They were awoken at dawn by two hobbits shaking them. Nico snapped up, hand already on the hilt of his sword before his groggy mind registered the details of the past few days. Looking around, he could see fires being doused and bags being packed. Glancing at Percy, he could see someone had been kind enough to cover the three cousins in a blanket, from where they had fallen asleep next to Percy the night before.
Thalia had awoken similarly, a knife already drawn and waiting in her hand. Percy had awoken, bolting upright and on his feet for a second, before swaying dangerously. Nico and Thalia both lunged, each of them catching one arm, before carefully lowering him back to the ground.
"We're sorry to wake you three, but we're packing up. Gather your belongings and ready your horses. Will the young sir be able to ride?"
"I'll be fine. Don't worry about me," Percy said, a small grin on his face.
Thalia and Nico shared a glance above Percy's head, before getting up to grab their things. Seeing as Thalia was the only one who had anything more than a sword, it didn't take long.
Thalia grabbed her horse as well as Kyma. Even with Percy's assurances that he was fine, the two of them had needed to step in and help him onto the large horse. Nico climbed on behind him, wrapping one arm around his middle to keep him upright.
Percy leaned back, face pale, and shaking from the effort. "This sucks," he groused.
"Here!" Thalia called, tossing up a bottle of water she had just filled. Nico caught it, opening the bottle and passing it to Percy, who took three swigs. When he was done, he still looked like shit, but better than before. He was at least thankfully able to sit up on his own.
Thalia grabbed the black stallion she had ridden on before, and walked it over to her cousins, mounting him in one swift movement.
After about 10 minutes of walking, Faramir rode up beside them, Pippin riding with him. "How do you fare, young ones?" "Not that young," Percy muttered under his breath, swaying in the saddle. With Nico focused on keeping his cousin upright, Thalia answered for them all.
"Could be better. Could be worse," she said, shrugging. "Where are the others?"
"Lord Gimli rides with Lord Legolas, the Ringbearer rides with King Elessar, and Esquire Brandybuck rides with King Eomer."
Thalia let out a whistle. "Wow. Those are some hoity-toity names right there."
Faramir shot her glance, voice hard. "All deserved."
"What is a Ringbearer," Nico asked, breaking the tension.
There was a pause of shocked silence before Pippin cleared his throat. "Forgive us, we forget you are not familiar with this world's history."
Faramir spoke up, "Many years ago, an evil being called Sauron tried to take over the world. We defeated him, but he could not be killed. He had placed some of his essence in a golden ring. Over the year he had been slowly coming back to power. Around 4 years ago, a hobbit named Frodo-" "my cousin!" Pippin spoke up. Faramir smiled, before continuing. "A hobbit named Frodo discovered what the ring was. He, Sam, Merry, Pippin, Legolas, Gimli, Aragorn, Gandalf, and… and Boromir-" at that name, Faramir's head dipped down. There was a look of great sorrow on his face.
The three demigods shared a knowing glance. They knew that expression. They had worn it and had seen their friends wear it after losing a sibling.
They walked in silence for a few moments, giving Faramir time to collect himself.
He lifted his head, and they decided not to mention the liquid gathering in the corner of his eyes.
"Well, the 9 of them, the Fellowship of the Ring traveled to Mordor. Along the journey, they lost Gandalf and Boromir. After Boromir's death, the company split. Merry and Pippin had been captured, and Aragorn, Gimli, and Legolas went after them, while Frodo and Sam continued on their journey to destroy the ring. Thus Frodo and Sam earned the titles of the Ringbearers. Frodo and his uncle Bilbo, the other Ringbearer, sailed last summer. Thus, Sam is the last Ringbearer in Middle Earth. There is a longer and more detailed tale that awaits you once we reach the White City."
Aragorn, who had ridden up alongside them during the abbreviated tale, cut in.
"Yes, they may hear that tale when we arrive at Minas Tirith. Now, let us make haste. I wish to see my wife and son, and the faster we are, the sooner I can help your cousin."
Thalia and Nico nodded, spurring their horses to a canter. Aragorn took the lead of their large group, Eomer, Legolas, and Gimli, and Faramir riding alongside him, Thalia, Nico, and Percy behind them.
AN
Hi.
So, Percy's slowly getting weaker, but it's taking a while, given the fact that he's half fricken god.
Some of you are probably wondering when the hell Aragorn had a son. So this is set in the fourth year of the Fourth Age. So, four years after Sam and Frodo destroy the ring. From what I can gather, Aragorn and Arwen had a son, Eldarion in the first year of the Fourth Age. I don't know exactly when though.
I know this is really short, but I'm sick right now and I just feel like shit and I can't continue this chapter. Really sorry.
Sorry I didn't update sooner, I still am not allowed my devices.
I know I promised you guys continuous scheduled updates, but I just can't do that. I'll probably finish up a chapter and then post it immediately. I'm abandoning the scheduled Saturdays, so you'll just have to check every once in a while to see if I've posted.
Fallen-Angel signing out
