Ok so welcome to Sons of Summons Book 2 - Entulil (Again you come).

I'm sorry to say that this still isn't completed yet, I've re-written it millions of times so far and can't seem to pull it together. Therefore nothing published yet is permanent, I might still change things around though probably not to any significant degree. Just thought it was about time I actually published if I was ever going to.

That said, this one doesn't follow so closely to the original script, the splitting from the fellowship has left me a little bit of room to mess things around. We'll see how it works out I guess, even I'm not entirely sure what's going to happen yet. If I can make the plot I want work then the third book will be pretty complicated for me to write... especially with my current life and busyness. The longer a book gets the more material I have to read through to pick the plot up again. I normally comb through things for plot spoilers and such. Might have made a few slip ups here because of long breaks unintentionally taken while writing.

Anyways, that's enough of that. Thank you so much to everyone who read, reviewed and added this story or me to their alerts lists. It's really uplifting to know that someone liked it :). Hope you enjoy this one too. Keep in mind it's been over 2 years since I started this project. Well, nearly 3. Started when I was 17 and I'm now 20. Hard to believe but it's true lols.

Happy Reading.

-Rin

PS. I don't own anything in this besides the obvious. This is the only time I'll say it. Would be pretty awesome to own either of these stories but unfortunately I don't :( sad panda.

Sons of Summons Book 2 - Entulil

Carrot and Stick

"You knew that I would fall and you knew that I would return. Tell me Calenur, is there anything you don't know?" Gandalf questioned from amidst the gloom of Fangorn forest.

"The burden of immeasurable knowledge is not mine and I do not wish that it was." Calenur answered taking another puff from his pipe and blowing a smoke ring leisurely into the air. The trees above them moved their branches so that a slight hole appeared in the overhanging canopy allowing the foul air to escape.

"A wise man you are then." Gandalf replied blowing a smoke ring himself but causing it to change colour with magic.

"If I am so wise Gandalf, if I am so brave and so strong a leader. Why do I fear to face my own demons?" Gandalf sighed as he faced his friend, one who was similar to him and yet very different. He puffed on his pipe for a few minutes deep in thought and Calenur let him think for he was in no hurry to hear the man's answer.

"I cannot answer that for you Calenur. You are the only one who knows." The old wizard answered. Calenur exhaled another puff of smoke in a formless cloud.

"I was afraid you'd say that." The green eyed wizard chuckled hollowly as his pipe burned done. "I was afraid you'd say that." He repeated lowly to himself as he stumbled to his feet and left the old man to his thoughts.

"Calenur!" Calenur woke to a sharp shake and found that the ground was moving beneath him. It took a few moments for him to remember that he was on horseback and travelling with his kin to Edoras. He looked over at the person who was shaking him and was met by Luinglîn's concerned face.

"About bloody time mate." Rostaen commented from Luinglîn's other side. "How much did you drink last night anyway?" He asked with a smile on his face. Calenur winched as the sun decided to bother his aching head.

"More than enough to give him a thumping headache I'd imagine." Torion huffed disapprovingly while pulling up on Calenur's other side and shoving a foul smelling potion under his nose. If Calenur had been in his right mind he would have realised that it was the same potion that the herbologist had to force him to drink back in Rivendell. As it is, he downed it in one gulp only to immediately begin coughing.

"I really hate you sometimes Torion." Calenur growled as someone else handed him his water skin.

"Tell me that again when your hangover is gone." Torion answered in a nonchalant way that caused Calenur to grin slightly as the pain in his head dissipated.

"How far are we from Edoras?" Calenur questioned when he once again found himself sitting upright in Godric's saddle.

"Half a day, maybe less." Arveldir answered "But I think we should stop soon for a rest. We've been riding non-stop for the last twelve hours." He patted Prong's neck affectionately causing Calenur to look down at Godric before reality kicked in.

"We don't stop to night fall." Was Calenur's only answer but he slowed his horse into a walk and let the beast catch its breath. Using the slowing of speed to his advantage Calenur began to rummage in his pack. Luinglîn pulled up beside him.

