Authoress Note: Welcome to Chapter 10 of Frozen. Thank you to those who have left reviews for this story. It really does mean a lot to me. I hope that you guys continue to love this story. There is only one chapter left after this chapter. And the last chapter will be a doozy of a chapter. You'll see soon enough of what will happen. Without further ado Chapter 10.
Each of the members of the Fellowship were given an Elven cloak.
Asta bit her lip softly as she covered up the black gear of her Easterling nature. It felt odd to her that they had willingly trusted her, but the lady of the woods was very kind to her and saw the desire to do good in the world, no longer having the darkness in her heart.
Celeborn looked at the group, his brows raising slightly as he looked at them. "Never before have we clad strangers in the garb of our own people. May these cloaks help shield you from unfriendly eyes."
Legolas loaded supplies into a boat that Merry and Pippin were sitting on. He took a piece of the lembas out of a pack. "Lembas. Elvish waybread. One small bite is enough to fill the stomach of a grown man."
Merry and Pippin nodded their heads in agreement.
Legolast turned and left to go and gather more of their supplies.
"How many did you eat?" Merry asked, looking over at his friend.
Asta shook her head lightly. She turned her head to see everyone starting to get into the boats. She carefully got into the boat with Boromir.
Galadriel came up to them bearing gifts for them before they left. "My gift for you, Legolas, is a bow of the Galadhrim. Worthy of the skill of our woodland kin."
Legolas looked at the bow in wonder before bowing his head in thanks to Galadriel.
Merry and Pippin unsheathe the daggers that she had given them.
"These are the daggers of the Noldorin. They have already seen service in war. Do not fear, young Peregrin Took. You will find your courage. And for you, Samwise Gamgee, Elven rope made of hithlain."
"Thank you, my lady. Have you run out of those nice, shiny daggers?" Sam asked softly.
Galadriel just smiled at Sam without responding. "And what gift would a dwarf ask of the Elves?"
"Nothing. Except to look upon the lady of the Galadhrim one last time, for she is more fair than all the jewels beneath the earth."
Galadriel laughed and Gimli started to turn away, before turning around again.
"Actually, there was one thing. No, no, I couldn't. It's quite impossible. Stupid to ask…"
Asta shook her head lightly.
"I have nothing greater to give than the gift you already bear." Galadriel said as she touched the Evenstar around Aragorn's neck. "Am meleth dîn, i ant e guil Arwen Undómiel pígatha."
"Aníron i e broniatha, ad ae periatham athar i methid en-amar hen. Aníron i e círatha na Valannor." Aragorn said softly.
"That choice is yet before her. You have your own choice to make, Aragorn. To rise above the height of all your fathers since the days of Elendil, or to fall into darkness with all that is left of your kin. Namárië. Nadath nâ i moe cerich. Dan, ú-'eveditham, Elessar." She turned to Asta who was looking at her new sword. "Treasure it. It has seen many battles and it will guide you to victory."
Asta looked up slowly and nodded her head before bowing her head in thanks.
"Farewell, Frodo Baggins. I give you the light of Eärendil, our most beloved star." She said, handing Frodo a crystal phial. She kissed his forehead lightly. "May it be a light for you in dark places, when all other lights go out." Galadriel raised her hand in farewell as the Fellowship began to canoe down the river.
Asta bit her lip as they travelled down the river.
Boromir looked back at her with a concerned look. "You look worried." He said softly.
Asta looked up at him, her brows furrowed. "Of course I am worried." She said softly leaning forward a little bit her violet eyes locking with his blue ones. "Just like you are… but for a different reason." She bit her lip softly. "We're beginning to get closer to where my people roam… They'll be ruthless."
They reached the great river.
"I have taken my worst wound at this parting, having looked my last upon that which is fairest. Henceforth I will call nothing fair unless it is her gift to me." Gimli said softly.
"What was her gift?" Legolas looked over at the dwarf.
"I asked her for one hair from her golden head. She gave me three." Gimli stated as he looked up at Legolas.
They floated along the Anduin. The boats passed through a canyon. They slowly came to a stop for the night on the bank of the river.
Boromir saw something move in the water.
"Gollum. He has tracked us since Moria. I had hoped we would lose him on the river. But he's too clever a waterman." Aragorn said, looking over at Boromir.
Asta let out a soft breath before shaking her head lightly. Of course Gollum would follow them in places that no one else would follow.
