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12. The Breaking of the Fellowship
The
Company separated, running through the forest looking for Frodo and
Boromir. As the Countess ran up the
ridge, she sensed the presence of strange enemies and knew it would not be difficult
to find an enemy to fight. She ran up
the hill toward that presence. She heard
an evil voice call out “Find the Halflings!
Find the Halflings!” And amidst
the clanking of blade against blade she could hear off in the forest, the
Countess heard Sam calling for Frodo.
She ran to find Sam before the horrible things did.
She
saw Sam and ran toward him. “Sam!” she
shouted. He turned and looked at her,
standing stock still in the clearing and they looked at each other in shock.
“He’s
leaving,” Sam said to her.
“I
know,” said the Countess. The distress
on his face matched the distress in her heart; she didn’t know what to do. Follow Sam down to the river after Frodo? Or go up the hill to the battle that she
could hear in the distance? The question
because irrelevant just then as orcs came running down the hill at them, their
triumphant cries of “There’s one!” coming from them.
They
were different from the orc she had seen in Mirkwood years before; these
creatures were larger, looked burned, totally monstrous and she felt revulsion,
disgust and anger rising in her. “Go,
Sam!” she shouted and drew Galadriel’s sword.
Sam hesitated, his hand on his sword, and she turned to him and
smiled. “Go. There are only a few of
them.” Sam turned and ran down the hill while she ran up the meet the enemy,
lust for killing these revolting, unnatural creatures rising in her. And if any of these creatures thought this
battle would be an easy one, it was their last thought, as she moved more
quickly and dispatched them each in turn as they came down the hill at
her.
She
then heard the blast of a horn and forgot Sam, Frodo and Mordor
completely. She ran up the hill to find
Legolas, killing orcs as she found them.
Gimli
and Legolas were still fighting but the number of enemies they had to fight had
decreased, not only because some were killed but because at the blast of the
horn, most of the enemy had turned to run away as if drawn to the sound. She ran up to Legolas and Gimli and saw they
were unhurt. Then they all went to seek
Aragorn who had run ahead.
They
soon found him and stopped away from him, in respect. Aragorn was kneeling over Boromir, who was
lying on the ground, exchanging last worlds with him. “I would have followed you My Brother, My Captain,
My King.”
She
looked over at Legolas; he shook his head slowly at her. “We have hunted and slain many orcs in the
woods but we should have been more use here,” he said softly.
“Be
at peace, Son of Gondor,” whispered Aragorn and, leaning in, he kissed
Boromir's forehead. Finally catching up
to them, Gimli joined Legolas and the Countess as Aragorn stood up. “They will look for his coming from the White Tower,
but he will not return.”
She
sensed the grief in him but they had to go.
“We should go back down to the river,” said the Countess. “Sam says Frodo is leaving us.”
Aragorn
only turned around to look at them.
“Boromir fell defending Merry and Pippin; they have been taken,” he
said.
She
frowned. “Why were they content with the
capture of Merry and Pippin and not seek out the rest of us?”
Aragorn
said “The Uruks must believe they carry the Ring.”
“Well,
what do we do now?” asked Gimli.
Legolas
said “We cannot leave Boromir lying like carrion among these foul orcs.”
“No,
we cannot.” Aragorn turned back to look
down at the body of Boromir. “We will
see to our friend and companion first.”
They
brought Boromir down to the lakeshore and saw Sam and Frodo in the boat not yet
halfway across the lake. Frodo and Sam
looked back to see them on the shore but did not stop their rowing. Gimli helped Aragorn clean Boromir as best
they could and by the time they had finished and decided what to do with
Boromir, Frodo and Sam were close to the other shore.
They
placed Boromir’s body in one of the elven boats, Aragorn
pushed it into the water and they watched it go towards the falls. While the others had watched Boromir’s boat approach the falls, Legolas had been
watching Frodo and Sam, who were almost at the opposite shore of the lake. The Countess looked over at Aragorn then at
Gimli with a question in her eyes. Gimli
nodded to her.