"What are you doing now?" The silver haired man questioned.

"Trying to find my marbles." Calenur replied. Luinglîn's eyebrow shot up in question.

"Yes, you seem to be lacking them lately. I was beginning to think you'd lost them in Moria." He commented sarcastically. Calenur glared at him.

"You know what I mean." He replied pulling a small black bag out of his pack.

"I still don't know why you created them you know. They're like mini-palantírs. " Rostaen said causing Calenur to give him a funny look.

"Not quite Rostaen. A palantír is more like a crystal ball." He replied. Baimeldir snorted.

"But more reliable." The twins laughed along with the rest as they remembered their divination lessons.

"That's very true" Calenur agreed while removing a small glass ball from the bag. "By the way, Baimeldir, Arveldir. I acquired something from Gandalf while in Fangorn and I have a task for you." That caught the twin's attention as Calenur fished a rolled up piece of parchment from his bag.

"What is it?" Arveldir asked as Calenur handed him the paper.

"That my friend, is a series of five maps. I want you to turn them into Marauders Maps. Preferably a single large one." Silence met Calenur's statement.

"You what?" Arveldir finally exploded. "Do you have any idea how long it took us to figure out that map's secrets? Years! And we never thought to look at how it was created." Baimeldir remained quiet but snatched the hand drawn maps from his brother's hands.

"Hmm" He murmered thoughtfully looking over them with interest. "Isengard and Orthanc, Edoras, Helms Deep, Osgiliath and Minas Tirith. You have everything here except Mordor itself."

"You opened a joke shop! What are you on about? Of course you can do it!" Rostaen exclaimed in exasperation. Baimeldir finally grinned.

"You know what Rossikins? I think you're right!" The other twin laughed. His brother turned to look at him in disbelief.

"You do?" Arveldir asked before entering into some silent conversation with his twin. Soon an identical grin spread across his face. "That might work." He turned back to Calenur.

"Give us a month and it should be ready." He said confidently. Calenur nodded absently staring deeply into the small coloured glass orb in his hand.

"You have until Legolas, Boromir, Aragorn and Gimli arrive in Edoras. They will head our way with Gandalf. Frankly Arveldir, I'm surprised you spent so long in Valinor without asking my father about it." He slipped the marble back into the small bag and tied it to his belt. He was going to need them it seemed, they kept his mind at rest.

"What of the hobbits?" Luinglîn questioned with concern. Calenur shook his head.

"Merry and Pippin will hopefully soon be out of the Uruk's hands and in the care of Gandalf. Frodo and Sam have headed to Mordor alone. Pippin, that little idiot, has lost my marbles so I'm using Merry's to see them both. I'll have to fix that when next we see them."

Later that night they stopped to set up camp beside a rocky outcrop in the otherwise empty grass plains. Calenur withdrew from the others after a quick supper of lembas bread not noticing the strange looks shot at him by his company. Rostaen in particular.

"What is bothering you, my brother? You have changed since you returned with the fellowship. You are not yourself." Rostaen approached his closest friend with no small amount of caution. They spoke quietly in sindarin. It was the language they had become most comfortable with over the years.

"You mean that I am acting as Harry once did, correct?" Calenur asked without real concern. Rostaen nodded. "Harry never truly left me as Ron never truly left you. Their souls, hearts and ambitions are still what we are and so our love for the ones that they loved is the same."

"I am not sure I follow." Rostaen replied. Calenur looked up at him from his seat on the ground.

"The world is changed Rostaen and my feelings with it. When in Lorien I once again gazed into the mirror and I saw something that has caused me to re-think everything." Calenur elaborated slightly. Slight understanding darkened Rostaen's eyes but he remained lost in a shadow of confusion.

"First I saw your sister." Calenur related with hollow eyes. Heartbreak was a heavy burden to bare for a race so similar to the elves. "I saw us fight many battles in this upcoming war and I saw a slim chance of victory but..."

