Ch. 9 Injury on Amon Sûl
Frodo just stared in awe as Hiryuu fought, every stroke of her sword was graceful, every step she took, looked as if she was dancing. He was so concentrated on her, that he didn't see one of the Wraiths get by her. He only noticed it when the Wraith itself was practically on him.
Fearfully, Frodo tore his gaze from the fighting Hiryuu, to the ghostly Wraith towering above him (not that is wasn't all that had to do). Slowly, the Wraith brought its skeletal hand towards him, trying to get the ring that was currently around Frodo's finger.
Frodo immediately drew his hand away in fear. Seeing his reaction, the Wraith drew his own, pale hand and grabbed a dagger that was hanging by his sword, and thrust it into the scared Hobbits shoulder, just inches above his heart.
Frodo cried out in agony, as his shoulder was flooded with the came that was seeping from the tainted dagger. Once again, the Wraith tried to grab the ring from Frodo's finger, but in his hazy state of mind, Frodo was just able to hear a voice cry out. Then suddenly, most of the pain from his shoulder vanished, as the dagger was swiftly removed.
The injured Hobbit was barely able to register a dark shadow flying over him, swinging an equally shadowed blade in one hand, and a blazing torch in the other. He didn't concentrate on the shadow that was attacking the blinding Wraiths though, because the sensible part of his mind, the part that had fled after Sam had been tossed aside, came back, and told him to remove the ring. Now. He immediately complied and removed the gold object.
As soon as he became visible, he let out the cry of pain he had been holding in. Sam, hearing his masters cry, ran to his side.
"Frodo!" He yelled, forgetting all etiquette at the sight of his friends pain.
Meanwhile, Strider and Hiryuu were still fighting the Nazgûl, although it was more equal now, with Hiryuu taking on to of them instead of five, and Strider taking on three, since he had the only torch.
Indeed, it seemed as if the Wraiths were more afraid of the fire, than the two deadly blades that danced among them, for whenever Strider swung his torch, they would back away, s if scared by the flame. Finally, Strider managed to get the two that were ganging up of Hiryuu on fire, they continued to fight, ignoring the screeching their enemies were making as they tried to put the ever-hungry fire out. Immediately, they withdrew and fled, still screeching. Hiryuu and Strider then concentrated on the other three.
The three wraiths, seeing their comrades go up in flame, fled as well, but not before Strider threw his torch into one the wraiths 'faces'.
As soon as they were all gone, Strider put his sword back into his sheath, as did Hiryuu, as they both made their way towards Frodo. While they had been occupied with the fight, it seems that Merry and Pippin had made their way to their injured comrade.
"Strider!" Sam called out, fearing for his friend.
Strider, seeing that the injury might be worse than he thought, hurried the last final steps and knelt down beside Frodo. Hiryuu, meanwhile, kept her distance and watched, panting slightly.
"Help him, Strider." Said Sam pitifully, holding Frodo's hand in both his own.
Strider quickly looked at the wound and then saw the blade that had done this to him, laying beside him. He picked up the blade and sighed as the blade of the weapon turn to dust. He threw the useless hilt to the ground.
"He's been stabbed by a Morgul blade." Once again, Frodo cried out in pain. "This is beyond my skill to heal. He needs Elvish medicine." Quickly, he picked up the Hobbit and ignored his cries of pain. He passed by Hiryuu without giving her a glance, and headed down the path the Hobbit's had used to get up there in the first place. He was quickly followed by the rest of the Hobbit's, and finally, Hiryuu, although her eyes were downcast, she was not so quick to follow the hobbit's.
So, they half-walked, half-ran for the rest of the night, with Strider in the rear, carrying Frodo over his shoulder, wrapped up in Striders cloak to try to buffer the pain from all the jolts he was sure to get. Strider also carried a torch in his other hand, in case a Wraith attacked. He was on constant alert, swinging his head from side to side, catching every single detail around him. If he was going to be attacked, he'd rather have at least a couple of seconds of warning. After all, in a battle, seconds could mean all the difference between life and death.
"Hurry!" He yelled to those behind him. Immediately behind him were Merry, Pippin, and Sam, who was dragging Bill the Pony. Hiryuu took up the rear, torch in hand. Keeping a sharp eye out for any signs of an enemy attack.
"We're six days from Rivendell! He'll never make it!" Yelled Sam.
Strider ignored the Hobbits words, and spoke quietly to Frodo.
"Hold on Frodo."
In the haze of pain, Frodo called upon one of the people he had always counted upon all his life. The one person he knew would always keep him from harm.
"Gandalf!"
Fin of Chapter 9
Me; Sorry for the lateness & shortness of this chapter, but I felt that I had to get an update ASAP, but don't worry, I'll try to get another chapter up today! Even if it kills me!
Hiryuu; I hope it doesn't cause if it does, there'll be no more updates!
ME; BTW I'm sorry for not updating sooner, but I'm a very busy person. I have Curling EVERY Monday, and when I get back, my arms are usually killing me, Wednesdays and Fridays I have swimming, so that leaves only Tuesdays and Thursdays, along with the weekend to write. Also, I often baby-sit on Saturday evenings/ Sunday Mornings. And we mustn't forget that essay I got for both History AND English.
Hiryuu; Wow, you are busy! I know, but next week I'm getting a four day Holiday for Easter, and I plan to do NOTHING but write this fic. I hope this is alright with everyone?
Me; I would like to thank the following people for reviewing; crazycatluver and BloodyPenhand
Hiryuu; PS Just so you know, it's the authors birthday on the 31st, maybe if enough people wish her a happy b-day, she'll put up a chapter or two as her gift to you!