Far From Home

“I have decided,” Frodo spoke cautiously. “She will come with us as our prisoner.”

Roxanne looked at Frodo, her eyes wide and full of bewilderment, “Why?” she asked.

“You do not deserve to die, especially since we have no proof that you are a spy,” he said calmly.

“Thank you,” she replied meekly.

“I would not thank me yet,” he said sharply.

“Wait! We cannot let her live! We have to kill her now!” Gimli suddenly said loudly.

Loud arguing immediately commenced amongst the members of the fellowship. Gandalf, holding his fingers against his tightly closed eyes suddenly bellowed, “Silence! It is Frodo's decision and we shall do as he wishes. Understood?”

A chorus of “I understand” mumbled forth, from almost everyone in the Fellowship following the Istar’s pronouncement. The only two people who did not speak was Frodo, who did not need to say anything further, and Gimli, who was grandly living up to his dwarvish nature, and being stubborn.

“Gimli, do you understand?” asked Gandalf wearily.

“Yes Gandalf, I understand,” he said, in a manner that made it obvious that he disagreed vehemently with Frodo’s decision. However, he could not argue furtherand chose to keep his mouth shut.

“Let us make some lunch, then we shall decide how we are to keep her.” Gandalf voiced as Aragorn came to his side.

“Alright, ” answered Aragorn, “But how are we to keep her in the mean while?”

“We shall place her near the center of camp where we can keep a close watch upon her. We shall also bind her hands and feet so she cannot escape.” Said the wizard firmly.

“Legolas?”

“Yes Gandalf?”

“You shall take her near the center of camp and bind her.”

“As you wish,” said the Elf straight faced, but hiding his disagreement within.

Legolas moved swiftly towards her and asked gently, “May I have your hand m’lady?”

She reluctantly gave him her hand, without saying a word, he helping her to her feet.

“Thank you,” he murmured softly, leading her to the center of the camp and firmly bound her hands and ankles with rope. He was careful not to bind her too tightly as to cause her injury.

“I take my leave, m’lady,” he said softly. He then rose gracefully to his feet and quickly walked over to join the others.

As she sat there, wrists and ankles bound, she began to feel very frightened and alone. She wriggled her hands and fingers, bound behind her back, then moved her ankles a bit, eyeing the rope that now held her. She bit her quivering lip, now on the verge of tears, seeing how little they trusted her and how she now was very much their prisoner.