Disclaimer - I don't own LOTR, it belongs to New Line Cinema, Peter
Jackson, and most importantly, J.R.R Tolkein.
This first chapter will be a bit more serious than the rest of the story, by the way!
Four years after the Return of the King, Isengaurd was completely rebuilt. The tower remained of course, but the wall had been torn down, the fissures in the earth were patiently tended by the Ents until they had healed, and now what remained was a good, healthy rich soil and green grass as far as the eyes could see. The great leaders of Middle Earth were now proud of it. All that remained of course, was what to do with it. The leaders met in Rivendell, calling together the remaining members of the Fellowship, and the leaders of each major race. King Aragorn of Gondor, Eomer of Rohan, Gandalf the White, Elrond of Rivendell, King Thranduil and Legolas from Mirkwood, and the remaining of the Nine. Everyone gathered at Gondor, outside near the White Tree. They sat in a circle, all waiting. Aragorn spoke first.
"We are here to debate the decision of who should receive the land of Isengaurd. First, are there are suggestions as to whom the land should go to?" Aragorn asked, looking around regally. It was Gandalf the White who spoke next.
"The land should go to the person who most deserves it." Gandalf said slowly, his eyes sliding wisely around those gathered. Elrond of Rivendell spoke next.
"Grant it not to the Elves. We have no need for more land, when many of us sail to the Gray Havens." Everyone nodded in agreement.
"Frodo. After all you have endured, surely you will take the land, as a gift from all the peoples of Middle Earth!" Faramir said joyfully, smiling at the Halfling. Frodo smiled, but shook his head.
"I have the Shire, and I fear I too may leave this land soon. I do not want it, nor will I take it."
"Samwise?" Gandalf asked, glancing at the silent hobbit to Frodo's right. Sam's eyes widened innocently in surprise, he looked to his right and his left, then up and down, and finally pointed at himself.
"Me? Oh, no Mr. Gandalf, sir! The Shire is enough for me, Sirs." Sam said, looking nervous at having so many eyes upon him. Still, he smiled appreciatively that everyone thought of him. Frodo grinned encouragingly at him.
"Aragorn. You take it. Add it to the lands of Gondor." Elrond said, smiling at his son in law. Aragorn shook his head.
"Gondor is more than enough for me. Give it to another." Aragorn directed. Everyone looked around, searching for another recipient.
"Eomer! Think of how Rohan will benefit from this!" Faramir said quickly.
"Nay, I will not take it. I could never manage that and rebuild the destruction that has ravaged my country." He shifted uneasily in his chair. "Still, no one uh, tell my sister that the land was offered to us." He said quickly. Everyone nodded quickly, in silent agreement. Faramir only agreed too readily. He did not want to hear his wife ranting all night, keeping him up to the wee hours of the morning.
"Faramir! You should govern the land!" Faramir shook his head quickly.
"I have seen what power can do, and what it can destroy. I will be the guard and lesser lord of Rohan, that is all." Again, there was a collective agreement not to tell Eowyn.
"Gandalf!" Someone called out in desperation. Gandalf pointed his staff at the offender. He had no want for land. The Wanderer, he would ever be.
"Legolas, you take it!" Aragorn insisted. Legolas smiled at his friend.
"I'm sorry, my friend. My heart lies in the deep forests, not the land that lies around it." There was a sigh from Frodo and Sam, as well as a few others, who wished the Elves would take it, since they would make the land beautiful and tend it carefully. Thranduil shot his son a glare. He wanted the land, at any rate.
"What about Shelob?" A voice asked timidly. Everyone turned in there seat to stare at Eomer. Eomer shrugged.
"Sorry. Just a suggestion!" Everyone slumped in their seats.
"Well, Shelob wouldn't be THAT bad..." Faramir said thoughtfully. Legolas cleared his throat and stood up.
"I am going to give a presentation." There were a couple of boo's and jeers. Legolas glared evilly at those who disagreed. "My presentation is title 'If We Give Isengaurd to Shelob.'" Legolas said carefully, pulling out a few posters. He held one up.
"Exhibit A - Shelob. A ferocious, giant spider that has the ability to kill and maim. Exhibit B - Shelob finding a mate. Exhibit C - Shelob producing many MANY webs and THOUSANDS of baby spiders that would swarm about the earth! Exhibit D - The many baby spiders enslaving the earth, wreaking terror and mass destruction, with Shelob as the Queen of Middle Earth!" Legolas said, his voice growing louder. However, his posters must have been mixed up, because instead of showing millions of baby spiders swarming over the earth and Shelob laughing insanely, it showed a smiling cartoon Legolas and an orc smiling and skipping hand in hand through a field of flowers. Legolas coughed and turned red, flipping over the poster to show a spider biting a human child in half. Then he bowed and sat down. Aragorn rolled his eyes.
