Hey everyone. Lillia here. Got enough reviews, so now I have to update. Oh,
and for people who point out things I get wrong: thank you so much for
taking the time to not just read but critique my work. I will definitely
note what you say and learn from it for the future, but unless the mistake
was extremely serious like mixing up names or relations or something, I
will probably not rewrite the chapter. I just don't have the time, and I
think you lose your reviews when you do that, and wouldn't want to do that.
Okay, I think I'm done rambling. On to writing!
Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings, or any member of the fellowship...just wished I did.
A Big Commotion
Branches scraped at his legs, whipping at him as he ran through the woods. Merry went as fast as his short legs would allow, but it was still mighty hard keeping up with Strider and the rest.
Aragorn had gotten on his feet the moment that scream had reached his ears. Sam had been up shortly after that, and then their commotion had awoken the rest of them. The first thing Merry had noticed, when he was woken up, was the fact that the bedroll next to his, Pippin's, was empty, and the said hobbit was no where in sight. Soon after that, he also noted that Frodo was not around. 'Now where did they go off to?' he thought. Merry knew Pippin was not playing a prank or off on a hunt for food, for he would have woken *him* for that, not Frodo. And there was really nothing else important enough to Pippin to get him from sleep.
Sam was more than curious as to where his master had gone, and Aragorn was intent of finding the source of the yells that had awoken him. Now Aragorn was leading a fast pace in the direction the cries had come from.
They came out to a body of water, the edges shaped of rocky edges. Legolas, followed by Aragorn led them over to a precipice hanging over the water. It was high, but from what Merry could see, there was no one up there. Suddenly he saw someone moving along the base.
"Pippin!" he shouted, seeing his young cousin crawling along. He had been focusing so much on moving quickly, without putting weight on his leg, Peregrin had not noticed the company approach. Pippin looked up, his expression worried. "Pip, what is it?" Merry asked, going to his friend's side, and helping him to his feet. "You're hurt, what happened to your leg?"
"Don't matter. Strider! Frodo's in the water! You have to help him!" he said quickly.
Aragorn stared at Pippin for less than half a second, before running over to the edge of the body. Pushing Sam aside, "You cannot swim, Samwise. I'll get him." He dove in.
Merry tried to count how long he was under there, but there were far too many things distracting him. Sam was standing along the shore, starring worriedly, muttering self condemning insults and apologies to air. Legolas tried to convince him that his master would be fine, although no one was sure.
Boromir was questioning Pippin as to what had happened. He himself was trying to take care of Pippin, but his mind was in the water, where Strider had failed to return to the surface, yet. It was strange. Really, he should have been panicking. They all should have been. But everything passed so slowly, every second seemed a minute, every minute an hour, and his brain, feelings, thoughts, everything had gone numb, preventing him from feeling much at the moment anyway.
Then, with a loud splash, Aragorn emerged from the depths to the surface, a limp hobbit in his arms. As he walked onto land, Sam was at his side in a second. Aragorn gently laid Frodo down.
Merry stood behind everyone else, who had crowded around the fallen ringbearer. Pippin was sitting next to him, unable to stand because of his leg.
"What's going on?" Pippin asked.
"I don't know."
"Go see." Pippin urged his cousin.
Merry slipped in beside Boromir, to get a better view. Frodo lay on the ground, unmoving. His face was pale as a sheet, and his lips and eyelids were a horrible shade of blue. He wasn't breathing, Merry realized with horror. Aragorn was kneeling next to him, and Sam sat by his head.
"Oh dear Master Frodo. Come on now, Mister Frodo, wake up. Wake up for your Sam." He muttered, gently pushing Frodo's dripping curls out of his face. Frodo did not wake. Tears dripped down Sam's face, but he did not seem to notice them.
"Will he be all right?" Merry asked softly.
Nobody answered him.
Aragorn leaned down to Frodo's mouth, listening for breathing. Then he laid his ear on his chest. After a moment he straightened, and then tilting Frodo's head back, tightly pinched his nose.
"What are you doing?" Sam asked suspiciously.
"Your master is not breathing. I must breathe for him."
Without further explanation Aragorn covered Frodo's mouth with his, and exhaled twice. He let up, and waited a moment, before trying again. But after he moved away the second time, Frodo began coughing, and water spurt from his lips. Aragorn released his nose, and shifted the halfling up to help him rid of all the water he had swallowed. He laid the hobbit back down, as Frodo began to breathe on his own. His breaths were shallow, raspy, and short, but he was breathing at least. He was still unconscious, though.
