The Promise Ch. 2
Disclaimer: See ch.1
Chapter II - A Ring of Stones
The rocky shore scraped the bottom of the boat. The vessel shifted upwards on the slight waves, and Boromir began to step out. The water felt soothingly cool around his hot, clammy feet in their leather boots. He gently pulled the boat up to the shore so that Meriadoc and Peregrin could alight. The other two boats were already empty. Legolas was pacing up and down the beach, the dwarf was sitting with his back against the cliff, and Aragorn was attempting to light a fire in a ring of stones. A ring of stones… a ring… The Ring…
"Boromir!"
Aragorn jerked Boromir out of his thoughts. The dark haired man glared at him, and commanded him to gather some firewood to make the hobbits a meal. He reluctantly walked into the forest behind the rocky shore.
A small snap underfoot caught his attention. He sighed, bent down and picked up the branch. It was whitish-silver in colour, and it shone slightly in the dull light of the day. Shining like silver… precious metal… gold is a precious metal… gold jewellery… gold ring… The Ring… He shook his head violently in frustration. Every little thing was sending his thoughts in the same direction. Would he ever be free of this curse? However, through all his efforts, his thoughts swung back to the ring.
Power… complete and utter power. It would be all he needed to rule Gondor, to unite the race of men. Sauron would have no chance against the Kingdom of Gondor. Just one simple thing, a tiny band of gold, but one that had centuries of malice, green, hatred and xenophobial desire to conquer poured into it by Him. It was truly a masterpiece, a stunningly brilliant, yet unspeakably evil, plan. He blinked rapidly, and shook his head again.
He saw one of the hobbits in front of him. Which one was it? Ah yes… Frodo. The ringbearer. How could such a powerful object fall into the hands of such a tiny, inexperienced, childish being? He reconsidered his previous thought. Frodo had proved brave and cunning in the course of the journey. But he had The Ring…
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EDIT: I've edited this chapter as well, in light of your reviews. Thankies to everyone who reviewed! More coming soon, I promise!
Disclaimer: See ch.1
Chapter II - A Ring of Stones
The rocky shore scraped the bottom of the boat. The vessel shifted upwards on the slight waves, and Boromir began to step out. The water felt soothingly cool around his hot, clammy feet in their leather boots. He gently pulled the boat up to the shore so that Meriadoc and Peregrin could alight. The other two boats were already empty. Legolas was pacing up and down the beach, the dwarf was sitting with his back against the cliff, and Aragorn was attempting to light a fire in a ring of stones. A ring of stones… a ring… The Ring…
"Boromir!"
Aragorn jerked Boromir out of his thoughts. The dark haired man glared at him, and commanded him to gather some firewood to make the hobbits a meal. He reluctantly walked into the forest behind the rocky shore.
A small snap underfoot caught his attention. He sighed, bent down and picked up the branch. It was whitish-silver in colour, and it shone slightly in the dull light of the day. Shining like silver… precious metal… gold is a precious metal… gold jewellery… gold ring… The Ring… He shook his head violently in frustration. Every little thing was sending his thoughts in the same direction. Would he ever be free of this curse? However, through all his efforts, his thoughts swung back to the ring.
Power… complete and utter power. It would be all he needed to rule Gondor, to unite the race of men. Sauron would have no chance against the Kingdom of Gondor. Just one simple thing, a tiny band of gold, but one that had centuries of malice, green, hatred and xenophobial desire to conquer poured into it by Him. It was truly a masterpiece, a stunningly brilliant, yet unspeakably evil, plan. He blinked rapidly, and shook his head again.
He saw one of the hobbits in front of him. Which one was it? Ah yes… Frodo. The ringbearer. How could such a powerful object fall into the hands of such a tiny, inexperienced, childish being? He reconsidered his previous thought. Frodo had proved brave and cunning in the course of the journey. But he had The Ring…
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You like? Yes? No? Want me hung, drawn and quartered? (hopefully not O_o) Please review and tell me!
EDIT: I've edited this chapter as well, in light of your reviews. Thankies to everyone who reviewed! More coming soon, I promise!