Title: Unspoken Thoughts
Author: montypythonfan2002
Rating: PG-13
Genre: General
Pairing: None
Summary: The reason why Legolas spoke little during the movie was because he kept all of this thoughts to himself. Now let's read his thoughts from the council to the breaking of the fellowship. (What a really bad summary)
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Chapter 1: The Council of Elrond
I was puzzled when my father received a message from Lord Elrond regarding a council that was to take place tomorrow morning. I was even more surprised when the Rivendell Lord mentioned that he will invite all the races of the lands to attend the council. Normally, one does not call a council of many races unless something extremely important came up. What was so important for Lord Elrond to call a large council?
Then again, I did hear my father discussing with his officials about some kind of ring not that long ago. "The One Ring," he had called it. I never knew what he was talking about, and I never bothered to ask. I did not like the sound of the One Ring, for even the name connoted darkness and evil. During my studies when I was an elfling, my teachers had mentioned to me that the One Ring possessed great power and was lost for many years. Figuring the ring will never be found, I paid no further attention to the matter.
I was a little hesitant when Father sent me and three others to represent the Mirkwood elves at the council. After what had happened before, I was surprised that father still trusted me. I was in charge of keeping... Gollum, I believe his name was, imprisoned, and I had failed. But I saw this as a second chance to prove myself worthy and to make up my previous mistake. I would go to the council and proudly represent Mirkwood.
We left the next morning in haste for Rivendell, for it only took two hours to get there by horse. When we arrived, Rivendell was as grand as I remembered. I had only been here two times with my father, and I vaguely remember Lord Elrond. I was more fascinated with Rivendell's surroundings and the beautiful nature that seemed to embellish the great elven city.
The council started right away, which told me that the matter we were about to discuss seemed grave. Looking around, I saw Gandalf and a hobbit that I have never seen before sitting by his side. Aragorn I remember, but I did not recognize the blond haired man next to him. My eyes then landed on a sight I was not prepared to see: dwarves. Dwarves were here at the council! I tried not to show it, but I was shocked. How big can this matter be to invite low-life dwarves to a high council? There were four of them, and they looked as menacing as I had imagined they would be. One looked my way, and I gave him an intimidating look. He stared at me back and narrowed his eyes at me.
I turned my head back forward when I saw at the corner of my eye Lord Elrond stand from his chair and start to address us.
"Strangers from distant lands, friends of old," he began. "You are summoned here to answer the threat of Mordor. Middle-Earth stands on the brink of destruction. You will unite or you will fall. Each race is bound to this fate, this one doom."
A threat of Mordor? Elbereth, don't tell me that it is that ring that I had opted to ignore before. Had the ring truly come back? I should have listened to my teachers.
Lord Elrond beckoned Frodo to bring the ring forth and put it on the altar at the center of the plaza. When Frodo put the ring on the stand, I intently stared at it. That was it. That was the One Ring. The Ring that will threaten us all. As I stared at it, it seemed to shine with evil. Never in my life had I seen nor felt such evil prescence near me. I felt like I was about to choke if my breathing became uneven. So powerful was the darkness of the ring. My eyes narrowed to slits as my anger and hatred toward the ring grew. This was the ring that brought pain and suffering to everyone that possessed it. Gritting my teeth, I waited for any response that might come from a council member's mouth or from Lord Elrond.
When the blond man next to Aragorn suggested that the ring could be used against the dark forces, I mentally laughed. What an absurd idea! Surely his statement was made so he can keep the ring for himself. Luckily, Aragorn was smart enough to see through this.
"You cannot wield it. None of us can. The ring answers to Sauron alone. It has no other master," Aragorn argued.
"What would a ranger know of this matter?" the blond man attacked.
That made me mad. Firstly, this blond man tried to take the ring for himself, then he dared to challenge Aragorn. He certainly knows nothing about Aragorn. I already did not like this blond man. I felt like I needed to do something. I jumped up in defense of Aragorn and faced the blond man, wanting to show this blond man a lesson.
"He is no mere ranger!" I spoke. "He is Aragorn, son of Arathorn. You owe him your allegiance." That felt good. I added that last line just to spite on the blond man and crush his pride. He is too proud for his own good, and I did not want his hubris to make him too impudent.
I relished the look that fell on the man's face. "T-this is Idildur's heir?" he stammered.
"And heir to the throne of Gondor," I added, almost with smugness.
When Aragorn told me to sit back down, I froze for a moment. Looking at Aragorn, I saw the gentle and passive face he possessed. Maybe I should not be so aggressive. This is a council, and we only came here for a meeting, not an argument. Sighing softly, I turned and sat back down in my seat between my two elven friends.
When Lord Elrond mentioned that the ring has to be destroyed, a dwarf gathered up the courage to destroy the ring with his mere axe. Like that would do anything. Does he not know that he cannot accomplish the task that way? I was not surprised when his own axe broke into pieces and there was not a single scratch mark left on the ring.
