A/N: No more reviewsss makesss ussss very sssad preciousssss. We
weepssss, we ssso unhappy. Oh well, the show must go on. I know this
premise has been done to Mordor and back, but bear with me here, this one
is actually good (I think?)!
Gollum: I doessssn't sssssound like that, preciousssss!
Me: Yyyeahhhghhh!
Disclaimer: I don't own Lord of the Rings, Harry Potter, or the Mists of Avalon; they belong to their respective owners. I'd love to own Frodo, Harry, and (for some unknown reason) Lindir, if they happen to show up on eBay, though. I also don't own eBay. Drat.
*Tales of the Nine*******************************************************
The Fellowship looked up to see Sam drop out of the sky with a yelp. He hit the water, but never made a splash as he touched. The remaining hobbits gave identical cries of fear and hurtled to the sandy bank, the other members catching up and shouting orders.
"Stand back!" Aragorn said in a commanding voice.
"What should we do?" Pippin whispered in terror, not willing to take his eyes off of where Sam had vanished.
Legolas and Boromir came up with a solution, and began throwing things out of their packs in search of rope. Gimli grabbed Merry and Pippin, but Frodo saw him coming and dodged his hand. He threw himself from the shore, heedless of the consequences.
"Hang on Sam!" he called as he was about to hit the river. ********************************************************************
Sam braced himself for impact with the icy February water. But, this was strange indeed! Instead of splashing into the river, he felt his fall beginning to slow, as though he would stop just before he hit the water. The fog that he had just passed through was an all encompassing mist that clouded his line of sight and slowed him down. He felt as though passing through this fog was an experience in itself. He could almost hear a word being shouted, but he couldn't identify what it meant.
All of his musings were broken off when he softly hit solid ground front side first with an, "Oof!" He heard shouts all around him, but figured that in his elven cloak, the people wouldn't be able to find him anyway because he could blend into the surrounding landscape; they were probably just startled by the noise.
The hubbub that had broken out had just as quickly subsided, and he heard murmurs of, "What d'you reckon that was?" and, "I swear I just heard this smash, like something hitting the ground, not too loud, mind you."
"Alrigh', now, back ter the castle. Wouldn't want t'be late now, would yer?" a voice boomed out from behind Sam. To his relief, he heard the thudding of about twenty or thirty retreating feet, some still conversing in low tones, with the occasional snicker breaking out.
The hobbit was still severely shaken, but had recovered enough to look furtively around from under his cloak, draw it tighter around him, and make a break for the dreary looking forest straight ahead.
Once he got under the cover of the trees, he made sure there was no one else around before letting his breath out and slumping against the bole of the nearest pine tree. Where was the rest of the Fellowship, and more importantly, where was he. As many theories spun round his head, he heard a crash. He drew his cloak tighter around him as he heard a couple of groans. Wait, he knew that voice!
The figure groaned once more and got to its knees, holding one hand to its head as it looked around. "Where in the name of the Shire have I got to?" it asked.
"Mr. Frodo!" Sam exclaimed, "It's good to see you!" ***********************************************************************
The remaining members of the Fellowship had a tight hold on one end of the rope; the other end was tied to Aragorn's waist and he strode out to the edge of the bank. The unusually thick fog prevented him from even seeing which way Sam and Frodo had gone. He made an approximation and started wading out into the river.
"Sam! Frodo!" he called.
He was about waist deep when he vanished under the water.
"PULL!" yelled Boromir.
The entire company heaved for all they were worth, but to no avail. The current must be too strong, they thought. They all began to lose their footing, slipping and sliding in an attempt to keep a hold on the rope. Suddenly, the other end of the rope responded with a tremendous yank and the company disappeared under the water and fog. ***********************************************************************
"Have you any idea where we are Sam? I thought for a moment I was back on shore, but there is no shore around here, only these trees."
Sam shook his head at Frodo. "I'm as lost as you are, Mr. Frodo."
Frodo sat back on his legs with downcast eyes as he tried to come up with a solution to their problem and an explanation as to their whereabouts.
"Well," he said finally, "the best we can do for now is to look around a bit, see if any of the others have fallen in here, and then....then....." He paused. "Let's just think about that when the time comes, alright?"
"Aye. If we've fallen through, then the others have too, I'll warrant," Sam agreed. He went over to Frodo as he got to his feet.