"Thank you Legolas. Okay, so many Shelob wasn't the greatest idea." Thranduil tensed in his chair, exapserated.
"We've gone through every leader of every race! Who else is left! The dwarves?" He roared. A murmur passed through the people. The dwarves!
"There are some spectacular caves under there, right?" Elrond muttered thoughtfully.
"And the land would stay nice! The Ents could tend above, and the dwarves below!" Everyone shrank in their seats, feeling bad the Ents had not been included. However, Thranduil, his face red and apoplectic, leapt out of his seat.
"I would hang my own son before I see beautiful land in the hands of a dwarf!" Legolas jumped up as well.
"WHAT?" He shrieked, annoyed and angry. The others jumped up as well, some to restore peace, others to lecture Thranduil about the cruelty of racism, others to egg on the fight between father and son. Gandalf remained in his seat, his face buried in his hands.
"Middle Earth is going to the dogs!" He groaned, glad that he would soon be leaving. Sam squirmed in his seat, uncomfortable at seeing the lords fighting. A small voice broke the tensed, noisy air.
"I will take it! I will take the land!" Frodo cried, jumping out of his seat in desperation. Everyone was silenced and turned to stare at the Halfling.
"You will take it, Frodo?" Aragorn asked, smiling. Finally! An end to the insanity! Frodo grinned as well.
"Of course not. But hey, it worked last time!" Frodo said, seating himself. Everyone shot nasty glares at Frodo.
"Wait!" Faramir suddenly cried, staring at something. Aragorn followed his stare.
"Of course!" Aragorn exclaimed in realization. Everyone followed the stares to find the last remaining member. Or, cough, members!
"Tig!
"Tig tag!
"Tog!"
"Merry, you and I both know you can't 'Tig tag' a 'tog' unless it's Tuesday and we've just finished our second breakfast." Pippin explained impatiently to Merry. Both Hobbits were oblivious to the fact that the most important people in Middle Earth were watching them. Merry sighed, exasperated, looked away, then looked sharply back at Pippin.
"What'd you do?" He asked accusingly. Pippin's eyes widened.
"Me? Nothing! Honest!" He said. Both Hobbits turned to see everyone staring at them, smiling widely.
"What?" Pippin asked faintly, confused. Gandalf smacked his forehead with his hand.
"Them!" He moaned.
"Them!" Aragorn answered proudly.
MORE TO COME! PLEASE REVIEW WITH QUETIONS, COMMENTS, PLEASE NO FLAMES, BUT CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM IS WELCOME!
This first chapter will be a bit more serious than the rest of the story, by the way!
Four years after the Return of the King, Isengaurd was completely rebuilt. The tower remained of course, but the wall had been torn down, the fissures in the earth were patiently tended by the Ents until they had healed, and now what remained was a good, healthy rich soil and green grass as far as the eyes could see. The great leaders of Middle Earth were now proud of it. All that remained of course, was what to do with it. The leaders met in Rivendell, calling together the remaining members of the Fellowship, and the leaders of each major race. King Aragorn of Gondor, Eomer of Rohan, Gandalf the White, Elrond of Rivendell, King Thranduil and Legolas from Mirkwood, and the remaining of the Nine. Everyone gathered at Gondor, outside near the White Tree. They sat in a circle, all waiting. Aragorn spoke first.
"We are here to debate the decision of who should receive the land of Isengaurd. First, are there are suggestions as to whom the land should go to?" Aragorn asked, looking around regally. It was Gandalf the White who spoke next.
"The land should go to the person who most deserves it." Gandalf said slowly, his eyes sliding wisely around those gathered. Elrond of Rivendell spoke next.
"Grant it not to the Elves. We have no need for more land, when many of us sail to the Gray Havens." Everyone nodded in agreement.
"Frodo. After all you have endured, surely you will take the land, as a gift from all the peoples of Middle Earth!" Faramir said joyfully, smiling at the Halfling. Frodo smiled, but shook his head.
"I have the Shire, and I fear I too may leave this land soon. I do not want it, nor will I take it."
"Samwise?" Gandalf asked, glancing at the silent hobbit to Frodo's right. Sam's eyes widened innocently in surprise, he looked to his right and his left, then up and down, and finally pointed at himself.
"Me? Oh, no Mr. Gandalf, sir! The Shire is enough for me, Sirs." Sam said, looking nervous at having so many eyes upon him. Still, he smiled appreciatively that everyone thought of him. Frodo grinned encouragingly at him.
"Aragorn. You take it. Add it to the lands of Gondor." Elrond said, smiling at his son in law. Aragorn shook his head.
"Gondor is more than enough for me. Give it to another." Aragorn directed. Everyone looked around, searching for another recipient.
"Eomer! Think of how Rohan will benefit from this!" Faramir said quickly.
