Power or Love
By Heather
A/N: This is set when Sharky (Saruman) has made himself the master of Hobbiton.
This is my first fan fic, and I'm doing my best, so please no nasty reviews! Pretty please!
Also look out for the fics I write with my friend Elawen. At the moment we are working on "The Return of the Fellowship (minus Aragorn and Boromir mwahaha)", and we've just posted the first chapter of "Chat with the Fellowship". Our account is named "Elawen and Heather" so if you have the time, please R/R. Please R/R this story as well!!!!
Enough of that, on with the story…
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"Have you seen him yet?"
"No."
"Me-self, I think he's just a sort of dark shadow with power."
"Power. What I wouldn't do for that."
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Ivy was a highly unusual hobbit in many ways. She had the same stature, clothes and hairy feet as the others. But not the same mind…
Ivy was clever, and many thought her fair. She knew how things should be… everyone obeying, and worshipping her as the great and powerful ruler of middle-earth. She envisioned one day to leave the Shire. Sit on a great throne. Her cold, green eyes overlooking a vast kingdom.
One day she would rule all of middle-earth. Nothing could stand in her way.
~*~
Since the arrival of Sharky Ivy had been devising ways of getting him out of Bag End, and herself into it.
She began to watch Sharky. No hobbit dared to ask her what she was doing, as Ivy was slightly feared for her cunning and secrecy in Hobbiton.
Cruel creatures with whips would sometimes come along to move her from her post. But soon they feared her as well. Their whips fell hard, but Ivy did not scream or cry. Instead ordering them to try harder.
~*~
Ivy walked confidently up to the door of Bag End and knocked loudly on the scratched green paint. Loud footsteps echoed from inside and the door was thrust open.
In the doorway stood a proud and terrible old man, which an aura of great power seemed to radiate around. His long silver beard reached down almost to his waist, and his white robes were immaculately clean. This must be Sharky.
Pushing past him with difficulty Ivy said, "can I come in?" Sharky looked with scorn and surprise at this cheeky hobbit, and closed the door without a word.
Once inside Ivy began: "Sharky I have been watching you for quite some time, when I was not being whipped of course. I was fascinated how you gained so much power so quickly. But you do not have complete power."
"Oh don't I you miserable halfling," said Sharky in a hoarse whisper, glaring at Ivy threateningly.
"No you don't. This is where I can help you. I can influence your slaves. Gain their trust. All I ask for is a share of what you receive."
By Heather
A/N: This is set when Sharky (Saruman) has made himself the master of Hobbiton.
This is my first fan fic, and I'm doing my best, so please no nasty reviews! Pretty please!
Also look out for the fics I write with my friend Elawen. At the moment we are working on "The Return of the Fellowship (minus Aragorn and Boromir mwahaha)", and we've just posted the first chapter of "Chat with the Fellowship". Our account is named "Elawen and Heather" so if you have the time, please R/R. Please R/R this story as well!!!!
Enough of that, on with the story…
~*~
"Have you seen him yet?"
"No."
"Me-self, I think he's just a sort of dark shadow with power."
"Power. What I wouldn't do for that."
~*~
Ivy was a highly unusual hobbit in many ways. She had the same stature, clothes and hairy feet as the others. But not the same mind…
Ivy was clever, and many thought her fair. She knew how things should be… everyone obeying, and worshipping her as the great and powerful ruler of middle-earth. She envisioned one day to leave the Shire. Sit on a great throne. Her cold, green eyes overlooking a vast kingdom.
One day she would rule all of middle-earth. Nothing could stand in her way.
~*~
Since the arrival of Sharky Ivy had been devising ways of getting him out of Bag End, and herself into it.
She began to watch Sharky. No hobbit dared to ask her what she was doing, as Ivy was slightly feared for her cunning and secrecy in Hobbiton.
Cruel creatures with whips would sometimes come along to move her from her post. But soon they feared her as well. Their whips fell hard, but Ivy did not scream or cry. Instead ordering them to try harder.
~*~
Ivy walked confidently up to the door of Bag End and knocked loudly on the scratched green paint. Loud footsteps echoed from inside and the door was thrust open.
In the doorway stood a proud and terrible old man, which an aura of great power seemed to radiate around. His long silver beard reached down almost to his waist, and his white robes were immaculately clean. This must be Sharky.
Pushing past him with difficulty Ivy said, "can I come in?" Sharky looked with scorn and surprise at this cheeky hobbit, and closed the door without a word.
Once inside Ivy began: "Sharky I have been watching you for quite some time, when I was not being whipped of course. I was fascinated how you gained so much power so quickly. But you do not have complete power."
"Oh don't I you miserable halfling," said Sharky in a hoarse whisper, glaring at Ivy threateningly.
"No you don't. This is where I can help you. I can influence your slaves. Gain their trust. All I ask for is a share of what you receive."