To my faithful readers of my other piece, What to do when u're obsessed
with LOTR,
I must apologize. I didn't realize that lists weren't allowed on fanfiction.net, and thus the story was removed(though fanfic.net sure took long enough to realize it was a list!I had 8/9 chaps up already) and I was subsequently banned from uploading. I didn't keep any backup copies of that piece, and so that whole piece is gone! My preciousssss isssss goooonnneeeee! I certainly hope though that all those who read it enjoyed it, and thank you all so much for the wonderful reviews! I promise, there will be more fanfic coming from me.
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Gasping, his voice muffled by the basin stuck on his face, a petrified Frodo tried frantically to rip the basin off his face, but to no avail. Then the basin was removed from his face, and he heard the soft musical laughter of Galadriel.
"I am sorry," she said, still chortling, "I should have warned you it would do this. It tends to misbehave once in a while." Frodo stood there flabbergasted, dripping wet and shivering as much from the coldness of the water as from fear. The expression on his face was so comical that it set Galadriel off tittering again. Finally she regained her composure and tried to retain her dignity. She called to one of the Elves, which Frodo was surprised to see still awake at this hour, and the Elf guided him to where he could change into dry clothing.
Galadriel held Frodo's eyes with her huge, hypnotic blue eyes.
"I can guess what you saw in the Mirror, for it is also in my mind. The mission to foil Sauron weighs heavy on your mind." She started to advance towards Frodo. A vague notion of foreboding arose in the back of Frodo's mind, but he couldn't tear his gaze from Galadriel. "I do not deny that I have long desired the Ruling Ring." She stepped closer, and Frodo, well under her spellbinding eyes, held out the Ring in his palm. His instincts urged him to run, immediately, but he seemed to be stuck to the ground. "You are so willing to give it to me." Her face suddenly began to twist into an evil snarl and she suddenly seemed much taller than she already was. Then just as suddenly, she returned to normal.
"I shall remain Galadriel." She said, seemingly just as shaken as Frodo himself was. Her voice sounded heavy and defeated. "I have passed the test."
"Who else would you be?" Frodo thought privately. "Gallopdriel?"
Her steady gaze on Frodo didn't waver. " The Fellowship has broken up. It has already begun. I have seen through the thoughts of every member of the Fellowship. You know who I am speaking of." She paused dramatically. "To be a Ring-bearer is to be alone." She smiled at him. " Even the smallest person can change the course of the world. You have all my blessings in your perilous journey."
"What is the Fellowship for if only I can complete the mission?" Frodo asked scornfully.
"They are there just to sit pretty and be your accessories while you be a hero and destroy the Ring." Galadriel chuckled. "Seriously," her voice sobered, "judging from the number of times you fell over or put on the Ring and got stabbed at, they are there to bail you out. Mark my words, though. You must be very careful."
Frodo bowed and knelt down respectfully in front of the Elven Queen, and she bent down to kiss his forehead, placing something into his hand. He looked down , and saw the most beautiful crystal on a gold chain that he had ever seen.
"This is the Flame of Olympics," Galadriel said. "May it light up your journey, even in the darkest places." Then she headed out and soon was gone. Clasping the crystal tight in his fist, Frodo returned to his chamber and this time found sleep easy to come.
Though it was nearly always winter in Middle Ice, most parts of Middle Ice generally did support the growth of vegetation, and the icy ground was covered by foliage so that the cold did not seep through to the atmosphere. Lothlorien was one such place. The Fellowship stayed in Lothlorien for nearly a week, resting and enjoying themselves and basking in the beauty, peace and serenity of the heavenly land. Soon, however, they had to gather their gear again and prepare to continue with the journey,. With heavy hearts, they set off in three boats that the Lord and Lady had provided.
"Can I row?" Frodo asked as Legolas, Aragorn and Boromir started to pick up the oars. "I know how to! After all, I am supposed to be an extraordinary Hobbit."
"No you cannot, Frodo," Aragorn said firmly. "There is a reason to account for my rowing instead of you."
"Why not?" Frodo pouted. He looked obstinate. "What reason?" So Aragorn resignedly handed the oars to Frodo and they exchanged places. The boat became unbalanced in weight and started to tilt, dumping all three of them into the cold water.