"It must be taken deep into Mordor, and cast back into the fiery chasm from which it came. One of you must do this," Lord Elrond said gravely.
So that was why Lord Elrond summoned us to the council! The only reason we were here was to select someone to destroy the ring in the fires of Mordor. I looked around and saw that everyone remained silent. I did not blame them. Destroying the ring was much easier said than done.
The blond man argued that no one can accomplish this mission, and I narrowed my eyes at him. Was this man so daft he did not get it? Does he not understand that this must be done, no matter what the cost?
"Have you heard nothing of what Lord Elrond has said?" I demanded, getting up from my seat and stepping forward. "The ring must be destroyed!"
"And I suppose you think you will be the one to do it?"
I turned to face the dwarf that challenged me. It was the one that tried to destroy the ring with his axe. I frowned. That did it. That made me even more mad. That struck a nerve with my elven friends and they jumped from their seats and advanced towards the dwarf. I looked up to see the other dwarves do the same. I held out my arms to stop my friends. Fighting will do us no good, I knew at least that much. I did not want to start a brawl in front of Lord Elrond or the other company that took their time to attend the meeting. But it was hard not to remain passive when the dwarves were being so difficult.
I barely heard the voice say, "I will take it!"
I turned to see the voice belonged to Gandalf's hobbit friend. I lifted an eyebrow. For a hobbit, he was very brave to make such a comittment. He looked like a young hobbit, and I felt almost sorry for him that he wanted to take the ring, as he was the current ring-bearer.
Gandalf stepped towards him and announced he would go with him. Aragorn then stood in front of Frodo, kneeled down, and told him that he has his sword to protect him.
I too felt obligated to join in with them. After all, they will need the eyes and ears of an elf to help them along the way. "And you have my bow," I spoke up, joining them.
The dwarf who challenged me joined us as well, and I was a little wary of that. But since we are on an important mission, I guess I will have to try and cope with him. That does not mean I was happy about that
At the end, we were a total of nine.
"Nine companions. So be it. You shall be the Fellowship of the Ring," Lord Elrond proclaimed.
I inwardly smiled to myself. This was going to be an adventure of a life time. My elven life time, at least. I then paled when I finally thought more of it, the danger of the mission and the evil we will face once we do encounter it at Mordor. Oh gods, what have I gotten myself into?
~ Hmm. Not bad, to me at least. What do you think? Has someone already done something like this? Hopefully not, I have already started on this. Well, review anyway! =)
Author: montypythonfan2002
Rating: PG-13
Genre: General
Pairing: None
Summary: The reason why Legolas spoke little during the movie was because he kept all of this thoughts to himself. Now let's read his thoughts from the council to the breaking of the fellowship. (What a really bad summary)
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Chapter 1: The Council of Elrond
I was puzzled when my father received a message from Lord Elrond regarding a council that was to take place tomorrow morning. I was even more surprised when the Rivendell Lord mentioned that he will invite all the races of the lands to attend the council. Normally, one does not call a council of many races unless something extremely important came up. What was so important for Lord Elrond to call a large council?
Then again, I did hear my father discussing with his officials about some kind of ring not that long ago. "The One Ring," he had called it. I never knew what he was talking about, and I never bothered to ask. I did not like the sound of the One Ring, for even the name connoted darkness and evil. During my studies when I was an elfling, my teachers had mentioned to me that the One Ring possessed great power and was lost for many years. Figuring the ring will never be found, I paid no further attention to the matter.
I was a little hesitant when Father sent me and three others to represent the Mirkwood elves at the council. After what had happened before, I was surprised that father still trusted me. I was in charge of keeping... Gollum, I believe his name was, imprisoned, and I had failed. But I saw this as a second chance to prove myself worthy and to make up my previous mistake. I would go to the council and proudly represent Mirkwood.
We left the next morning in haste for Rivendell, for it only took two hours to get there by horse. When we arrived, Rivendell was as grand as I remembered. I had only been here two times with my father, and I vaguely remember Lord Elrond. I was more fascinated with Rivendell's surroundings and the beautiful nature that seemed to embellish the great elven city.
The council started right away, which told me that the matter we were about to discuss seemed grave. Looking around, I saw Gandalf and a hobbit that I have never seen before sitting by his side. Aragorn I remember, but I did not recognize the blond haired man next to him. My eyes then landed on a sight I was not prepared to see: dwarves. Dwarves were here at the council! I tried not to show it, but I was shocked. How big can this matter be to invite low-life dwarves to a high council? There were four of them, and they looked as menacing as I had imagined they would be. One looked my way, and I gave him an intimidating look. He stared at me back and narrowed his eyes at me.
I turned my head back forward when I saw at the corner of my eye Lord Elrond stand from his chair and start to address us.
"Strangers from distant lands, friends of old," he began. "You are summoned here to answer the threat of Mordor. Middle-Earth stands on the brink of destruction. You will unite or you will fall. Each race is bound to this fate, this one doom."
