Lindi A/N: Ok then. Thank you VERY much for the reviews! *tear* so
beautiful... well most of them. Applesauce *cough* Tiffer *cough* should
think b4 he reviews. Lol Well yeah this chappie is...well not that full of
adventure. It will clear up some questions you might have about what happed
b4 Rivendell, and what happened to our dear young Frodo Baggins. Tee hee.
So enjoy and R&R!!
Disclaimer: We own nothing! Well we own ourselves but we don't own any of the characters, places ect.... All the applause goes to J.R.R. Tolkien
Chapter Eleven
Abby thought for a moment. "Give me The Ring. I promise I'll give it back."
Ali thought about it. "Okay," she said. "Here." So, she took The Ring's chain from around her neck and handed it (with the ring on it) to Abby.
"There. Are you happy now?" asked Ali.
"Sure," Abby said, handing The Ring back to Ali. "As long as you don't end up corrupted. That would be bad."
"No kidding, smart one!" Ali said, rather sarcastically. "Well, I am going to bed. See you guys in the morning."
Ali walked off. She had no intention of going up to where most of the fellowship was snoring away. She fully intended to wander around Lothlorien. She had just gone out of sight of her friends when she came upon Galadriel standing near a pedestal with a bowl on it.
"Will you look into the mirror?" she asked.
"Umm... What will I see?" Ali asked tentatively.
"Even the wisest cannot say for the mirror shows many things," Galadriel said mysteriously. "Things that were, things that are, and some things that have not come to pass," she finished cryptically.
"Okay... do you think I would want to look?" Ali asked uncertainly.
Galadriel simply stepped back from the mirror. She said nothing.
Sighing, Ali crept up to the mirror and peered over the edge of the bowl. At first, all she could see was her reflection.
"Well, that is scary enough for me," Ali thought. Ripples suddenly formed out of nowhere. When the ripples stopped, it was not her reflection Ali was left staring at.
She saw a town burning and orcs running through it. The picture faded, and another took its place. Nazgûl were flying around Gondor. Again, the picture changed. The fellowship was surrounded by orcs. Everyone was fighting for their life. Ali saw Boromir die. Then, Lindi fell, unconscious. She and Merry and Pippin were hauled off by orcs. Ali couldn't see what had happened to Abby, but she felt sick to her stomach. She wanted to scream, but no sound came out.
Then there was only one thing Ali could see in the mirror: the eye of Sauron.
Ali leapt back from the mirror. She stared, wide eyed and panting with fright at Galadriel.
"What was it that I saw?" she demanded angrily, pointing at the mirror. "What does it mean?"
"What does what mean?" Abby asked. Ali spun around to see Abby and Lindi standing behind her.
"Oh, you looked in the mirror," Lindi guessed. "What did you see?"
"Nothing," Ali lied, shuddering. "At least, nothing that you don't already know," Ali tried to force what she had seen out of her head, but all she could see was one of her friends being hauled off by orcs while the other friend was missing. She was more than a little paranoid.
"I know what it is you saw, for it is in my mind as well," Galadriel said.
"You have no idea!" Ali snapped.
Lindi knew Ali hated it, but she was worried about her. Ali never snapped at anyone unless she was truly angry or frightened. To Lindi, it seemed a combination of both.
Ali turned back to her two friends, obviously irritated. "Come on you two! We shouldn't bother the Lady Galadriel any longer!"
"Now, Ali! I'm surprised at you!" Abby exclaimed in a mocking voice. "You better be careful who's around when you are angry; you might find yourself at the other end of an arrow." Abby chuckled, but Ali just sent her a look that would pierce Mithril.
They had turned their backs on Galadriel at this point and begun to walk back to camp. Suddenly, Abby stopped.
"Where's Lindi?" she asked. Turning back around, she saw Lindi very close to Galadriel, speaking with her. Ali and Abby looked at each other and ran towards her, but it was too late— Lindi had looked into the mirror.
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Lindi leaned over the bowl and stared at the scenes playing out before her. It was a horrible sight. Frodo and the other hobbits were running for their lives as Strider attempted to protect them from an unknown fear.
Another scene was revealed. Frodo disappeared as he put on The Ring and moments later reappeared, screaming in agony. Lindi recognized all of this, but something had changed from the movie.
She then saw herself, Ali, and Abby emerge from the trees, attacking the Nazgûl... but they were too late. The Nazgûl had struck Frodo again, but this time in the heart. He was dead.
