Hobbit Interrupted: Bingo Bolger-Baggins

[bingo_bolger_baggins]

Well, this is quite a contrast, isn't it? *pulls his cloak tight about him* It's cold and dreary out here, more so because it was so warm . . . and deliciously inviting in there . . . and was starting to become much warmer still, if we were not interrupted. *sighs*


But perhaps the time wasn't right, seeing that I'm out here right now; my dear Dunedain does need to deal with his troubles with Tobey. And timing is all important with these things, isn't it?

Or is it? We were just reaching for a little bit of fun together, which neither of us have been having much luck finding of late. Still, our bit of fun might have been one more stumbling block for him and Tobey, one which they do not need if they're trying to put things back together between them. But that does seem to be quite a big "if" at this point, isn't it? And if I took him back to the Pantry Smial . . . am I really ready? Sure, I'm quite more than painfully ready on the physical side of things, but . . . is that why I'm hesitating; am I really being considerate of him, or am I but using his relationship for an excuse? *grows glassy eyed* Would the memories there . . . haunt me and intrude on our pleasure?

But enough of this! *chuckles* Obviously I'm going to have to haul this ranger into the wine cellar instead and lock the door. It just doesn't have to be that complicated, does it? *smiles to himself*


And what of this Cele . . . ba . . . Celebrimbor? What does he wish to confide in me? Something that would just entangle me in the twisted paths the Noldor tread no doubt! *puffs and shakes his head*

Still, I'm prejudging again--not that my experience doesn't warrant caution--yet this Noldor just doesn't seem to be one bearing a cloud behind him, but quite the opposite, if I were just to follow my perceptions . . . and not my memories of others so shrouded in blood. *closes his eyes*

*sighs* I am curious though about what he has to tell me. And though curiosity and an open hand can bring cruel doom, so do sword-guarded approaches and doors closed with suspicion. I'd rather walk openly then. And we'll see what Melba and Celly's impressions are when they return--I needn't rely on my own alone. It will take him some time to recover, I suppose.

So why do I have this feeling of foreboding? Bingo Bolger-Baggins, you simply think too much! And that won't do at all. *looks out into the woods, then turns to go back inside*

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[shirefox.livejournal.com]

*runs in front of him* Whooooo, I'm a moth! *dashes back into the brush*

[bbolger-baggins.livejournal.com]

*that's curious to see a fox in the open* Hello fox!

[wargrunt.livejournal.com]

Oh this is going to be good! *leaps and lands on the small person's back, digs in* Yesssss! GrrrrrReerrrrr!!!!

[bbolger-baggins.livejournal.com]

Nuuunnnnnnngh!!!! *has the wind knocked out of him as he's pushed to the ground with a sudden great crushing weight on his back*

[wargrunt.livejournal.com]

*grips the back of his neck in his teeth to still this prey* This little prey! Ahahahaha! This is eeeasy! Nnrrrruuugrrr!!!

[bbolger-baggins.livejournal.com]

*stills himself as he pants trying to get back his breath, frightened* Oh Elbereth help me! Keep your head Baggins! Whatever it,or they is, they're bigger than you! Ooowww! Go still to lull them--it's your only chance. Can't even shout yet!

[wargrunt.livejournal.com]

Ehehehe! So how best to grip it so's to haul it off? Kill it now, it'll be all rotted up by the time I get back. Hmm, this is quite a logistical problem. Grrrufff! *drool*

[bbolger-baggins.livejournal.com]

*gathers his breath, folds his legs in and rolls over, pushing with his arms, and gets partially out from under his attacker's weight* Uhhhhh!! Huuuuh!!! *sees his foe* Oooooooooohhhnnnggh!!!!! *throws his arm over his face to shield his head, panting and struggling to get up*

[wargrunt.livejournal.com]

*is thrown off balance, lunges back for his neck and sinks his teeth into the hobbits arm* Oh fuck! Oh no you don't, snack! Gggrrrrrhhh!!!!!! *scrathing at him*

[bbolger-baggins.livejournal.com]

AAAAANNGHHHH!!!! *is terrified and feels fire in his arm spreading all over as the warg attacks him*

ARATHORN!!!

[wargrunt.livejournal.com]

*grips his shoulder in his jaws and hauls him off into the woods running** Ggrrrrhhhhgh!!!!!

[bbolger-baggins.livejournal.com]

*is dragged, loses consciousness*

[arathorn.livejournal.com]

*lying on the parlor sofa; hears a cry of pain from somewhere outside*

*sits up quickly*

Bingo.

BINGO!!!!!

*grabs a dagger from under the sofa cushion; runs out the door; looks around wildly*

[wargrunt.livejournal.com]

*disappears into the woods, leaving blood stained tracks behind*

[arathorn.livejournal.com]

*sees the hind end of a large animal for a few seconds before it vanishes among the trees*

*sniffs*

A warg! And...*looks down to see the snow stained red with blood* Upon the Valar! *stifles a cry; whispers* Oh please don't let there be more of them!

