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He's Not Alone
Chapter 4
Elrohir and Elladan packed their horses for the ride back to Rivendell. It had been one whole day since finding Frodo and Aragorn thought it best to take word back to Lord Elrond and Frodo's cousins that he had been found. The rescue party had not left any sooner because of the weather. The red dirt had turned into mud making it an impossible task to take the horses down without their shoes slipping, taking their cargo with them. That's not to say that Aragorn would have not minded going back empty handed, ridding Middle-Earth of two unsavory souls.
The men who had tried to kidnap the Ring-bearer were tethered to the horses. The one that had been attacked by the bear had been tended to by Strider, but his hands were tied together in front of him, with a rope around his waist, attached to Elladan's horse.
"We have secured the prisoners, Aragorn," Elladan said as he sat upon his steed looking into his foster brother's blue steel eyes. He concluded that his thoughts were upon the little hobbit lying inside the cave. So, he asked about the other that saved Frodo's life.
"What about the bear? Will she live?" Elladan asked of Estel.
Aragorn thought hard about the bear. She seemed to have a motherly instinct and took to Frodo like an injured cub. He did not know what to do for her. The arrow was still in her shoulder area, but not bleeding out. She would not let Aragorn, nor Legolas tend to her. Her main concern was Frodo. She would attempt to bite the hand that neared the arrow. Reasoning that if the hand was near her, then it was not taking care of Frodo.
"She will be tended to," a man in a brown robe said as he approached the riders, interrupting the Ranger's thoughts.
Aragorn looked upon the newest stranger, fingering his sword hilt. The man had come upon them like a gust of wind, out of nowhere. Turning to the man, his attire reminded him much of how Gandalf dressed, but wore brown instead of gray.
"Please, I am of no harm to you," he addressed the Ranger, pointing to the fingered sword. "It was I who guided my lady to your young lad, and you to her. I do hope you came to him in time?" the robed man asked.
"Yes, he will be fine. Just some much needed rest and recooperation in the House of Elrond."
"All is good then," he stated. "No need of hurrying off. I have sent word to Gandalf the reason for your delays, and good fortune in finding the Ring-bearer."
Elladan looked down from his horse to his foster brother, mouth agape. Estel, too, gawked at the man of the revelation that he should know about the Ring-bearer. "Who are you, sir?"
"Well, I am Radagast. Wizard. Friend of the animals," he said matter of factly, that surely they should already know who he was by word from Gandalf. "I will tend to the lady. She will be just fine," he said and the brown robed Wizard strode off toward the cave's entrance, gradually disappearing beneath the earth.
It filled Radagast's senses, clearing his mind as he inhaled. "Yes," he said to himself, "Hands of a healer." Radagast kept moving past the fire to the bear lying to the right by the cave wall. He could tell with just the little light present, the Lady was in pain as the side of the mighty chest rose and fell with each wheezing breath. Walking closer to her, he immediately saw the injured hobbit covered with blankets, the left side of his face from his forehead trailing to just under the left eye, colors of purple and blue had blossomed. A bandage covered his forehead, dark red staining the fabric. Upon his inspection of the injuries, an odd sensation came over him as he bent at the waist towards the Ring-bearer. As sure as he could talk to animals, he felt the power of the One Ring bouncing off the cave walls like a pigeon trapped inside a building; thus killing itself eventually in an attempt to find a way out. This was not the case here. The Ring would find someone to lead it out and back onto the finger of its one true master.
The Ring called his name seductively, Radagast, Radagast. Entranced by the spell of the ring, the brown wizard slowly fell to his knees, laying his hand upon the Ring-bearer's prone body. He could feel the vibrations eminating beneath his hand from under the covers. Frodo stirred slightly as the mindless appendage peeled the blanket off, exposing the hobbit's unclad chest wearing naught but the golden Ring for all to see.
Goosebumps soon formed on Frodo's chest as a rush of cool air blew over the Ring-bearer when the covers were removed. A loud moan escaped the hobbits lips, as his hands groped at air, trying to find something to keep him warm. His hands were met with resistance, forced back down above his head as he then felt a large hand cover his mouth and nose. The hobbit came to his senses quickly, opening his blue eyes wide as the absence of air enraged him to fight harder to breathe.Sam had been on pins and needles all morning. He was expecting his master to come back at any moment. The bags under his eyes told the long night he had of tossing and turning. He just did not sleep well when he did not know where or how Frodo was. As soon as the sun rose, Sam was up, washed and breaked his fast with Mr.Frodo's cousins, then sat out on the patio waiting on the rescue party to appear through the gates of Rivendell.
"Did that moth tell you anymore of Mr.Frodo? That he was hurt, or just lost? When will they be back?" Sam asked that many questions and was about to fire out more when he noticed Gandalf staring out into the morning sky. "Mr. Gandalf, sir?"
Gandalf peered up at the morning blue sky, looking at nothing in particular, but seemed in a trance, his eyes never blinking once.
Sam tried again, this time padding over to Gandalf's side, tugging hard at the Wizard's robes. "Mr. Gandalf?"
Gandalf came out of his trance at the instance he felt the tug, never looking at Sam when he uttered,"Oh, no, Frodo!" his robes trailing behind him as he left in a rush, leaving the gardener in confusion.
tbc
Sorry so short. Will be longer next time.
Breon Briarwood----here is more Breon. Hurt not over yet
Lindahoyland----Aragorn did not know he could kick so hard either!!
Linriel----Here is chapter 4. hoped you enjoyed it.
Leia Wood----Frodo still going through turmoil!
Tiggivon----Strider will not soon forget that kick. Like Sauron not forgetting the sword that defeated him the first time.
Kaewi-----Hoped you enjoyed this chapter as well