Lindi saw Ali's form run and save The Ring from the Nazgûl's clutches. She managed to put the chain around her neck, but she was stabbed by the same blade that had slain Frodo before she could escape.
Lindi turned cold as she watched herself ushering the hobbits to safety and Strider keeping the Nazgûl at bay. Their forms disappeared as another scene evolved in the mirror.
Abby was trying to carry or drag the limp, screaming form of Ali's body. Lindi saw her collapse as Ali's screams continued. Arwen arrived, and the image dissolved.
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Abby saw Lindi jerk away. She looked horrible... and it wasn't the kind of horrible of a person after a crappy day— it was the kind of horrible that nobody ever wanted or deserved to be.
"Lindi..." Abby asked with trepidation. "Lindi...?"
"I- I'm fine. Just a little surprised, I guess."
"What did you see?"
"I saw how we got here and how Frodo died... I don't know why it was different from the movie..."
She turned to Ali, who had been quiet up to this point. "Ali, I saw you save The Ring from the Nazgûl. You were stabbed and screaming in pain. I felt so helpless!"
"It's going to be alright," Ali said reassuringly. "I'm alright, and I never felt that pain. Not really. You know that."
She led Lindi back to the tent. Abby followed, after a moment. She restrained herself just inches from the mirror. With a glance at Galadriel, who nodded, she ran to catch up with her friends.
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When the girls had reached camp all was peaceful. Everyone, except for Gimli of course, felt as one with the forest. Lothlorien was a safe place for them to be.
The hobbits began snoring loudly in their tents. A collective groan rose among the awake. Lindi looked at Abby, who nodded.
Abby marched into Merry and Pippin's tent.
"Uh Oh..." Ali knew was coming and a wicked grin flickered across her face.
Suddenly, she heard crying and two voice saying together: "No! You can't do this to us!"
Ali and Lindi entered the tent to find Merry and Pippin kneeling in front of Abby with looks of fear on their faces. Begging hobbits were not happy hobbits.
"Abby! I thought you were just going to smother them with their blankets! What are you doing?" asked Ali, slightly afraid to know.
Merry answered, "She told us that Sam will only give us three meals a day! She is a cruel elf!" He broke down crying.
The elf girls laughed and left.
Later, when Aragorn checked on the hobbits, he saw they had fallen asleep with twigs stuffed up their noses.
~Don't throw tomatoes at me! *hides behind desk* I'm sry about Frodo I really am but it had to be done! You know the drill... R&R! Oh and who thinks Tifferbeard should die? lol~
Disclaimer: We own nothing! Well we own ourselves but we don't own any of the characters, places ect.... All the applause goes to J.R.R. Tolkien
Chapter Eleven
Abby thought for a moment. "Give me The Ring. I promise I'll give it back."
Ali thought about it. "Okay," she said. "Here." So, she took The Ring's chain from around her neck and handed it (with the ring on it) to Abby.
"There. Are you happy now?" asked Ali.
"Sure," Abby said, handing The Ring back to Ali. "As long as you don't end up corrupted. That would be bad."
"No kidding, smart one!" Ali said, rather sarcastically. "Well, I am going to bed. See you guys in the morning."
Ali walked off. She had no intention of going up to where most of the fellowship was snoring away. She fully intended to wander around Lothlorien. She had just gone out of sight of her friends when she came upon Galadriel standing near a pedestal with a bowl on it.
"Will you look into the mirror?" she asked.
"Umm... What will I see?" Ali asked tentatively.
"Even the wisest cannot say for the mirror shows many things," Galadriel said mysteriously. "Things that were, things that are, and some things that have not come to pass," she finished cryptically.
"Okay... do you think I would want to look?" Ali asked uncertainly.
Galadriel simply stepped back from the mirror. She said nothing.
Sighing, Ali crept up to the mirror and peered over the edge of the bowl. At first, all she could see was her reflection.
"Well, that is scary enough for me," Ali thought. Ripples suddenly formed out of nowhere. When the ripples stopped, it was not her reflection Ali was left staring at.
She saw a town burning and orcs running through it. The picture faded, and another took its place. Nazgûl were flying around Gondor. Again, the picture changed. The fellowship was surrounded by orcs. Everyone was fighting for their life. Ali saw Boromir die. Then, Lindi fell, unconscious. She and Merry and Pippin were hauled off by orcs. Ali couldn't see what had happened to Abby, but she felt sick to her stomach. She wanted to scream, but no sound came out.
Then there was only one thing Ali could see in the mirror: the eye of Sauron.
