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Fellowship
Across from her, Strider sat calmly. He looked tired, as usual. She hadn't spoken to him since Frodo had been injured, and wondered now if he was all right. She immediately stopped herself. She couldn't let herself get attached to anyone, she didn't know how long or short her stay would be. Although she did hate to admit to herself that she loved the Hobbits and Gandalf. Strider was a pretty cool guy, too.
Her thoughts were interrupted by several Elves arriving and taking their seats in the council. They were all dressed in brown and gray robes and sat next to the men of Gondor.
She took in a quick breath. Who was that hottie among them!? She'd seen him at a glance when she had run up the stairs in the House to check on Frodo. Long blond hair, blue eyes, pointed ears. He was wrapped in a brownish shawl and looked very serious. She held her hand to her chest, feeling her heart beat a little faster. She took it away when she felt Frodo looking at her funny. She hoped there would be a few more hours until this meeting got under way so that she could just stare at his beautiful face.
Elrond cleared his throat, and she grudgingly focused on him. He first did his whole "lend me your ears" speech, something was wrong, blah blah, "Frodo, bring forth the Ring."
She watched as Frodo placed the little gold ring on the stone podium in the center of all the chairs. Everyone gasped and began murmuring saying things like "So it is true."
She looked around, puzzled. It was a ring! It must be a slow day in Middle-earth, she thought to herself. Then she looked at it and shuddered. She got some really bad vibes from that ring. Wait, it was a ring. No, it was THE ring, Gandalf had informed her. Still, she was skeptical.
All of a sudden, Boromir, the man she'd greeted from Gondor stood up. He looked like he'd just seen a pile of gold and was reaching for it. As he talked about his dream and kings and coming from directions, he reached greedily for the little ring.
Gandalf stood up abruptly, causing Laura to jump in her chair. He slammed his staff down on the ground as Elrond stood up. He began chanting this language that just sounded dark and evil. Everything got darker as if a thick storm cloud were blanketing the mountains. She looked over at Legolas. He looked like he was in pain hearing Gandalf speak. The man shrank and swiftly made his way back to his chair.
Laura was definitely awake after that. What had that horrible language been?
Elrond looked stressed out. "Never before has the Black Speech been uttered in Imladris," he said shakily.
Gandalf did not take his seat, but told Elrond about how he didn't apologize because it would soon be heard in every corner and region, and that the Ring was altogether evil, and took his seat. He looked very upset.
Again the man stood up and began explaining to the council how the ring could be used against this evil. "Give Gondor the weapon of the enemy," he said, and then gave them all a lecture about how "long have my people kept your people safe" and Laura was listening intently to try and learn everything she could. Boromir was definitely taken by that ring. Then Strider spoke up.
"You cannot wield it. The Ring answers to Sauron and Sauron alone, it has no other master," he reasoned.
The man turned and looked menacingly at him. Laura could feel the flames shooting from his eyes to Strider's. "And what..." he said slowly, "would a mere ranger know of this?"
The hot elf stood up and she sighed. "That is no mere ranger," he said testily. "He is Aragorn, son of Arathron," he said while rolling his r's. He was so sexy.
The man now looked a bit threatened. "Aragorn? This is Aragorn?"
Aragorn was his real name? She looked carefully at him.
"An heir to the throne," the Elf continued. "You owe him your legions."
Aragorn said "Sit down, Legolas," in Elvish and the two sat down. Elrond continued as if he'd been talking the whole time. What the whole speech finally ended up being was the fact that someone had to take the Ring back into Mordor. And from what she knew, Mordor meant death. So this wasn't going to be pleasant.
Before she could finish putting the whole story together in her head, arguments began to break out among the council about who would and wouldn't take the ring. It seemed that the only ones not fighting were Aragorn, Frodo, Elrond, and herself.
She looked curiously at Frodo, who seemed transfixed on the Ring in the center. He got up, not taking his eyes off the Ring, and took it. He looked toward the fighting council.
"I will take it!" he tried to shout over them. None heard him.
"I will take the Ring!" Beginning with Gandalf, everyone slowly stopped speaking and turned towards him. All eyes were on the Hobbit, as he glanced around nervously.
"I will take the Ring to Mordor. Though...though I do not know the way," he said quietly.
Laura's mouth dropped open. From what they had just spent the last couple hours saying, this Mordor was a place of unlivable conditions. This little guy had a rough time ahead of him. Was he going alone?
"Whoa," she said, thoroughly impressed.
Gandalf stepped beside Frodo and put a hand on his shoulder. "I will help you bear this burden, Frodo Baggins. So long as it is yours to bear." He then looked back at her and signaled for her to come forward. She did hesitantly.
"I also think, Lord Elrond, that it would be wise to take the child along as we had discussed. She would be much safer in my hands than staying behind in Rivendell before your people abandon these shores for Valinor."
Elrond nodded, and the rest couldn't seem to find anything wrong with this logic. Aragorn stepped forward and knelt in front of Frodo.
"If by my life or death I can protect you, I will. You have my sword," he said smoothly.
"And you have my bow," hottie Elf piped up. He eagerly stood next to Aragorn. Or maybe it was just that Elves were always that joyous.
