Sokka

Sokka woke to the sound of people chatting. He got up briskly and looked out the window. Crowds of people gathered in a circular courtyard. Strange looking people of all shapes and sizes sat down all facing an empty pedestal. Sokka glanced at the quizzically.

Some had pointed ears, some had big feet, some were very short, some had long beards, and some were just ordinary dudes.

Then the brown haired man who had spoken to him earlier began to speak. Sokka listened in. He started talking about a ring. An evil ring of great power that is the key to ending a war. A small man with curly hair and large feet walked up to the pedestal and set down the one ring. Sokka gasped, it was the one ring.

One of the small men with beards took his ax and tried to destroy the ring but then his ax broke into a million pieces. If only Aang could use his avatar fury on that ring. "Oh my Spirits! where is Aang? and everyone!" Sokka quickly got dressed and gathered his weapons. He had to find them.

But wait. What about the ring. This world has suffered war for too long, he has to help end it. He thought of his mom and dad. Loosing them both to war. How could he put the people of this land through the same thing. He had to stay and fight it was the right thing to do.

"and my ax." said the short bearded man.

"And my Boomerang," said Sokka stepping forward through the crowd.

"You are still not well," warned the brown haired man.

"I am well enough to know the struggles of war. I lost so much to the war and I am prepared to help fight back."

"You cannot let him go, he is too young," said a man.

"I have fought many battles and seen more than you think I've seen. I was born into war."

"Very well then."

Soon three hobbits joined along and together we formed the fellowship of the ring. It felt good to be part of something bigger than yourself. But that only made him miss Team Avatar much more.

They began to pack for their long journey ahead. Sokka filled his bag with lots of food and blankets.

He pulled out his sword. He remembered how happy he was when Suki found his space sword. He missed her so much.

"That is a fine blade," a man said. "What is your name young warrior?"

"Sokka," he said shaking his hand "and I made it myself."

"That's impressive, I wish I could say the same." he took a breath, "Where are your parents? wouldn't they be worried?"

"My father knows what I'm capable of and my mother died in a fire n...in a fire. You see...they came... and my father was fighting them while I hid and my sister came up and told him that someone was in out house, and then my father hurried home only to find her dead."

"I'm sorry. It must be traumatizing to loose so much at a young age."

"What about you? What's your name?"

"My name is Aragorn. I've seen many battles, too many I care to remember." and just like that he walked off.

They set out from rivendell to make their way across rocky planes. Sokka eagerly followed along. They had been traveling for a whole day now and the sun was setting. But then his instincts told him something. That someone was hiding.

Sokka stepped out and pulled out his dagger " , Someone's here." He walked toward a rock and then all of a sudden a figure wearing red carrying two swords jumped out at him. Sokka blocked his attack.

"Sokka?" the figure asked.

"Zuko?" sokka exclaimed, "Spirits! What are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same thing."

"I thought I was alone. Thanks for being here buddy."

"I try," Zuko paused "I see you've made some new friends."

"Oh right, ummmm everybody this is Zuko. We go way back. Zuko this is Gandalf, Frodo, Merry, Pippin, Sam, Gimli, Legolas, Boromir, and Aragorn."

Everybody just awkwardly stared.

"Well this is nice," Zuko said.

"We should probably set up camp," Sokka said.

Everyone seemed to agree.

"I'll get a fire going," said Zuko.

"WAIT!" Sokka exclaimed. "I'll get a fire going."

"What are you talking about? I can do it!"

"No. I actually think that..."

"JUST LET ME START THE FIRE!" Zuko exclaimed. Everyone looked at them.

"Zuko, can I talk to you for just a second."

Zuko shrugged. Sokka pulled him to the side.

"We can't let them know about bending. I know what these people live in fear of. This could confuse them. You have to play it straight from now on. You're just an ordinary guy in this ordinary world. Got it."

Zuko understood and nodded. He walked back to the camp "Sokka's starting the fire," he mumbled.

"Oh great! Now I have to start the fire, you can start the fire as long as you..."

"What?"

"I said that you can..."

"Don't argue with me Sokka."

"All I'm trying to say is..."

"I'll start the fire!" exclaimed Sam.

"Thanks, Sam." Sokka mumbled.

The fellowship was baffled by their strange behavior. Gandalf approached Aragorn, Legolas, and Boromir. "There's something strange about them."

"I can feel it too," said Legolas.

"I don't trust either of them," said Boromir.

"Sokka is fine. I've talked to him, he's just an ordinary boy trying to find his way in this world. I'm not sure about Zuko. But if Sokka knows him then I trust him."

"The boys scar. How do you think he got it?" Boromir asked.

"I don't know," said Legolas.

"He's probably another child of war. Wounded by Orcs." said Aragorn.

"No orc, can make a scar like that," said Gandalf.