Whoa...people, I am SO sorry! I didn't know that last chapter did that until
I got a review about a long paragraph. I'll be much more careful when I
post this one. Also, I'm really sorry, but my computer is going through a
mutinous stage right now, and hopefully it will grow out of it the way
parents hope their teenagers will. Crap, I just doomed myself. I dunno what
it is, but computers have been conspiring against me since they were
invented. Any ways, here's the next chapter!
Disclaimer: It ain't mine, so you can't sue! Ha ha! Sucks for you! (get it? It rhymes! Hehe!)
The storms were getting worse and it was so miserable that they had to stop every few hours. Finally Gandalf accepted the fact that to go on would hurt more than help them, so they found a large crevice in the side of the mountain, big enough to fit them comfortably and block most of the wind and sleet. They stayed there for about three days, but all the while the hobbits were getting sick from the wet ground and freezing temperatures. Frodo was miraculously doing better than the others, but he still had a mild cold. Ane feared that the rest were getting pneumonia, and would have gotten it as well, but she had built up an immune system against it, since she loved to run around in the rain, and had gotten four times before. She took care of them with the help of Legolas, since he couldn't get sick, and made sure that the men and dwarf kept their distance. Gandalf was off making sure that they weren't being followed or ambushed most of the time. She figured the wizard was getting paranoid in his old age.
"How are you feeling Pip? Is your fever going down?"
"Yeah. I'm feeling a bit better. You should check on Merry, though."
"Merry? Are you doing okay? Warm enough?"
"Mm hmm," he mumbled.
She felt his head. "He's burning up. Legolas, can you get another wet rag?"
He handed it to her and she realized it was no more than piece of cloth from an extra shirt he'd apparently been shredding. She placed it on the hobbit's head and he opened his eyes to look at her. "Oh, 'ello Ane."
"SShh... you need to rest. Is there anything I can get you?"
He cleared his throat and said in a scratchy voice, "A song...sing a song."
"Yes, that would be nice, Ane. Sing us a song of your people. Not a sad one, though, like that one about your home," said Pip in agreement.
"How about something like the first song I heard you sing," piped in Legolas, "Something about your beliefs or your god."
"Well, alright." She thought for a moment and a song came to her. It was from her hymnbook and was called If You Could Hie To Kolob.
"If you could hie to Kolob in the twinkling of an eye, and then continue onward with that same speed to fly, do you think that you could ever, through all eternity, find out the generation where gods began to be?
"Or see the grand beginning, where space did not extend? Or view the last creation, where gods and matter end? Me-thinks the spirit whispers, 'no man has found pure space; nor seen the outside curtains, where nothing has a place.'
"The works of God continue, and worlds and life abound; improvement and progression have one eternal round. There is no end to matter, there is no end to space; there is no end to spirit, there is no end to race.
"There is no end to virtue. There is no end to might. There is no end to wisdom. There is no end to light. There is no end to union. There is no end to youth. There is no end to priesthood. There is no end to truth.
"There is no end to glory. There is no end to love. There is no end to being. There is no death above. There is no end to glory. There is no end to love. There is no end to being. There is no death above."
He smiled weakly and closed his eyes. She kissed him on the forehead gently and went to tend to the others.
They were forced to stay yet another day in the crevice, much to Gandalf's dismay. He desperately wanted to keep going, but there was no way that they could. Ane continued to care for the hobbits, trying hard to ignore the subtle symptoms that were telling her to brace herself for illness. She refused to get sick now, when the hobbits needed her so desperately, so she continued to keep herself as warm and dry as possible so that she didn't get any sicker than she was. Legolas was a humongous help to her, though he was steadily running out of shirts, which meant that she had to try and wash the ones they had as best she could while Legolas watched the hobbits for her.
That night, after switching duties with Legolas, she collapsed and fell asleep almost immediately, while he continued to relentlessly watch the hobbits, his elven blood the only thing that kept him from collapsing with Ane by the fire to sleep. He looked over at her. She curled up now, the cold finally forcing her to move her tired body. She didn't seem to be in a very peaceful sleep, but she was at least getting some rest, so he decided not to wake her from whatever dream she was having.
She was running through yet another forest, scared beyond reason. Something was chasing her this time, though the trees still weren't helping any. They didn't tear this time, but kept blocking her path. The thing at her heels was closing in on her, and she was running out of ways to go. Soon, she decided to stop, to face this foe. She turned and braced herself.
All was black.
"Ane?"
"Hush! You'll wake her."
"You can't keep going, you need rest."
"I'm fine."
"You're dead. You must stop."
"She needs sleep more than I."
"She's been sleeping."
"You're point being?"
"What's going on?" asked Ane as she listened to Legolas and Estel talking. She was bleary eyed, and struggled to make her eyes and mind work properly. "How long have I been out?"
"Twelve hours," said Estel.
"Twelve?! My lord! Why on earth did you let me sleep so long?!" she said as she bolted up and out of her bed mat. She made her way quickly to the hobbits. "Legolas, you should have woken me! I can't believe you went that long without sleep or help!"
"I did just fine," he said, trying in vain to hide his true weariness.
"Feh! My arse you're fine! You get to bed, I'll take care of them." She changed their cloths and started to give them water. Legolas silently lay down on her mat, enjoying the warmth that still lingered there as he fell asleep.
Sorry guys, but I'm really tired and this was all I could get out of my head right now. I don't know where I'm going with the forest nightmare thing, but you've got to admit, I've got you thinking, right? I dunno. I'm gonna put a twist in here soon. Oh, and Cornflake lady person, I ain't changing my story, so flame away. But as of right now, you're the only one to do so, so you're list of allies is thin. But if you thought Legolas was OOC in this one, I wouldn't read my other story, Where Am I Again? It wouldn't be your cup of tea.