They
watched as Boromir’s boat went over the waterfall, Aragorn fastening the
bracers he'd kept from Boromir; Legolas, impatient but quiet, wanting to
respect their need to mourn Boromir, finally tried to hurry them along. He took hold of the last boat and ran it into
the water, saying “Hurry! Frodo and Sam
have reached the eastern shore.”
But
the Countess and Gimli did nothing more than look over to Aragorn and he said
nothing but only looked over to the other shore, watching Frodo and Sam
disappear into the woods.
Then
Legolas understood. “You mean not to
follow them,” he said to Aragorn.
“Frodo’s
fate is no longer in our hands.”
The
Countess followed Gimli as he turned and walked over to Aragorn. “Then it has all been in vain,” Gimli
said. “The Fellowship has failed.”
They
all walked up to Aragorn. “Not if we
hold true to each other,” he said to them.
“We will not abandon Merry and Pippin to torment and death. Not while we
have strength left. Leave all that can
be spared behind.” He went to pick up
the knife Celeborn had given him and put it into this belt. “We travel light. Let’s hunt some orc.”
They
all smiled at each other, new purpose in their eyes. Gimli said “Yes!” and they turned and ran to
follow Aragorn up the hill, into the woods and after the orcs.
They
followed the orcs, now striding, now running, day and night, only briefly stopping
to allow Aragorn and Gimli time to gather strength to run the better.
Legolas
stood, the Countess pacing next to him.
“We would go faster to Mordor after Merry and Pippin without them,
Legolas,” she whispered to him. “They
run hard but their strength will eventually fail.”
“My
heart bids me go on,” agreed Legolas.
But Mordor? He could be in no
hurry for her to get to Mordor. “But we
must hold together, Orenin.”
And
it was just as well they stayed together.
Aragorn had to take over more of the tracking as the land was becoming
less green, more rocky, and the orcs tried to throw
the pursuers off their trail, making their trail even more difficult to follow.
After
days of pursuit, with no sight of their quarry, Aragorn suddenly turned aside, stopped
and bent to the trail. “Not idly do the
leaves of Lorien fall,” he said softly.
The
Countess’s heart leaped to see the elven brooch Aragorn had found. “They may yet be alive,” said Legolas, coming
back to them to see what Aragorn had found.
“Less
than a day ahead of us,” Aragorn said.
“Come!” and he began running ahead, with new strength.
“Come,
Gimli,” Legolas called back to encourage the Dwarf. “We’re gaining on them!”
“I’m
wasted on cross country,” Gimli shouted up to him. “We dwarfs are natural sprinters, very
dangerous over short distances.”
They
came up over a ridge and stopped, looking over the rocky plain. “Rohan” said Aragorn. “Home of the Horselords.”
He thought for a moment. “There’s
something strange at work here; some evil gives speed to these creatures, sets
its will against us.”
Legolas
ran ahead of them; finally, he could see their quarry in the distance and he
frowned in puzzlement.
“Legolas,
what do your Elf eyes see? asked Aragorn.
“The
Uruks turn northeast,” he shouted back at them.
“They’re taking the hobbits to Isengard!”
“Saruman,”
said Aragorn.
The
Countess looked at him in puzzlement.
“You are not surprised that they are not being taken to Mordor.”
“No,”
he explained. “The Uruks who took Pippin
and Merry bore white marking. Orcs in
the service of Barad-dur use the sign of the Red
Eye.”
At
dawn of their fourth day of pursuit, Legolas stopped running suddenly and
turned to the Countess running behind him.
“A red sun rises. Blood has been
spilled this night.”
After
only a few hours, they stopped again at the sound of the pounding of horses’
hooves. Gimli turned to Aragorn and said
“Shall we wait for them here or go on our way?”
“We
will wait; these horsemen are riding back down the orc trail. We may get news from them.” Aragorn led them to concealment in some large
rocks as the horsemen swooped up the ridge and then passed them. The riders did not perceive them sitting silently,
watching them pass.
Suddenly,
Aragorn stood up and called in a loud voice “Riders of Rohan! What news from the Mark?”
The
riders checked their steeds, wheeled and came charging around and soon they
found themselves surrounded by the horsemen, a thicket of spears pointed toward
them, drawing ever inwards.
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