, so half his body was hidden from Frodo, but he could at least see that the younger hobbit was alive. He had obviously hurt his leg, though. If only he had landed two feet further, the water may have broken his fall.
"Hold on, Pip! I will be right down." Frodo shouted down to his cousin. Frodo moved farther along the edge, unknowing closer towards the lake, as he tried to get a better look at Pippin.
"Alright, Frodo. I –aaahh- I think I broke –ooh!-I think I broke my leg!" Pippin answered.
"Hold on." Frodo instructed again. As he turned around, the rock below him broke off. In one instant he went from standing on solid stone, to air. Suddenly, he slammed down on the steep edge of the cliff, the sharp rocks stabbing into his upper back and shoulders. Frodo screamed as he slid down the side, the jagged rocks tearing through his tunic and into the flesh of his back, crimson blood staining a trail down the rock face. The friction of the dirt and stones burned him like hot fire, smoldering away his skin. Vainly, he tried to grab onto something to halt his painful slide or at least slow him down, but the side was far too steep and he was moving far too quickly. All he did was scrape and cut up his hands as he grabbed for rocks and edges. While attempting to keep his head above the ground and above injury, he twisted to an angle on his side, ripping up his right shoulder in the process. Unable to stop himself, the steep face ended abruptly, delivering him right into the lake. His last scream prevented him for holding his breath before he disappeared below the surface of the water.
Trying to breathe in air when all that surrounded him was water, Frodo swallowed the frigid liquid and choked on it. He had never been a swimmer, but he could not even attempt it this time. Trying to propel himself upwards with his arms, he quickly found his right arm and shoulder roared with pain and simply would not obey him. His lungs screamed for air as his heart pounded harshly within his chest. Panicking, he kicked madly, struggling to get to the surface. But all this did was tire him out.
Unable to fight any longer, and his lungs burning as if they contained fire within their depths, Frodo watched the surface drift farther and farther away. Then it seemed as if a great weight had been applied to his burning chest, and slowly was pressing down harder and heavier with each passing moment. The pain was intense and unbearable, until a dense, gray fog slowly descended over his eyes, clouding his sight, until a thick veil seemed to be covering his face. And then everything went dark.
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Okay, so how you like? Its something pretty new for me to write, but I gave it a fair shot. How'd I do? Anyway, I got a couple reviews!!! : )
kuramasgirl556: thank you!! You're so nice : ). Hope you liked this chapter! Kurama, as in from Yu Yu Hakasho (spelling?)? He's awesome.
The Glazed Over Elf: thank you!! Yeah, Pippin is pretty darn cute, especially when Billy Boyd plays him, he does such an amazing job but he looks like he's like 12 most of the time as Pippin. And Billy looks so different w/o the curly hair and hairy feet. w/e anyway, you seen ROTK yet? Is Pippin's song wicked sweet or what?
Anyway, thanks you two again! So happy, I love reviews!!
Okay, I accept flames and criticisms, and the longer the review, the better!!
I want...umm... 2 reviews before I update again, puhlease!
Any comments, questions, suggestions, etc. email me:
wanderingtracker@hotmail.com
or talk to me on AIM/AOL:
Cocomunk36
~Lillia~
Oh and just a note: my niece is currently borrowing my only copy of the Fellowship of the Ring, so I'm basically writing anything that has any reference to the story from memory and movie. Sorry, but she lives too far away to get it. Did I mention she's only 8 and reading my LOTR books? I don't know if that's actually really good or if I'm just proud cause she's my sister's kid and all. But I think its kinda cool considering I didn't read them until I was thirteen.
Aaaaanyway, here's the next chapter:
Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings. If I did, I would have been there during the entire filming, drooling over Orlando and Viggo *drool* oh shoot *goes to get towel*
Nighttime Walks
Pippin suddenly woke up. He looked around anxiously to see what had awakened him, only to see Frodo walking away from the camp. Pippin grumbled angrily. He had not worked so hard to get himself a night of rest just to be awoken by some sleepwalking hobbit! Even if Frodo was the ringbearer, he planned to wake him up and give him a piece of his mind.
Still huffing, he got up, and quietly tiptoed around the sleeping bodies of the others, so not to disturb or wake them. That was when he realized that all of the others were asleep.
"Should not one of us be on guard?" he muttered to himself. Then sudden realization hit him. It was Frodo's turn to keep watch. 'But then he could not be sleepwalking', Pippin thought. 'He should not be walking at all. What a guard he makes!' That's also when Pippin noticed something bright and silvery near Frodo's bedroll. 'Why would he leave his mail shirt behind?' Pippin thought.
Now rather curious as to why Frodo was leaving them all, and without his mithril coat, Pippin quickly followed along the path Frodo had gone. Pippin was still rather sleepy, and didn't exactly stick to the exact path, so it took him a while to find Frodo. When he did, he was pretty surprised.
