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Chapter 11
Enellewyn lounged, the nose of the canoe cleaving through the clear, shining water. Legolas looked around at the scenery, rowing swiftly enough to keep up with the others. Enellewyn examined his face, golden hair, and cobalt eyes, looking so peaceful in the sunlight of midday.
In fact, she felt like leaning over and...
So astonished by her thought, she jumped, and the boat teetered on the water precariously. Gimli clutched the sides of the roomy canoe, letting out a grunt, Legolas looked briefly panicked, then calm again when the boat went still. Gimli gave her a murderous glare.
Enellewyn had turned scarlet from the roots of her long dark hair to the very tips of her scuffed and battered boots. She shrugged, trying to act natural, and directed her head in the other direction, facing away from her boat mates.
'What's happening to me? Best friends don't go together like that'. A small voice in the back of her mind objected to this. 'What if you like Legolas more than you know? Maybe even love-'
But Enellewyn intercepted before the voice could finish its sentence. 'I do not! And how would you know anyway?' She questioned angrily, folding her arms across her chest.
'Because, I'm your inner subconscious'. The voice said tauntingly. 'Well it's not true. I can't possibly. If I did, then I would've married him when I had the chance.' Enellewyn said, smirking inwardly.
'But what if you're only just realizing your feelings towards him?' The voice relished in silent victory. 'Wait. Why am I talking to you anyway?' With that, she squeezed the small voice out of her head with a certain satisfaction you can only achieve after getting rid of something that is exceedingly annoying.
They passed the Argonath, and further along the river, they docked the boats on the western shore. The making of camp commenced quickly.
Getting out of the boat and stepping onto dry land, Enellewyn felt a chill make its way up her spine. Sam was dozing under a tree and Merry and Pippin were snacking on the Fellowship's stash of food. Aragorn announced the course they would take, but Enellewyn paid no heed to what he or Gimli were saying.
She saw Legolas stride over to Aragorn.
"We should leave now," he said, eyes shifting around uncertainly.
"No," Aragorn said bluntly. "Orcs patrol the eastern shore, we must wait for the cover of darkness."
"It is not the eastern shore that worries me. A shadow and a threat has been growing in my mind. Something draws near. I can feel it," Legolas said, but he was unable to dissuade Aragorn.
There was a deep brooding feeling in the pit of Enellewyn's stomach. She also felt as if something dangerous approached, but she knew that Aragorn was stubborn at times, and it would be of no use to try and get him to take camp somewhere else.
"Where's Frodo?" Merry asked suddenly. Sam sat upright. Aragorn's worried eyes roamed to Boromir's shield. Everyone quickly divided to help and find Frodo. Sam trotted off with Aragorn, Merry and Pippin determinedly ran off together, Legolas and Gimli also ran off in a hurried frenzy, leaving Enellewyn alone in the empty campsite.
They searched through the forest, eyes darting around, trying to spy out the periannath, Frodo. Suddenly, Enellewyn heard shouting, and the noisy sound of crackling autumn leaves. She ran faster, coming to a clearing. Boromir was lying on the ground, pawing the empty air.
"Frodo?" he sobbed, looking around for the small being. There was no sign of him anymore. He looked up at Enellewyn helplessly, standing on shaky legs.
"Hurry, we must find, Frodo. I did something evil and treacherous," Boromir said, resolutely. Without waiting for her, he disappeared through the trees. Enellewyn followed, but she lost sight of him within minutes. Sprinting into another large clearing, she found Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli battling with forty some orcs. Enellewyn thought they looked bigger and more sinister than ever. With their heavier builds, they fought harder than ordinary orcs.
Legolas was firing arrows, taking orcs down one by one. However, Enellewyn unsheathed her sword, killing an orc on sight. Gimli wielded his axe menacingly, knocking the breath out of one. It fell soundly to the ground.
