DISCLAIMER: I wish I owned Aragorn... yet I only own a poster with his face
on it. SIGH
ABBY'S NOTE: This chapter is longer than even our normal standards. I hope you enjoy it, because there is very little left in The Fellowship of The Ring. There is about one more page that will be shown in the next chapter, but this is basically it. I'd like to present a great idea! When you review (and I know you are all going to review) tell us which of our original characters (Abby, Lindi, and Ali) you like the best and tell us why. Next chapter I'll have a new poll. (Also, did the rose from last chapter turn out?) Love you all lots! Thanks for reviewing!
Chapter 15
Ali was drawn out of her thoughts rather suddenly when she heard a voice. She spun around to see Boromir collecting firewood behind her. She blinked a couple of times in order to make sure that she was awake... The camp was nowhere in sight.
"Oh brother," Ali muttered under her breath. "I'm in charge of The Ring, and I don't even know where the heck I'm wandering." Raising her voice to its normal level, she asked Boromir, "What did you say? Sorry, I was kind of... lost in my thoughts."
"I said that none of us should wander off alone— you least of all. So much depends on you..." Boromir trailed off.
"Yeah, I guess you could say that," Ali said, stifling a chuckle. All she could think was: "Thank you Captain Obvious!"
"You said that you were lost in your thoughts," Boromir said. "You looked troubled."
Ali's gaze became clouded and distant again. "Mmhmm..." she replied softly. Her focus returned to the present moment as she shook off her nerves as best she could. "It's nothing. Just something I heard at Lothlorien. It's not like I'm suffering or anything," she said calmly with a hint of a wry smile flickering across her face.
"If you suffer, is it possible that you suffer needlessly?" Boromir asked.
Ali sighed. "Boromir, I wasn't being sarcastic. I'm fine," she said.
Suddenly, Boromir seemed angry. His jaw clenched. "Maybe you do not," he growled, "but the people of Gondor, my people, do. All I ask is for the strength to protect my people!" he yelled as he threw his stack of firewood down. Ali was more than a little on edge. Boromir continued. "Aragorn has turned his back on our people. He refuses to help," he said, speaking more quietly but with the same anger in his voice. "But you can help us!" he said with a wild look in his eyes.
"You are right, Boromir," Ali said, weight behind every word. "I am helping them by keeping this evil from them, for it would destroy them. Forever." Ali stared at Boromir, hoping against hope that her words would break through his corrupted mind.
Boromir's face contorted with rage. "It could have been mine! It should have been mine! Give it to me!" he bellowed as he leapt at the elf maiden in front of him.
Luckily for Ali, being an elf made her reflexes as quick as lightning. She leapt away like a deer and sped through the woods. She thought she heard Boromir fall and yell for forgiveness, but she couldn't be sure. And she couldn't stop running.
Meanwhile, back at the camp, Abby and Lindi had begun to pack up their bags.
"Boy! Ali sure decided to sleep in today!" Abby grumbled. "Lindi, go wake her up!" she commanded.
Not feeling like starting a debate first thing in the morning, Lindi walked over to Ali's tent. The tent and all of Ali's things were there, but Ali was not.
"Great!" Lindi said, rolling her eyes. "Abby, it looks like our brilliant friend decided to go on a casual morning stroll," she reported, sarcastically. "And it looks like Boromir has conveniently gone off to look for more firewood."
"Better tell Aragorn and start looking for them," Abby said, rather grimly. She knew what this was going to lead to. "Should have stayed in bed," she muttered under her breath.
Ali had reached the summit of Amon Hen. She ran over to the large thrones of the ancient mountain kings. She leaned against one of the massive stone thrones and slid down to a sitting position. She felt very shaky.
She closed her eyes and forced herself to take several deep, calm breaths. She opened her eyes and forced herself to her feet. Ali still felt a little shaky, but her jaw was clenched in determination. She had to go to Mordor, and that was that.
Just as she was about to step out from the shadow of the throne, she saw someone walking towards her. Her sword was out of its sheath in record time.
"Ali?" the person asked. It was Aragorn.
