An Elven Fellowship
by Jade Limill
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the plot. Please don't sue.
Chapter 1: A Very Windy Council
"Strangers from distant lands, friends of old," Elrond announced to the council. "You have been summoned here to answer the threat of Mordor. Middle-Earth stands on the brink of destruction. None can escape it. You will unite or you will fall. Each race is bound to this one fate, this one doom. Frodo, bring forth the ring." Frodo put it on the pedestal.
"It is a gift. A gift to the foes of Mordor! Let us use it against the enemy! For long has the steward of Gondor kept back the dar--" Bormir started as a loud sound was heard and a terrible stench emitted from Gandalf. Everyone covered their noses and ran from the room, except for Gandalf.
"Oh dear, too much of a good thing can be bad I've heard. Oh well," he said as he too ran for air.
"As I was saying, let us you the ring against the enemy. Let us use the dark lord's ring against him!" Boromir finished when the council had returned, with claener air at the moment.
"None can wield it! The ring answers to Sauron alone!" Aragorn replied to the stupid man who thought to use the ring.
"And what would a ranger know of these matters?" Boromir sneered.
"That is no mere ranger! That is Aragorn son of Arathorn, and you owe him your allegiance," Legolas stood up and said.
"Aragorn. This is Islidur's heir?" Boromir asked.
"And heir to the throne of Gondor," Legolas finished.
"Havo dad, Legolas," Aragorn said.
"Gondor has no king. Gondor needs no king," Bormir said as he sat down, and followed it by a belch. Everyone ran from his bad breath. "But I brushed my teeth just last month!" He protested.
"Aragorn is right. We cannot use it." Gandalf said simply.
"You have only one-- alright who farted this time?" Elrond asked, annoyed. Everyone parted around Gimli and Gloin.
"Oh, That's right! Blame the bloody dwarf! Always the bloody dwarf!" Gimli claimed innocence.
"That's it! We will adjurn until the morning. And no more farts!" Elrond announced.
"Elrohir! What are you doing? Don't go in there!" Elladan whispered loudly to his brother. "Glorfindel's cooking until the other guests go home."
"I'm getting supplies. I'm the one he likes better, remember? And we need them if we're to go through with this plan of yours!" Elrohir replied in a whisper.
"Okay, but be careful. Who knows what will happen if he catches you!" Elladan warned.
Elrohir made it to the pantry and collected lembas. Then he turned to the door.
"Oh, Elrohir! How nice to finally see you! Would you mind stirring these beans for me? I have to look for something else to cook, this is our last batch," Glorfindel requested as Elrohir stiired.
He suddenly had an idea about how to make his twin's plan work. He glanced at Glorfindel to make sre he didn't see,then picked up the sleeping draught that was setting the counter for Frodo, and poured some into the beans.
"Glorfindel, I hear Erestor calling me, gotta go!"Elrohir shouted as he ran out with the suplies.
"What were you doing in there?" Elladan asked as he ran to the stables with Elrohir.
"Glorfindel caught me. I drugged the beans. But I got the supplies," he explained.
"You drugged the beans? Good idea. We should wait until they all sleep to get it."
"I agree. Let's wait."
By dusk everyone except for Elrond, Erestor and the twins were passed out, for they had not eaten dinner. Except for Legolas who ate lembas from Mirkwood instead.
The twins found it relativly easy to get what they found. They galloped of into the night, taking the one ring with them.
A/N: Okay, I hope you like it. I took scenes from the movie, because it was a little bit shorter, and just so you know, I really do like Glorfindel, but he was just too perfect for the kitchen scene. Please review.
Jade Limill
by Jade Limill
Disclaimer: I own nothing except the plot. Please don't sue.
Chapter 1: A Very Windy Council
"Strangers from distant lands, friends of old," Elrond announced to the council. "You have been summoned here to answer the threat of Mordor. Middle-Earth stands on the brink of destruction. None can escape it. You will unite or you will fall. Each race is bound to this one fate, this one doom. Frodo, bring forth the ring." Frodo put it on the pedestal.
"It is a gift. A gift to the foes of Mordor! Let us use it against the enemy! For long has the steward of Gondor kept back the dar--" Bormir started as a loud sound was heard and a terrible stench emitted from Gandalf. Everyone covered their noses and ran from the room, except for Gandalf.
"Oh dear, too much of a good thing can be bad I've heard. Oh well," he said as he too ran for air.
"As I was saying, let us you the ring against the enemy. Let us use the dark lord's ring against him!" Boromir finished when the council had returned, with claener air at the moment.
"None can wield it! The ring answers to Sauron alone!" Aragorn replied to the stupid man who thought to use the ring.
"And what would a ranger know of these matters?" Boromir sneered.
"That is no mere ranger! That is Aragorn son of Arathorn, and you owe him your allegiance," Legolas stood up and said.
"Aragorn. This is Islidur's heir?" Boromir asked.
"And heir to the throne of Gondor," Legolas finished.
"Havo dad, Legolas," Aragorn said.
"Gondor has no king. Gondor needs no king," Bormir said as he sat down, and followed it by a belch. Everyone ran from his bad breath. "But I brushed my teeth just last month!" He protested.
"Aragorn is right. We cannot use it." Gandalf said simply.
"You have only one-- alright who farted this time?" Elrond asked, annoyed. Everyone parted around Gimli and Gloin.
"Oh, That's right! Blame the bloody dwarf! Always the bloody dwarf!" Gimli claimed innocence.
"That's it! We will adjurn until the morning. And no more farts!" Elrond announced.
"Elrohir! What are you doing? Don't go in there!" Elladan whispered loudly to his brother. "Glorfindel's cooking until the other guests go home."
"I'm getting supplies. I'm the one he likes better, remember? And we need them if we're to go through with this plan of yours!" Elrohir replied in a whisper.
"Okay, but be careful. Who knows what will happen if he catches you!" Elladan warned.
Elrohir made it to the pantry and collected lembas. Then he turned to the door.
"Oh, Elrohir! How nice to finally see you! Would you mind stirring these beans for me? I have to look for something else to cook, this is our last batch," Glorfindel requested as Elrohir stiired.
He suddenly had an idea about how to make his twin's plan work. He glanced at Glorfindel to make sre he didn't see,then picked up the sleeping draught that was setting the counter for Frodo, and poured some into the beans.
"Glorfindel, I hear Erestor calling me, gotta go!"Elrohir shouted as he ran out with the suplies.
"What were you doing in there?" Elladan asked as he ran to the stables with Elrohir.
"Glorfindel caught me. I drugged the beans. But I got the supplies," he explained.
"You drugged the beans? Good idea. We should wait until they all sleep to get it."
"I agree. Let's wait."
By dusk everyone except for Elrond, Erestor and the twins were passed out, for they had not eaten dinner. Except for Legolas who ate lembas from Mirkwood instead.
The twins found it relativly easy to get what they found. They galloped of into the night, taking the one ring with them.
A/N: Okay, I hope you like it. I took scenes from the movie, because it was a little bit shorter, and just so you know, I really do like Glorfindel, but he was just too perfect for the kitchen scene. Please review.
Jade Limill