A threat of Mordor? Elbereth, don't tell me that it is that ring that I had opted to ignore before. Had the ring truly come back? I should have listened to my teachers.
Lord Elrond beckoned Frodo to bring the ring forth and put it on the altar at the center of the plaza. When Frodo put the ring on the stand, I intently stared at it. That was it. That was the One Ring. The Ring that will threaten us all. As I stared at it, it seemed to shine with evil. Never in my life had I seen nor felt such evil prescence near me. I felt like I was about to choke if my breathing became uneven. So powerful was the darkness of the ring. My eyes narrowed to slits as my anger and hatred toward the ring grew. This was the ring that brought pain and suffering to everyone that possessed it. Gritting my teeth, I waited for any response that might come from a council member's mouth or from Lord Elrond.
When the blond man next to Aragorn suggested that the ring could be used against the dark forces, I mentally laughed. What an absurd idea! Surely his statement was made so he can keep the ring for himself. Luckily, Aragorn was smart enough to see through this.
"You cannot wield it. None of us can. The ring answers to Sauron alone. It has no other master," Aragorn argued.
"What would a ranger know of this matter?" the blond man attacked.
That made me mad. Firstly, this blond man tried to take the ring for himself, then he dared to challenge Aragorn. He certainly knows nothing about Aragorn. I already did not like this blond man. I felt like I needed to do something. I jumped up in defense of Aragorn and faced the blond man, wanting to show this blond man a lesson.
"He is no mere ranger!" I spoke. "He is Aragorn, son of Arathorn. You owe him your allegiance." That felt good. I added that last line just to spite on the blond man and crush his pride. He is too proud for his own good, and I did not want his hubris to make him too impudent.
I relished the look that fell on the man's face. "T-this is Idildur's heir?" he stammered.
"And heir to the throne of Gondor," I added, almost with smugness.
When Aragorn told me to sit back down, I froze for a moment. Looking at Aragorn, I saw the gentle and passive face he possessed. Maybe I should not be so aggressive. This is a council, and we only came here for a meeting, not an argument. Sighing softly, I turned and sat back down in my seat between my two elven friends.
When Lord Elrond mentioned that the ring has to be destroyed, a dwarf gathered up the courage to destroy the ring with his mere axe. Like that would do anything. Does he not know that he cannot accomplish the task that way? I was not surprised when his own axe broke into pieces and there was not a single scratch mark left on the ring.
"It must be taken deep into Mordor, and cast back into the fiery chasm from which it came. One of you must do this," Lord Elrond said gravely.
So that was why Lord Elrond summoned us to the council! The only reason we were here was to select someone to destroy the ring in the fires of Mordor. I looked around and saw that everyone remained silent. I did not blame them. Destroying the ring was much easier said than done.
The blond man argued that no one can accomplish this mission, and I narrowed my eyes at him. Was this man so daft he did not get it? Does he not understand that this must be done, no matter what the cost?
"Have you heard nothing of what Lord Elrond has said?" I demanded, getting up from my seat and stepping forward. "The ring must be destroyed!"
"And I suppose you think you will be the one to do it?"
I turned to face the dwarf that challenged me. It was the one that tried to destroy the ring with his axe. I frowned. That did it. That made me even more mad. That struck a nerve with my elven friends and they jumped from their seats and advanced towards the dwarf. I looked up to see the other dwarves do the same. I held out my arms to stop my friends. Fighting will do us no good, I knew at least that much. I did not want to start a brawl in front of Lord Elrond or the other company that took their time to attend the meeting. But it was hard not to remain passive when the dwarves were being so difficult.
I barely heard the voice say, "I will take it!"
I turned to see the voice belonged to Gandalf's hobbit friend. I lifted an eyebrow. For a hobbit, he was very brave to make such a comittment. He looked like a young hobbit, and I felt almost sorry for him that he wanted to take the ring, as he was the current ring-bearer.
Gandalf stepped towards him and announced he would go with him. Aragorn then stood in front of Frodo, kneeled down, and told him that he has his sword to protect him.
I too felt obligated to join in with them. After all, they will need the eyes and ears of an elf to help them along the way. "And you have my bow," I spoke up, joining them.
The dwarf who challenged me joined us as well, and I was a little wary of that. But since we are on an important mission, I guess I will have to try and cope with him. That does not mean I was happy about that
At the end, we were a total of nine.
"Nine companions. So be it. You shall be the Fellowship of the Ring," Lord Elrond proclaimed.
I inwardly smiled to myself. This was going to be an adventure of a life time. My elven life time, at least. I then paled when I finally thought more of it, the danger of the mission and the evil we will face once we do encounter it at Mordor. Oh gods, what have I gotten myself into?
~ Hmm. Not bad, to me at least. What do you think? Has someone already done something like this? Hopefully not, I have already started on this. Well, review anyway! =)