Ali relaxed and put her sword back in its sheath. "Yeah," she managed to respond. "Sorry about the sword... I didn't know who was sneaking up on me," she said, trying to sound normal. She wasn't sure why that had suddenly become so difficult. "I have to go to Mordor now," she continued. "Each member of the fellowship can choose their own course, but mine is set. I am not going to Gondor if I can help it."
"That's fine," Aragorn said. Ali was obviously upset about something.
Aragorn didn't get a chance to ask what it was that had upset Ali. Both he and Ali could now easily hear orcs heading their way. Aragorn drew his sword to fight, as did Ali.
"Get out of here!" Aragorn yelled at Ali.
"I can fight, too!" she yelled back.
Aragorn was exasperated. "Too much depends on you for you to stay here and fight! Go NOW!"
Ali hesitated for a second more before scowling and sheathing her sword. "Good luck," she said sincerely before turning and running down the hill.
Lindi and Abby had been looking for their friend for what had seemed like eternity. Lindi groaned. "This isn't getting us anywhere. I think we should split up."
Abby didn't think this was the greatest idea ever, but she agreed. "Alright, I guess. Just yell or something if you get into trouble."
"Why? Are you gonna come rescue me or something?" Lindi asked jokingly.
"Not if you keep annoying me!" Abby threatened.
"Oh, I'm sacred now!" Lindi called over her shoulder as she walked away from Abby.
"You should be!" Abby yelled, determined to have the last word. When she didn't hear a response, Abby walked on in search of her other friend.
It wasn't long before Abby heard someone running her way. She ducked behind a tree and fitted an arrow to her bow. A moment later, the person came into view— it was Ali, running down the side of the hill.
Abby couldn't let the chance to trey and scare her friend go by unnoticed, especially after Abby had been searching for her for what seemed like ages. Right as Ali was about to run by, Abby jumped out in front of her.
"Abby!" Ali yelled, clearly not in the mood for such jokes. "Will you ever grow up?! Never mind, don't answer that. Where's Lindi? Is she gonna leap down from one of the trees or something?!"
"Shiesk, Ali! Lighten up!" Abby said, rather put off by the implication that she was immature. "No, Lindi is not going to leap out of a tree. I don't know where she is... She went off the other way, looking for you!" she said, gesturing in the direction that Lindi had gone.
"Please tell me that you are joking!" Ali said, the color draining from her face.
"Umm... no. Why? What's the matter?"
Without another word, Ali took off towards where Lindi had gone. Abby ran after her.
"We have to find Lindi before the orcs do!" Ali yelled at Abby over her shoulder.
"Why? Don't you think that Lindi would be able to get away from a couple of stupid orcs?" Abby asked. She was more than a little tired of trying to find her friends.
"Not according to Galadriel's mirror!" Ali muttered. Abby hadn't heard what she had said. All she knew was that it was pointless to try and get Ali to stop looking for Lindi at this point in time.
Lindi still hadn't found Ali. However, she did hear the hobbits yelling from the direction she was headed. She ran towards the noise, hoping that the hobbits had found her friend. She was sick of this "hide and seek" thing. Especially since this was slightly more important than a game.
As Lindi got closer to the noise, she realized that the hobbits were not yelling happily— They were calling for help. The noise of orcs had become mingled with their cry. Lindi drew her sword and prepared to fight as she heard a very different sound.
"The horn of Gondor!" Ali said as the sound of its blow flooded the forest. "And I will be willing to bet that Lindi will be headed towards that noise!"
The two elves continued towards the epicenter of the sound. By the time that they had reached Boromir, however, it was too late to do anything. The only orcs in the clearing were dead. The hobbits were gone. Boromir leaned against a tree, pierced with many orc arrows. It was easy to see that he was dying.
The smell of orc blood permeated the air. An oppressive feeling of death lingered among the trees. It made both elves physically ill.
Ali could see Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli headed in their direction. She would leave them to deal with Boromir— she couldn't. She motioned to Abby to head in the direction the orcs had gone. There was nothing they could do here, but perhaps they could manage to catch up with the orcs... without a word, the elves moved on again.