*runs back into the parlor; grabs his cloak and weapons; throws a knapsack on and dashes out the door following the blood splashes easily by the soft light of the moon*

[shirefox.livejournal.com]

*runs across his path* Ah, this is good. They got quite a lead you know.

[arathorn.livejournal.com]

*is undeterred by the appearance of the fox*

So I have a companion. As long as you are of the small, furry variety I think we can peacefully co-exist.

*speeds quickly along with Elven-like grace*

[wargrunt.livejournal.com]

*runs*

*the woods before Arathorn (http://www.inception-magazine.com/winter04/intothewoodspics/woods_mist.jpg) are still, but there are the tracks in the snow*

[arathorn.livejournal.com]

*pulls up abruptly*

*listens*

*hears a sound far off in the distance*

*looks down to see obvious paw prints (http://www.ylwstone.com/tr6.jpg) in the snow*

Only one animal. And not so large by warg standards. Still, I hope Bingo is yet alive.

*runs veering left following the prints while trying to put the worry out of his mind*

[bbolger-baggins.livejournal.com]

Nnnnnnnn! *regains consciousness in fits, feeling his shoulder and feet searing, slowly becomes aware of the waking nightmare he is in, the teeth in his shoulder, his feet dragging and skinned*

[wargrunt.livejournal.com]

*keeps running, slows* I shoulda planned this better. I just didn't think about this part. *stops and drops his prey setting his feet upon it* There's gotta be a better way to do this. RRRRRRR! *drools*

[bbolger-baggins.livejournal.com]

*the teeth pull out of his shoulder and he is dropped* Nnnaaahhhhh! *then the crushing weight and the nausea and lightheadedness as he can just make out the warg's horrible outline in the moonlight, struggles*

[wargrunt.livejournal.com]

Stop wiggling you scrawny snack!*digs in his claws to subdue his prey, and snaps at it's face, then grabs it's waist in his teeth, a more difficult grip, but a better balance* There, less drag! Wish I could scarf it up right now!

[bbolger-baggins.livejournal.com]

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!!! *is hoisted in its teeth, lapses between pained consciousness and the unconsciousness from blood loss*

[wargrunt.livejournal.com]

*runs*

*slows to a trot as the first rays of dawn peek through the trees*

[arathorn.livejournal.com]

*at last catches glimpses of fur moving between the trees up ahead; drawns in his breath sharply*

The warg has not stopped to eat his prey. That is a good sign. There is still hope.

You can do this, Arathorn.

*continues on even quieter than before*

[wargrunt.livejournal.com]

*keeps running past the Woody End through the thickets and fields of the Marish and back into woods, reaching a low point (http://bensstockphotos.homestead.com/Millers_River_Erving_Ma._Hoz.jpg) in the Branduin south of Buckland, filled with rocks and ice, with the sun high in the sky and heading downward, crosses jumping along the rocks and over some stretches only having to swim a short stretch, drenching them in the icy water, runs into the Old Forest*

[bbolger-baggins.livejournal.com]

*is numb with pain and wet and cold*

[arathorn.livejournal.com]

*hears splashes of water; realized he is near the Branduin* This warg is a tireless runner! I hope my own strength doesn't fail me.

*finally sees the river but does not see any sign of the warg* No matter, I heard him. I can cross a little lower downstream easier than right here.

*runs down the riverbank a short distance; stops short* A print! Here they crossed. And so shall I.

*leaps deftly up and over rocks for as long as he can before having to swim*

[wargrunt.livejournal.com]

I wanna sleep so bad, but if I sleep the snack might get a way. This fucking sucks. I'm never going to get him fresh to the pack. And I can't feel my damn jaw. I'm going to have to pick a spot. *slows to a walk as the sun sets and he wends his way through the Old Forest*

[arathorn.livejournal.com]

*leaves the freezing cold river at last; runs his hands over his weapons and supplies to make sure nothing washed away in the swift current* Everything in place. Good.

*searches the brush for a likely path that the warg might have chosen* Some of the branches are broken here. And oh! A few thread of fabric snagged on this twig. At least Bingo made it across the river and wasn't taken by it. But is he alive???

I wish I were a better tracker. Oh well, no use lamenting at this point. *runs into the Old Forest without even a rustle of leaves betraying his steps*

[guestpuppet.livejournal.com]

*the Old Trees watch the chase, whisper to each other in the breeze about which party they are each going to place bets on, much chatter ensues, rules are set to prevent interference, they watch and each hopes they'll be the lucky winner*

[wargrunt.livejournal.com]

*hears whispering among the trees he doesn't like, grows weary as the moon rises*
That's it. My internal clock is all screwed up now! *and hungry* I can't take this anymore.

