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The Lost Spell
Cethebra smiled at Aithril. "You scared me!" she scolded. "I thought you were in real troub..... le...." she ended slowly, seeing the Fellowship spread around Aithril's living room. "Who are they?"
Aithril laughed. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you!" "Go on, tell me!" "They're from- this book." She held it up. Cethebra's brows furrowed in concentration. "That book?" she repeated. "Indeed?" She turned to Gandalf. "Then you must be Gandalf the Grey, Mithrandir to the elves, or the Grey Wanderer." Gandalf's eyebrows rose to the bottom of his forehead in bewilderment. The woman laughed suddenly, for she had just re-read the book and was amazed. "Frodo Baggins, Ring- Bearer... and you must be his faithful companion, Samwise Gamgee. And Pippin Took! Meriadoc Brandybuck! A pleasure to meet you in the real world. Along with you, Gimli, son of Gloin, and Legolas Greenleaf. Long have I admired your bow. Boromir, son of Gondor! May the White City never fall." Cethebra paused here, studying Aragorn's face long and hard. "Aragorn, son of Arathorn, Strider, the Dunadan. You are safe here. No longer does the average man, nor woman, carry a sword - or bow." she added, glancing to Legolas. Aragorn withdrew his hand from the swordhilt where it had been resting uneasily. "Lady, is there a way to get us back to our own world? In our time? Where we were?" he asked quietly.
"There is." she answered, turning to Gandalf. "I will need your help, Mithrandir."
The wizard nodded his head. "I will help."
Aithril was rummaging through Cethebra's bag. "Have you brought everything you need?" she asked her friend.
"I have!" Cethebra smiled as Aithril shook her head in admiration. "I don't know how you do that......" the red-haired elf muttered, grinning.
Cethebra took a book from the bag and peeled it open carefully. A musty smell rose from it's stained pages, as if it was not often used. "I'll have the spell in a moment." she told the Fellowship.
*Ten minutes later*
"Come now, you can't have disappeared into thin air!" Cethebra murmured half to herself, half to her restless audience. Pippin yawned loudly.
*Half an hour later*
Pippin, Merry, and Frodo were snoring audibly. Sam was watching his master sleep, but soon wore an expression of bliss as he passed into a dream. Boromir was glancing around the room.
*One minute later*
"Eureka!" Cethebra cried, pointing excitedly to a paragraph. Merry woke up. "Who?" he asked sleepily. "Never mind!" she said hurridly, and beckoned Gandalf over. He studied the page with her and she answered some of his questions. "So I will need to borrow some of your power," Cethebra ended, and Gandalf nodded.
"Cethebra," said Aithril hesitantly, then more firmly. "Cethebra!" The witch looked up. "Yes?" "I want to travel with them!"
The Lost Spell
Cethebra smiled at Aithril. "You scared me!" she scolded. "I thought you were in real troub..... le...." she ended slowly, seeing the Fellowship spread around Aithril's living room. "Who are they?"
Aithril laughed. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you!" "Go on, tell me!" "They're from- this book." She held it up. Cethebra's brows furrowed in concentration. "That book?" she repeated. "Indeed?" She turned to Gandalf. "Then you must be Gandalf the Grey, Mithrandir to the elves, or the Grey Wanderer." Gandalf's eyebrows rose to the bottom of his forehead in bewilderment. The woman laughed suddenly, for she had just re-read the book and was amazed. "Frodo Baggins, Ring- Bearer... and you must be his faithful companion, Samwise Gamgee. And Pippin Took! Meriadoc Brandybuck! A pleasure to meet you in the real world. Along with you, Gimli, son of Gloin, and Legolas Greenleaf. Long have I admired your bow. Boromir, son of Gondor! May the White City never fall." Cethebra paused here, studying Aragorn's face long and hard. "Aragorn, son of Arathorn, Strider, the Dunadan. You are safe here. No longer does the average man, nor woman, carry a sword - or bow." she added, glancing to Legolas. Aragorn withdrew his hand from the swordhilt where it had been resting uneasily. "Lady, is there a way to get us back to our own world? In our time? Where we were?" he asked quietly.
"There is." she answered, turning to Gandalf. "I will need your help, Mithrandir."
The wizard nodded his head. "I will help."
Aithril was rummaging through Cethebra's bag. "Have you brought everything you need?" she asked her friend.
"I have!" Cethebra smiled as Aithril shook her head in admiration. "I don't know how you do that......" the red-haired elf muttered, grinning.
Cethebra took a book from the bag and peeled it open carefully. A musty smell rose from it's stained pages, as if it was not often used. "I'll have the spell in a moment." she told the Fellowship.
*Ten minutes later*
"Come now, you can't have disappeared into thin air!" Cethebra murmured half to herself, half to her restless audience. Pippin yawned loudly.
*Half an hour later*
Pippin, Merry, and Frodo were snoring audibly. Sam was watching his master sleep, but soon wore an expression of bliss as he passed into a dream. Boromir was glancing around the room.
*One minute later*
"Eureka!" Cethebra cried, pointing excitedly to a paragraph. Merry woke up. "Who?" he asked sleepily. "Never mind!" she said hurridly, and beckoned Gandalf over. He studied the page with her and she answered some of his questions. "So I will need to borrow some of your power," Cethebra ended, and Gandalf nodded.
"Cethebra," said Aithril hesitantly, then more firmly. "Cethebra!" The witch looked up. "Yes?" "I want to travel with them!"