"I told you there was a reason," Aragorn said as he pushed back his wet hair. Sputtering, Frodo helped Sam climb back into the boat. Aragorn, Boromir and Legolas did the rowing(which was just as well since the Hobbits seemed to be useless at everything). They landed about 80 miles away on the shore of the meandering Anduin because they would have landed in the Niagara Falls if they had gone on. Aragorn announced that they would have to proceed on foot till they reached the Rinks. Sauron's fortress was located smack in the centre of the vast Rinks, in his land of Mordor. Though technically he owned only Mordor, he had control of the rest of the Rinks too, as it was too desolate to live in, and whoever who did live there was well under his control.
They trudged warily through the woods that bordered the Rinks, with the Men, Legolas and Gimli looking out for any movement or sound that would indicate any enemies that was trying to set up an ambush. The atmosphere was tense and nobody spoke or even whispered. Sam walked ahead of the others for a bit as he was curious about the light that shone up ahead. Then they heard a yell from him, which grew softer until they could hear him no more! The Company stared at each other, each dreading the worst. They hurried up ahead in the direction of where Sam had gone, throwing all caution to the wind. Aragorn, who was at the head of the pack, stopped so suddenly that those behind him crashed into him, and like dominoes all of them tumbled down the slope at the edge of the forest!
Chapter 7
They tumbled helplessly down the slope and landed in a heap at the bottom of the slope.
"Take your foot out of my neck," Aragorn grumbled as he sat up and groaned. "You fools, bumping right into me like that! I did not want you guys to go tumbling down the slope, and here you go doing just that."
"That is not fair!" Boromir stated in indignation. "We could not stop in time." Finally managing to entangle themselves from each other, they sat there, realizing, to their immense relief, that they were merely bruised. Frodo tried to stand up to look for Sam but lost his balance on the slippery ice and fell again. It was then that they realized they were on the Rinks itself! Even Aragorn had not realized that they were on the Rinks, since he had never stepped foot on it himself. Sam had unwittingly led them into a shortcut through the woods to the Rinks.
It was a desolate landscape indeed, with the icy ground stretching back for miles as far as they could see. The air was bitterly cold with an icy, biting wind that penetrated into the bones, and the Hobbits shivered and pulled their coats tightly around their bodies. As far as they could see there was absolutely nobody, and the sun shone bleakly and weakly in the afternoon sky. It was, for once, not snowing—snow was almost a permanent and continuous feature of the Rinks. Leafless trees and rocks lay scattered here and there on the landscape.
Meanwhile, what had become of Sam? He had tumbled down the slope and had slid a good way on the slick ice on his backside. Everybody laughed at the forlorn look on his face, and the tense atmosphere lightened somewhat.
Aragorn opened his pack and handed them blades, which he instructed everybody to fasten onto their boots so that they could walk without slipping and falling. Once that had been done, it looked as though they were wearing skates!
Frodo stood up carefully and tried to move on the ice.Since he was not looking where he was going, he plowed right into Merry and Pippin who were trying to get up and sent them flying.
Aragorn looked around warily. "There is not much cover here," he said nervously, "so we had better learn how to walk on the ice soon and go into hiding." The rest of them began to experiment with 'walking' on the ice, Aragorn found a small cave within some huge rocks, and they squeezed into the space and spent the bitter night there, drawing their warm clothing close around themselves and huddling up to each other as close as they could, though this was easy because the cave was so small that they were crammed like sardines in a can.
They awoke to a bitterly cold morning, and outside it was even more dreary and bleak than it had been the previous day. It had begun to snow, though fortunately not very heavily.
"It will be good cover from anyone who is watching the Rinks," Aragorn said, pleased. They had a scant breakfast, put on extra warm clothing, and then set off on their skates. The blustery wind blew mercilessly, penetrating through their coats and seeping deep into their bones. It was merely skating that was keeping them still reasonably warm.
"Curse the wind!" Legolas snapped, annoyed. It is messing up my hair!" he was continuously pushing his long blond locks away from his face, and his hair was now rather messy and windswept, looking like a golden mop.
"I can try to re-bond it for you," Boromir offered hesitantly, "though I am not very good at it."
"If Gandalf was here….." Aragorn's voice trailed off, "He would have known how to re-bond your hair, Legolas. He must have picked up a few tips from Saruman ."
