Chapter 22: Let's Hunt Some Orc
I grabbed a bandage out of my pack and replaced the makeshift one that I had made out of my undershirt which was now stained heavily with dark, crimson blood.
Legolas shoved a boat out into the river, "Hurry, Frodo and Sam have reached the eastern shore." Legolas turned around and raised an eyebrow when none of us followed him, I bit off the end of the bandage and stood up.
Aragorn tightened the bracers and stood still, not saying anything but watching the eastern shore. I could barely make out two figures walking into the forest.
"You mean not to follow them?" Legolas walked out of the river and onto the beach, glancing over his shoulder in defeat. I walked over to Aragorn and raised an eyebrow.
"Frodo's fate is not longer in our hands." Aragorn sighed.
"Then it has all been in vain!" Gimli grumbled in annoyance, "The Fellowship has failed." He sighed and looked around desperately.
Aragorn walked over to us and looked between us quickly, "Not if we hold true to each other. We will not abandon Merry and Pippin to torment and death. Not while we still have strength left." Aragorn announced, I smiled at the corner of my mouth and looked out the corner of my eye and Legolas.
"Leave all that can be spared behind," Aragorn said as he sheathed his dagger, "let's hunt some orc." He said and spun on his heel, jogging into the forest. Legolas and Gimli exchanged a glance.
"Yes!" Gimli bellowed, laughing heartily at the new journey that had just come up and jogging after Aragorn. Legolas and I followed closely and charged off in the direction the uruks had taken the two hobbits.
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