"Oh, Mister Frodo!" Sam cried, happy that his master was at least alive.
Aragorn then saw the blood on his hands. With Legolas' help, he carefully turned Frodo over, and lifted his tunic. Sam gasped, and then began crying anew at the sight of Frodo's ripped up back. Merry merely gasped. Frodo's back was skinned and raw, many parts cut and ripped jaggedly. Bruises formed under raw, red, skin, and blood dripped from lacerations all along his right side.
"Why in the Valar was he not wearing his mithril coat?" Aragorn said to himself. Then he seemed to snap to reality. "Gimli, get a fire going. Sam, go and fetch a pot of water to boil and several clean cloths from the campsite. Legolas, I will need your assistance." He paused, glancing over Merry's head to Pippin. "Boromir, tend to Pippin's leg the best you can. Merry...help Boromir."
Everyone quickly did what they had to do. Merry went to Pippin.
"How's Frodo?" Pippin asked, unaware of anything but the huge commotion.
"I don't know, Pip. But I think he'll be fine." Merry answered thoughtfully. "How's your leg?"
Pippin winced, as if he just remembered the pain. "I don't know...I think it may be broken."
Boromir knelt by the youngest halfling. "Here, let me have a look at it. I am no healer, but I can tell what is or is not broken, at the very least."
While they tended to Frodo, Aragorn and Legolas spoke quietly, in Elfish. (A/N: I do not speak Elfish, nor do I intend to look up a website to learn it just to write this. I also do not intend to make up words like an idiot. Therefore, I will just tell you they are speaking in Elfish, but I shall be writing it in English.)
"Aragorn, do you believe he will live?" Legolas asked.
Aragorn was carefully washing Frodo's shoulder. "He was under there a long time...We must get him to Lothlorien."
"I agree...but will he live?" Legolas asked again.
Aragorn looked up at his friend. "*If* he can make it to Lothlorien, then he will make it."
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okay, this chapter was really, really bad. But I had no idea what to write. Please forgive me. Oh and I got more reviews!!
The Glazed Over Elf: thanks! Lol. Sorry about the long wait for this update. Yeah, hobbits are cute, sorry I torture them, but I'm a lot better than a few authors I could mention. Thanks again.
Arwen Baggins: thank you for reviewing each chapter! Glad you liked 1st chapter. Oh, and I do not *ask* for flames, I just accept them if I happen to get them. And really, your review wasn't much of a flame. Flames are cruel and point out nothing but hate, yours was more of...constructive criticism, which I don't mind. Okay, 1st of all... well I have no excuse for saying Frodo wasn't a swimmer. I guess the fact he grew up next to Brandywine escaped my attention. 2nd: yes, I knew Frodo was not to take off the mithril coat, but as I was writing the part about the flesh on his back getting all ripped up, I suddenly realized that if he was wearing his mithril coat, that was quite an impossibility. There was no way even jagged and sharp rocks could do anything to him besides bruise maybe if he was wearing it. So I just had him take it off, and I have a reason for this, I just haven't come to it yet in the story... I guess it just would have made more sense for him to keep it on and not hurt his back...but I don't know. Sometimes I don't think real straight, but I'll explain that it hurt him and that's why he took it off later. 3rd: LOL. Okay, that was actually meant to be sort of a joke. Or sort of a pun or wit or something, I don't know. You see, my friend Jessie is really short. And she says she's really short because she's afraid of heights, which she is, but its just a joke. And I've heard the joke before on tv and stuff, so I figured I'd just add it in. I mean, being afraid of heights obviously cannot determine your height, but you can say you're afraid of tall heights and that's why you're not tall, as a joke. I didn't actually mean it literally. 4th: okay, you got me here. Yes, you're probably right, cliffs are probably much higher than 30 feet, but I didn't want either of them to fall like 100 feet or something. And it wasn't really a cliff, I just needed one word to explain a bunch of rocky structures. And with the rules of erosion and shit, I guess it couldn't be a lake, but I never really understood all that stuff in science class, so I guess I overlooked it. I thought about a river, but I figured that a river would be too shallow and if it was deep chances were he would be drifted away downstream, and the Aragorn wouldn't be able to find him, and he would die...etc. so I made a mistake. Sorry about that, glad you caught it...I don't think I'm going to rewrite the chapter though. I don't really have the time. 5th: I hadn't really focused on any past injuries. I figured that he should be concerned with the injuries that he was getting while sliding down the side of the rocks. The thing with the shoulder hurting in the water...that was actually pertaining to his right shoulder getting ripped up because he was leaning on his side, trying not to injure his head, while sliding down. Actually, the only effect his past injuries had on this chapter was the fact that he took off his mithril coat because it hurt his bruises from the cave troll injury, which I am going to explain in later chapters. I didn't see a reason to explain anything else. I mean really, if you're sliding down a rocky side, with the stones and rocks ripping into your back and burning away your skin like sand paper, are you going to be more concerned about some bruises on your chest and side? I mean, I'm sure their pain rekindled, but I think he was focusing on other things. Anyway, thanks again and sorry about the mistakes I made.