ABBY'S NOTE: This chapter is longer than even our normal standards. I hope you enjoy it, because there is very little left in The Fellowship of The Ring. There is about one more page that will be shown in the next chapter, but this is basically it. I'd like to present a great idea! When you review (and I know you are all going to review) tell us which of our original characters (Abby, Lindi, and Ali) you like the best and tell us why. Next chapter I'll have a new poll. (Also, did the rose from last chapter turn out?) Love you all lots! Thanks for reviewing!
Chapter 15
Ali was drawn out of her thoughts rather suddenly when she heard a voice. She spun around to see Boromir collecting firewood behind her. She blinked a couple of times in order to make sure that she was awake... The camp was nowhere in sight.
"Oh brother," Ali muttered under her breath. "I'm in charge of The Ring, and I don't even know where the heck I'm wandering." Raising her voice to its normal level, she asked Boromir, "What did you say? Sorry, I was kind of... lost in my thoughts."
"I said that none of us should wander off alone— you least of all. So much depends on you..." Boromir trailed off.
"Yeah, I guess you could say that," Ali said, stifling a chuckle. All she could think was: "Thank you Captain Obvious!"
"You said that you were lost in your thoughts," Boromir said. "You looked troubled."
Ali's gaze became clouded and distant again. "Mmhmm..." she replied softly. Her focus returned to the present moment as she shook off her nerves as best she could. "It's nothing. Just something I heard at Lothlorien. It's not like I'm suffering or anything," she said calmly with a hint of a wry smile flickering across her face.
"If you suffer, is it possible that you suffer needlessly?" Boromir asked.
Ali sighed. "Boromir, I wasn't being sarcastic. I'm fine," she said.
Suddenly, Boromir seemed angry. His jaw clenched. "Maybe you do not," he growled, "but the people of Gondor, my people, do. All I ask is for the strength to protect my people!" he yelled as he threw his stack of firewood down. Ali was more than a little on edge. Boromir continued. "Aragorn has turned his back on our people. He refuses to help," he said, speaking more quietly but with the same anger in his voice. "But you can help us!" he said with a wild look in his eyes.
"You are right, Boromir," Ali said, weight behind every word. "I am helping them by keeping this evil from them, for it would destroy them. Forever." Ali stared at Boromir, hoping against hope that her words would break through his corrupted mind.
Boromir's face contorted with rage. "It could have been mine! It should have been mine! Give it to me!" he bellowed as he leapt at the elf maiden in front of him.
Luckily for Ali, being an elf made her reflexes as quick as lightning. She leapt away like a deer and sped through the woods. She thought she heard Boromir fall and yell for forgiveness, but she couldn't be sure. And she couldn't stop running.
Meanwhile, back at the camp, Abby and Lindi had begun to pack up their bags.
"Boy! Ali sure decided to sleep in today!" Abby grumbled. "Lindi, go wake her up!" she commanded.
Not feeling like starting a debate first thing in the morning, Lindi walked over to Ali's tent. The tent and all of Ali's things were there, but Ali was not.
"Great!" Lindi said, rolling her eyes. "Abby, it looks like our brilliant friend decided to go on a casual morning stroll," she reported, sarcastically. "And it looks like Boromir has conveniently gone off to look for more firewood."
"Better tell Aragorn and start looking for them," Abby said, rather grimly. She knew what this was going to lead to. "Should have stayed in bed," she muttered under her breath.
Ali had reached the summit of Amon Hen. She ran over to the large thrones of the ancient mountain kings. She leaned against one of the massive stone thrones and slid down to a sitting position. She felt very shaky.
She closed her eyes and forced herself to take several deep, calm breaths. She opened her eyes and forced herself to her feet. Ali still felt a little shaky, but her jaw was clenched in determination. She had to go to Mordor, and that was that.
Just as she was about to step out from the shadow of the throne, she saw someone walking towards her. Her sword was out of its sheath in record time.
"Ali?" the person asked. It was Aragorn.