But they kept coming in giant waves, and a large group had cornered Enellewyn. As she fought ruthlessly, Enellewyn realized that she was desperately outnumbered and ran down the hill, into the forest.
To her surprise, the orcs paused, before running in a different direction. Enellewyn wasted no time to ponder this strange event, and sprinted away, in search of her companions.
A clear ringing sound weaved its way through the trees, but it stopped abruptly, to Enellewyn's great discomfort. She felt a deep foreboding, like a rain cloud that hung over her head wherever she walked.
Enellewyn stumbled through thick underbrush, but stayed behind when a terrible sight met her eyes.
Boromir was kneeling on the ground with two arrows protruding from his chest. One of the ghastly oversized orcs was standing in front of him, with an evil grin on his face, bow and arrow poised, ready to finish the kill. Merry and Pippin were charging at the onlookers of orcs, small elvish knives raised. But they only tumbled into the captive embrace of two of the orcs. Beads of sweat had accumulated on Enellewyn's brow. Merry and Pippin were yelling and shouting and the orc was pulling the bowstring taut as Boromir looked into the eyes of death.
Enellewyn made a quick decision and ran for Merry and Pippin. She lunged at the orc that was carrying Merry, but it only shrugged her off like a mosquito on a scorching summer day.
"Enellewyn!" Merry and Pippin yelled in unison as she fell to the ground with a thud. Soon the orcs dispersed into the forest, the hobbits' shouting fading away.
Quickly, getting to her feet, Enellewyn turned to see another arrow plunging into Boromir's chest. He flew backwards at the impact of the hit. Sprinting, Enellewyn thrust her shoulder into his chest.
They tumbled to the ground in a heap of limbs, and the orc rose over Enellewyn, rusted knife hovering over her head. A look of mild surprise passed over his face as he saw that Enellewyn was indeed, a woman.
Enellewyn seized the chance and thrust her knee into the orc's groin. He toppled over, and retaliated with a swift kick to Enellewyn's stomach. She flew into a tree, and the menacing orc prepared to hurl its shield at her neck, but Aragorn tackled him, effectively knocking it down.
As the two became engrossed in a scuffle, Enellewyn crawled over to Boromir who was lying limp at the base of the tree. He had taken on a pasty color, and blood was leaking onto his chin from his lip.
"Enellewyn," Boromir gasped. "You have proven your worth as a warrior. Though I did not believe in you."
"No, I abandoned you to death, something that no respectable warrior would do," Enellewyn said despairingly. Just then, Aragorn appeared beside her. Enellewyn nodded in understanding and stood up.
When Legolas and Gimli arrived, Enellewyn had tears falling from her eyes, and Aragorn was sharing a few last words with Boromir. Bodies were littered around and there was a terrible smell in the air, but no one acknowledged it.
Merry and Pippin were gone.
"They took the little ones," Boromir said, chest heaving, breaths coming in ragged gasps. Aragorn shushed him. "Frodo. Where is Frodo?"
"I let Frodo go," Aragorn said calmly. Legolas, Gimli, and Enellewyn looked on, sorrowfully.
"Then you did what I could not. I tried to take the ring from him." Enellewyn remembered him saying that he had done something 'evil and treacherous.'
"The Ring is beyond our reach now," Aragorn said.
"Forgive me. I did not see it. I have failed you all," Boromir was remorsefully.
"No Boromir. You have fought bravely. You have kept your honor," Aragorn said soothingly. He went to take the arrows out, but Boromir stopped him.
"Leave it! It is over. The world of men will fall. And the whole world will come to darkness. My city will fall."
"I will not let the White City fall. Nor our people fail," Aragorn promised. Boromir groped for his sword. Aragorn put it in his hands. Despite herself, Enellewyn felt tears sting at her eyes, but she subdued them from falling.
"I would have followed you, my brother. My captain. My king." And Boromir took his last dying breath, sword clutched in his calloused hands. Aragorn leaned over him, and kissed his forehead (A/N: I had a lot of problems typing this. I mean, I know it's supposed to be a sad time, but I still find it kind of weird. But never mind that.)