Xann: thank you! You're reading both my fics? Coolio. Glad you liked it! Yeah, I like stories w/injuries and angst... I don't know why, maybe because they're interesting and dramatic. Anyway, you do? Like looks like Elijah Wood? Or Elijah Wood w/curly hair and pointed ears? Sweetness! ... can you give him my number? LOL, I'm J/K!! but that is wicked sweet. Thanks again and hope this chapter was allright. Well it wasn't... but oh well.
Calenor: thank you! Lol, sorry about the cliff hanger, (almost literally). This chapter wasn't all that good, but it at least told you some stuff about Frodo, so there you go :). Yeah I know, I like stories where Frodo gets hurt too. But he's not my fav character... I think my fav is Aragorn, but my fav hobbit is definitely Pippin. Anyway, getting off subject now... thanks again and you'll have to keep reading to see if Frodo makes it or not.
Okay, thanks again, everyone!! I don't know when I'll update again, hopefully this week. But I'm not sure, I really have to update for my Outsiders fic and I have a final draft due in English on Friday... and I have a lot of work to do on that. So I'll update when I can.
I want... 3 reviews before I update again.
Flames and criticisms accepted. Long reviews treasured. All good reviews loved.
PS I STILL do not have my copy of Fellowship of the Ring back, so like I said before, this story is not going to be perfect because I have no book to check things with. Sorry. I'll see if I can get the book away from my niece, which I doubt. She probably won't let me have it until she finishes it.
Oh, is Peregrin spelled with an 'e' at the end? And when Frodo is stabbed by the Morgul blade, what does he cry out? Something about 'Elbereth'???? see, I am practically useless without my book!! *goes off to cry* (not literally)
Oh one more thing, how do you get italics and bold to come up?
~Lillia~
Okay, I think I'm done rambling. On to writing!
Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings, or any member of the fellowship...just wished I did.
A Big Commotion
Branches scraped at his legs, whipping at him as he ran through the woods. Merry went as fast as his short legs would allow, but it was still mighty hard keeping up with Strider and the rest.
Aragorn had gotten on his feet the moment that scream had reached his ears. Sam had been up shortly after that, and then their commotion had awoken the rest of them. The first thing Merry had noticed, when he was woken up, was the fact that the bedroll next to his, Pippin's, was empty, and the said hobbit was no where in sight. Soon after that, he also noted that Frodo was not around. 'Now where did they go off to?' he thought. Merry knew Pippin was not playing a prank or off on a hunt for food, for he would have woken *him* for that, not Frodo. And there was really nothing else important enough to Pippin to get him from sleep.
Sam was more than curious as to where his master had gone, and Aragorn was intent of finding the source of the yells that had awoken him. Now Aragorn was leading a fast pace in the direction the cries had come from.
They came out to a body of water, the edges shaped of rocky edges. Legolas, followed by Aragorn led them over to a precipice hanging over the water. It was high, but from what Merry could see, there was no one up there. Suddenly he saw someone moving along the base.
"Pippin!" he shouted, seeing his young cousin crawling along. He had been focusing so much on moving quickly, without putting weight on his leg, Peregrin had not noticed the company approach. Pippin looked up, his expression worried. "Pip, what is it?" Merry asked, going to his friend's side, and helping him to his feet. "You're hurt, what happened to your leg?"
"Don't matter. Strider! Frodo's in the water! You have to help him!" he said quickly.
Aragorn stared at Pippin for less than half a second, before running over to the edge of the body. Pushing Sam aside, "You cannot swim, Samwise. I'll get him." He dove in.
Merry tried to count how long he was under there, but there were far too many things distracting him. Sam was standing along the shore, starring worriedly, muttering self condemning insults and apologies to air. Legolas tried to convince him that his master would be fine, although no one was sure.