"But what?" Rostaen asked concerned.

"In the end I saw you and the others leave Middle Earth and sail to Valinor. I saw true happiness returned to you and because of this my heart is light." His eyes darkened before he continued. "All these long years I have fought with the carrot of seeing those that I love again. Of giving them new life. Of being with them onto the ending of the world. Under the stick of war and violence. Yet when I saw this happiness returned to the world I was not among you."

"Where were you?" Rostaen asked as a numb feeling flooded him. Calenur shook his head. He would not reveal that part of the puzzle nor his theory regarding it.

"That much remained hidden from me. I do not know my own fate Rostaen."

"That is why we left Lorien in such a rush isn't it?" He asked. It was a rhetorical question. "What in merlin's name frightened you so much?" He asked. Calenur lifted his head and his eyes bore into Rostaen's own.

"This I can't tell you for fear that you will try to prevent it." He answered bitterly and knew immediately that Rostaen's protective instinct was welling within him once again.

Rostaen looked as if he were about to argue but he thought better of it and instead nodded. "I know that this time things are different." He said after a minute of consideration. "But I won't leave you mate. No matter what."

"I know you won't." Calenur smiled. "I also saw Hermione. It seems that the twins will not be the last to enter this world." Rostaen's face immediately adopted a goofy grin. Calenur wasn't the only one who had lived through the years carrying the pain of a lost love.

"I'll go tell the others." He said beginning to walk back to the fire. "And Calenur, don't worry, we'll see this journey to the end." He called as he disappeared.

"That you will" Calenur muttered to the darkness. "That you will."

The Boromir Chronicles.

The hooves of his horse pounded against the compacted dirt road. The wind flew through his hair, pushing it off his face and giving him a sensation he imagined must be close to flying. He knew he should feel nothing, except perhaps the rush of water as it swept over his watery grave. Yet somehow he was here. Dead and yet alive, participating in what was perhaps the most important task of his existence.

He urged his horse on across the planes. His journey had split from that of the Nahámion 5 days earlier. He still had a further 14 to travel through before he would reach Rivendell. His mind crept back to Calenur's parting words to him. 'Ride swift for you might be Rohan's only chance' and he wondered to himself. What could Calenur possibly know that no-one else yet did?

"What do you mean? Immortal?" Boromir asked with slight panic. Calenur's lips twitched at the corner as he made to answer.

"In a way. You will never die man of Gondor, you are already dead. I apologise for it is a miserable fate I have doomed you to." Rage burned in Boromir's throat for a few moments before he swallowed it with a grimace. He didn't understand and the being before him was making his confusion no less painful. Perhaps sensing this Calenur remained quiet and allowed the man to think.

"If my fate is to be so horrible then why did you save me Calenur? What is my task." He asked finally, it was the right question, Calenur sighed and straightened his back.

"I couldn't allow you to die with so many regrets. It would only Sheppard your spirit to misery. No, I brought you back and gave you a second chance at this unfinished business. A chance to make a difference in so many ways. Your task is to fight and when it is over, I promise you I shall release the resurrection and free your soul to the hall of your fathers. Remember Boromir: like me you are a dead man in a dead man's body. Like me you could walk this world for eternity until your task is done. There is little choice now." The last part was not understood by the Gondorian but the message got through loud and clear.

"One more thing." Calenur spoke again fixing Boromir with a serious stare. "Should you be struck through the heart or decapitated, the borrowed life will seep from your body and the fate of your soul will become uncertain." Boromir remained silent for some minutes, even hours, it made no difference. Now he was no longer mortal time no longer seemed to matter. For the longest time he gazed at the moon in silent thought and through all of it, Calenur waited.

"What would you have me do?" He asked finally. Calenur grinned widely and the fire light cast ghostly shadows across the surface of his face. If Boromir felt any fear he did not show it as he awaited his answer.

"That I believe you already know. Son of Gondor."

Translations

Entulil: Again you come.