DISCLAIMER- Do I look like I'm over 111? No. Do I look like a rotting
corpse? No. Do I look like a man?! I certainly hope not... =) So, now that
we've decided that I am *not* Tolkien, do you think I own the characters?
No.
Glad that we could agree on that.
I have no idea where on earth this came from... I just wondered if I could actually have the guts to make some of the Fellowship a little... different...
Well, looks like I do. =D
FELLOWSHIP- Oh crap...
I love it when they talk in unison! ^_^
Read on, if total chaos is your kinda thing...
~*~*~*~
The Fellowship was almost out of Hollin. It would take about another day and a half before they would pass through the Gap of Rohan, and from there, east to Mordor.
At that present moment in time however, it was night time, and under the twinkling stars of Elbereth and shady covers of the trees of Yavvanah, eight of the Nine Walkers slept soundly. Frodo, the Ring-bearer, was curled up in a blanket near the crackling fire with Sam not too far away, also wrapped in a cover. Merry and Pippin slept with their heads resting on each other's shoulders, showing the deep bond they shared as cousins.
Gandalf most certainly *seemed* to be asleep... though with the grey haired Istari you could never really tell...
Legolas the Elf was also wandering the paths of Elven visions, though it did not look it. He was leaning against a tree that almost seemed to shake its branches, so great was its delight with the Wood Elf's presence. His eyes were heavy lidded, like someone who was still awake but very tired, and his arms were folded across his chest.
Aragorn, son of Arathorn, turned in his sleep. He murmured something incoherent, although it sounded remotely like the word 'Arwen'. He was fine enough...
The Dwarf, Gimli, lay on his side, clutching his axe tightly. If he was woken suddenly, at least he would have the advantage of having his weapon at hand.
And what of the son of the Steward of Gondor?
Well, he was on watch...
~*~*~*~
"Aragorn... Aragorn, wake up!"
Aragorn groaned and slowly opened his eyes to see Boromir standing over him.
"Boromir? Wha- what is the matter?" he asked sleepily.
Boromir looked rather nervous. "It's just... I heard something. Out in the woods. I don't know what it was, but it sounded..." he paused, obviously searching for a word. "Evil." he said finally. "It held an air of darkness to it, and I fear that we both know what it is here for." he added.
Both Men glanced over at Frodo, who was lost in the world of dreams.
"It is nearly time for Legolas' watch. I am confident that the Elf will wake us if anything should concern him." said Aragorn.
Boromir nodded; he had developed great respect for their Elven companion's senses, for they came in almost invaluably useful at times...
~*~*~*~
Legolas' keen ears picked up a noise that he was certain was not normal. It was a dark sound, like the hissing of a snake, but this had screeches of owls hidden underneath it. 'Clearly', he thought, 'It is not something I would wish to find us out here.'
He drew his bow and notched an arrow to the string. Stalking with a cat- like grace, he tiptoed towards the darkened depression in the trees.
"Where are you going?" asked a small voice. Legolas jumped, whirling round to reveal Frodo sitting up looking at him. The Halfling's wide blue eyes looked straight into his, searching for an answer. Legolas did not wish to frighten the Hobbit with any more burdens than he had to shoulder already, yet he did not wish to lie to the Ring-bearer.
"I am just going to investigate something Frodo," he explained. "Just a noise. There is no need to trouble yourself." He finished this with a bright smile, trying to convince Frodo that he was telling the truth.
Frodo knew instantly that the Elf was being untruthful. The smile, although it was difficult to see in the twilight glow of the fire, had never reached Legolas' eyes. However, it was plain to see that the Elf was determined to go about whatever it was he was doing, and Frodo really had no power to stop him.
"Very well..." the Hobbit trailed off. As Legolas turned to head off, Frodo called out again; "But be careful!" At this, Legolas truly *did* smile.
"I shall Master Hobbit. Do not worry about me."
~*~*~*~
The forest was overpowering, its dark branches reaching out for him, hoping to cling to the Wood Elf's clothes and hold him in place. The leaves trembled with curiosity... or was it fear?
Above, the Moon shone like a sphere of bright silver, piercing through the canopy of greenery wherever it could, and lighting his path.
Legolas still had his bow taught, ready to loose the arrow at any threat that came near.
"Screeeeee..."
Legolas whipped round to face where he had just come from, his bow up in front of him. He could see nothing though. He gulped, and gripped his bow tighter to stop it slipping out of his increasingly clammy palms.
"Screeeeee..."
He whirled again to greet the threat face on. Yet nothing stood in his path. The situation was getting increasingly terrifying and now Legolas wished that he had remained at camp. However he regained his composure, telling himself to stay alert.
"SCREEEEEEE..."
It was getting louder... closer... more threatening. The Elf began to breathe more heavily and his heart race, but still he held his bow up. 'But what use was a weapon,' he thought to himself, 'If you can see nothing to use it upon?'
