Linked – part four

by Mar 19, 2004Stories

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Camille was paddling away from the shore. As she looked behind her, she could barely see Gimli’s cloak whipping out of sight. Quick as she could, Cammy turned the boat around, and headed back. Clumsily hopping out of the boat, she grabbed a fallen orc sword off the ground.
“Let’s see…” She carefully measured the paddle. It came up nearly the top of her head. Gently, she lowered herself to the ground, and with the sword, she cut off the leaf shaped end of the paddle. Grunting, she struggled to her feet. The handle of the newly made crutch fit comfortably under her arm.
Cammy had great trust in Aragorn’s ability to splint a leg, but she still took her first step tentatively. When the only pain she felt was a dull twinge, she grew more confidant. step crutch, step crutch She repeated that to herself faster and faster as she struggled out of the woods. Despairingly, she eyed the great plains before her. Squinting, she barely caught a glimpse of three figures running in the distance. Gritting her teeth, she began to pursue the three hunters.
It was slow work, but she kept at it. She searched her mind to try and find something to help her go faster. Finally, she resorted to reciting the Jabberwocky as fast as she could. As she thought the words to Lewis Carrols poem, her mind drifted back in time.

Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe
All mimsy were the borogroves,
And the mome raths outgabe

“Beware the Jabberwock my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jub-jub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!”

He took his vorpal sword in hand
Long time the manxome foe he sought-
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought

And as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock with eyes of flame
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And Burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He came galumphing back

“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamishboy
Oh frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”
He chortled in his joy

Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
all mimsy were the borogroves,
and the mome rath outgrabe.

“Thats a strange poem.” Sam said “I’ve never head one quite like it.” They were walking down the slopes of Caradhras after their disappointment at the top, and Cammy had recited the poem to give herself something to think about rather than the mines that lay ahead.
“Nor are you like to.” Cammy replied. “A man from my world wrote it, as part of his book, Through the Looking Glass.”
“What’s it about?” Merry asked
“Well, there actually is another book before it called Alice in Wonderland. It’s about a girl who falls into a hole, than ends up in this place called Wonderland, filled with all sorts of strange people.” She paused reflectively. “Come to think of it, it’s a lot like what’s happened to me.”
“Are there any hobbits in the story?” Pippin piped up. Cammy laughed.
“No, but some folks almost just as strange.” Frodo put his two cents into the conversation.
“I believe Cammy should tell us the whole story, since we have pretty much nothing else to do.”
So delving into her memory, Cammy began to tell the tale of Alice in Wonderland.

Grinning as she ran, Cammy thought of how much the hobbits loved that story. It had lasted all the way too the mines, and part-way through, until… Her smile disappeared as she thought of Gandalf. She didn’t even stay to watch him die, just kept running from the Balrog. In her mind, she could still hear the horrendous cracking of the bridge, and remembered bursting into tears upon reaching the outside of the mine. Mentally she shook herself. She was having so
many Middle Earth flashbacks lately. Cammy had hardly any thoughts of her family anymore. What if she was forgetting them like Saruman said? Concentrating, she was relieved to find that all of her memories were intact.
Night was swiftly falling, and she had to make a decision. Should she stop for the night, or keep going? The three men before her had certainly gained an advantage during the day, but she was sure they would stop by night. Pausing only for a drink from her canteen, and a hasty bite
of lembas, Cammy began again. Her right leg was throbbing painfully, but she ignored it by beginning the Jabberwocky again.

Twas brillig, and the slithy toves……
* * * * * * * * * * *

She was tired. It seemed her crutch was wearing out the sleeve of her clothes, it chafed so badly. Cammy was still ignoring the fiery pain from her right leg, but it seemed to grow steadily worse. She had been going for almost three straight days without any food except hastily gulped down lembas. Taking a deep breath, she was painfully aware of how slow she was traveling, but it could not be helped. Concentrating on the horison, she failed to see the hill lying
in wait in front of her.
Cammy fell down the hill. She cried out as her injured leg was jarred against rocks, and her long hair was flying about her. She finnaly rolled to a stop at the bottom of the hill, and quickly tried to evaluate the damage. The splint was broken, and her leg had resumed bleeding from the arrow wound in the back of her knee. Silently cursing her stupidity for trying to follow a ranger and an elf, she bit back her tears. A cry sounded above her, and she looked into the
blinding sun to try and spot the source.
Suddenly, the sun was obscured as a huge shadow filled her vision. Grabbing up the paddle handle, she strove to fight the new enemy off, but was surprised to find herself gabbed in the monsters claws, and bourne aloft. Cammy had been rescued by an Eagle.
The ground below her turned into so many patches of ground. It was exilarating to be flying so high in the air. Far below, she could barely make out the three figures running accross the grass.
“Ummmm.. Excuse me, Master Eagle?” what was the proper title to call a bird? “Sir, would you please reunite me with my companions? We were separated, and I just wanted to catch up with them. So, if you could,”
All of a sudden, the Eagle veered sharply, and began decending towards the ground, right into a huge column of smoke. The smoke reeked awfully, but it masked their decent. When the Eagle set Cammy gently on the ground, she nearly retched at the sight before her. Orc bodies were piled and burning.
“That accounts for the smell I suppose” she joked. Turning around to thank the Eagle, she was shocked to discover he was already gone. Eager to get away from the smell, she began moving away from the burning pile. Far ahead of her, Three figures were running down a hill. after the had walked towards them for what seemed like along time, she took refuge between two boulders, and settled down to wait. She nearly laughed at the look of suprise on Aragorn’s face when he spotted her sitting with the crutch over her knees. The three hunters sped over too her. Taking advantage of their stunned silence, Cammy spoke first.
“Well, imagine meeting you three here.” All further conversation was interupted by a large group of horsemen thrundering past. Tearing his eyes away from her, Aragorn stepped out into full view.
“Riders of Rohan! What news from the Riddermark?”


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