The four of them helped make a casket for Boromir's body out of one of the canoes. Enellewyn saw that one of them was gone. She figured that Frodo and Sam had taken off with that one. They pushed the boat, with Boromir lying in it, down the river and it slipped over the Falls of Rauros.
Legolas and Enellewyn hastily began pushing the boat off, into the water.
"Hurry! Frodo and Sam have reached the eastern shore!" Legolas cried frantically. Aragorn stood, strapping Boromir's arm guards on his wrists as a token of remembrance.
"You mean not to follow them," Legolas said.
"Frodo's fate no longer rests in our hands," Aragorn said, looking into the distance.
Then it has all been in vain. The Fellowship has failed," Gimli said, heaving an enormous sigh.
"Not if we hold true to each other," Aragorn said, clasping a hand on each of Legolas and Gimli's shoulders. He looked at all of them.
"We will not abandon Merry and Pippin to torment and death. Not while we have strength left. Leave all that can be spared behind. We travel light." A grin spread on my face. It was contagious and soon, both Legolas and Gimli's faces had smiles plastered on.
"Let's hunt some orc!"
"Yeah!" Gimli shouted in approval. He followed Aragorn into the forest. Legolas grinned at Enellewyn impishly and she thought she might faint despite herself. It was the same grin that had managed to stick with him for his whole life. Legolas vanished in the woods, cloak billowing out behind him.
'What have I gotten myself into?' Enellewyn thought, before dashing after Legolas.
And the desire to smooch Legolas grows! Lol. I didn't think this chapter was that good though. Ah, well.
Response To Reviews:
Moonbunny77-Sorry, no smooches until a loooong time. :o( I only do the LOTR movie lines because it feels incomplete not putting it in. But when I can, I'll try to just skip over it. Thanks for the tip!
Please review! The number of reviews is starving to death!!
Thanks to all who reviewed!!!!!!
Chapter 11
Enellewyn lounged, the nose of the canoe cleaving through the clear, shining water. Legolas looked around at the scenery, rowing swiftly enough to keep up with the others. Enellewyn examined his face, golden hair, and cobalt eyes, looking so peaceful in the sunlight of midday.
In fact, she felt like leaning over and...
So astonished by her thought, she jumped, and the boat teetered on the water precariously. Gimli clutched the sides of the roomy canoe, letting out a grunt, Legolas looked briefly panicked, then calm again when the boat went still. Gimli gave her a murderous glare.
Enellewyn had turned scarlet from the roots of her long dark hair to the very tips of her scuffed and battered boots. She shrugged, trying to act natural, and directed her head in the other direction, facing away from her boat mates.
'What's happening to me? Best friends don't go together like that'. A small voice in the back of her mind objected to this. 'What if you like Legolas more than you know? Maybe even love-'
But Enellewyn intercepted before the voice could finish its sentence. 'I do not! And how would you know anyway?' She questioned angrily, folding her arms across her chest.
'Because, I'm your inner subconscious'. The voice said tauntingly. 'Well it's not true. I can't possibly. If I did, then I would've married him when I had the chance.' Enellewyn said, smirking inwardly.
'But what if you're only just realizing your feelings towards him?' The voice relished in silent victory. 'Wait. Why am I talking to you anyway?' With that, she squeezed the small voice out of her head with a certain satisfaction you can only achieve after getting rid of something that is exceedingly annoying.
They passed the Argonath, and further along the river, they docked the boats on the western shore. The making of camp commenced quickly.
Getting out of the boat and stepping onto dry land, Enellewyn felt a chill make its way up her spine. Sam was dozing under a tree and Merry and Pippin were snacking on the Fellowship's stash of food. Aragorn announced the course they would take, but Enellewyn paid no heed to what he or Gimli were saying.
She saw Legolas stride over to Aragorn.