He was just pondering this as something grabbed him from behind...
~*~*~*~
Frodo woke as the first beams of sunlight hit his face. Yawning widely, he sat up and stretched.
"Good mornin' Mister Frodo!" beamed Sam happily. "Did you have a good sleep Sir?"
"Yes Sam, I did, thank you." he replied. Looking about him, he saw each of the Fellowship still asleep; he and Sam were the only ones awake.
Then he paused. He saw Merry, Pippin, Aragorn, Gandalf, Boromir, and Gimli all still slumbering, plus Sam and he made eight.
Where was Legolas?
Frodo was hit suddenly by a tidal wave of worry. Legolas had gone during the night to investigate something... could it be possible that he never came back?
"Sam?" he called shakily. "Did you see Legolas this morning at all?" He asked this because he knew that it was common for the Elf to always be awake before them and go for a walk. Sam stood and pondered this for a moment, his hand making an L-shape upon his chin.
"Now that you mention it Mister Frodo..." said Sam warily.
Frodo held his breath, hoping that the answer was one he would like to hear.
"No." finished the gardener. "He wasn't here when I woke up. Ol' Strider won't be too pleased either; it was his turn for watch after Mister Legolas. Looks like he forgot to wake him up!" Suddenly Sam stopped, his face changing from jolly and cheerful to apprehensive. "Mister Legolas doesn't forget stuff like that Mister Frodo..."
Frodo hastily unravelled himself from his blankets. "I know Sam, that's why I'm worried. He left last night to go and check something in the woods... from the looks of it, he hasn't come back."
Sam's eyes went as wide as saucers at this. "Oh no..." He burst into action immediately. "Strider! STRIDER!!!"
Aragorn woke bleary eyed at the Hobbit's voice. He was rather fed up of this. Then he realised that something must be very wrong for the normally quiet and shy Sam to be making this much noise. "What is the matter Sam?" he asked. Sam's shouting had woken the rest of the Fellowship.
Sam was gasping from his mad dash from one side of the camp to the other. "Mister... Legolas..." he trailed off. Aragorn knew that whatever had spooked the poor Hobbit somehow involved his friend.
"What, Sam?! What is wrong with Legolas?!" he asked nervously.
Sam was too busy regaining his breath to answer; fortunately, someone did that for him.
Frodo, wide eyed and voice quavering slightly, looked up at the rest of the Fellowship, but concentrated on the Ranger most.
"He's gone Aragorn. Legolas is gone..."
~*~*~*~
So... what do you think got Leggy?
Something *baaaaaad* if I've got anything to do with it... =D
R+R!!! =)
Glad that we could agree on that.
I have no idea where on earth this came from... I just wondered if I could actually have the guts to make some of the Fellowship a little... different...
Well, looks like I do. =D
FELLOWSHIP- Oh crap...
I love it when they talk in unison! ^_^
Read on, if total chaos is your kinda thing...
~*~*~*~
The Fellowship was almost out of Hollin. It would take about another day and a half before they would pass through the Gap of Rohan, and from there, east to Mordor.
At that present moment in time however, it was night time, and under the twinkling stars of Elbereth and shady covers of the trees of Yavvanah, eight of the Nine Walkers slept soundly. Frodo, the Ring-bearer, was curled up in a blanket near the crackling fire with Sam not too far away, also wrapped in a cover. Merry and Pippin slept with their heads resting on each other's shoulders, showing the deep bond they shared as cousins.
Gandalf most certainly *seemed* to be asleep... though with the grey haired Istari you could never really tell...
Legolas the Elf was also wandering the paths of Elven visions, though it did not look it. He was leaning against a tree that almost seemed to shake its branches, so great was its delight with the Wood Elf's presence. His eyes were heavy lidded, like someone who was still awake but very tired, and his arms were folded across his chest.
Aragorn, son of Arathorn, turned in his sleep. He murmured something incoherent, although it sounded remotely like the word 'Arwen'. He was fine enough...
The Dwarf, Gimli, lay on his side, clutching his axe tightly. If he was woken suddenly, at least he would have the advantage of having his weapon at hand.
And what of the son of the Steward of Gondor?
Well, he was on watch...
~*~*~*~
"Aragorn... Aragorn, wake up!"
Aragorn groaned and slowly opened his eyes to see Boromir standing over him.
"Boromir? Wha- what is the matter?" he asked sleepily.
Boromir looked rather nervous. "It's just... I heard something. Out in the woods. I don't know what it was, but it sounded..." he paused, obviously searching for a word. "Evil." he said finally. "It held an air of darkness to it, and I fear that we both know what it is here for." he added.
Both Men glanced over at Frodo, who was lost in the world of dreams.
"It is nearly time for Legolas' watch. I am confident that the Elf will wake us if anything should concern him." said Aragorn.
Boromir nodded; he had developed great respect for their Elven companion's senses, for they came in almost invaluably useful at times...