The two hobbits pressed deeper into the forest. The place was dank, dark, and musty. They noticed for the first time that an eerie silence encompassed it. Staying close, the two continued on for some time before Frodo tripped over a tree root. At least, they thought it was a tree root.
"There you two are! Why did you run off in such a fashion, you two rascals?!" Gimli said in a muffled voice from where Frodo had tripped over him. Various scufflings from around the area signaled the Fellowship members' rise to their feet. Sam was hit out of nowhere by a projectile only slightly smaller than himself.
"Thank goodness you two are all right! When we saw you go into the river, we panicked, and we tried to get you out, but the fog was too thick, and –" Pippin was cut short as Merry slapped a hand over his mouth.
"I think they understand, Pippin," he said.
"Have you any idea where we are?" Legolas asked Sam and Frodo.
"Not one," said Frodo.
"I think it may have something to do with that fog," said Pippin in his best attempt to act knowledgeable. To say the least, his statement was followed by a chorus of wry groans.
Aragorn took Boromir aside and the two spent several minutes talking before turning back to everyone else.
"We should try splitting into two groups again, but I am loath to try it after what happened last time," Aragorn said with a reproachful look at the hobbits.
"Don't worry, we'll not be any trouble this time," said Sam.
And so, with Legolas, Aragorn, Frodo, and Sam going one way, and Merry, Pippin, Gimli, and Boromir the other, they explored the forest. None of the two groups members were willing to stray too far from their initial spot, so after a quick scan, they reconvened at the place where they had entered this place.
"Did you find anything?" was the first phrase out of Boromir's mouth.
Legolas shook his head.
"Us either," Merry said.
"Well, it is dark, so I vote we wait until morning when we can search in the light," said Gimli. The others nodded weary heads and made camp.
The hobbits were unable to sleep for quite a time, tired though they were.
"Do you think this is some trick of the Enemy's?" Merry whispered.
"I don't think so, because if it were, he would already have the Ring," Pippin whispered back.
"Good point, Pippin," Frodo said drowsily. "Besides, this place feels different from anyplace in Middle Earth that I've seen so far."
"Frodo?"
"What, Merry?"
"Did you just say Pippin had a good idea? I didn't think that was possible!"
A/N: Another chapter up, huzzah, huzzah! If anyone likes this, and I mean ANYONE, please review.
Gollum: I doessssn't sssssound like that, preciousssss!
Me: Yyyeahhhghhh!
Disclaimer: I don't own Lord of the Rings, Harry Potter, or the Mists of Avalon; they belong to their respective owners. I'd love to own Frodo, Harry, and (for some unknown reason) Lindir, if they happen to show up on eBay, though. I also don't own eBay. Drat.
*Tales of the Nine*******************************************************
The Fellowship looked up to see Sam drop out of the sky with a yelp. He hit the water, but never made a splash as he touched. The remaining hobbits gave identical cries of fear and hurtled to the sandy bank, the other members catching up and shouting orders.
"Stand back!" Aragorn said in a commanding voice.
"What should we do?" Pippin whispered in terror, not willing to take his eyes off of where Sam had vanished.
Legolas and Boromir came up with a solution, and began throwing things out of their packs in search of rope. Gimli grabbed Merry and Pippin, but Frodo saw him coming and dodged his hand. He threw himself from the shore, heedless of the consequences.
"Hang on Sam!" he called as he was about to hit the river. ********************************************************************
Sam braced himself for impact with the icy February water. But, this was strange indeed! Instead of splashing into the river, he felt his fall beginning to slow, as though he would stop just before he hit the water. The fog that he had just passed through was an all encompassing mist that clouded his line of sight and slowed him down. He felt as though passing through this fog was an experience in itself. He could almost hear a word being shouted, but he couldn't identify what it meant.
All of his musings were broken off when he softly hit solid ground front side first with an, "Oof!" He heard shouts all around him, but figured that in his elven cloak, the people wouldn't be able to find him anyway because he could blend into the surrounding landscape; they were probably just startled by the noise.
The hubbub that had broken out had just as quickly subsided, and he heard murmurs of, "What d'you reckon that was?" and, "I swear I just heard this smash, like something hitting the ground, not too loud, mind you."
"Alrigh', now, back ter the castle. Wouldn't want t'be late now, would yer?" a voice boomed out from behind Sam. To his relief, he heard the thudding of about twenty or thirty retreating feet, some still conversing in low tones, with the occasional snicker breaking out.