"We should leave now," he said, eyes shifting around uncertainly.
"No," Aragorn said bluntly. "Orcs patrol the eastern shore, we must wait for the cover of darkness."
"It is not the eastern shore that worries me. A shadow and a threat has been growing in my mind. Something draws near. I can feel it," Legolas said, but he was unable to dissuade Aragorn.
There was a deep brooding feeling in the pit of Enellewyn's stomach. She also felt as if something dangerous approached, but she knew that Aragorn was stubborn at times, and it would be of no use to try and get him to take camp somewhere else.
"Where's Frodo?" Merry asked suddenly. Sam sat upright. Aragorn's worried eyes roamed to Boromir's shield. Everyone quickly divided to help and find Frodo. Sam trotted off with Aragorn, Merry and Pippin determinedly ran off together, Legolas and Gimli also ran off in a hurried frenzy, leaving Enellewyn alone in the empty campsite.
They searched through the forest, eyes darting around, trying to spy out the periannath, Frodo. Suddenly, Enellewyn heard shouting, and the noisy sound of crackling autumn leaves. She ran faster, coming to a clearing. Boromir was lying on the ground, pawing the empty air.
"Frodo?" he sobbed, looking around for the small being. There was no sign of him anymore. He looked up at Enellewyn helplessly, standing on shaky legs.
"Hurry, we must find, Frodo. I did something evil and treacherous," Boromir said, resolutely. Without waiting for her, he disappeared through the trees. Enellewyn followed, but she lost sight of him within minutes. Sprinting into another large clearing, she found Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli battling with forty some orcs. Enellewyn thought they looked bigger and more sinister than ever. With their heavier builds, they fought harder than ordinary orcs.
Legolas was firing arrows, taking orcs down one by one. However, Enellewyn unsheathed her sword, killing an orc on sight. Gimli wielded his axe menacingly, knocking the breath out of one. It fell soundly to the ground.
But they kept coming in giant waves, and a large group had cornered Enellewyn. As she fought ruthlessly, Enellewyn realized that she was desperately outnumbered and ran down the hill, into the forest.
To her surprise, the orcs paused, before running in a different direction. Enellewyn wasted no time to ponder this strange event, and sprinted away, in search of her companions.
A clear ringing sound weaved its way through the trees, but it stopped abruptly, to Enellewyn's great discomfort. She felt a deep foreboding, like a rain cloud that hung over her head wherever she walked.
Enellewyn stumbled through thick underbrush, but stayed behind when a terrible sight met her eyes.
Boromir was kneeling on the ground with two arrows protruding from his chest. One of the ghastly oversized orcs was standing in front of him, with an evil grin on his face, bow and arrow poised, ready to finish the kill. Merry and Pippin were charging at the onlookers of orcs, small elvish knives raised. But they only tumbled into the captive embrace of two of the orcs. Beads of sweat had accumulated on Enellewyn's brow. Merry and Pippin were yelling and shouting and the orc was pulling the bowstring taut as Boromir looked into the eyes of death.
Enellewyn made a quick decision and ran for Merry and Pippin. She lunged at the orc that was carrying Merry, but it only shrugged her off like a mosquito on a scorching summer day.
"Enellewyn!" Merry and Pippin yelled in unison as she fell to the ground with a thud. Soon the orcs dispersed into the forest, the hobbits' shouting fading away.
Quickly, getting to her feet, Enellewyn turned to see another arrow plunging into Boromir's chest. He flew backwards at the impact of the hit. Sprinting, Enellewyn thrust her shoulder into his chest.
They tumbled to the ground in a heap of limbs, and the orc rose over Enellewyn, rusted knife hovering over her head. A look of mild surprise passed over his face as he saw that Enellewyn was indeed, a woman.
Enellewyn seized the chance and thrust her knee into the orc's groin. He toppled over, and retaliated with a swift kick to Enellewyn's stomach. She flew into a tree, and the menacing orc prepared to hurl its shield at her neck, but Aragorn tackled him, effectively knocking it down.