Fellowship
Across from her, Strider sat calmly. He looked tired, as usual. She hadn't spoken to him since Frodo had been injured, and wondered now if he was all right. She immediately stopped herself. She couldn't let herself get attached to anyone, she didn't know how long or short her stay would be. Although she did hate to admit to herself that she loved the Hobbits and Gandalf. Strider was a pretty cool guy, too.
Her thoughts were interrupted by several Elves arriving and taking their seats in the council. They were all dressed in brown and gray robes and sat next to the men of Gondor.
She took in a quick breath. Who was that hottie among them!? She'd seen him at a glance when she had run up the stairs in the House to check on Frodo. Long blond hair, blue eyes, pointed ears. He was wrapped in a brownish shawl and looked very serious. She held her hand to her chest, feeling her heart beat a little faster. She took it away when she felt Frodo looking at her funny. She hoped there would be a few more hours until this meeting got under way so that she could just stare at his beautiful face.
Elrond cleared his throat, and she grudgingly focused on him. He first did his whole "lend me your ears" speech, something was wrong, blah blah, "Frodo, bring forth the Ring."
She watched as Frodo placed the little gold ring on the stone podium in the center of all the chairs. Everyone gasped and began murmuring saying things like "So it is true."
She looked around, puzzled. It was a ring! It must be a slow day in Middle-earth, she thought to herself. Then she looked at it and shuddered. She got some really bad vibes from that ring. Wait, it was a ring. No, it was THE ring, Gandalf had informed her. Still, she was skeptical.
All of a sudden, Boromir, the man she'd greeted from Gondor stood up. He looked like he'd just seen a pile of gold and was reaching for it. As he talked about his dream and kings and coming from directions, he reached greedily for the little ring.
Gandalf stood up abruptly, causing Laura to jump in her chair. He slammed his staff down on the ground as Elrond stood up. He began chanting this language that just sounded dark and evil. Everything got darker as if a thick storm cloud were blanketing the mountains. She looked over at Legolas. He looked like he was in pain hearing Gandalf speak. The man shrank and swiftly made his way back to his chair.
Laura was definitely awake after that. What had that horrible language been?
Elrond looked stressed out. "Never before has the Black Speech been uttered in Imladris," he said shakily.
Gandalf did not take his seat, but told Elrond about how he didn't apologize because it would soon be heard in every corner and region, and that the Ring was altogether evil, and took his seat. He looked very upset.
Again the man stood up and began explaining to the council how the ring could be used against this evil. "Give Gondor the weapon of the enemy," he said, and then gave them all a lecture about how "long have my people kept your people safe" and Laura was listening intently to try and learn everything she could. Boromir was definitely taken by that ring. Then Strider spoke up.
"You cannot wield it. The Ring answers to Sauron and Sauron alone, it has no other master," he reasoned.
The man turned and looked menacingly at him. Laura could feel the flames shooting from his eyes to Strider's. "And what..." he said slowly, "would a mere ranger know of this?"
The hot elf stood up and she sighed. "That is no mere ranger," he said testily. "He is Aragorn, son of Arathron," he said while rolling his r's. He was so sexy.
The man now looked a bit threatened. "Aragorn? This is Aragorn?"
Aragorn was his real name? She looked carefully at him.
"An heir to the throne," the Elf continued. "You owe him your legions."
Aragorn said "Sit down, Legolas," in Elvish and the two sat down. Elrond continued as if he'd been talking the whole time. What the whole speech finally ended up being was the fact that someone had to take the Ring back into Mordor. And from what she knew, Mordor meant death. So this wasn't going to be pleasant.
Before she could finish putting the whole story together in her head, arguments began to break out among the council about who would and wouldn't take the ring. It seemed that the only ones not fighting were Aragorn, Frodo, Elrond, and herself.
She looked curiously at Frodo, who seemed transfixed on the Ring in the center. He got up, not taking his eyes off the Ring, and took it. He looked toward the fighting council.
"I will take it!" he tried to shout over them. None heard him.
"I will take the Ring!" Beginning with Gandalf, everyone slowly stopped speaking and turned towards him. All eyes were on the Hobbit, as he glanced around nervously.
"I will take the Ring to Mordor. Though...though I do not know the way," he said quietly.
Laura's mouth dropped open. From what they had just spent the last couple hours saying, this Mordor was a place of unlivable conditions. This little guy had a rough time ahead of him. Was he going alone?
"Whoa," she said, thoroughly impressed.
Gandalf stepped beside Frodo and put a hand on his shoulder. "I will help you bear this burden, Frodo Baggins. So long as it is yours to bear." He then looked back at her and signaled for her to come forward. She did hesitantly.
"I also think, Lord Elrond, that it would be wise to take the child along as we had discussed. She would be much safer in my hands than staying behind in Rivendell before your people abandon these shores for Valinor."
Elrond nodded, and the rest couldn't seem to find anything wrong with this logic. Aragorn stepped forward and knelt in front of Frodo.
"If by my life or death I can protect you, I will. You have my sword," he said smoothly.
"And you have my bow," hottie Elf piped up. He eagerly stood next to Aragorn. Or maybe it was just that Elves were always that joyous.