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of the places, nor take credit for the short excerpt from the book. IT'S
NOT MINE! I'M NOT COPYING! I used it to try to give readers a sense of what
was going on before leading them into MY story! However, I do own Aithril,
Cethebril, and any other character that you don't recognize. Please R & R.
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Notes: My story starts in The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring (pg.346-347) as The Fellowship is making it's way through the Pass of Caradhras.
means in the real LOTR Italics means a different language, or someone's thoughts
Do As The Ancient Kings Say
The Trap Succeeds
The Company now gathered together as close to the cliff as they could. It faced southwards, and near the bottom, it leaned out a little, so that they hoped it would give them some protection from the northernly wind and the falling stones. But eddying blasts swirled round them from every side, and the snow flowed down in even denser clouds.
They huddled together with their backs to the wall. Bill the pony stood patiently but dejectedly in front of the hobbits, and screened them a little; but before long the drifting snow was above his hocks, and it went on mounting. If they had had no larger companions the hobbits soon would have been entirely buried.
A great sleepiness came over Frodo; he felt himself sinking fast into a warm and hazy dream. He felt as though a fire was heating his toes, and out of the shadows on the other side of the hearth he heard Bilbo's voice speaking. I don't think much of your diary, he said. Snowstorms on January the twelfth: there was no need to come back to report that!
But I wanted rest and sleep, Bilbo, Frodo answered with an effort, when he felt himself shaken, and came painfully back to wakefullness. Boromir had lifted him off the ground out of a nest of snow.
"This will be the death of the halflings, Gandalf," said Boromir. "It is useless to sit here until the snow goes over our heads. We must do something to save ourselves."
***
Meanwhile, the Eye was watching them ceaselessly. Gandalf did not know of it's gaze, it was quite sure. It watched eagerly as they neared the trap it had set for them. Would they fall into it like mice going for a bit of cheese? Or would they approach it cautiously? It did not matter! The trap was a fool-proof one, and it would remove the Fellowship from Middle Earth for a good length of time. Then, the Dark Lord would make his move....
***
Suddenly, Gimli gave a hoarse cry that was somewhat muffled by the snow that clung to his beard. "Balin?" he whispered, awestruck, and began to wade through the snow towards the figure. Legolas seemed to see something quite different. "Lady of the Wood!" he said, unbelieving, then rushed forward to meet her.
"Legolas! Gimli! NO!" shouted Gandalf and plowed through the drifts to still them. The four hobbits followed in his wake, along with Aragorn and Boromir. They could not stop themselves from struggling forward now. It was as if some force was drawing them closer and closer to a point. FLASH! A light brighter than a billion suns blinded them and all nine companions fell to the ground unconcious.
Notes: My story starts in The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring (pg.346-347) as The Fellowship is making it's way through the Pass of Caradhras.
means in the real LOTR Italics means a different language, or someone's thoughts
Do As The Ancient Kings Say
The Trap Succeeds
The Company now gathered together as close to the cliff as they could. It faced southwards, and near the bottom, it leaned out a little, so that they hoped it would give them some protection from the northernly wind and the falling stones. But eddying blasts swirled round them from every side, and the snow flowed down in even denser clouds.
They huddled together with their backs to the wall. Bill the pony stood patiently but dejectedly in front of the hobbits, and screened them a little; but before long the drifting snow was above his hocks, and it went on mounting. If they had had no larger companions the hobbits soon would have been entirely buried.
A great sleepiness came over Frodo; he felt himself sinking fast into a warm and hazy dream. He felt as though a fire was heating his toes, and out of the shadows on the other side of the hearth he heard Bilbo's voice speaking. I don't think much of your diary, he said. Snowstorms on January the twelfth: there was no need to come back to report that!
But I wanted rest and sleep, Bilbo, Frodo answered with an effort, when he felt himself shaken, and came painfully back to wakefullness. Boromir had lifted him off the ground out of a nest of snow.
"This will be the death of the halflings, Gandalf," said Boromir. "It is useless to sit here until the snow goes over our heads. We must do something to save ourselves."
***
Meanwhile, the Eye was watching them ceaselessly. Gandalf did not know of it's gaze, it was quite sure. It watched eagerly as they neared the trap it had set for them. Would they fall into it like mice going for a bit of cheese? Or would they approach it cautiously? It did not matter! The trap was a fool-proof one, and it would remove the Fellowship from Middle Earth for a good length of time. Then, the Dark Lord would make his move....
***
Suddenly, Gimli gave a hoarse cry that was somewhat muffled by the snow that clung to his beard. "Balin?" he whispered, awestruck, and began to wade through the snow towards the figure. Legolas seemed to see something quite different. "Lady of the Wood!" he said, unbelieving, then rushed forward to meet her.
"Legolas! Gimli! NO!" shouted Gandalf and plowed through the drifts to still them. The four hobbits followed in his wake, along with Aragorn and Boromir. They could not stop themselves from struggling forward now. It was as if some force was drawing them closer and closer to a point. FLASH! A light brighter than a billion suns blinded them and all nine companions fell to the ground unconcious.