The hobbit was still severely shaken, but had recovered enough to look furtively around from under his cloak, draw it tighter around him, and make a break for the dreary looking forest straight ahead.
Once he got under the cover of the trees, he made sure there was no one else around before letting his breath out and slumping against the bole of the nearest pine tree. Where was the rest of the Fellowship, and more importantly, where was he. As many theories spun round his head, he heard a crash. He drew his cloak tighter around him as he heard a couple of groans. Wait, he knew that voice!
The figure groaned once more and got to its knees, holding one hand to its head as it looked around. "Where in the name of the Shire have I got to?" it asked.
"Mr. Frodo!" Sam exclaimed, "It's good to see you!" ***********************************************************************
The remaining members of the Fellowship had a tight hold on one end of the rope; the other end was tied to Aragorn's waist and he strode out to the edge of the bank. The unusually thick fog prevented him from even seeing which way Sam and Frodo had gone. He made an approximation and started wading out into the river.
"Sam! Frodo!" he called.
He was about waist deep when he vanished under the water.
"PULL!" yelled Boromir.
The entire company heaved for all they were worth, but to no avail. The current must be too strong, they thought. They all began to lose their footing, slipping and sliding in an attempt to keep a hold on the rope. Suddenly, the other end of the rope responded with a tremendous yank and the company disappeared under the water and fog. ***********************************************************************
"Have you any idea where we are Sam? I thought for a moment I was back on shore, but there is no shore around here, only these trees."
Sam shook his head at Frodo. "I'm as lost as you are, Mr. Frodo."
Frodo sat back on his legs with downcast eyes as he tried to come up with a solution to their problem and an explanation as to their whereabouts.
"Well," he said finally, "the best we can do for now is to look around a bit, see if any of the others have fallen in here, and then....then....." He paused. "Let's just think about that when the time comes, alright?"
"Aye. If we've fallen through, then the others have too, I'll warrant," Sam agreed. He went over to Frodo as he got to his feet.
The two hobbits pressed deeper into the forest. The place was dank, dark, and musty. They noticed for the first time that an eerie silence encompassed it. Staying close, the two continued on for some time before Frodo tripped over a tree root. At least, they thought it was a tree root.
"There you two are! Why did you run off in such a fashion, you two rascals?!" Gimli said in a muffled voice from where Frodo had tripped over him. Various scufflings from around the area signaled the Fellowship members' rise to their feet. Sam was hit out of nowhere by a projectile only slightly smaller than himself.
"Thank goodness you two are all right! When we saw you go into the river, we panicked, and we tried to get you out, but the fog was too thick, and –" Pippin was cut short as Merry slapped a hand over his mouth.
"I think they understand, Pippin," he said.
"Have you any idea where we are?" Legolas asked Sam and Frodo.
"Not one," said Frodo.
"I think it may have something to do with that fog," said Pippin in his best attempt to act knowledgeable. To say the least, his statement was followed by a chorus of wry groans.
Aragorn took Boromir aside and the two spent several minutes talking before turning back to everyone else.
"We should try splitting into two groups again, but I am loath to try it after what happened last time," Aragorn said with a reproachful look at the hobbits.
"Don't worry, we'll not be any trouble this time," said Sam.
And so, with Legolas, Aragorn, Frodo, and Sam going one way, and Merry, Pippin, Gimli, and Boromir the other, they explored the forest. None of the two groups members were willing to stray too far from their initial spot, so after a quick scan, they reconvened at the place where they had entered this place.
"Did you find anything?" was the first phrase out of Boromir's mouth.
Legolas shook his head.
"Us either," Merry said.
"Well, it is dark, so I vote we wait until morning when we can search in the light," said Gimli. The others nodded weary heads and made camp.
The hobbits were unable to sleep for quite a time, tired though they were.
"Do you think this is some trick of the Enemy's?" Merry whispered.
"I don't think so, because if it were, he would already have the Ring," Pippin whispered back.
"Good point, Pippin," Frodo said drowsily. "Besides, this place feels different from anyplace in Middle Earth that I've seen so far."
"Frodo?"
"What, Merry?"
"Did you just say Pippin had a good idea? I didn't think that was possible!"
A/N: Another chapter up, huzzah, huzzah! If anyone likes this, and I mean ANYONE, please review.