1
Chapter 6
The Dead Have No Cries
"Mr. Frodo! Mr. Frodo!" Sam cried, shaking him. Frodo opened his eyes, surprised he still could. "What is it, Mr. Frodo!?" Frodo looked up to see Boromir, Gimli, and Merry looking worriedly down at him. Then he saw Pippin sleeping soundly nearby and relaxed slightly.
"What time is it?" Frodo asked.
"It's almost ten, or I'm no Dwarf," Gimli informed him. Frodo's heart sank.
"The others aren't back," Frodo sighed.
"They still have time," Merry said, as optimistic as ever. He headed off to wake Pippin. There was an awkward silence because no one really knew what to say. Finally Boromir broke the silence.
"What was it that troubled your sleep, Frodo? You'd barely been asleep an hour when you started crying and screaming for Sam."
"I don't know. I guess it was a dream and nothing more," Frodo lied. Maybe he would tell Sam, later, when they were alone, but he couldn't speak the truth to Boromir, not after he had seen that light in his eyes. Maybe it was simply a dream, but perhaps it was more, much more.
Nearby, Frodo heard Pippin protesting to Merry's wake-up call. 'Good-ol' Pip,' Frodo thought, 'so sweet and innocent.' Gimli had set to pacing, muttering something about idiotic elvish princeling who couldn't keep himself out of trouble. It was obvious to Frodo, although Gimli could use every excuse in the book, he really cared about Legolas as if he were his brother.
"Well, the time of choice is upon us," Boromir said, calling the six remaining members of the Fellowship together. "What now shall become of our Company?" The silence upon which Boromir's question remained was as deadly to the spirit as the sword to the body. Fear fell upon Frodo, the same fear that had held his heart in grasp in the night. He had seen in Galadriel's Mirror what would happen should his Quest fail. She had also warned him of Boromir. Though his intentions were noble, what would he do to ensure the safety of Gondor? Would he bring about the doom of the world? The only answers Frodo heard to his questions were the silence and the wind whispering in a voice and tongue his ears did not understand. In it he found no comfort.