Disclaimer: It ain't mine, so you can't sue! Ha ha! Sucks for you! (get it? It rhymes! Hehe!)
The storms were getting worse and it was so miserable that they had to stop every few hours. Finally Gandalf accepted the fact that to go on would hurt more than help them, so they found a large crevice in the side of the mountain, big enough to fit them comfortably and block most of the wind and sleet. They stayed there for about three days, but all the while the hobbits were getting sick from the wet ground and freezing temperatures. Frodo was miraculously doing better than the others, but he still had a mild cold. Ane feared that the rest were getting pneumonia, and would have gotten it as well, but she had built up an immune system against it, since she loved to run around in the rain, and had gotten four times before. She took care of them with the help of Legolas, since he couldn't get sick, and made sure that the men and dwarf kept their distance. Gandalf was off making sure that they weren't being followed or ambushed most of the time. She figured the wizard was getting paranoid in his old age.
"How are you feeling Pip? Is your fever going down?"
"Yeah. I'm feeling a bit better. You should check on Merry, though."
"Merry? Are you doing okay? Warm enough?"
"Mm hmm," he mumbled.
She felt his head. "He's burning up. Legolas, can you get another wet rag?"
He handed it to her and she realized it was no more than piece of cloth from an extra shirt he'd apparently been shredding. She placed it on the hobbit's head and he opened his eyes to look at her. "Oh, 'ello Ane."
"SShh... you need to rest. Is there anything I can get you?"
He cleared his throat and said in a scratchy voice, "A song...sing a song."
"Yes, that would be nice, Ane. Sing us a song of your people. Not a sad one, though, like that one about your home," said Pip in agreement.
"How about something like the first song I heard you sing," piped in Legolas, "Something about your beliefs or your god."
"Well, alright." She thought for a moment and a song came to her. It was from her hymnbook and was called If You Could Hie To Kolob.
"If you could hie to Kolob in the twinkling of an eye, and then continue onward with that same speed to fly, do you think that you could ever, through all eternity, find out the generation where gods began to be?
"Or see the grand beginning, where space did not extend? Or view the last creation, where gods and matter end? Me-thinks the spirit whispers, 'no man has found pure space; nor seen the outside curtains, where nothing has a place.'
"The works of God continue, and worlds and life abound; improvement and progression have one eternal round. There is no end to matter, there is no end to space; there is no end to spirit, there is no end to race.
"There is no end to virtue. There is no end to might. There is no end to wisdom. There is no end to light. There is no end to union. There is no end to youth. There is no end to priesthood. There is no end to truth.
"There is no end to glory. There is no end to love. There is no end to being. There is no death above. There is no end to glory. There is no end to love. There is no end to being. There is no death above."
He smiled weakly and closed his eyes. She kissed him on the forehead gently and went to tend to the others.
They were forced to stay yet another day in the crevice, much to Gandalf's dismay. He desperately wanted to keep going, but there was no way that they could. Ane continued to care for the hobbits, trying hard to ignore the subtle symptoms that were telling her to brace herself for illness. She refused to get sick now, when the hobbits needed her so desperately, so she continued to keep herself as warm and dry as possible so that she didn't get any sicker than she was. Legolas was a humongous help to her, though he was steadily running out of shirts, which meant that she had to try and wash the ones they had as best she could while Legolas watched the hobbits for her.
That night, after switching duties with Legolas, she collapsed and fell asleep almost immediately, while he continued to relentlessly watch the hobbits, his elven blood the only thing that kept him from collapsing with Ane by the fire to sleep. He looked over at her. She curled up now, the cold finally forcing her to move her tired body. She didn't seem to be in a very peaceful sleep, but she was at least getting some rest, so he decided not to wake her from whatever dream she was having.
She was running through yet another forest, scared beyond reason. Something was chasing her this time, though the trees still weren't helping any. They didn't tear this time, but kept blocking her path. The thing at her heels was closing in on her, and she was running out of ways to go. Soon, she decided to stop, to face this foe. She turned and braced herself.
All was black.
"Ane?"
"Hush! You'll wake her."
"You can't keep going, you need rest."
"I'm fine."
"You're dead. You must stop."
"She needs sleep more than I."
"She's been sleeping."
"You're point being?"
"What's going on?" asked Ane as she listened to Legolas and Estel talking. She was bleary eyed, and struggled to make her eyes and mind work properly. "How long have I been out?"
"Twelve hours," said Estel.
"Twelve?! My lord! Why on earth did you let me sleep so long?!" she said as she bolted up and out of her bed mat. She made her way quickly to the hobbits. "Legolas, you should have woken me! I can't believe you went that long without sleep or help!"
"I did just fine," he said, trying in vain to hide his true weariness.
"Feh! My arse you're fine! You get to bed, I'll take care of them." She changed their cloths and started to give them water. Legolas silently lay down on her mat, enjoying the warmth that still lingered there as he fell asleep.
Sorry guys, but I'm really tired and this was all I could get out of my head right now. I don't know where I'm going with the forest nightmare thing, but you've got to admit, I've got you thinking, right? I dunno. I'm gonna put a twist in here soon. Oh, and Cornflake lady person, I ain't changing my story, so flame away. But as of right now, you're the only one to do so, so you're list of allies is thin. But if you thought Legolas was OOC in this one, I wouldn't read my other story, Where Am I Again? It wouldn't be your cup of tea.