~*~*~*~
Legolas' keen ears picked up a noise that he was certain was not normal. It was a dark sound, like the hissing of a snake, but this had screeches of owls hidden underneath it. 'Clearly', he thought, 'It is not something I would wish to find us out here.'
He drew his bow and notched an arrow to the string. Stalking with a cat- like grace, he tiptoed towards the darkened depression in the trees.
"Where are you going?" asked a small voice. Legolas jumped, whirling round to reveal Frodo sitting up looking at him. The Halfling's wide blue eyes looked straight into his, searching for an answer. Legolas did not wish to frighten the Hobbit with any more burdens than he had to shoulder already, yet he did not wish to lie to the Ring-bearer.
"I am just going to investigate something Frodo," he explained. "Just a noise. There is no need to trouble yourself." He finished this with a bright smile, trying to convince Frodo that he was telling the truth.
Frodo knew instantly that the Elf was being untruthful. The smile, although it was difficult to see in the twilight glow of the fire, had never reached Legolas' eyes. However, it was plain to see that the Elf was determined to go about whatever it was he was doing, and Frodo really had no power to stop him.
"Very well..." the Hobbit trailed off. As Legolas turned to head off, Frodo called out again; "But be careful!" At this, Legolas truly *did* smile.
"I shall Master Hobbit. Do not worry about me."
~*~*~*~
The forest was overpowering, its dark branches reaching out for him, hoping to cling to the Wood Elf's clothes and hold him in place. The leaves trembled with curiosity... or was it fear?
Above, the Moon shone like a sphere of bright silver, piercing through the canopy of greenery wherever it could, and lighting his path.
Legolas still had his bow taught, ready to loose the arrow at any threat that came near.
"Screeeeee..."
Legolas whipped round to face where he had just come from, his bow up in front of him. He could see nothing though. He gulped, and gripped his bow tighter to stop it slipping out of his increasingly clammy palms.
"Screeeeee..."
He whirled again to greet the threat face on. Yet nothing stood in his path. The situation was getting increasingly terrifying and now Legolas wished that he had remained at camp. However he regained his composure, telling himself to stay alert.
"SCREEEEEEE..."
It was getting louder... closer... more threatening. The Elf began to breathe more heavily and his heart race, but still he held his bow up. 'But what use was a weapon,' he thought to himself, 'If you can see nothing to use it upon?'
He was just pondering this as something grabbed him from behind...
~*~*~*~
Frodo woke as the first beams of sunlight hit his face. Yawning widely, he sat up and stretched.
"Good mornin' Mister Frodo!" beamed Sam happily. "Did you have a good sleep Sir?"
"Yes Sam, I did, thank you." he replied. Looking about him, he saw each of the Fellowship still asleep; he and Sam were the only ones awake.
Then he paused. He saw Merry, Pippin, Aragorn, Gandalf, Boromir, and Gimli all still slumbering, plus Sam and he made eight.
Where was Legolas?
Frodo was hit suddenly by a tidal wave of worry. Legolas had gone during the night to investigate something... could it be possible that he never came back?
"Sam?" he called shakily. "Did you see Legolas this morning at all?" He asked this because he knew that it was common for the Elf to always be awake before them and go for a walk. Sam stood and pondered this for a moment, his hand making an L-shape upon his chin.
"Now that you mention it Mister Frodo..." said Sam warily.
Frodo held his breath, hoping that the answer was one he would like to hear.
"No." finished the gardener. "He wasn't here when I woke up. Ol' Strider won't be too pleased either; it was his turn for watch after Mister Legolas. Looks like he forgot to wake him up!" Suddenly Sam stopped, his face changing from jolly and cheerful to apprehensive. "Mister Legolas doesn't forget stuff like that Mister Frodo..."
Frodo hastily unravelled himself from his blankets. "I know Sam, that's why I'm worried. He left last night to go and check something in the woods... from the looks of it, he hasn't come back."
Sam's eyes went as wide as saucers at this. "Oh no..." He burst into action immediately. "Strider! STRIDER!!!"
Aragorn woke bleary eyed at the Hobbit's voice. He was rather fed up of this. Then he realised that something must be very wrong for the normally quiet and shy Sam to be making this much noise. "What is the matter Sam?" he asked. Sam's shouting had woken the rest of the Fellowship.
Sam was gasping from his mad dash from one side of the camp to the other. "Mister... Legolas..." he trailed off. Aragorn knew that whatever had spooked the poor Hobbit somehow involved his friend.
"What, Sam?! What is wrong with Legolas?!" he asked nervously.
Sam was too busy regaining his breath to answer; fortunately, someone did that for him.
Frodo, wide eyed and voice quavering slightly, looked up at the rest of the Fellowship, but concentrated on the Ranger most.
"He's gone Aragorn. Legolas is gone..."
~*~*~*~
So... what do you think got Leggy?
Something *baaaaaad* if I've got anything to do with it... =D
R+R!!! =)