So Legolas was forced to settle at combing back and re-plaiting his hair, since he didn't like the way Boromir did the re-bonding. He put on a hood attached to his cloak.
Note: The Rinks may sound weird to you, but I have decided to make the land around Mordor a very icy place,, somewhat like the South Pole, and call it the Rinks.That's why they have to skate on it!LOL
I must apologize. I didn't realize that lists weren't allowed on fanfiction.net, and thus the story was removed(though fanfic.net sure took long enough to realize it was a list!I had 8/9 chaps up already) and I was subsequently banned from uploading. I didn't keep any backup copies of that piece, and so that whole piece is gone! My preciousssss isssss goooonnneeeee! I certainly hope though that all those who read it enjoyed it, and thank you all so much for the wonderful reviews! I promise, there will be more fanfic coming from me.
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Gasping, his voice muffled by the basin stuck on his face, a petrified Frodo tried frantically to rip the basin off his face, but to no avail. Then the basin was removed from his face, and he heard the soft musical laughter of Galadriel.
"I am sorry," she said, still chortling, "I should have warned you it would do this. It tends to misbehave once in a while." Frodo stood there flabbergasted, dripping wet and shivering as much from the coldness of the water as from fear. The expression on his face was so comical that it set Galadriel off tittering again. Finally she regained her composure and tried to retain her dignity. She called to one of the Elves, which Frodo was surprised to see still awake at this hour, and the Elf guided him to where he could change into dry clothing.
Galadriel held Frodo's eyes with her huge, hypnotic blue eyes.
"I can guess what you saw in the Mirror, for it is also in my mind. The mission to foil Sauron weighs heavy on your mind." She started to advance towards Frodo. A vague notion of foreboding arose in the back of Frodo's mind, but he couldn't tear his gaze from Galadriel. "I do not deny that I have long desired the Ruling Ring." She stepped closer, and Frodo, well under her spellbinding eyes, held out the Ring in his palm. His instincts urged him to run, immediately, but he seemed to be stuck to the ground. "You are so willing to give it to me." Her face suddenly began to twist into an evil snarl and she suddenly seemed much taller than she already was. Then just as suddenly, she returned to normal.
"I shall remain Galadriel." She said, seemingly just as shaken as Frodo himself was. Her voice sounded heavy and defeated. "I have passed the test."
"Who else would you be?" Frodo thought privately. "Gallopdriel?"
Her steady gaze on Frodo didn't waver. " The Fellowship has broken up. It has already begun. I have seen through the thoughts of every member of the Fellowship. You know who I am speaking of." She paused dramatically. "To be a Ring-bearer is to be alone." She smiled at him. " Even the smallest person can change the course of the world. You have all my blessings in your perilous journey."
"What is the Fellowship for if only I can complete the mission?" Frodo asked scornfully.
"They are there just to sit pretty and be your accessories while you be a hero and destroy the Ring." Galadriel chuckled. "Seriously," her voice sobered, "judging from the number of times you fell over or put on the Ring and got stabbed at, they are there to bail you out. Mark my words, though. You must be very careful."
Frodo bowed and knelt down respectfully in front of the Elven Queen, and she bent down to kiss his forehead, placing something into his hand. He looked down , and saw the most beautiful crystal on a gold chain that he had ever seen.
"This is the Flame of Olympics," Galadriel said. "May it light up your journey, even in the darkest places." Then she headed out and soon was gone. Clasping the crystal tight in his fist, Frodo returned to his chamber and this time found sleep easy to come.
Though it was nearly always winter in Middle Ice, most parts of Middle Ice generally did support the growth of vegetation, and the icy ground was covered by foliage so that the cold did not seep through to the atmosphere. Lothlorien was one such place. The Fellowship stayed in Lothlorien for nearly a week, resting and enjoying themselves and basking in the beauty, peace and serenity of the heavenly land. Soon, however, they had to gather their gear again and prepare to continue with the journey,. With heavy hearts, they set off in three boats that the Lord and Lady had provided.
"Can I row?" Frodo asked as Legolas, Aragorn and Boromir started to pick up the oars. "I know how to! After all, I am supposed to be an extraordinary Hobbit."
