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Adm. Bones: So sorry, but if Obi-Wan couldn't save Gandalf...well...the idea is to remain true to the story UNTIL it is time for our great Jedi to hit the grand slam that wins the game ;-P...glad to see you back!

Sabra Jaguar: Thank you very much! Actually, when I wrote the comparison Obi-Wan makes 'tween Dooku and Saruman, I just had to laugh! I just think it's impossible not to acknowledge the brilliant work of the great Christopher Lee. Will they meet somewhere down the road? I'll leave that up to you. I have a long version and a short one. If people want to see the long ver., then yes; they do meet and in a most surprising way, I might add. But if people prefer the short ver. then I'm afraid Saruman will die as he did in ROTK ext. ed. So it's entirely up to you, my faithful readers!

Lunatic Pandora: Yay indeed! You didn't actually think Obi-Wan wouldn't be able to fix his lightsaber, did you? Why, a Jedi w/o a laser sword is like a burger with no fries! lol! Thanks for reviewing!

DMitchell: Thank you very much for your words...Very encouraging:-)...OK, a couple of things: the story's finished, I'm just translating (my native tongue is Spanish and it was written in Spanish) and revising. But I promise it WILL be completed! I also update regularly, so keep coming back and you'll get a new chapter daily, all things permiting. The rest of the Galaxy? Remember, Obi-Wan's stranded. Will he be able to fix his ship? Hang on to your seat and you'll see! ;-D

Kosjenka: Thanks! I appreciate the encouragement..and here it is: another chptr...last of the first part of LOTR. Hope you enjoy it!

Larry: Welcome back, my friend and thanks for your kind words!!!

Kyer: LOL! Vader's in for a big, big surprise, yep! DEFINITELY!

Wow! That was long! I hope I didn't forget about anyone...now, back to the Middle-Earth...

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X I I I

The Breaking Of The Fellowship

The moment Obi-Wan arrived to the spot where the Force guided him, he found Boromir lying flat on the ground and sobbing inconsolably. The Jedi Master leaned down and grabbed the devastated warrior from Gondor by the collar of his Elven cloak.

"Where's Frodo?" Demanded the Jedi Master. "Answer me!"

A trembling Boromir looked wildly around, his eyes blood-shot, his handsome face contorted with grief. Finally, he pointed in the direction of the ancient ruins of Amon Hen, over the mount of Parth Galen.

"I-I did not mean to do this!" Stuttered the otherwise proud warrior, his remorse more than evident. "Something took hold of me…I-I am so sorry!"

"I understand, Boromir." Muttered Obi-Wan in sympathy, as he remembered Gandalf's warning in Rivendell; the mightiest and the proudest could easily fall prey of the ring's seductive power. It was not to be underestimated by any means. "Go back to the camp. I'll bring Frodo back."

"Curse me!" Cried the man from Gondor, slowly getting back up. "Curse me! For I have failed you all!"

Ignoring his cries, Obi-Wan let go of the abated Boromir and closed his eyes, concentrating hard like he had done back at the Prancing Pony. He finally sensed Frodo's frightened presence; the Hobbit had climbed to the top of the ancient fortress of Amon Hen and hidden behind a thick and ruinous pillar, his mind paralyzed by that fear Obi-Wan had come to know so well by now. For there was the huge, lidless Eye of fire, staring defiantly at the helpless bearer of his precious ring. Only this time, Obi-Wan could also see the impossibly tall, black tower upon which the Eye stood mighty and invincible; the Barad-Dûr, Sauron's invulnerable fortress in the black land of Mordor.

Suddenly, Obi-Wan sensed a booming, mocking laughter echoing in his mind and then the frightening Eye disappeared abruptly; Frodo had taken the ring off. Boromir was gone but the Jedi Master couldn't care less as he broke into a run and headed uphill.

"Frodo!" Yelled the Jedi Master at the top of his lungs as he reached the ruins, but obtained no response. He looked up and all around, sensing the presence of the Ringbearer nearby.

And there he was!

The small Hobbit had fallen hard on his back from the top of Amon Hen and now he was lying on the ground, shaking uncontrollably and unable to move. Obi-Wan approached him slowly and cautiously but as soon as Frodo spotted him, he just sprang to his feet and began to desperately back away from the Jedi Master.

