Lord of the Rings
Dream of a Madman
Disclaimer: I own none of Tolkiens works so on and so fourth yeah .
Rating: PG13
Note: This story takes place some time before the ring was discovered by Bilbo. Please review. This is my first Fan Fiction
Lothlorien was as peaceful as usual. The birds sang melodiously, singing a soft lullaby to the elves that would soon sleep. The moon shone through gaps in the trees. No one would ever think that a growing threat was nurturing in these serene woods. Gandalf sighed. It was depressing to see such beauty corrupted. It dwelt here.
The thing was that which grows in everyone's mind. It corrupted, burned, destroyed. It was in everyone. It was evil itself. Whether we wish to deny it or not, there is evil that grows, feeding upon the riches of the mind. But here, here it grew in an alarming rate. Someone was feeding it willingly. It was Gandalf who was assigned to find who was feeding it.
Gandalf walked down the leaf strewn paths, fear creeping into his mind like a spider. Who could be so mad as to stroke the fires of evil? Who? Thoughts were mans best weapon, and Gandalf wielded it well. Ah, such was the path he had chosen, to fight with the mind rather then the sword.
He walked to the huge oak that was the castle of the elves. The twisting staircase gave off to hollowed rooms where elves slept dreaming of days to come. He reached a place near the throne room that was Celeborns study. Seeing a flickering light through the windows so intricately placed in the tree, he knocked on what he thought was the oaken door (Though dwarves were the craft masters, it is difficult to match elvish skill when it comes to wood.) A dignified voice said, "Come in, the doors open." Gandalf open the door to see Celeborn frowning at a pile of parchments in front of him.
The study looked much as it usually did. More books cluttered the ground then there were on the shelf. Parchments loosely lay in random places. A single candle burned where Celeborn practically lived.
"Ah, Gandalf. It is good to see you old friend. What brings you to Lothlorien?" Celeborn said. "What brings me to Lothlorien is very bad business, Celeborn." Gandalf said gravely. "Someone is corrupting your woods." Celeborn looked at him uncomprehending, till understanding dawned upon him. "How could this be? There has never been any evil in our woods!" Celeborn exclaimed, shocked. "There has been evil. It is in all minds. There is no way to be cleansed of evil." Gandalf stared out into the night sky, as if he could find the madman there. "It is late, Celeborn. Go to sleep." Gandalf said in a solemn sort of way. "Yes. I must rest." Celeborn seemed weakened as if by a physical blow. He had fooled himself thinking there was only purity in his woods. Now the illusion had shattered, sending shards into his flesh.
It was early morning when Gandalf had awoken from the guest chambers. He found a meal readily prepared to eat. The sun came through the stained glass windows, bathing everything in an explosion of colors. The sun was just peeking over its cover of clouds.
Gandalf walked down from the tree to see young elves examining him curiously. It made him sad to see the children, knowing that such evil could exist in these woods. The trees stood tall and proud as always.
Something happened. Gandalf couldn't explain it. It felt like someone had drugged his mind. He wandered around in a sort of half-dream. He dully realized that someone didn't want him interfering with something. Hmm. how odd. yes., he thought. He suddenly jerked out of the dream and too late realized his error. Screams surrounded Gandalf. And elf lay on the ground, his head cut off.
Dream of a Madman
Disclaimer: I own none of Tolkiens works so on and so fourth yeah .
Rating: PG13
Note: This story takes place some time before the ring was discovered by Bilbo. Please review. This is my first Fan Fiction
Lothlorien was as peaceful as usual. The birds sang melodiously, singing a soft lullaby to the elves that would soon sleep. The moon shone through gaps in the trees. No one would ever think that a growing threat was nurturing in these serene woods. Gandalf sighed. It was depressing to see such beauty corrupted. It dwelt here.
The thing was that which grows in everyone's mind. It corrupted, burned, destroyed. It was in everyone. It was evil itself. Whether we wish to deny it or not, there is evil that grows, feeding upon the riches of the mind. But here, here it grew in an alarming rate. Someone was feeding it willingly. It was Gandalf who was assigned to find who was feeding it.
Gandalf walked down the leaf strewn paths, fear creeping into his mind like a spider. Who could be so mad as to stroke the fires of evil? Who? Thoughts were mans best weapon, and Gandalf wielded it well. Ah, such was the path he had chosen, to fight with the mind rather then the sword.
He walked to the huge oak that was the castle of the elves. The twisting staircase gave off to hollowed rooms where elves slept dreaming of days to come. He reached a place near the throne room that was Celeborns study. Seeing a flickering light through the windows so intricately placed in the tree, he knocked on what he thought was the oaken door (Though dwarves were the craft masters, it is difficult to match elvish skill when it comes to wood.) A dignified voice said, "Come in, the doors open." Gandalf open the door to see Celeborn frowning at a pile of parchments in front of him.
The study looked much as it usually did. More books cluttered the ground then there were on the shelf. Parchments loosely lay in random places. A single candle burned where Celeborn practically lived.
"Ah, Gandalf. It is good to see you old friend. What brings you to Lothlorien?" Celeborn said. "What brings me to Lothlorien is very bad business, Celeborn." Gandalf said gravely. "Someone is corrupting your woods." Celeborn looked at him uncomprehending, till understanding dawned upon him. "How could this be? There has never been any evil in our woods!" Celeborn exclaimed, shocked. "There has been evil. It is in all minds. There is no way to be cleansed of evil." Gandalf stared out into the night sky, as if he could find the madman there. "It is late, Celeborn. Go to sleep." Gandalf said in a solemn sort of way. "Yes. I must rest." Celeborn seemed weakened as if by a physical blow. He had fooled himself thinking there was only purity in his woods. Now the illusion had shattered, sending shards into his flesh.
It was early morning when Gandalf had awoken from the guest chambers. He found a meal readily prepared to eat. The sun came through the stained glass windows, bathing everything in an explosion of colors. The sun was just peeking over its cover of clouds.
Gandalf walked down from the tree to see young elves examining him curiously. It made him sad to see the children, knowing that such evil could exist in these woods. The trees stood tall and proud as always.
Something happened. Gandalf couldn't explain it. It felt like someone had drugged his mind. He wandered around in a sort of half-dream. He dully realized that someone didn't want him interfering with something. Hmm. how odd. yes., he thought. He suddenly jerked out of the dream and too late realized his error. Screams surrounded Gandalf. And elf lay on the ground, his head cut off.