A/N: I hope you are enjoying it so far. Don't forget to R&R!
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"Strangers from distant lands . . . friends of old. You have been summoned to answer the threat of Mordor. Middle-Earth stands upon the brink of destruction. None can escape it. You will unite . . . or you will fall. Each race is bound to this fate . . . this one doom . . ." greets Elrond. The council was made up by the guests from last nights dinner. Except only one out of the four hobbits were present. "Bring forth the ring, Frodo."
The hobbit walks up to the pedestal and places a simple gold ring in the middle. The One Ring. He sits back down, looking very relieved.
"Alassiel," whispers the Ring. It is very much like a horcrux. It knew who I was. It holds the spirit of Sauron.
"So it is true," murmured a man with hair similar with Aragorn but blonde. He stands up, looking proud and important. "In a dream, I saw the eastern sky grow dark. But in the West a pale light lingered. A voice was crying: 'Your doom is near at hand.'" His hand starts reaching for the ring. "Isildur's bane is found. Isildur's bane."
"Boromir!" shouts my father.
"Ash nazg durbatulûk, ash nazg gimbatul, ash nazg thrakatulûk agh burzum-ishi krimpatul!" Gandalf chants. As he says this, the sky grows dark, the ground begins to shake. I wince at the evil tongue and Boromir returns to his seat.
"Never before has any voice uttered the words of that tongue her in Imladris," states Elrond.
"I do not ask your pardon, Master Elrond, for the Black Speech of Mordor may yet be heard in every corner of the west! The Ring is all together evil!" Gandalf declares.
Boromir stands up once more. I swear to God, he is so persistent. "It is a gift. A gift to the foes of Mordor." He starts pacing, glancing at the members of the Council. "Why not use this Ring? Long has my father, the Steward of Gondor, kept the forces of Mordor at bay. By the blood of our people are your lands kept safe! Give Gondor the weapon of the enemy. Let us use is against him!"
He is so dense. The Ring is evil; it will only answer its Master. I stood up. "I do not think any of us could use, no matter the strength and will you possess. The Ring will answer only to its Master. It should not be messed with."
"What does a woman know of this matter? You do not belong among the war-talk. This is for men!" Boromir counters.
"Where I have come from, war has just now ended. My friends and I were the ones who defeated the Dark Lord for seven years! I have hunted and have been hunted. I have been torture with magic with foul words carved into my arm because of my blood status! I have seen death my whole life. My friends have died! My professors have died! My parents are dead because of the bastard! Do not speak as if war is only for men." I sat back down.
"You are weak, women are weak," he smirks.
I stand up quickly and walk over to him and place my wand beneath his chin. "Say that again and say it to my face," I hissed.
"Women are weak!" he gritted.
My eyes flash and I step back but keep my wand on him. "Petrificus totalus! Wingardium leviosa! Rictusempra! Stupefy!" I glare at him.
"That's enough, Miss Granger!" Gandalf raises his hand.
"Finite incantatum!" He stops and drops to the floor. I walk over to him and smirked. He was stilled stunned. "Eneverate." His eyes open suddenly. I smirked. "So I hope this is a lesson for you, Boromir, son of Denethor." I walk back to my seat and sit down. I stare at the faces of the council, their mouths were hanging open. I chuckled as did Gandalf.
"Alassiel is right. We cannot wield it." Aragorn declares.
Boromir glances over at him. "And what would a ranger know of this matter?"
He is getting onto my nerves. I slap my forehead and held it there.
"This is no mere ranger!" Legolas had stood up. "He is Aragorn, son of Arathorn. You owe him your allegiance."
Boromir eyes widen. "Aragorn? Isildur's heir?"
"And heir to the throne of Gondor." At this, I raise my eyebrows. He was to be king?
"Havo dad, Legolas," Aragorn motions him to sit down.
"They are right. It cannot be used," says Gandalf.
"You have only one choice," Elrond says. "The Ring must be destroyed."
"What are we waiting for?" the red-haired dwarf picks up his axe. This is such a bad idea. I place a hand on my forehead. He strikes it only to be thrown back. His axe was shattered.
"The Ring cannot be destroyed, Gimli, son of Glóin, by any craft we here possess." Elrond smiles.
"It is like a horcrux," I murmured to myself.
"A horcrux?" Legolas frowns.