"Stay away from me!" Warned Frodo.

The Jedi Master just stood still, looking deep into Frodo's wide eyes.

"Frodo, we must go back." Obi-Wan said as calmly as he could so as not to upset the already panicking Hobbit. "I know what Boromir did to you. We must head back to the camp. It's not safe for you out here."

"No!" Cried Frodo. "You want It too! I don't care where you've come from…you're still a Man! You will also turn on me and try to keep It for yourself!"

"The ring?" Said Obi-Wan, carefully taking a couple of steps back. Frodo was clearly on edge and it would be most dangerous for both of them if he kept coming closer. "Didn't you hear what I said during Elrond's council? I don't need this ring to dominate, Frodo…I know the temptations of the Dark Side and those lie deep within me."

"I must leave…" Frodo said in an almost inaudible whisper, walking away from Obi-Wan as if he was drunk. "I must do this alone."

"Kenobi…" said a haunting voice in Obi-Wan's mind, "Powerful Lord of the Stars…"

But, where did it come from?

As he closed his eyes, Obi-Wan realized it. The voice had come from Frodo's pocket.

The ring was calling out to him!

Incredibly, the voice went on. Telling the Jedi Master that with their combined strength he could become the Master of Middle-Earth. He could even overthrow the Dark Lord Sauron himself.

The Jedi Master shook his head slowly and smiled weakly as he brushed the thought away, coming back to his senses. He had resisted Dooku's pleads in Geonosis he would resist the Ring of Power of the Middle-Earth. It was just as the Lady Galadriel had foreseen; he had face the test and pass it. The Jedi Master looked down to Frodo, who now was just standing there, hesitant, undecided.

"Put the ring on the ground, Frodo." Instructed the Jedi Master, fingering the ignition button on his lightsaber. "Let's get rid of it once and for all."

The Hobbit's eyes went wide again as he stared in disbelief at a determined Obi-Wan.

"No!" yelled Frodo with amazing conviction, his face twisting into a fit of rage. "You cannot do this, Obi-Wan! The Ring is my burden! Mine! My own!"

As if walking from a daydream, Obi-Wan gathered himself quickly and activated his blade, the ground upon which he stood began trembling and quivering. Meanwhile, Frodo looked down to his belt and noticed that Sting was shinning as blue as the sky. Suddenly, terrifying, guttural growls filled the air.

Obi-Wan turned around to see a numerous legion of huge, muscular, grotesque Orcs rushing in their direction and approaching fast. Instinctively, the Jedi Master walked into the fields and bent low into a crouch, his right hand firmly grasping his laser sword.

"Go Frodo!" Commanded the Jedi Master. "Go back to the camp and warn the others!"

The small humanoid complied and began to race back downhill as the giant Orcs stopped and surrounded the Jedi Master, their big, yellow eyes glued to the incandescent laser blade. At first, they hesitated, for they had never seen such a weapon before. They wondered what kind of wizardry this was and they wondered just how they could counter it.

But the Uruk-hai, the monstrous creatures created by Sauron and his puppet, Saruman, were not meant to fear. They were meant for one single purpose: to destroy the world of Men and here, before them was a Man. Sorcerer or no, their instincts just screamed at them and they lunged forward, hurling ferocious war cries at their opponent. Obi-Wan raised his left hand above his head, defiantly inviting his intimidating enemies to fight him.

The first gigantic Uruk charged Obi-Wan furiously, his sharp scimitar raised high in the air. He was no match. The Jedi Master struck back as quick as lightning and the huge humanoid fell dead on the ground, his scimitar broken in two by the bright laser blade and his thick, metal armor smoldering at the chest. Ten more monstrosities fell on Obi-Wan as a pack of hungry predators, but the Jedi Master summoned his considerable power in the Force and a furious and invisible telekinetic wind lifted them high in the air. They all fell into a hurting, confused pile.

Several of the evil warriors broke from the main group and began running down the hill. Immediately realizing what the Uruk-hai were really after, Obi-Wan followed his instincts and began to run back to the shore, getting there just in time.

