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The Eye of Destiny
She was terribly confused now. What was going on? Just what was going to happen and why all of a sudden did she have the weak beginnings of this foresight? It was definitely a Jedi trait, but she felt it was much more than that. This world would have very little to do with her father, and she didn't need Gandalf to tell her that.
Frodo then focused his gaze on her. She smiled at him. "Hi, Frodo! I'm glad to see you're feeling better, that Wraith cut you pretty deep."
"Mister Frodo! Bless you, you're awake!" Sam said as he ran into the room and took Frodo's hand.
"Sam has hardly left your side," Gandalf informed them.
"We were that worried about you, weren't we Master Gandalf?" Sam asked excitedly. It was such a happy little reunion, and she looked over the balcony as Frodo and Sam went down to greet Merry and Pippin. She stepped back into the room, where Gandalf was still sitting.
"Do you know why I'm here, Gandalf?" she asked him.
He looked at her unsurely. "Surely you have a right to be here, my child. But why at this particular point in time, I cannot be sure. Something very important is about to take place on Middle-Earth, and I fear you may not be prepared for it."
"What does that mean? Does it have to do with that ring?"
He nodded.
"But what about it? It's just a little golden ring. How harmful can that be?"
He looked at her gravely. "It is the One Ring, my child. The Ring that will decide the fate of Middle-Earth, your home."
"My home?" she tried to dig deep into her memories. But she'd been moved around from place to place, everything seemed to blend together in her head. All the random faces she saw from her childhood she couldn't place with a name.
"This Ring was created by the Dark Lord Sauron, and was created so that he could have power over all of Middle-Earth."
"Okay, I'm following you so far."
"So if he finds that Ring, Middle-Earth is doomed and there will be darkness in every corner of the world. And you know as well as I, my Jedi child, that when one world falls, so do the rest of them."
He was right, and she had learned that very quickly in life. Never fail to come to another's aid, because if they fall, so will you eventually. That sparked her attention. "Gandalf, you're absolutely right. So what do I have to do in all of this?"
He furrowed his bushy eyebrows. "That's the part that makes your coming here so mysterious. Because my heart does not tell me that you will hinder us, yet I think the laws of Men may."
"Oh no, don't tell me that I'm in a time period where women are considered the weak ones?"
Gandalf nodded. She groaned. "Perfect. That's just what I need. Well, I'll just have to get a little one on one action with this Sauron guy," she bragged.
Gandalf shook his head. "I do not think you understand, Sauron is not a being. He was destroyed about 3,000 years ago in the Second Age, but the Ring was not. Therefore it has lain dormant, his powers growing and his armies coming together day after day. He is in no form you can just kill with a sword or arrow or spear. He takes the shape of a giant all- seeing eye."
"An eye? We're supposed to be scared of an eye? Dude, you're kidding me!"
Gandalf stood up. "I do not blame your ignorance, only because you have left this world against your will. But you must learn that you are not safe here, and the more your confidence in safety grows, the easier it will be for you to be consumed by the darkness."
She took a step back for a moment, as he exited the room. I think I've just been dissed by a wizard, she realized. Man, this Ring stuff was getting really morbid. Maybe she wasn't so disappointed that she was a woman and she wouldn't have to fight. But what would she do, stay here in Rivendell? She was bound to get bored with it someday.
Starting to get a headache, she looked out the window to the waterfalls which had captured her attention since she'd arrived.
Legolas and Elrond were still downstairs in the House. Legolas looked thoughtful, but then again he always did. Elves weren't shallow creatures, though they did speak very little.
"She has grown very beautiful over the years; she is beginning to resemble the Lady Arwen," Legolas informed Elrond.
Elrond sighed. "Yes. It is not much longer that I can keep her identity a secret, for the child is full of curiosity and also foresight. Before her stay on Middle-Earth is over, she's going to know that Arwen is her sister."
It did take a long time for all of them to decide whether or not she was even allowed at the council. And the only one willing to give her the slightest bit of information was Gandalf.
"So they have to have a meeting to decide if I can be at the meeting?" she asked him when he tried to explain it to her. He nodded.
"You're arrival here is so unexpected. It just gives us an entirely new set of problems that we do not have the time or effort to put forth."
"You don't have to put forth any effort. I promise I'll stop complaining about how much I miss my home."
"It has nothing to do with your home, I'm afraid. It's the fact that you are and have been hidden away since you were a child to avoid deadly confrontations. And now, it the midst of all the turmoil you have somehow found your way back to the very place you were hidden from."
"Well, then it must mean something. Don't you think it would be a good idea to know what's going on and at least have a clue about things?"
He nodded. "That's what I am trying to convince Lord Elrond of. Regardless of how you got here, you are here. And were you not to know about the Ring and its peril, you could find yourself in more danger than you can handle."
She rolled her eyes. "Unlikely."
It was eventually decided that Laura would be allowed to attend the council a couple of days later. She sat in a chair between Gandalf and Frodo. She knew that this all had something to do with that ring, and they were about to decide what would be done with it.
She looked around as everyone started to gather. Elrond sat at the head of the council, in red and off-white colored robes. Two Elves sat on either side of him, and she guessed these to be his sons. They had even darker hair than he had. The three of them looked so serious sitting there. Like they were deciding the fate of the world.