As the two became engrossed in a scuffle, Enellewyn crawled over to Boromir who was lying limp at the base of the tree. He had taken on a pasty color, and blood was leaking onto his chin from his lip.
"Enellewyn," Boromir gasped. "You have proven your worth as a warrior. Though I did not believe in you."
"No, I abandoned you to death, something that no respectable warrior would do," Enellewyn said despairingly. Just then, Aragorn appeared beside her. Enellewyn nodded in understanding and stood up.
When Legolas and Gimli arrived, Enellewyn had tears falling from her eyes, and Aragorn was sharing a few last words with Boromir. Bodies were littered around and there was a terrible smell in the air, but no one acknowledged it.
Merry and Pippin were gone.
"They took the little ones," Boromir said, chest heaving, breaths coming in ragged gasps. Aragorn shushed him. "Frodo. Where is Frodo?"
"I let Frodo go," Aragorn said calmly. Legolas, Gimli, and Enellewyn looked on, sorrowfully.
"Then you did what I could not. I tried to take the ring from him." Enellewyn remembered him saying that he had done something 'evil and treacherous.'
"The Ring is beyond our reach now," Aragorn said.
"Forgive me. I did not see it. I have failed you all," Boromir was remorsefully.
"No Boromir. You have fought bravely. You have kept your honor," Aragorn said soothingly. He went to take the arrows out, but Boromir stopped him.
"Leave it! It is over. The world of men will fall. And the whole world will come to darkness. My city will fall."
"I will not let the White City fall. Nor our people fail," Aragorn promised. Boromir groped for his sword. Aragorn put it in his hands. Despite herself, Enellewyn felt tears sting at her eyes, but she subdued them from falling.
"I would have followed you, my brother. My captain. My king." And Boromir took his last dying breath, sword clutched in his calloused hands. Aragorn leaned over him, and kissed his forehead (A/N: I had a lot of problems typing this. I mean, I know it's supposed to be a sad time, but I still find it kind of weird. But never mind that.)
The four of them helped make a casket for Boromir's body out of one of the canoes. Enellewyn saw that one of them was gone. She figured that Frodo and Sam had taken off with that one. They pushed the boat, with Boromir lying in it, down the river and it slipped over the Falls of Rauros.
Legolas and Enellewyn hastily began pushing the boat off, into the water.
"Hurry! Frodo and Sam have reached the eastern shore!" Legolas cried frantically. Aragorn stood, strapping Boromir's arm guards on his wrists as a token of remembrance.
"You mean not to follow them," Legolas said.
"Frodo's fate no longer rests in our hands," Aragorn said, looking into the distance.
Then it has all been in vain. The Fellowship has failed," Gimli said, heaving an enormous sigh.
"Not if we hold true to each other," Aragorn said, clasping a hand on each of Legolas and Gimli's shoulders. He looked at all of them.
"We will not abandon Merry and Pippin to torment and death. Not while we have strength left. Leave all that can be spared behind. We travel light." A grin spread on my face. It was contagious and soon, both Legolas and Gimli's faces had smiles plastered on.
"Let's hunt some orc!"
"Yeah!" Gimli shouted in approval. He followed Aragorn into the forest. Legolas grinned at Enellewyn impishly and she thought she might faint despite herself. It was the same grin that had managed to stick with him for his whole life. Legolas vanished in the woods, cloak billowing out behind him.
'What have I gotten myself into?' Enellewyn thought, before dashing after Legolas.
And the desire to smooch Legolas grows! Lol. I didn't think this chapter was that good though. Ah, well.
Response To Reviews:
Moonbunny77-Sorry, no smooches until a loooong time. :o( I only do the LOTR movie lines because it feels incomplete not putting it in. But when I can, I'll try to just skip over it. Thanks for the tip!
Please review! The number of reviews is starving to death!!