*stops in a clearing, drops his prey and put his feet on its chest* Grrrrr! Erudammit, I can't move my jaw!!! *stands over him trying to loosen up his jaw muscles, drools, looks hungrily down at his prey*

[bbolger-baggins.livejournal.com]

*gains a moment of focus above the haze of pain and coldness, sees the eyes above him glinting with a brighter fire* I'll never see Samwise's and Frodo's finished herb shop; I'll never know what Cele . . . Celeb . . . wanted to tell me; I'll never know what Celly and Melba's assessment of the Elf is; I'll never know how well Essy's bake goods sell, I'll never know how Tiger's game goes; I'll never know what Uncle Sennie's been doing in his room all this time . . . maybe that's not so bad . . . ;I'll never know what Gramma Addy cooked for dinner . . . what was in Tobey's letter to Aragorn, what the skin on Arathorn's chest tastes like . . . *his hand alights upon a rock beside him*

[arathorn.livejournal.com]

*slips between the trees; spots the warg at last poised over his friend; whispers to himself* Eru be praised! But how to approach...

*stays hidden from view as only a Ranger can; quietly draws his sword as he nears closer to his target*

*hopes that Bingo doesn't see him and become agitated thus destroying the element of surprise*

*whispers to himself* Stay still, Bingo. Be brave. Only few seconds more...

[bbolger-baggins.livejournal.com]

*beyond the warg's head looming above him, Bingo looked up at the sky (http://www.airspacemodels.com/orionrising.jpg)* Ai Elbereth! Will these be the last stars I see?

*then he looked a little closer and could just make out in the moonlight what (http://www.cedphoto.com/DSC2196%20moon%20and%20trees%2001a.jpg) was below them, yet high above the warg's head* If I could but free myself for a few seconds, could I then climb?

*he gripped the rock his hand lay upon, and found a nice hand hold, he took a deep breath, though filling his lungs so hurt him all the more*

[wargrunt.livejournal.com]

*strikes downward, with his jaws agape, at his prey's throat for a killing bite* Yyyrrrrrrrr!!!!

[bbolger-baggins.livejournal.com]

*rallies all his will and fleeting strength to lift the rock in his hands in a flash and strike the descending maw head on and into the beast's parted teeth* Nooooooooo!!! Ayahhhh!!!!!

*and pushes up and over in the same stroke to get his feet under him and turn to sprint*

[wargrunt.livejournal.com]

*staggers back with bleeding maw* Yyyrrrrriiip!!!! *then gathers himself with fury to leap upon his feebly fleeing prey [don't try saying that 5 times fast, kids!]* Why you nasty little snack!

[arathorn.livejournal.com]

*leaps out of the darkness with sword blade flashing*

Oh not you don't! You let him go!!

*stabs just as warg makes his move*

[bbolger-baggins.livejournal.com]

*sees a tree before him* If I could just reach it and climb . . . *takes a couple steps, but having had nothing to eat in two days, imbibing large quantities of strawberry wine at the last, and with the bloodloss, stinging pain and trauma, is taken by vertigo, stumbles and falls* Oooooohhhhnn!

[wargrunt.livejournal.com]

*leaps and feels a stinging pain in his leg as he lands on his prey just as he becomes aware of the newcomer's scent, and then hears him, turns upon landing to face this threat* Fucking orc shit!!!! *growls and gathers to jump* Grrrrrrrrrrrwwwwww!!!!

[arathorn.livejournal.com]

LEAVE HIM BE!!!!

*raises two-handed sword again; draws the heavy weapon back to the side ready to hew the Warg's head off; starts to swing and screams aloud*

Gurth gothrimlye^!!!!!!


^Death to our foes!

[wargrunt.livejournal.com]

*veers to the side, fast enough to save his head, but not fast enough to keep the sword from slicing into his shoulder*GgrrEEEEEEEEerrrr!!!!! *feels seering pain as he pulls back form the sword drenched in his blood and turns tail* Fuck, those stinking Crebain didn't say there were Big People out here! When I get home, I'm having me one big ole Crebain pie!!! RRrrrrrrrr!!!! *runs off into the woods*

[bbolger-baggins.livejournal.com]

*becomes lucid for a moment and turns over* Arathorn? *is suspended between consciousness and blankness*

[arathorn.livejournal.com]

*throws down his sword, kneels at BIngo's side, slips his hand under Bingo's head*

Yes, Arathorn, yes. You are safe now. The Warg is gone.

*searches Bingo's face while trying to blink back his own tears*

Let me have a look at you.

[bbolger-baggins.livejournal.com]

Ohhh, Arathorn. It's gone? *feels the hand behind his head, the first comfortable sensation he can remember* Are there stars?

[arathorn.livejournal.com]

*swallows hard; tries to appear brave and wise*

Yes, it's gone. I scared it away. Or rather, my sword did.

And oh yes, there are stars. More than you can count.

*blinks more*

Bingo, you must stay still. I need to check you for injuries.

[bbolger-baggins.livejournal.com]

*earnestly* Oh . . . you will find them; . . . I have many.

*reviews what each of them just uttered and perceives the unintentional humor of his own answer--a level of consciousness he had not known in days and begins a chuckle that ends in a pant, the ironic distance allowing him to recall his experience of these past two days--wheels in his head rusted by fear start rolling again--and from the greater height this distance affords, he falls back into sensation--sharp and searing and terrifying beyond naming, and so pours forth a wail born of the darkness he had just but returned from, a darkness that disperses in tears and sends tremors through his limbs; he cries and reaches for his friend*

To be continued . . .