Boromir was questioning Pippin as to what had happened. He himself was trying to take care of Pippin, but his mind was in the water, where Strider had failed to return to the surface, yet. It was strange. Really, he should have been panicking. They all should have been. But everything passed so slowly, every second seemed a minute, every minute an hour, and his brain, feelings, thoughts, everything had gone numb, preventing him from feeling much at the moment anyway.
Then, with a loud splash, Aragorn emerged from the depths to the surface, a limp hobbit in his arms. As he walked onto land, Sam was at his side in a second. Aragorn gently laid Frodo down.
Merry stood behind everyone else, who had crowded around the fallen ringbearer. Pippin was sitting next to him, unable to stand because of his leg.
"What's going on?" Pippin asked.
"I don't know."
"Go see." Pippin urged his cousin.
Merry slipped in beside Boromir, to get a better view. Frodo lay on the ground, unmoving. His face was pale as a sheet, and his lips and eyelids were a horrible shade of blue. He wasn't breathing, Merry realized with horror. Aragorn was kneeling next to him, and Sam sat by his head.
"Oh dear Master Frodo. Come on now, Mister Frodo, wake up. Wake up for your Sam." He muttered, gently pushing Frodo's dripping curls out of his face. Frodo did not wake. Tears dripped down Sam's face, but he did not seem to notice them.
"Will he be all right?" Merry asked softly.
Nobody answered him.
Aragorn leaned down to Frodo's mouth, listening for breathing. Then he laid his ear on his chest. After a moment he straightened, and then tilting Frodo's head back, tightly pinched his nose.
"What are you doing?" Sam asked suspiciously.
"Your master is not breathing. I must breathe for him."
Without further explanation Aragorn covered Frodo's mouth with his, and exhaled twice. He let up, and waited a moment, before trying again. But after he moved away the second time, Frodo began coughing, and water spurt from his lips. Aragorn released his nose, and shifted the halfling up to help him rid of all the water he had swallowed. He laid the hobbit back down, as Frodo began to breathe on his own. His breaths were shallow, raspy, and short, but he was breathing at least. He was still unconscious, though.
"Oh, Mister Frodo!" Sam cried, happy that his master was at least alive.
Aragorn then saw the blood on his hands. With Legolas' help, he carefully turned Frodo over, and lifted his tunic. Sam gasped, and then began crying anew at the sight of Frodo's ripped up back. Merry merely gasped. Frodo's back was skinned and raw, many parts cut and ripped jaggedly. Bruises formed under raw, red, skin, and blood dripped from lacerations all along his right side.
"Why in the Valar was he not wearing his mithril coat?" Aragorn said to himself. Then he seemed to snap to reality. "Gimli, get a fire going. Sam, go and fetch a pot of water to boil and several clean cloths from the campsite. Legolas, I will need your assistance." He paused, glancing over Merry's head to Pippin. "Boromir, tend to Pippin's leg the best you can. Merry...help Boromir."
Everyone quickly did what they had to do. Merry went to Pippin.
"How's Frodo?" Pippin asked, unaware of anything but the huge commotion.
"I don't know, Pip. But I think he'll be fine." Merry answered thoughtfully. "How's your leg?"
Pippin winced, as if he just remembered the pain. "I don't know...I think it may be broken."
Boromir knelt by the youngest halfling. "Here, let me have a look at it. I am no healer, but I can tell what is or is not broken, at the very least."
While they tended to Frodo, Aragorn and Legolas spoke quietly, in Elfish. (A/N: I do not speak Elfish, nor do I intend to look up a website to learn it just to write this. I also do not intend to make up words like an idiot. Therefore, I will just tell you they are speaking in Elfish, but I shall be writing it in English.)
"Aragorn, do you believe he will live?" Legolas asked.
Aragorn was carefully washing Frodo's shoulder. "He was under there a long time...We must get him to Lothlorien."
"I agree...but will he live?" Legolas asked again.
Aragorn looked up at his friend. "*If* he can make it to Lothlorien, then he will make it."
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okay, this chapter was really, really bad. But I had no idea what to write. Please forgive me. Oh and I got more reviews!!
The Glazed Over Elf: thanks! Lol. Sorry about the long wait for this update. Yeah, hobbits are cute, sorry I torture them, but I'm a lot better than a few authors I could mention. Thanks again.
