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A/N- Ok I rewrote this so you can see how Frodo and Aragorn fell into the cavern.
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Chapter 1 Pain of Wounds
It was raining hard that evening. The whole Company's moral was low.
"Poor old Bill... I wonder if he's safe..." Sam muttered under his breath.
"I'm sure he made it back to Rivendell alright Sam." Legolas said reassuringly.
"I sure do hope so..." Sam replied.
"I'm starved!" Pippin said to no one in particular.
Everyone ignored the comment since they had almost run out of food.
"We will be in Lothlorien in two days Pip." Merry said to his younger cousin.
"But that's not soon enough..." Pippin sulked.
Later that night Aragorn thought it was best to continue under cover of darkness so that few enemies could track them. The Fellowship stumbled along wearily. It was still very slippery and wet from the evening rain.
Frodo stepped onto loose earth and fell down into a very deep hole, but luckily a tree root was sticking out from the wall of the hole and Frodo grasped onto it.
"Frodo!" Aragorn shouted. Then he tried to get a hold of Frodo's hand.
Frodo's grip was slipping on the soaked root and soon he fell down even farther into the hole. He hit the bottom of the cavern on his left rib. A horrid cracking sound was heard.
Aragorn lost his footing and also fell deep into the hole. Soon he hit the bottom of the cavern. He got up and thought (Nothing more than some cuts and bruises... but how fares Frodo?) He kneeled down by Frodo and found that his eyes were closed.
"Frodo! Frodo! Wake up!" Aragorn started to shake Frodo.
"Hmm..." Frodo mumbled as he started to drift back to the waking world.
Aragorn gave a sigh of relief as he saw two bleary eyes peering up at him. "Are you hurt at all?"
"My rib hurts..." Frodo said while indicating to his left rib.
"Let me see." Aragorn carefully unbuttoned Frodo's shirt and examined his left rib. He gently pressed on each of Frodo's ribs until he came upon the damaged rib.
Frodo cringed and groaned at the slightest touch.
"You have broken a rib, Frodo, I'll have to bind it." Aragorn made a makeshift splint out of the sticks lying near him, and ripped a strip of his own shirt to bind the splint to the broken rib. "Take this Frodo," Aragorn took a small wooden box out of his tunic. "I'ts opium it will help you by easing your pain." He took his finger and smeared it into the brown paste. Then he placed his finger in Frodo's mouth and rubbed the poppy mixture all over Frodo's mouth and tongue.
Frodo frowned at the odd taste. Then after a few minutes he fell into a deep sleep. He started to shiver, and Aragorn tucked a blanket around him.
Aragorn built a fire with the branches and twigs lying around. The small cavern slowly started to warm up. He looked up and found that it was past midnight. Aragorn glanced over towards Frodo's direction and saw that Frodo started to shiver again. So he carefully picked Frodo up and cradled him close to his chest trying to leach some warmth into the halfling's body.
After some time Frodo stopped shivering. Aragorn looked down to check on him. After being convinced that Frodo was fine and still in a deep sleep Aragorn fell asleep himself.
Slowly the fire died down, and once again the cavern became cold. Frodo awoke to find himself being held by Strider. Frodo welcomed the warmth. He tried to fall back into the secure sleep, but then there came the sound of the snapping of twigs.
Aragorn awoke suddenly and leapt to his feet nearly dropping Frodo on the ground.
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A/N- This is my first fict, so please don't flame me. And thanks to Sirius Lover for Life for helping me!ï