"And if he alerts the enemy to our whereabouts, it will make the crossing even more dangerous." Boromir said softly.
Asta moved away from the two talking men and saw Sam trying to get Frodo to eat something.
"Have some food, Mr. Frodo."
"You haven't eaten anything all day. You're not sleeping neither. Don't think I haven't noticed. Mr. Frodo-"
"I'm all right."
"But you're not. I'm here to help you. I promised Gandalf that I would."
"You can't help me Sam. Not this time. Get some sleep."
"Minas Tirith is the safer road. You know that. From there we can regroup. Strike out for Mordor from a place of strength." Boromir said softly looking over at Aragorn as he noticed Asta taking a seat on a fallen log stretching her legs out.
"There is no strength in Gondor that can avail us." Aragorn said as he looked over at Boromir.
"You were quick enough to trust the Elves. Have you so little faith in your own people? Yes, there is weakness. There is frailty. But there is courage also, and honor to be found in Men. But you will not see that."
Aragorn went to turn away, but Boromir yanked him back. "You are afraid! All your life, you have hidden in the shadows. Scared of who you are, of what you are."
"I will not lead the Ring within a hundred leagues of your city."
Asta looked up at the two men, her brows furrowed. She knew that something was wrong with Boromir, and she had a feeling that it was something dark growing inside of his heart.
The next morning everyone was back on the boats again, rowing down the Anduin.
Aragorn tapped Frodo on the shoulder. "Frodo. The Argonath! Long have I desired to look upon the kings of old. My kin."
The Fellowship looked up in awe at the towering splendor of the Argonath. Two majestic statues carved out of the mountain, proudly stand on each side of the Anduin. Their left arms held up aloft, their palms facing outward in the gesture of warning, stern were their faces.
The fellowship reached the foot of Amon Hen, the Hill of Sight. As they reached the beach of Parth Galen, Boromir looked troubled and seemed to be fighting a conflict within him.
The Fellowship began to make camp.
Asta slowly walked up to Boromir. "Boromir."
Boromir turned his head to look over at Asta.
"Come let's go and gather some wood for the fire." She said softly, placing her hand on his shoulder.
Boromir sucked a breath through his teeth and nodded his head.
Asta led him away from the group as they began to set up the camping site for the evening so they could rest. Asta saw his hands grabbing at his sides. "Boromir… something is bothering you isn't it?" She asked softly, looking up at him. She had a feeling that she knew what was bothering him and it wasn't a good sign.
Boromir looked at her and saw the concerned look on her face. "You needn't worry about me."
Asta let out a soft breath before lightly touching his cheek. "I do worry about you. You have been worried about something. Like your fighting with yourself…" She stroked his cheek softly. "It's the ring isn't it?"
Boromir moved away from her and decided to walk far away from her.
Asta bit her lip softly as she watched him go. It shook her to the core to know that he had been fighting the ring just like she had, but did he have the strength like she had against it? She took a breath before deciding to follow him to keep an eye on him. She easily moved through the wooded area being very light on her feet so no one knew she was coming.
She slowed when she saw Boromir slip and fell to the ground. Her eyes widened wondering what had happened.
"Frodo? Frodo? What have I done? Please, Frodo. Frodo, I'm sorry!"
Asta quickly came up to him. "Boromir?"
Boromir looked up at her with wide blue eyes.
Asta kneeled in front of him. "What happened…"
Boromir took a shaky teary breath. "You were right…"
Asta touched his cheek softly. "The ring tried to turn you on, Frodo didn't it."
Boromir swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded his head. "How do you do it?" He asked softly as he looked up at her into her violet colored eyes.
Asta took a soft breath. "I cannot say the ring calls to me… it calls to me every time I am around Frodo… I ignore it trying my hardest to keep myself busy with keeping Frodo and the rest of our company safe." She touched his cheek again softly.
Boromir's hand touched hers lightly.
She took a sharp breath between her teeth as she looked up at him.
"Can you help me?" He asked softly.
Asta took a shaky breath and then nodded her head. "All you have to do is ask." She said softly. "I'll do anything in my power to help you."
This is the end of Chapter 10. I hope that you guys enjoyed this chapter. Please leave a review and let me know what you guys think. Do you guys think Boromir will live or will he die just like he did in the movie? Let me know in a review and what do you guys think of the little bits that are between Boromir and Asta. Would you guys like to see more of it if he does survive? Until next time guys.