Arwen Baggins: thank you for reviewing each chapter! Glad you liked 1st chapter. Oh, and I do not *ask* for flames, I just accept them if I happen to get them. And really, your review wasn't much of a flame. Flames are cruel and point out nothing but hate, yours was more of...constructive criticism, which I don't mind. Okay, 1st of all... well I have no excuse for saying Frodo wasn't a swimmer. I guess the fact he grew up next to Brandywine escaped my attention. 2nd: yes, I knew Frodo was not to take off the mithril coat, but as I was writing the part about the flesh on his back getting all ripped up, I suddenly realized that if he was wearing his mithril coat, that was quite an impossibility. There was no way even jagged and sharp rocks could do anything to him besides bruise maybe if he was wearing it. So I just had him take it off, and I have a reason for this, I just haven't come to it yet in the story... I guess it just would have made more sense for him to keep it on and not hurt his back...but I don't know. Sometimes I don't think real straight, but I'll explain that it hurt him and that's why he took it off later. 3rd: LOL. Okay, that was actually meant to be sort of a joke. Or sort of a pun or wit or something, I don't know. You see, my friend Jessie is really short. And she says she's really short because she's afraid of heights, which she is, but its just a joke. And I've heard the joke before on tv and stuff, so I figured I'd just add it in. I mean, being afraid of heights obviously cannot determine your height, but you can say you're afraid of tall heights and that's why you're not tall, as a joke. I didn't actually mean it literally. 4th: okay, you got me here. Yes, you're probably right, cliffs are probably much higher than 30 feet, but I didn't want either of them to fall like 100 feet or something. And it wasn't really a cliff, I just needed one word to explain a bunch of rocky structures. And with the rules of erosion and shit, I guess it couldn't be a lake, but I never really understood all that stuff in science class, so I guess I overlooked it. I thought about a river, but I figured that a river would be too shallow and if it was deep chances were he would be drifted away downstream, and the Aragorn wouldn't be able to find him, and he would die...etc. so I made a mistake. Sorry about that, glad you caught it...I don't think I'm going to rewrite the chapter though. I don't really have the time. 5th: I hadn't really focused on any past injuries. I figured that he should be concerned with the injuries that he was getting while sliding down the side of the rocks. The thing with the shoulder hurting in the water...that was actually pertaining to his right shoulder getting ripped up because he was leaning on his side, trying not to injure his head, while sliding down. Actually, the only effect his past injuries had on this chapter was the fact that he took off his mithril coat because it hurt his bruises from the cave troll injury, which I am going to explain in later chapters. I didn't see a reason to explain anything else. I mean really, if you're sliding down a rocky side, with the stones and rocks ripping into your back and burning away your skin like sand paper, are you going to be more concerned about some bruises on your chest and side? I mean, I'm sure their pain rekindled, but I think he was focusing on other things. Anyway, thanks again and sorry about the mistakes I made.
Xann: thank you! You're reading both my fics? Coolio. Glad you liked it! Yeah, I like stories w/injuries and angst... I don't know why, maybe because they're interesting and dramatic. Anyway, you do? Like looks like Elijah Wood? Or Elijah Wood w/curly hair and pointed ears? Sweetness! ... can you give him my number? LOL, I'm J/K!! but that is wicked sweet. Thanks again and hope this chapter was allright. Well it wasn't... but oh well.
Calenor: thank you! Lol, sorry about the cliff hanger, (almost literally). This chapter wasn't all that good, but it at least told you some stuff about Frodo, so there you go :). Yeah I know, I like stories where Frodo gets hurt too. But he's not my fav character... I think my fav is Aragorn, but my fav hobbit is definitely Pippin. Anyway, getting off subject now... thanks again and you'll have to keep reading to see if Frodo makes it or not.
Okay, thanks again, everyone!! I don't know when I'll update again, hopefully this week. But I'm not sure, I really have to update for my Outsiders fic and I have a final draft due in English on Friday... and I have a lot of work to do on that. So I'll update when I can.
I want... 3 reviews before I update again.
Flames and criticisms accepted. Long reviews treasured. All good reviews loved.
PS I STILL do not have my copy of Fellowship of the Ring back, so like I said before, this story is not going to be perfect because I have no book to check things with. Sorry. I'll see if I can get the book away from my niece, which I doubt. She probably won't let me have it until she finishes it.
Oh, is Peregrin spelled with an 'e' at the end? And when Frodo is stabbed by the Morgul blade, what does he cry out? Something about 'Elbereth'???? see, I am practically useless without my book!! *goes off to cry* (not literally)
Oh one more thing, how do you get italics and bold to come up?
~Lillia~