Ali leapt back from the mirror. She stared, wide eyed and panting with fright at Galadriel.
"What was it that I saw?" she demanded angrily, pointing at the mirror. "What does it mean?"
"What does what mean?" Abby asked. Ali spun around to see Abby and Lindi standing behind her.
"Oh, you looked in the mirror," Lindi guessed. "What did you see?"
"Nothing," Ali lied, shuddering. "At least, nothing that you don't already know," Ali tried to force what she had seen out of her head, but all she could see was one of her friends being hauled off by orcs while the other friend was missing. She was more than a little paranoid.
"I know what it is you saw, for it is in my mind as well," Galadriel said.
"You have no idea!" Ali snapped.
Lindi knew Ali hated it, but she was worried about her. Ali never snapped at anyone unless she was truly angry or frightened. To Lindi, it seemed a combination of both.
Ali turned back to her two friends, obviously irritated. "Come on you two! We shouldn't bother the Lady Galadriel any longer!"
"Now, Ali! I'm surprised at you!" Abby exclaimed in a mocking voice. "You better be careful who's around when you are angry; you might find yourself at the other end of an arrow." Abby chuckled, but Ali just sent her a look that would pierce Mithril.
They had turned their backs on Galadriel at this point and begun to walk back to camp. Suddenly, Abby stopped.
"Where's Lindi?" she asked. Turning back around, she saw Lindi very close to Galadriel, speaking with her. Ali and Abby looked at each other and ran towards her, but it was too late— Lindi had looked into the mirror.
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Lindi leaned over the bowl and stared at the scenes playing out before her. It was a horrible sight. Frodo and the other hobbits were running for their lives as Strider attempted to protect them from an unknown fear.
Another scene was revealed. Frodo disappeared as he put on The Ring and moments later reappeared, screaming in agony. Lindi recognized all of this, but something had changed from the movie.
She then saw herself, Ali, and Abby emerge from the trees, attacking the Nazgûl... but they were too late. The Nazgûl had struck Frodo again, but this time in the heart. He was dead.
Lindi saw Ali's form run and save The Ring from the Nazgûl's clutches. She managed to put the chain around her neck, but she was stabbed by the same blade that had slain Frodo before she could escape.
Lindi turned cold as she watched herself ushering the hobbits to safety and Strider keeping the Nazgûl at bay. Their forms disappeared as another scene evolved in the mirror.
Abby was trying to carry or drag the limp, screaming form of Ali's body. Lindi saw her collapse as Ali's screams continued. Arwen arrived, and the image dissolved.
* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Abby saw Lindi jerk away. She looked horrible... and it wasn't the kind of horrible of a person after a crappy day— it was the kind of horrible that nobody ever wanted or deserved to be.
"Lindi..." Abby asked with trepidation. "Lindi...?"
"I- I'm fine. Just a little surprised, I guess."
"What did you see?"
"I saw how we got here and how Frodo died... I don't know why it was different from the movie..."
She turned to Ali, who had been quiet up to this point. "Ali, I saw you save The Ring from the Nazgûl. You were stabbed and screaming in pain. I felt so helpless!"
"It's going to be alright," Ali said reassuringly. "I'm alright, and I never felt that pain. Not really. You know that."
She led Lindi back to the tent. Abby followed, after a moment. She restrained herself just inches from the mirror. With a glance at Galadriel, who nodded, she ran to catch up with her friends.
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When the girls had reached camp all was peaceful. Everyone, except for Gimli of course, felt as one with the forest. Lothlorien was a safe place for them to be.
The hobbits began snoring loudly in their tents. A collective groan rose among the awake. Lindi looked at Abby, who nodded.
Abby marched into Merry and Pippin's tent.
"Uh Oh..." Ali knew was coming and a wicked grin flickered across her face.
Suddenly, she heard crying and two voice saying together: "No! You can't do this to us!"
Ali and Lindi entered the tent to find Merry and Pippin kneeling in front of Abby with looks of fear on their faces. Begging hobbits were not happy hobbits.
"Abby! I thought you were just going to smother them with their blankets! What are you doing?" asked Ali, slightly afraid to know.
Merry answered, "She told us that Sam will only give us three meals a day! She is a cruel elf!" He broke down crying.
The elf girls laughed and left.
Later, when Aragorn checked on the hobbits, he saw they had fallen asleep with twigs stuffed up their noses.
~Don't throw tomatoes at me! *hides behind desk* I'm sry about Frodo I really am but it had to be done! You know the drill... R&R! Oh and who thinks Tifferbeard should die? lol~