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Chapter 14: The Drimell Stair
The days had begun to grow darker and the nights colder. The miserable atmosphere of the quest was getting to Frodo and Mystic. Frodo hadn't even thought of the prospect ahead, though that could have been a good thing./ To add more to there heavy burden would have been to much and they both probably would have gone insane. Frodo did notice that every morning when he would wake up, his muscles where weak, and his strength was minimal. Mystic had noticed this of herself to. After the Dead Marshes, the Drimell stair was 2 days walk. With each day, they covered less and less ground. Mystic was internally sick and Frodo couldn't bear it much loner. Gandalf had told him that it would be as hard as last time, It was worse this time. After a week of walking through rocks and forests, they reached the dark city of Minas Mourgal. Frodo tried not to look at it when he brought Mystic past it. He could almost here the ring drawing him in. They climbed the overpass, onto the plateau where the stair started. Frodo insisted they wait till morning to prevent falls. They did, but didn't sleep at all. Every hour the ringwraith cry could be heard from miles away, like some sort of really annoying alarm clock. then in the early morning, a large group of dwarves and men ( the evil kind duh) marched out of the city. Even though there was only about two thousand, they could be heard miles after they where out of sight.
The next morning, Frodo and Mystic began climbing with a half an hour sleep on there belts. By noon Mystic had fallen 6 times, 2 almost fatal. They decided to take it very slow, considering for Frodo, the longer they took, the more time he could spend with her. They didn't talk much to each other, they where so busy concentrating on the stair. The first night was sort of scary for Mystic.
" Frodo, I don't like sleeping here." She said in a timid voice. Their four foot overpass was very measly, even Frodo had to admit it.
' Well just scoot over a bit." He said. She tried.
" But now I'm squishing you!" she cried. Frodo laughed.
" Mystic, I don't care where you sleep, I just want you to be safe tomorrow. Mystic smiled and resumed her " squishing Frodo to death" position. Well at least on of them slept that night. In time, Mystic learned how to maneuver on the rocks. They has spent a whole week on the Stair and on the seventh day, when Frodo was pulling Mystic up the last drop, Mystic slipped. She had on hand barely grasped on the rock and the other dangling down her thousand foot drop. She started to panic.
" Mystic!" Frodo cried. She looked at him with eyes that said HELP!.
" Hang on!" he yelled. He ran to his bag for the Elvin rope that they had gotten in Lothlorien, but it was half way down the stair on another particularly high platform. He ran back to her. Her muscles where already weak from her burden! He reached out his hand as far as his little hobbit hands could reach, but they barely touched.
" Swing your arm Mystic!" She gave him a puzzled glance but swung it back and then forward. Frodo firmly grasped her hand and pulled her up to safety. They both caught there breathe for a while. Then Mystic looked up, past Frodo, who was facing her.
" What's that?' She asked pointing behind Frodo. Frodo turned around and wanted to die, tehere was Shelob's Lair. The place that he would dream about entering, the dreams when you wake up covered in cold sweat. It took him a minute to reply.
" Oh, This is Shelob's lair."
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