The Eye of Destiny
She was terribly confused now. What was going on? Just what was going to happen and why all of a sudden did she have the weak beginnings of this foresight? It was definitely a Jedi trait, but she felt it was much more than that. This world would have very little to do with her father, and she didn't need Gandalf to tell her that.
Frodo then focused his gaze on her. She smiled at him. "Hi, Frodo! I'm glad to see you're feeling better, that Wraith cut you pretty deep."
"Mister Frodo! Bless you, you're awake!" Sam said as he ran into the room and took Frodo's hand.
"Sam has hardly left your side," Gandalf informed them.
"We were that worried about you, weren't we Master Gandalf?" Sam asked excitedly. It was such a happy little reunion, and she looked over the balcony as Frodo and Sam went down to greet Merry and Pippin. She stepped back into the room, where Gandalf was still sitting.
"Do you know why I'm here, Gandalf?" she asked him.
He looked at her unsurely. "Surely you have a right to be here, my child. But why at this particular point in time, I cannot be sure. Something very important is about to take place on Middle-Earth, and I fear you may not be prepared for it."
"What does that mean? Does it have to do with that ring?"
He nodded.
"But what about it? It's just a little golden ring. How harmful can that be?"
He looked at her gravely. "It is the One Ring, my child. The Ring that will decide the fate of Middle-Earth, your home."
"My home?" she tried to dig deep into her memories. But she'd been moved around from place to place, everything seemed to blend together in her head. All the random faces she saw from her childhood she couldn't place with a name.
"This Ring was created by the Dark Lord Sauron, and was created so that he could have power over all of Middle-Earth."
"Okay, I'm following you so far."
"So if he finds that Ring, Middle-Earth is doomed and there will be darkness in every corner of the world. And you know as well as I, my Jedi child, that when one world falls, so do the rest of them."
He was right, and she had learned that very quickly in life. Never fail to come to another's aid, because if they fall, so will you eventually. That sparked her attention. "Gandalf, you're absolutely right. So what do I have to do in all of this?"
He furrowed his bushy eyebrows. "That's the part that makes your coming here so mysterious. Because my heart does not tell me that you will hinder us, yet I think the laws of Men may."
"Oh no, don't tell me that I'm in a time period where women are considered the weak ones?"
Gandalf nodded. She groaned. "Perfect. That's just what I need. Well, I'll just have to get a little one on one action with this Sauron guy," she bragged.
Gandalf shook his head. "I do not think you understand, Sauron is not a being. He was destroyed about 3,000 years ago in the Second Age, but the Ring was not. Therefore it has lain dormant, his powers growing and his armies coming together day after day. He is in no form you can just kill with a sword or arrow or spear. He takes the shape of a giant all- seeing eye."
"An eye? We're supposed to be scared of an eye? Dude, you're kidding me!"
Gandalf stood up. "I do not blame your ignorance, only because you have left this world against your will. But you must learn that you are not safe here, and the more your confidence in safety grows, the easier it will be for you to be consumed by the darkness."
She took a step back for a moment, as he exited the room. I think I've just been dissed by a wizard, she realized. Man, this Ring stuff was getting really morbid. Maybe she wasn't so disappointed that she was a woman and she wouldn't have to fight. But what would she do, stay here in Rivendell? She was bound to get bored with it someday.
Starting to get a headache, she looked out the window to the waterfalls which had captured her attention since she'd arrived.
Legolas and Elrond were still downstairs in the House. Legolas looked thoughtful, but then again he always did. Elves weren't shallow creatures, though they did speak very little.
"She has grown very beautiful over the years; she is beginning to resemble the Lady Arwen," Legolas informed Elrond.
Elrond sighed. "Yes. It is not much longer that I can keep her identity a secret, for the child is full of curiosity and also foresight. Before her stay on Middle-Earth is over, she's going to know that Arwen is her sister."
It did take a long time for all of them to decide whether or not she was even allowed at the council. And the only one willing to give her the slightest bit of information was Gandalf.
"So they have to have a meeting to decide if I can be at the meeting?" she asked him when he tried to explain it to her. He nodded.
"You're arrival here is so unexpected. It just gives us an entirely new set of problems that we do not have the time or effort to put forth."
"You don't have to put forth any effort. I promise I'll stop complaining about how much I miss my home."
"It has nothing to do with your home, I'm afraid. It's the fact that you are and have been hidden away since you were a child to avoid deadly confrontations. And now, it the midst of all the turmoil you have somehow found your way back to the very place you were hidden from."
"Well, then it must mean something. Don't you think it would be a good idea to know what's going on and at least have a clue about things?"
He nodded. "That's what I am trying to convince Lord Elrond of. Regardless of how you got here, you are here. And were you not to know about the Ring and its peril, you could find yourself in more danger than you can handle."
She rolled her eyes. "Unlikely."
It was eventually decided that Laura would be allowed to attend the council a couple of days later. She sat in a chair between Gandalf and Frodo. She knew that this all had something to do with that ring, and they were about to decide what would be done with it.
She looked around as everyone started to gather. Elrond sat at the head of the council, in red and off-white colored robes. Two Elves sat on either side of him, and she guessed these to be his sons. They had even darker hair than he had. The three of them looked so serious sitting there. Like they were deciding the fate of the world.