Pain from somewhere in the Darkness
Chapter two
Pain for Frodo
As I slowly came to I saw that I was lying by the fire that was now piled high and burning brightly, my three companions were bending over me.
"Mr. Frodo? Mr. Frodo sir, wake up please, please wake up," said Sam stroking my hair.
"Sam?" I asked not trusting my own hearing yet.
"Yes Mr. Frodo, it's me, how are you feeling?" said Sam.
"My shoulder, it grows cold. What happen? Were is the pale king?" I asked leaning as close to the fire as I dared.
"What do you mean master? We saw nothing but some big shadow shapes, coming toward us, then you vanished, and a big shadow rush past me, I heard your voice master but it seem to come from a great disdence or from under the earth crying out strange words, Strider found you lying face down with your sword beneath you, that was a good while ago and Striders disappeared, I still have my doubts about him.
"Sam!" said Strider.
"There he is now," said Sam.
"Sam, I'm not a black rider nor in league with them, I've tried to find something of their movements but I've found nothing, I don't think why they don't attack again, now heat as much water in those small kettles of yours and bath his wound in it, keep the fire going well and keep Frodo warm. Sam come over here, there seems only to be five of the enemy, why they weren't all here I don't know but I don't think we should let our guard down they will come again anther night, I fear Sam that they think your master has a deadly wound that will subdues him to their will," said Strider.
"Oh, oh no," said Sam looking at Frodo with a desperate look on his face.
As if Strider read his mind he said. "Now don't despair you must trust me now, your Frodo is made of sterner stuff then I had guess though Gandalf hinted that it might prove so, he's not slain and I think he'll resist the evil power of the wound longer then his enemies will expect, I will do all I can to help and heal him, guard him well wile I'm away.
I could hear all that Strider and Sam were saying but I couldn't comprehend it so I dosed, though the pain of my wound was slowly growing, and a deadly chill was spreading from my shoulder to my arm and side, my friends watched over me and the night passed slowly and wearily.
Dawn was growing in the sky when Strider at last returned,
"Look," he said.
"A black cloak with a slash a foot above the hem, the enemy is unharmed I fear, but all blades perish that pierce that dreadful king, more deadly to that black rider was the name Elbereth and more deadly to Frodo was this see how this knife is notched, it's point broken off yet how it melts in the growing light," said Strider.
"How strange," said Sam with a confused look on his face.
"Alas it was this accursed knife that gave the wound Few now have the skill and healing to mach such evil weapons, but I will do what I can with these leafs, I found this plant the dark by it's scent, I will bath the shoulder with the brew of it, see here," said Strider.
I felt a sharp pain when Strider put the brew on my shoulder and with out meaning to winced in pain.
"Oh I'm sorry Frodo," said Strider. He continued to put it on my shoulder but slowed in his pace.
After a few minutes I said, "The pain lessens, but I still can't raise my hand, and I feel too weak to stand."
The next thing I knew it was morning and Sam was sitting by me with a small bowl in his hand. "Come Mr. Frodo sir, just take a little please, Mr. Strider says you need all the food we can get in you," said Sam as he tilted the bowl of broth toward my mouth.
I was freezing cold, I couldn't feel my arm any more. My eyes were glazed over so I could only see the out line of Sam and my cousins leaning over me.
"Please Mr. Frodo," I heard Sam say again.
"Come on Frodo, take a little, please," it was a new voice, and I could barely tell who it was, it was Merry.
I slowly took a little but I couldn't take any more and some how Sam knew it.
"That will do Mr. Frodo, that will do," said Sam.
TBC
Here we go again, tell me what you think.
