To Steal a Ring
By Wanderlust Ethereal
Summary: They're two professional thieves. It's a solid gold magical Ring. A blind man could see how this'll end. The Fellowship? They don't know what hit 'em.
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Prologue: They're Professionals
Rivendell slept under the silvery light of the moon, elves, dwarves, men and hobbits alike resting and letting the serenity of the elven land distract them from the darkness looming in the horizon.
The Fellowship of the Ring slept along with the rest of them, their quest pushed to back of their minds. It was not time for such dreary matters. Not yet. The moon was full, and the tranquil light it gave was enough to lull them all to peaceful slumber.
But it was the same silver light that illuminated the path for the two dark figures creeping along the balconies and trellises of the Last Homely House. A plot was in motion, and it would begin tonight.
The two finally found the right balcony, and silently clambered up and into the room, soft footfalls inaudible to its occupant. They might have been elves, for all the noise they made, but they were not. These two were children of men – although one tended to argue that the other was actually an alien, just to clarify – and it was only the many years of experience in their line of work that had put them on par with the stealth of the ethereal elves. Experience which worked to their advantage now, with what they had set out to do.
In the bed, Frodo Baggins slumbered on. Oblivious to the two intruders in his room. Moonlight glinted off the golden band held by the silver chain hanging around his neck, it had fallen out of his clothes in his sleep, and now rested lightly upon his pillow. Where a strip of silver light fell upon it, looking for all the world like a simple trinket, innocently tantalizing, beckoning, demanding it be taken.
It took all of the thief's willpower not to simply snatch it off – that wouldn't do. They had to get the Ring, and with the ringbearer none the wiser. The last thing they needed was for the alarm to be raised.
A nod of understanding passed between the two, and the second left to guard the door while the first went to stand by the bedside and ease the silver chain along with its precious burden off the sleeping hobbit. It must have been only a few minutes, but to the two burglars it felt like an eternity, if Frodo stirred now…
Both held their breath as the hobbit stopped mid-snore and turned over, mumbling in his sleep. And it was a good few minutes before either dared to move again. Thankfully, Frodo's movement made it easier to pull the chain over his head.
In moments, the Ring was free, dangling in the air where twisted and turned, catching the light of the moon and glinting with deceptive innocence.
The two thieves shared a grin, pocketing the Ring, and clambered out of the room. They were elated at their success, but not enough to forget to be careful. They sidled out, hastily, but as casually as they could, still not making a noise.
They were professionals after all.
Lol. The Ring has been stolen...
Chapter 1 will be up in... dunno, give me a week? I'm an erratic updater at best, although I've already written the first part of the chappie... sigh...
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