"Let him go, you brutes!" Demanded a desperate Sam, captured by the ferocious Uruk-hai, along with his master.

The brave Hobbit kept pounding the armored chest of his captor with his small hands but the giant Uruk didn't even flinch. Instead, the three Uruk-hai that surrounded the two giants who carried Sam and Frodo in their arms burst out in laughter, apparently most pleased at succeeding in capturing their prey.

"You heard him." Said Obi-Wan. The five monsters immediately turned to face him. "He told you to let them go."

Before any of the Uruk-hai could react, Obi-Wan somersaulted high in the air in the direction of the warrior who carried Sam, severing his lone, free arm in one electrifying and accurate swing. The grotesque giant howled in pain, fell on his knees and let go of his prisoner at once. Sam rushed for the banks of the river and hid behind one of the boats. The Uruk who carried Frodo hesitated briefly before turning on his heels and heading back up the hill, running away as fast as he could. His three remaining companions stood right in front of Obi-Wan, trying to cut him off.

The Jedi Master spun on his heels and used a swift backhand move, easily penetrating the thick steel armor of the first of his opponents with his blade, charring his heart instantly. The Jedi Master spun again and leapt high in the air, falling cleanly behind the back of his second attacker. In a matter of seconds, the body of the huge Uruk was lying lifeless on the soft, wet grass. The third Uruk-hai turned around as the fourth finally recovered and both ran back from where they had come. There was no point in facing this mighty foe, but it was imperative to make sure they delivered the captured Hobbits to their master.

Enhancing his speed with the Force, Obi-Wan went back up the hill and as he reentered the woods, he realized that most of the fighting had concentrated in another direction. The Horn of Gondor, which Boromir had carried around his chest throughout the whole ordeal, began to blow repeatedly somewhere in the distance; enemy warriors had certainly centered their attention around the man from Gondor. Nevertheless, Obi-Wan was forced to ignore it; Frodo had to be rescued at all costs and there was no time for further contemplations.

Forced to shut his heart to Boromir's desperate call for help, he finally caught up with the monster that held Frodo in his huge arms. The moment he heard the footsteps of the Jedi Master closing in on him, the savage Uruk-hai stopped and turned, sending a mocking look Obi-Wan's way and drawing a sharp knife that he pressed violently against Frodo's neck.

"Stay right were you are, you miserable sorcerer!" Roared the Uruk in a booming, guttural voice. "If you dare come any closer I will gut the Halfling and eat his innards before your own eyes!"

"I don't think so." Replied a serene Obi-Wan. "You don't want to fight me."

The Uruk-hai started cackling loudly as Obi-Wan deactivated his lightsaber and placed it back on his belt, replacing it with Gloérach instead.

"See?" Said the Jedi Master. "Now we're in equal conditions. Let go of the Halfling and pick on someone your own size. Your move."

The Uruk seemed confused for a second, but he quickly shook his head and raised his eyes to the sky, bursting out in mocking laughter yet again.

Big mistake.

At the exact moment, Obi-Wan hurled Gloérach and propelled it with the Force striking the distracted Uruk-hai's belly, barely centimeters away from Frodo's left leg. The monster growled and fell on his knees grabbing his stomach as Frodo came free of his hold and raced back for the shore with Obi-Wan right on his heels.

The Jedi Master came to realize that there was no sign of their attackers. It was clear that the battle had centered round Boromir and his loud horn. There was no sign of any other member of the Company either and there was no time to lose. The call of the Horn of Gondor began to cease gradually, but the most important thing at the moment was making sure to keep Frodo safe.

"Let's go!" Ordered Obi-Wan hurriedly, taking a startled Frodo by the waist and putting the Hobbit over his right shoulder, running at full speed towards the docked boats.

"Let me go, Obi-Wan!" Yelled Frodo over and over again as he shook wildly, trying to set free. "You must let me go!"

"We've no time to discuss this, Frodo." Replied the Jedi Master in a no-nonsense tone. "This is not a committee!"

As they reached the shore, Sam looked up at them and began to frantically wave his arms over his head.

"Mr. Frodo, Mr. Obi-Wan!" Cried out the chubby Hobbit. "This way!"

