This fic is actually sprang from another fic of mine that I'm in the process of writing. The idea I had in mind can't fit into that one so I've created a completely different story based off this idea I have. It's a little out there but I hope you all enjoy it!
Disclaimer: I don't own Lord of the Rings at all. If I did I wouldn't be sitting here writing fanfiction about it now would I? However I do own the character Amarth, he is mine don't touch. The plot of this fic is also mine. Everything that Tolkien created belongs to Tolkien and I'm making no money whatsoever off this.
Chapter One: Light and Darkness
Darkness and Light.
Light and Darkness.
Two complete opposites, one cannot abide within the other, for each one drives the other out.
Light banishes Darkness.
Darkness flees Light.
Light is a symbol of good.
Darkness is a symbol of evil.
And yet…
There is a way, in which these two can coincide.
In the night when the Sun has completed her travels across the sky, Night comes and blankets the land in Darkness.
And the Darkness reveals Light.
The Stars which are hidden by the brightness of the Sun appear and can be seen by all when the Darkness comes, if it were not for the Night we could not gaze upon the beauty of the Stars. The Sun is too bright for one to look at, thus we cannot truly appreciate her beauty, the Stars allow us to catch a glimpse of what our eyes are unable to see.
Not all Darkness is evil, just as not all Light is good.
The brightness of the Sun blinds one, and the glow of Fire burns another.
Both can offer warmth, and yet both can harm.
But you must be wary, for Darkness harbors of all things evil. They use it as a shelter, to hide their schemes and plots, and imprison those of the Light within its shadows.
And there will always be those who wish to destroy the Light, for it shelters all things good. We go to the Light because of its warmth, it is open to all who wish to enter it, never turning a soul away.
As long as you stay within reach of the Light, Evil cannot touch you, and Darkness cannot ensnare you in its shadows.
Even though there is both good and bad to be found in Light and Darkness, you must stay on your guard; because Evil can disguise itself as Light, and Good may use the Darkness to hide from Evil.
"I remember you telling me that tale when I was child in Rivendell, did you come up with it yourself Legolas?" Aragorn asked from where he sat reclined against a tree, smoking his pipe far enough away to where it didn't bother the Elf in the Fellowship. Legolas smiled back at the Ranger and replied, "I did actually. I do not remember exactly when it came to me, only that I've carried it with me for many years."
"It was a nice story Legolas," Pippin commented rising from where he had been sitting on the ground and proceeded to stretch his numb muscles.
"It really was," Merry added also rising, "a bit different from what we're used to in the Shire, but I liked it all the same."
Legolas dipped his head towards the two before he himself stood. Frodo, who had long since retired for the evening, had quietly listened to the story while sleep once again eluded him. Ever since leaving Lothlorien sleep had been hard to come by for the Ringbearer much to his dismay.
Galadriel's warning was constantly repeating itself over and over again in Frodo's mind, she had said the Ring would eventually take all of his friends, it had already started. Glancing in Boromir's direction an involuntary shudder passed through his body. The Gondorian had been restless ever since they'd left the elven sanctuary of Lorien. He rarely spoke to anyone and went about their days silently doing everything that was asked of him.
Frodo knew that Aragorn had noticed these changes and the Ranger was constantly observing Boromir, hardly letting him out of his sight. This offered some comfort to Frodo who was certain that Boromir wouldn't try anything as long as Aragorn was around.
Would he actually try and take it? Frodo wondered with a chill. The Hobbit didn't want to believe that Boromir would do something to harm himself or anyone else in the Fellowship, but with something as evil as the Ring in the picture, how could he know for certain that any of his friends could be trusted?
One by one it will destroy them all.
Frodo shivered even though there was no wind. Suddenly he felt cold…
Wrapping his grey cloak around himself Frodo closed his eyes and began the long struggle to find sleep.
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A lone figure watched the Fellowship from the shadows that the Night provided. They had heard the Elf's story and there was almost no doubt in their mind now.
Almost.
They needed to be sure first before they tried anything, patience was the safe way to go from this point. But what if they were wrong? What if they had been following the wrong trail? No, they had found the right one, they were near certain of it! For now they would continue to watch the Fellowship from the shadows until the time came to for them to reveal themselves. But they could not afford to wait for much longer, time was running out, and then it would be too late. From their hiding place the figure vowed that they would make their move soon.
Very soon.