Anra
By Sailor Book
*Note* In some scenes I could have made it exactly like in the book, but I decided not to. So don't get mad if characters say things they did not.
Chapter Two: Those Who Can See
"Elise, John, Tina, Henry, why aren't you enjoying yourself? Happy Birthday John!" Called Elise's adopted father, the Gaffer (What? My father?!?!). Like sleepers just awakened John took Elise's hands, and Henry took Tina's, and started to dance crazily across the dancing floor. Many stared, and thought the four drunk. Soon the words, "Speech! Speech!" Could be heard as hobbits, for hobbits they were, grabbed chairs. An older hobbit rose from his place, and Bilbo started the famous speech in which the author does not need to tell, for I am sure all reading this story is well aquatinted with it. When Bilbo disappeared, the teenagers were even more confused than the hobbits. Magic? A person disappearing? It seemed unreal…
"So you think you're very clever." Gandalf's veiled accusation did not pierce Bilbo's bubble of happiness. "By the way, who are you going to leave Bag End to?" Bilbo stared at Gandalf as if he had never seen the wizard before.
"Why, John of course!"
"Who's John?" Gandalf's bushy eyebrows drawn together in confusion. "And why did your birthday sign give a happy birthday to a John as well?"
"Because it's Our Birthday," Bilbo looked reproachfully at his old friend. "Don't you remember John? You used to love showing him your magic. Don't you remember how fifteen years ago I found a four year old boy of the Big Folk? At the same time Mr. Gamgee found Elise, Mr. Brandybuck found Henry, and Mrs. Took found Tina." The wizard grew more and more puzzled as these names were thrown at him. He had no memory of any of these little boys and girls. Maybe time would tell…
"Bilbo! He's gone, isn't he?" John addressed the back of Gandalf. Elise, right behind him, remained only a shadow to the two men. She knew that she probably wasn't supposed to be there, but curiosity was killing this girl cat.
"Who are you?" The wizard spun around.
"I-I don't know who I am, sir." Shame hung his head. "I know that I don't belong here, but I have no memory of who I am, only the vague recollection of this being my home. But something tells me that it isn't true."
"Well, Bilbo has left you everything, including his ring." John's head jerked up at "ring." Could it be, Gandalf thought. Could this be the One Ring? He handed the ring to John. It felt surprisingly heavy, but beautiful, oh so beautiful… "Do you see any markings?" He shook his head. He was getting a strange feeling of déjà vu, as if he had read or seen something similar before. It filled him with an unexplained dread. He handed the ring back, reluctant. In one motion, the wizard flung it into the fire, John reaching out to grab it back, much to Elise's distress. Gandalf stopped John, and let the ring rest in the heart of the fire, before taking tongs and rescuing the object precious to John. John took it eagerly, with a trembling hand. Written by an unseen hand, strange marks appeared on the ring. Elise strained her eyes to see, unsure if what she saw was real.
"What are these marks? What language is it?"
"It is in the language if Mordor. Few can now read that evil language. It is two lines in a longer poem saying"—
"One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them,
One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them." The feminine voice spoke softly, but confidently from a shadowed chair.
"Who's there?" His staff was raised, ready to attack any enemy who was stupid enough to try to attack him or John. Elise rose out of the shadows, almost as if she herself had just taken the Ring off. The firelight made her features look, powerful and yet, hauntingly beautiful. In reality, Elise was not beautiful, but had such a potential for beauty that it smacked you in the face the second you first saw her. Gold-brown hair framed a face with a small mouth, and one in which the eyes must have been too large when younger. "And what are you doing here, and who are you?" Asked the wizard, furious that someone had penetrated Bag End without his knowing.
"My name is Elise." She stuck out her hand to shake, though naturally the older man did not understand the gesture. A ring glinted on her finger.
"May I see your ring?" He asked humbly.
