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Chapter Nine……………………..FORESIGHT
Legolas stared at her in shock.
“What?” His face bore a strange expression of fear and bewilderment mingled.
Failariël’s head swam, and suddenly, she felt very weary.
“I don’t know,” she said. “I just saw it happening. They killed your friends, right before they reached their destination.”
Legolas grabbed her shoulders, his manner suddenly sharp and imposing.
“Do you have the ability to see the future?” he asked. Failariël felt her spirits plummet. His eyes were flecks of ice again.
“I don’t know!” she said again, frightened for him, and herself. “I’ve never had anything like this before! But…”
He stared at her, his face hard and his expression unreadable. She sighed, and desperation edged into her voice.
“Legolas, you need to get to the Halflings before the others do.”
Legolas leaped from the bed, and was pacing across the room.
“Please!” she struggled to stand up. “Please, you must listen to me! What I saw will happen, unless someone prevents it!”
Legolas was silent, and continued to pace.
“Listen!” she cried. “Those Men… Southerlings! They will slaughter your friends – it will be a massacre! You must do something!”
“And what would I do?” he thundered back. She recoiled, leaning on the wall for support.
“I hardly know you Failariël,” he growled. “I trust you, but how can I know what you saw is true? You’ve never experienced this before, you’ve said it yourself.”
“But what could it hurt?” she shot back. “Even if there is no danger – which is unlikely – would it hurt to go look for the Halflings?”
“Your uncle had foresight,” said Legolas quietly. “Is this what you are suffering?”
“It must be,” she replied, her voice brisk and cold, matching the tone of his. “I cannot think of anything else.”
“Then I must leave.”
“I shall come with you.”
“No!” he swung out an arm, stopping her. “No. This is not your burden to bear. If the hobbits are in trouble, then it shall be I who can right them.”
“Why can’t I come?” she felt her eyes prick with angry tears. Why was he so…stubborn?
“Because you’re inexperienced,” he answered curtly. “I wouldn’t want you getting injured. Your father would probably have my head.”
“Well, then,” she began pacing around him. “How do you plan to find your friends? I don’t recall telling you where they were located.”
Legolas blanched.
“Tell me then.”
“Not unless you let me come along.”
“We’re wasting time!”
“Let me come, and I shall make up for that which was lost.”
Legolas’s eyes glittered angrily. “Fine then. Come along at your own risk.”
She smiled smugly.
“Let’s go.”
Theo struggled to keep up with the swift pace that Merry and Pippin set. Danny glanced over his shoulder and heaved an impatient sigh as he watched his friend struggle to catch up.
“C’mon Theo!” he called irritably. “We’ve got to hurry.”
“Aw, Danny,” panted Theo. “Don’t you think they’re going a bit quicker than necessary?”
Danny shrugged. “We don’t have much time.”
“What about that ambush that old man warned you of?”
“I dunno. He seemed crazy enough, but Merry’s worried.”
“Yeah, I can tell.”
Theo sucked his breath in with a hiss, and looked at the morning sky. It was entirely blue and tranquil; contradictory to the ill ease of the travelers. The sun beat down, golden and gently warm on his back. Despite the fairness of the day, Theo felt rather gloomy, as though something oppressive was hiding behind the cheerful rays of the sun. He didn’t like it one bit.
The party finally came to rest at a large copse, where they lay underneath the leafy branches of the slender trees. The sun was high now, and the heat gradually increased. Wilson complained about the possibility of him having a stroke. Danny chortled, thinking of how true he wished Wilson’s possibility would be.
Merry and Pippin sat and discussed. Apparently, they were still concerned about the Southerlings.
After a meager lunch (in a hobbit’s opinion) the band set off again, and the heat of midday was lessened. Tom, thin as he was, found that he was having as much trouble as Theo when it came to keeping up with the others. Soon, the two were straggling behind.
Grumbling, Merry came to the back to keep them moving. They had to reach Weathertop before sunset – or else they would be wandering around at the mercy of the wilderness and of the night. The day wore on swiftly, and they were forced to pick up the pace.
They came to a small outcropping of rock. The sharp juts of granite cast eerie shadows as the sun began to lower in the pleasant sky. Theo shuddered.
“I don’t think I care much for this place,” he said to Tom. “It gives me the creeps.”
“Why?” asked Tom bluntly. “It’s a bunch of rocks. Big deal.”
Theo shook his head. “I don’t know. Maybe I’m just imagining things.”
“No, I don’t believe you are,” said Merry, behind him. “But don’t worry. We’re about half a mile from Weathertop. We’ll be there very soon.”
Tom let out a sigh of relief.
A sudden shout made them all jump.
“OI!” Pippin yelled from the front. “MERRY, GET UP HERE!!”
There was a shriek, and several tall figures leapt down from the outcrop. Instinctively, the hobbits crowded together. There was a faint ring of steel as Merry drew his sword. Pippin did likewise.
“Fred, Tom, Wilson, Danny,” he instructed. “Get behind us.”
Tom whimpered, and clung to Wilson’s arm. Wilson’s eyes were wide and he sounded near hyperventilation. Fred got mashed between Theo and Danny.
The tall figures turned out to be men. They were lean and wiry, but their eyes were wild and ruthless. They bore weapons. Their leader was a disgusting bundle of skin and bones, his flesh yellow and waxy, the skin stretching tight over his face so he looked like a skull. He leered at them through a mouthful of broken and scummy teeth.
“Well, well,” he spat. “Look ‘oo it is! If it ein’t those two pipsqueaks that shoved us out ‘o their cozy ‘lil Shire.”
“Bill Ferny,” Pippin glared at him in utter disgust and contempt. “I thought you did the world a favor and died.”
Merry gave him a nudge.
“Let us through, Ferny,” he commanded. “We mean no harm.”
Ferny let out a cackle.
“No harm!” he jeered. “Will ‘oo listen to these ‘lil boogers! They talk like they never even did anythin’ to us, don’t they lads?”
The other Southerlings gave a roar of disapproval. There were shouts of “Kill them!” and “Rip their ‘lil heads off, Bill!”, but Ferny just stood there and grinned.
“For nine years,” he said quietly. “Nine years I’ve waited to git my revenge on ‘oo filthy ‘lil monsters.”
He gave a whoop, and the Southerlings charged, brandishing clubs, swords and spears.
“RUN!!” bellowed Merry. The hobbits scattered.
Wilson shrieked, and clawed his way past Danny, Tom in his wake.
(c) Rosiegirl24
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Please Login to post comments| On August 15th 2008 makemebreakme5 Said : | |
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OMG! update sOOn |
| On August 15th 2008 rosiegirl24 Said : | |
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Haha. yeah,I'm glad I posted this one, but mad cause our computer shut down so I lost the next two chapters. Now I'm going to post a very scary moment! |
| On August 15th 2008 xHickChick789x Said : | |
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yikes! RUN!!! I'm so excited for the next one now |
