Legolas’s desperate voice broke through to me. He sounded like in a panic, so I got up and climbed up the small cliff.
Legolas called again, sounding even more concerned then before. I held on to the edge of the cliff, trying to pull myself back up. But my head had started spinning again, and it did not feel good.
I felt his hands on me almost immediately, as he helped me back up.
“Lie down. You are hurt.”
He said with great concern. I shook my head, even though it made it spin even more.
I asked, and looked around. Gimli helped me find him, by pointing. Aragorn was with him, but not even his great healing powers could save him.
“Rest in peace, son of Gondor.”
Aragorn said, as Boromir had passed away. It hurt, and did not help my already hurting head. A numb feeling set in, and Legolas pulled me close.
He called, sounding concerned.
“I am fine. Where is Merry and Pippin? Frodo and Sam?”
I asked, trying to shake it of me.
“They took Merry and Pippin.”
Gimli answered, as Aragorn sat down on his knees and carefully touched me where I had been hit. I made a complaining noise.
“A concussion, nothing more. You are lucky, it could have been worse.”
Aragorn said, as I looked at his arm.
I asked. He shrugged, pretending like it was nothing.
“I have some herbs back at the camp that will take away the dizziness.”
Aragorn said, and got back up.
“We have to follow them. We have to find Merry and Pippin before they are hurt.”
I said, and got up.
“What of Frodo and Sam?”
“They have left us. They had to, or the ring would have consumed us all.”
“Galadriel told you?”
Aragorn asked, remembering Galadriel’s mirror. I nodded. I had been well aware that the two hobbits would have to leave us, just not when.
“We tend to your wounds first, and then we follow.”
Legolas said. I nodded in an agreement, and got back on my feet. Frodo and Sam were on their way to Mordor, I wished them the best of luck. And we were on our way to save Merry and Pippin. We would not leaving them to torture and death.