"You weren't supposed to hear that but . . . A horcrux is an object where a part of a person's soul is kept there. It will make the person immortal in some sort. They cannot die without the destruction of the objects. But not anything could destroy one. For example, the Dark Lord Voldemort split his soul into seven horcruxes. He made them by murdering an innocent person. To destroy one, we used a basilisk fang." There were many confused looks. "A basilisk is called the King of Serpents. It is from a chicken egg that has been hatched under a toad. They eyes are murderous and their venom is strong enough to destroy them."
"It is yes, very much like a horcrux. But the Ring was made in the fires of Mount Doom. Only then can it be unmade. It must be taken deep into Mordor and cast back into the fiery chasms from whence it came," replied Elrond. "One of you must do this."
There was an uncomfortable silence. I could hear the sound of the river nearby.
"One does not simply walk into Mordor. Its black gates are guarded by more than just Orcs. There is evil there that does not sleep. And the great Eye ever watchful. It is a barren wasteland. Riddled with fire and ash and dust. The very air you breathe is a poisonous fume. Not with ten thousand men could you do this. It is folly!" Boromir retorted.
"You are right. Ten thousand men would be folly!" Boromir looked shocked. "If we go in few numbers, there is a chance of Sauron not noticing us." I countered.
"It is a suicide mission," Boromir rubs his eyes.
Legolas stands abruptly. "Have you heard nothing of what Lord Elrond has said? The Ring must be destroyed!"
"And I suppose you think you're the one to do it?!" cries Gimli, leaping onto his feet.
"And if we fail, what then?! What happens when Sauron takes back what is his?!" Boromir rose from his chair.
"I will be dead before I see the Ring in the hands of an Elf!" Gimli bellowed. They begin to argue. The racket they're making is loud. All their dignity forgotten. "Never trust an Elf!" Gimli shouts again. I rub my head. I noticed Gandalf had made his way over to the argument.
"Sonorous," I whispered. "SILENCE!" The sound was deafening. They all look up at me in what seems like anger and fear. I smirked. "SIT DOWN!" Everyone cautiously sits back into their chairs. "Quietus," I mumbled.
"I suppose you will take it?!" Boromir yelled.
"It is not my burden to take. And it seems here, that Master Gimli does not approve of an Elf taking it," I chuckled. Gimli starts blushing and mumbling. I only smile.
"I will take it. I will take the Ring to Mordor. Though I do not know the way," says Frodo. It was the first time he had spoken during the meeting.
Gandalf smiles at him. "I will help you bear this burden, Frodo Baggins, as long as it is yours to bear." He walks over to Frodo and places a hand on his shoulder.
"If by my life or death, I can protect you, I will," Aragorn kneels. "You have my sword."
I too approach Frodo and crouch down to his level. "I have seen war to last for a lifetime but it cannot hurt to see another. You have my wand."
"This is no place for a women," rises Boromir.
"Would you like a repeat performance on what I did earlier, Master Boromir?" I smirked. He glared at me but sat down.
"You have my bow," Legolas says as he walks over to Frodo.
"And my axe!" cries Gimli. He stands next to Legolas and smiles at him. He glares back.
"You carry the fate of us all little one. If this is indeed the will of the Council, then Gondor will see it done," spoke Boromir. He glares at me while I only smiled sweetly back.
"Heh!" a plump hobbit jumps out of the bushes and stands next to Frodo. "Mister Frodo isn't goin' anywhere without me." He crosses his arms.
I watch as Ada breaks into a wide smile. "No indeed, it is hardly possible to separate you even when he is summoned to a secret council and you are not."
Two more hobbits appeared and ran towards us. "Wait we're coming too!"
The blonde one continued to speak. "You'd have to send us home tied in a sack to stop us!"
The hobbit, a mousy brown-haired one looked proud, "Anyway you need people of intelligence on this sort of mission, quest . . . thing."
The blonde stared at him, "Well that rules you out, Pip." Pip nods his head then frowns. I chuckle.
"Ten companions . . . so be it! You shall be the Fellowship of the Ring!" Elrond voiced.
"Great! Where are we going?" asked Pippin. We all stare at him in disbelief.
"Well Pip, we are going to Mordor," I told him.
"Mordor?"
"Yes, the Ring will be destroyed there."
"You will have one week before you need to leave," presumed Elrond.