"Only if you don't throw it in the fire," She laughed. A gold band surrounded an amethyst. Staring into its depths, he saw a eight armed star of a lighter shade, and a maddening hint of a second four armed star twinkled merrily up at him. He handed the ring back to her, knowing the full import of the ring. His family had passed down the legend that one day, warriors who could be recognized by the Rings they wore would come to defeat evil in Middle Earth's darkest hour. No one knew who had crafted the Rings, unlike the twenty Rings of power, but a description of them was known. One would be purple, another blue, green, and at last red. Stars would be seen within them…
"I can't believe we made it." Elise sighed as the entered she, John, Tina, and Henry, entered the Prancing Pony. "That was a pretty close call." She had been struck terrified by the Black Riders. She looked around suspiciously, almost as if she expected a Black Rider to be waiting to ambush them, or maybe to burst into the room as their prey finally reached "safety."
"Why are we the only girls here? I don't like it." Tina muttered to Elise. All eyes were on them, girls being conspicuous, and many of the gazes were not at all friendly. Having no weapon made Elise even more nervous. But what did she know about sword wielding? Oh well…
"John Baggins? Of course I know him! He's over there." Tina pointed to John and Elise groaned. How could she have forgotten to tell Tina not to reveal that John's last name was Baggins? And there John was trying to stop Tina. As he tripped and fell backward, Elise could clearly see the look of fear on his face. She saw the Ring come onto his finger, and was astonished to see him glowing blue.
"Where'd he go?" Asked Butterbur, the patron of the Prancing Pony. Tina and Henry looked just as confused as Elise felt.
"What do you mean? He's right there." Elise pointed. Everyone remained frozen, and for some strange reason John looked even more terrified. Elise sighed, and walked over to help him up. As he took her outstretched hand, a weird change came over her surroundings. John looked as if he was made of air, she could see his features clearly, but they looked as constant as the wind. He was still glowing blue. Her own arm was made of… water? Yes, it seemed to be fluid, not solid. It glowed her favorite shade of purple. And still John's face held fear captured in it. Slowly, she turned, only to see an eye coming closer. An eye of fire. Burning… Pain… I'm on fire, her thoughts whispered. Consuming fire… She was going to die. Elise sagged as the flames stopped licking her body. John had taken off the Ring. She felt the supportive arms of Tina go around her, as she saw John being dragged off by the stranger who had stared non stop at them since they first arrived…
To be continued in Chapter 3
By Sailor Book
*Note* In some scenes I could have made it exactly like in the book, but I decided not to. So don't get mad if characters say things they did not.
Chapter Two: Those Who Can See
"Elise, John, Tina, Henry, why aren't you enjoying yourself? Happy Birthday John!" Called Elise's adopted father, the Gaffer (What? My father?!?!). Like sleepers just awakened John took Elise's hands, and Henry took Tina's, and started to dance crazily across the dancing floor. Many stared, and thought the four drunk. Soon the words, "Speech! Speech!" Could be heard as hobbits, for hobbits they were, grabbed chairs. An older hobbit rose from his place, and Bilbo started the famous speech in which the author does not need to tell, for I am sure all reading this story is well aquatinted with it. When Bilbo disappeared, the teenagers were even more confused than the hobbits. Magic? A person disappearing? It seemed unreal…
"So you think you're very clever." Gandalf's veiled accusation did not pierce Bilbo's bubble of happiness. "By the way, who are you going to leave Bag End to?" Bilbo stared at Gandalf as if he had never seen the wizard before.
"Why, John of course!"
"Who's John?" Gandalf's bushy eyebrows drawn together in confusion. "And why did your birthday sign give a happy birthday to a John as well?"
"Because it's Our Birthday," Bilbo looked reproachfully at his old friend. "Don't you remember John? You used to love showing him your magic. Don't you remember how fifteen years ago I found a four year old boy of the Big Folk? At the same time Mr. Gamgee found Elise, Mr. Brandybuck found Henry, and Mrs. Took found Tina." The wizard grew more and more puzzled as these names were thrown at him. He had no memory of any of these little boys and girls. Maybe time would tell…
"Bilbo! He's gone, isn't he?" John addressed the back of Gandalf. Elise, right behind him, remained only a shadow to the two men. She knew that she probably wasn't supposed to be there, but curiosity was killing this girl cat.
"Who are you?" The wizard spun around.
"I-I don't know who I am, sir." Shame hung his head. "I know that I don't belong here, but I have no memory of who I am, only the vague recollection of this being my home. But something tells me that it isn't true."