"Nay, I will not take it. I could never manage that and rebuild the destruction that has ravaged my country." He shifted uneasily in his chair. "Still, no one uh, tell my sister that the land was offered to us." He said quickly. Everyone nodded quickly, in silent agreement. Faramir only agreed too readily. He did not want to hear his wife ranting all night, keeping him up to the wee hours of the morning.
"Faramir! You should govern the land!" Faramir shook his head quickly.
"I have seen what power can do, and what it can destroy. I will be the guard and lesser lord of Rohan, that is all." Again, there was a collective agreement not to tell Eowyn.
"Gandalf!" Someone called out in desperation. Gandalf pointed his staff at the offender. He had no want for land. The Wanderer, he would ever be.
"Legolas, you take it!" Aragorn insisted. Legolas smiled at his friend.
"I'm sorry, my friend. My heart lies in the deep forests, not the land that lies around it." There was a sigh from Frodo and Sam, as well as a few others, who wished the Elves would take it, since they would make the land beautiful and tend it carefully. Thranduil shot his son a glare. He wanted the land, at any rate.
"What about Shelob?" A voice asked timidly. Everyone turned in there seat to stare at Eomer. Eomer shrugged.
"Sorry. Just a suggestion!" Everyone slumped in their seats.
"Well, Shelob wouldn't be THAT bad..." Faramir said thoughtfully. Legolas cleared his throat and stood up.
"I am going to give a presentation." There were a couple of boo's and jeers. Legolas glared evilly at those who disagreed. "My presentation is title 'If We Give Isengaurd to Shelob.'" Legolas said carefully, pulling out a few posters. He held one up.
"Exhibit A - Shelob. A ferocious, giant spider that has the ability to kill and maim. Exhibit B - Shelob finding a mate. Exhibit C - Shelob producing many MANY webs and THOUSANDS of baby spiders that would swarm about the earth! Exhibit D - The many baby spiders enslaving the earth, wreaking terror and mass destruction, with Shelob as the Queen of Middle Earth!" Legolas said, his voice growing louder. However, his posters must have been mixed up, because instead of showing millions of baby spiders swarming over the earth and Shelob laughing insanely, it showed a smiling cartoon Legolas and an orc smiling and skipping hand in hand through a field of flowers. Legolas coughed and turned red, flipping over the poster to show a spider biting a human child in half. Then he bowed and sat down. Aragorn rolled his eyes.
"Thank you Legolas. Okay, so many Shelob wasn't the greatest idea." Thranduil tensed in his chair, exapserated.
"We've gone through every leader of every race! Who else is left! The dwarves?" He roared. A murmur passed through the people. The dwarves!
"There are some spectacular caves under there, right?" Elrond muttered thoughtfully.
"And the land would stay nice! The Ents could tend above, and the dwarves below!" Everyone shrank in their seats, feeling bad the Ents had not been included. However, Thranduil, his face red and apoplectic, leapt out of his seat.
"I would hang my own son before I see beautiful land in the hands of a dwarf!" Legolas jumped up as well.
"WHAT?" He shrieked, annoyed and angry. The others jumped up as well, some to restore peace, others to lecture Thranduil about the cruelty of racism, others to egg on the fight between father and son. Gandalf remained in his seat, his face buried in his hands.
"Middle Earth is going to the dogs!" He groaned, glad that he would soon be leaving. Sam squirmed in his seat, uncomfortable at seeing the lords fighting. A small voice broke the tensed, noisy air.
"I will take it! I will take the land!" Frodo cried, jumping out of his seat in desperation. Everyone was silenced and turned to stare at the Halfling.
"You will take it, Frodo?" Aragorn asked, smiling. Finally! An end to the insanity! Frodo grinned as well.
"Of course not. But hey, it worked last time!" Frodo said, seating himself. Everyone shot nasty glares at Frodo.
"Wait!" Faramir suddenly cried, staring at something. Aragorn followed his stare.
"Of course!" Aragorn exclaimed in realization. Everyone followed the stares to find the last remaining member. Or, cough, members!
"Tig!
"Tig tag!
"Tog!"
"Merry, you and I both know you can't 'Tig tag' a 'tog' unless it's Tuesday and we've just finished our second breakfast." Pippin explained impatiently to Merry. Both Hobbits were oblivious to the fact that the most important people in Middle Earth were watching them. Merry sighed, exasperated, looked away, then looked sharply back at Pippin.
"What'd you do?" He asked accusingly. Pippin's eyes widened.
"Me? Nothing! Honest!" He said. Both Hobbits turned to see everyone staring at them, smiling widely.
"What?" Pippin asked faintly, confused. Gandalf smacked his forehead with his hand.
"Them!" He moaned.
"Them!" Aragorn answered proudly.
MORE TO COME! PLEASE REVIEW WITH QUETIONS, COMMENTS, PLEASE NO FLAMES, BUT CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM IS WELCOME!