There was a small lake out in front of him, not that large but he wagered it was deep from the look of the water. The edge closest to him was structured by large rocks and a tall cliff, whose steep side slid right into the water. He was pretty surprised by the fact that Frodo was sitting on top of the steep cliff. He figured it was about the height of five full grown Men, and hobbits were always naturally wary of tall heights, which explained why they themselves were so small in stature, but did not explain why Pippin's elder cousin was sitting up there.
Pippin walked around the cliff until he was at a part where the side was least steep and the climb was not that difficult. He climbed up a short ways, carefully winding his way up the most convenient path, cautiously trying not to slip and fall into the lake.
"Hey Frodo!" he called.
After a moment, he answered, "Pippin?"
"Yes, cousin, it is I!" Pippin responded with a laugh. He continued journeying upwards, until he could see Frodo. Going over to Frodo, he stood beside him.
"What are you doing here, cousin?" Frodo asked, remaining seated.
"Followed you." Pippin answered simply.
Frodo looked at his young cousin, quite annoyed by this. "And why were you following me, Pippin?"
Peregrine shrugged. "Wanted to see what you were up to. You left camp."
"Yes, to be alone." Frodo said, a bit rougher than he had meant it, but he was annoyed and a bit angry.
Pippin took the hint. "Okay...well I'm sorry I bothered you." He said softly.
He went to go back down the cliff, when Frodo, feeling rather guilty now, called, "Hey, no, Pippin!"
Pippin quickly turned, to look back at Frodo. As he did, he involuntarily took a step back. His foot slipped, he lost his footing, and fell.
"Pippin!" Frodo shouted, jumping to his feet. He reached the edge just in time to see the young perian roll down the stones, off a drop, and hit the ground with a heavy thud. Quickly, Frodo went along the edge of the landing, to see if he could get a better view of his young cousin.
Pippin had rolled near some bushes, so half his body was hidden from Frodo, but he could at least see that the younger hobbit was alive. He had obviously hurt his leg, though. If only he had landed two feet further, the water may have broken his fall.
"Hold on, Pip! I will be right down." Frodo shouted down to his cousin. Frodo moved farther along the edge, unknowing closer towards the lake, as he tried to get a better look at Pippin.
"Alright, Frodo. I –aaahh- I think I broke –ooh!-I think I broke my leg!" Pippin answered.
"Hold on." Frodo instructed again. As he turned around, the rock below him broke off. In one instant he went from standing on solid stone, to air. Suddenly, he slammed down on the steep edge of the cliff, the sharp rocks stabbing into his upper back and shoulders. Frodo screamed as he slid down the side, the jagged rocks tearing through his tunic and into the flesh of his back, crimson blood staining a trail down the rock face. The friction of the dirt and stones burned him like hot fire, smoldering away his skin. Vainly, he tried to grab onto something to halt his painful slide or at least slow him down, but the side was far too steep and he was moving far too quickly. All he did was scrape and cut up his hands as he grabbed for rocks and edges. While attempting to keep his head above the ground and above injury, he twisted to an angle on his side, ripping up his right shoulder in the process. Unable to stop himself, the steep face ended abruptly, delivering him right into the lake. His last scream prevented him for holding his breath before he disappeared below the surface of the water.
Trying to breathe in air when all that surrounded him was water, Frodo swallowed the frigid liquid and choked on it. He had never been a swimmer, but he could not even attempt it this time. Trying to propel himself upwards with his arms, he quickly found his right arm and shoulder roared with pain and simply would not obey him. His lungs screamed for air as his heart pounded harshly within his chest. Panicking, he kicked madly, struggling to get to the surface. But all this did was tire him out.
Unable to fight any longer, and his lungs burning as if they contained fire within their depths, Frodo watched the surface drift farther and farther away. Then it seemed as if a great weight had been applied to his burning chest, and slowly was pressing down harder and heavier with each passing moment. The pain was intense and unbearable, until a dense, gray fog slowly descended over his eyes, clouding his sight, until a thick veil seemed to be covering his face. And then everything went dark.
****
Okay, so how you like? Its something pretty new for me to write, but I gave it a fair shot. How'd I do? Anyway, I got a couple reviews!!! : )
kuramasgirl556: thank you!! You're so nice : ). Hope you liked this chapter! Kurama, as in from Yu Yu Hakasho (spelling?)? He's awesome.
The Glazed Over Elf: thank you!! Yeah, Pippin is pretty darn cute, especially when Billy Boyd plays him, he does such an amazing job but he looks like he's like 12 most of the time as Pippin. And Billy looks so different w/o the curly hair and hairy feet. w/e anyway, you seen ROTK yet? Is Pippin's song wicked sweet or what?
Anyway, thanks you two again! So happy, I love reviews!!
Okay, I accept flames and criticisms, and the longer the review, the better!!
I want...umm... 2 reviews before I update again, puhlease!
Any comments, questions, suggestions, etc. email me:
wanderingtracker@hotmail.com
or talk to me on AIM/AOL:
Cocomunk36
~Lillia~