Ali relaxed and put her sword back in its sheath. "Yeah," she managed to respond. "Sorry about the sword... I didn't know who was sneaking up on me," she said, trying to sound normal. She wasn't sure why that had suddenly become so difficult. "I have to go to Mordor now," she continued. "Each member of the fellowship can choose their own course, but mine is set. I am not going to Gondor if I can help it."
"That's fine," Aragorn said. Ali was obviously upset about something.
Aragorn didn't get a chance to ask what it was that had upset Ali. Both he and Ali could now easily hear orcs heading their way. Aragorn drew his sword to fight, as did Ali.
"Get out of here!" Aragorn yelled at Ali.
"I can fight, too!" she yelled back.
Aragorn was exasperated. "Too much depends on you for you to stay here and fight! Go NOW!"
Ali hesitated for a second more before scowling and sheathing her sword. "Good luck," she said sincerely before turning and running down the hill.
Lindi and Abby had been looking for their friend for what had seemed like eternity. Lindi groaned. "This isn't getting us anywhere. I think we should split up."
Abby didn't think this was the greatest idea ever, but she agreed. "Alright, I guess. Just yell or something if you get into trouble."
"Why? Are you gonna come rescue me or something?" Lindi asked jokingly.
"Not if you keep annoying me!" Abby threatened.
"Oh, I'm sacred now!" Lindi called over her shoulder as she walked away from Abby.
"You should be!" Abby yelled, determined to have the last word. When she didn't hear a response, Abby walked on in search of her other friend.
It wasn't long before Abby heard someone running her way. She ducked behind a tree and fitted an arrow to her bow. A moment later, the person came into view— it was Ali, running down the side of the hill.
Abby couldn't let the chance to trey and scare her friend go by unnoticed, especially after Abby had been searching for her for what seemed like ages. Right as Ali was about to run by, Abby jumped out in front of her.
"Abby!" Ali yelled, clearly not in the mood for such jokes. "Will you ever grow up?! Never mind, don't answer that. Where's Lindi? Is she gonna leap down from one of the trees or something?!"
"Shiesk, Ali! Lighten up!" Abby said, rather put off by the implication that she was immature. "No, Lindi is not going to leap out of a tree. I don't know where she is... She went off the other way, looking for you!" she said, gesturing in the direction that Lindi had gone.
"Please tell me that you are joking!" Ali said, the color draining from her face.
"Umm... no. Why? What's the matter?"
Without another word, Ali took off towards where Lindi had gone. Abby ran after her.
"We have to find Lindi before the orcs do!" Ali yelled at Abby over her shoulder.
"Why? Don't you think that Lindi would be able to get away from a couple of stupid orcs?" Abby asked. She was more than a little tired of trying to find her friends.
"Not according to Galadriel's mirror!" Ali muttered. Abby hadn't heard what she had said. All she knew was that it was pointless to try and get Ali to stop looking for Lindi at this point in time.
Lindi still hadn't found Ali. However, she did hear the hobbits yelling from the direction she was headed. She ran towards the noise, hoping that the hobbits had found her friend. She was sick of this "hide and seek" thing. Especially since this was slightly more important than a game.
As Lindi got closer to the noise, she realized that the hobbits were not yelling happily— They were calling for help. The noise of orcs had become mingled with their cry. Lindi drew her sword and prepared to fight as she heard a very different sound.
"The horn of Gondor!" Ali said as the sound of its blow flooded the forest. "And I will be willing to bet that Lindi will be headed towards that noise!"
The two elves continued towards the epicenter of the sound. By the time that they had reached Boromir, however, it was too late to do anything. The only orcs in the clearing were dead. The hobbits were gone. Boromir leaned against a tree, pierced with many orc arrows. It was easy to see that he was dying.
The smell of orc blood permeated the air. An oppressive feeling of death lingered among the trees. It made both elves physically ill.
Ali could see Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli headed in their direction. She would leave them to deal with Boromir— she couldn't. She motioned to Abby to head in the direction the orcs had gone. There was nothing they could do here, but perhaps they could manage to catch up with the orcs... without a word, the elves moved on again.