"Get your things and hurry back, Sam!" Ordered Obi-Wan while he put Frodo down inside one of the boats. "We're getting the blazes out of here!"

"Obi-Wan, no!" Insisted Frodo all of a sudden. "I shall go to Mordor alone!"

Sam rushed to one of the other boats, picked up his and Frodo's possessions and ran quickly back to the boat where Obi-Wan and the Ringbearer waited anxiously for him.

"I'm not asking for your opinion, Frodo!" Replied Obi-Wan decidedly. "We have no choice. Come on Sam, hurry!"

Frodo's loyal servant threw the backpacks at Obi-Wan and dove for the boat. Immediately, the Jedi Master raised his right hand and Force-pushed the boat back into the river. Then he began to row at full speed, headed for the opposite end of the Anduin. There was no sign of the Company or the imposing Uruk-hai that had ambushed them.

"Do you not understand, Obi-Wan?" Asked Frodo wildly as the boat began to approach the shore. "The Ring will destroy us all!"

But the Jedi Master ignored the Hobbits' insistent protests as he docked the boat on the riverbank. There seemed to be no apparent danger in sight, though Obi-Wan did sense a small disturbance in the Force; Merry and Pippin were in deep pain and suffering and Boromir was gone. His presence no longer felt in the Living Force. Without a word, he disembarked followed closely by the Hobbits, when all of a sudden and without warning Frodo broke into a wild run into the woods.

"Mr. Frodo wait!" Exclaimed Sam, running after his beloved master.

Obi-Wan imitated Sam and ran after the desperate Frodo. He was able to catch up to the Hobbit and as he did, Obi-Wan stood right in front of him. Sam joined them shortly and stood right behind Frodo, cutting him off.

Defeated, Frodo just sighed deeply and let himself fall on the soft grass. Obi-Wan and Sam sat at his sides, both looking intently at the Ringbearer, who just sat there on the grass looking far into the horizon, unable to speak for a long while. Finally, Frodo looked at both his friends with unabashed sorrow.

"I'm going to Mordor alone." Insisted the Hobbit once more.

"Of course you are!" Said Sam. "And I'm coming with you."

"Well, aren't you stubborn my friend?" Said Obi-Wan, leaning heavily against the grass.

"I made a promise, Mr. Frodo," murmured Sam with tears in his eyes, " 'don't you let him out of your sight, Samwise Gamgee!' I was told. And I don't mean to, Mr. Frodo…I don't mean to!"

Frodo just took another deep breath but decided to remain silent. Slowly, tears began running down his cheeks.

"I have no intentions of taking the ring, Frodo." Muttered Obi-Wan softly. "But just like Sam, I promised I would look after you till the end of your quest and Jedi never break their promises."

Frodo turned and looked at Obi-Wan, nodding slowly. Then he looked at Sam and a smile began forming in his lips.

"My dear Sam!" cried Frodo, holding his faithful servant in a tight and spontaneous embrace. "I may be stubborn, but you are definitely far worse than me!"

Then, the Ringbearer turned back to look at the Jedi Master and smiled warmly at him, placing his small, trembling right hand on Obi-Wan's shoulder.

"I miss Gandalf terribly." Mused Frodo. "But I believe that if he were here now, he would approve of your decision, Obi-Wan. I'm certain this is what he, himself, would've chosen to do."

Obi-Wan just smiled back at Frodo and nodded his agreement and then they all stood slowly back up.

"But I still have to ask…" said Frodo as they started walking into the wilderness.

"Yes?" Said Obi-Wan.

"You don't really know the Middle-Earth, Obi-Wan," stated the Hobbit. "And we certainly do not know the way to Mordor…how will we get there?"

"Oh, don't worry about that, Frodo." Replied a smiling Obi-Wan "The Force will guide us."

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A/N: The Fellowship of the Ring is broken. The Two Towers loom large in the horizon. Now, I had a long, heated debate w/myself trying to figure out which way would Obi-Wan go...with the Hobbits or with Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli. I just decided his abilities would suit the Hobbits best as NOW, he takes on a leading role...Wait till you see what Obi-Wan has in store for that gurgling, sneaky, treacherous, squizo Gollum!