"Well, Bilbo has left you everything, including his ring." John's head jerked up at "ring." Could it be, Gandalf thought. Could this be the One Ring? He handed the ring to John. It felt surprisingly heavy, but beautiful, oh so beautiful… "Do you see any markings?" He shook his head. He was getting a strange feeling of déjà vu, as if he had read or seen something similar before. It filled him with an unexplained dread. He handed the ring back, reluctant. In one motion, the wizard flung it into the fire, John reaching out to grab it back, much to Elise's distress. Gandalf stopped John, and let the ring rest in the heart of the fire, before taking tongs and rescuing the object precious to John. John took it eagerly, with a trembling hand. Written by an unseen hand, strange marks appeared on the ring. Elise strained her eyes to see, unsure if what she saw was real.
"What are these marks? What language is it?"
"It is in the language if Mordor. Few can now read that evil language. It is two lines in a longer poem saying"—
"One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them,
One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them." The feminine voice spoke softly, but confidently from a shadowed chair.
"Who's there?" His staff was raised, ready to attack any enemy who was stupid enough to try to attack him or John. Elise rose out of the shadows, almost as if she herself had just taken the Ring off. The firelight made her features look, powerful and yet, hauntingly beautiful. In reality, Elise was not beautiful, but had such a potential for beauty that it smacked you in the face the second you first saw her. Gold-brown hair framed a face with a small mouth, and one in which the eyes must have been too large when younger. "And what are you doing here, and who are you?" Asked the wizard, furious that someone had penetrated Bag End without his knowing.
"My name is Elise." She stuck out her hand to shake, though naturally the older man did not understand the gesture. A ring glinted on her finger.
"May I see your ring?" He asked humbly.
"Only if you don't throw it in the fire," She laughed. A gold band surrounded an amethyst. Staring into its depths, he saw a eight armed star of a lighter shade, and a maddening hint of a second four armed star twinkled merrily up at him. He handed the ring back to her, knowing the full import of the ring. His family had passed down the legend that one day, warriors who could be recognized by the Rings they wore would come to defeat evil in Middle Earth's darkest hour. No one knew who had crafted the Rings, unlike the twenty Rings of power, but a description of them was known. One would be purple, another blue, green, and at last red. Stars would be seen within them…
"I can't believe we made it." Elise sighed as the entered she, John, Tina, and Henry, entered the Prancing Pony. "That was a pretty close call." She had been struck terrified by the Black Riders. She looked around suspiciously, almost as if she expected a Black Rider to be waiting to ambush them, or maybe to burst into the room as their prey finally reached "safety."
"Why are we the only girls here? I don't like it." Tina muttered to Elise. All eyes were on them, girls being conspicuous, and many of the gazes were not at all friendly. Having no weapon made Elise even more nervous. But what did she know about sword wielding? Oh well…
"John Baggins? Of course I know him! He's over there." Tina pointed to John and Elise groaned. How could she have forgotten to tell Tina not to reveal that John's last name was Baggins? And there John was trying to stop Tina. As he tripped and fell backward, Elise could clearly see the look of fear on his face. She saw the Ring come onto his finger, and was astonished to see him glowing blue.
"Where'd he go?" Asked Butterbur, the patron of the Prancing Pony. Tina and Henry looked just as confused as Elise felt.
"What do you mean? He's right there." Elise pointed. Everyone remained frozen, and for some strange reason John looked even more terrified. Elise sighed, and walked over to help him up. As he took her outstretched hand, a weird change came over her surroundings. John looked as if he was made of air, she could see his features clearly, but they looked as constant as the wind. He was still glowing blue. Her own arm was made of… water? Yes, it seemed to be fluid, not solid. It glowed her favorite shade of purple. And still John's face held fear captured in it. Slowly, she turned, only to see an eye coming closer. An eye of fire. Burning… Pain… I'm on fire, her thoughts whispered. Consuming fire… She was going to die. Elise sagged as the flames stopped licking her body. John had taken off the Ring. She felt the supportive arms of Tina go around her, as she saw John being dragged off by the stranger who had stared non stop at them since they first arrived…
To be continued in Chapter 3