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"Frodo! Frodo! Wake up! Frodo? Can you hear me?"
"Enough, Samwise. Frodo is in poor condition. He will not be waking up for a very long time," said Aragorn wistfully.
Sam looked sadly upon Frodo Baggins, his best friend. It was true, he showed no signs of getting up any time soon. Perhaps not ever.
"But he must get up! We need to continue on our journey. We have a long way to go, and a little stab in his chest shouldn't hurt him that much," said Boromir matter-of-factly.
"It is not merely a little stab," said Gandalf. "Frodo will not be well for a very long time. He was cut with a blade of an Orc that was smeared with very dangerous poison. We have no choice. We must find a new ring bearer and continue the journey without him.
The whole Fellowship was silent. None of them had thought they would ever lose the ring bearer.
"Well, if we must find someone to replace Frodo, I believe we should call a council to decide who the new ring bearer would be," Gimli said, breaking the awful silence.
"Nonsense. We have no time for that. We must decide now," said Gandalf wisely. "And before you start getting excited, I must say that no one who is at all powerful or power-hungry can take the job," he glanced at Boromir. "That rules out me, Aragorn, Boromir, Gimli, and Legolas."
He glanced at Sam, Merry and Pippin.
"I'm not leaving Frodo's side," said Sam decidedly. "I'm staying here with him in Rivendell."
"And I'm not leaving Pippin," said Merry.
"I'll take the job," said Pippin excitedly.
Gandalf glanced at Aragorn and they shook their heads.
"No one in the remaining Fellowship is fit to take on Frodo's role," said Legolas.
"Then who will take the job? There is obviously no one here who is fit to bear the ring," said Sam in an anxious tone.
"Well, I suppose," said Gandalf vaguely to himself, "I wonder...."
"Well??" said Boromir impatiently.
Gandalf sighed and said, "There is one other...."
"Frodo! Frodo! Wake up! Frodo? Can you hear me?"
"Enough, Samwise. Frodo is in poor condition. He will not be waking up for a very long time," said Aragorn wistfully.
Sam looked sadly upon Frodo Baggins, his best friend. It was true, he showed no signs of getting up any time soon. Perhaps not ever.
"But he must get up! We need to continue on our journey. We have a long way to go, and a little stab in his chest shouldn't hurt him that much," said Boromir matter-of-factly.
"It is not merely a little stab," said Gandalf. "Frodo will not be well for a very long time. He was cut with a blade of an Orc that was smeared with very dangerous poison. We have no choice. We must find a new ring bearer and continue the journey without him.
The whole Fellowship was silent. None of them had thought they would ever lose the ring bearer.
"Well, if we must find someone to replace Frodo, I believe we should call a council to decide who the new ring bearer would be," Gimli said, breaking the awful silence.
"Nonsense. We have no time for that. We must decide now," said Gandalf wisely. "And before you start getting excited, I must say that no one who is at all powerful or power-hungry can take the job," he glanced at Boromir. "That rules out me, Aragorn, Boromir, Gimli, and Legolas."
He glanced at Sam, Merry and Pippin.
"I'm not leaving Frodo's side," said Sam decidedly. "I'm staying here with him in Rivendell."
"And I'm not leaving Pippin," said Merry.
"I'll take the job," said Pippin excitedly.
Gandalf glanced at Aragorn and they shook their heads.
"No one in the remaining Fellowship is fit to take on Frodo's role," said Legolas.
"Then who will take the job? There is obviously no one here who is fit to bear the ring," said Sam in an anxious tone.
"Well, I suppose," said Gandalf vaguely to himself, "I wonder...."
"Well??" said Boromir impatiently.
Gandalf sighed and said, "There is one other...."