"No you cannot, Frodo," Aragorn said firmly. "There is a reason to account for my rowing instead of you."
"Why not?" Frodo pouted. He looked obstinate. "What reason?" So Aragorn resignedly handed the oars to Frodo and they exchanged places. The boat became unbalanced in weight and started to tilt, dumping all three of them into the cold water.
"I told you there was a reason," Aragorn said as he pushed back his wet hair. Sputtering, Frodo helped Sam climb back into the boat. Aragorn, Boromir and Legolas did the rowing(which was just as well since the Hobbits seemed to be useless at everything). They landed about 80 miles away on the shore of the meandering Anduin because they would have landed in the Niagara Falls if they had gone on. Aragorn announced that they would have to proceed on foot till they reached the Rinks. Sauron's fortress was located smack in the centre of the vast Rinks, in his land of Mordor. Though technically he owned only Mordor, he had control of the rest of the Rinks too, as it was too desolate to live in, and whoever who did live there was well under his control.
They trudged warily through the woods that bordered the Rinks, with the Men, Legolas and Gimli looking out for any movement or sound that would indicate any enemies that was trying to set up an ambush. The atmosphere was tense and nobody spoke or even whispered. Sam walked ahead of the others for a bit as he was curious about the light that shone up ahead. Then they heard a yell from him, which grew softer until they could hear him no more! The Company stared at each other, each dreading the worst. They hurried up ahead in the direction of where Sam had gone, throwing all caution to the wind. Aragorn, who was at the head of the pack, stopped so suddenly that those behind him crashed into him, and like dominoes all of them tumbled down the slope at the edge of the forest!
Chapter 7
They tumbled helplessly down the slope and landed in a heap at the bottom of the slope.
"Take your foot out of my neck," Aragorn grumbled as he sat up and groaned. "You fools, bumping right into me like that! I did not want you guys to go tumbling down the slope, and here you go doing just that."
"That is not fair!" Boromir stated in indignation. "We could not stop in time." Finally managing to entangle themselves from each other, they sat there, realizing, to their immense relief, that they were merely bruised. Frodo tried to stand up to look for Sam but lost his balance on the slippery ice and fell again. It was then that they realized they were on the Rinks itself! Even Aragorn had not realized that they were on the Rinks, since he had never stepped foot on it himself. Sam had unwittingly led them into a shortcut through the woods to the Rinks.
It was a desolate landscape indeed, with the icy ground stretching back for miles as far as they could see. The air was bitterly cold with an icy, biting wind that penetrated into the bones, and the Hobbits shivered and pulled their coats tightly around their bodies. As far as they could see there was absolutely nobody, and the sun shone bleakly and weakly in the afternoon sky. It was, for once, not snowing—snow was almost a permanent and continuous feature of the Rinks. Leafless trees and rocks lay scattered here and there on the landscape.
Meanwhile, what had become of Sam? He had tumbled down the slope and had slid a good way on the slick ice on his backside. Everybody laughed at the forlorn look on his face, and the tense atmosphere lightened somewhat.
Aragorn opened his pack and handed them blades, which he instructed everybody to fasten onto their boots so that they could walk without slipping and falling. Once that had been done, it looked as though they were wearing skates!
Frodo stood up carefully and tried to move on the ice.Since he was not looking where he was going, he plowed right into Merry and Pippin who were trying to get up and sent them flying.
Aragorn looked around warily. "There is not much cover here," he said nervously, "so we had better learn how to walk on the ice soon and go into hiding." The rest of them began to experiment with 'walking' on the ice, Aragorn found a small cave within some huge rocks, and they squeezed into the space and spent the bitter night there, drawing their warm clothing close around themselves and huddling up to each other as close as they could, though this was easy because the cave was so small that they were crammed like sardines in a can.
They awoke to a bitterly cold morning, and outside it was even more dreary and bleak than it had been the previous day. It had begun to snow, though fortunately not very heavily.
"It will be good cover from anyone who is watching the Rinks," Aragorn said, pleased. They had a scant breakfast, put on extra warm clothing, and then set off on their skates. The blustery wind blew mercilessly, penetrating through their coats and seeping deep into their bones. It was merely skating that was keeping them still reasonably warm.
"Curse the wind!" Legolas snapped, annoyed. It is messing up my hair!" he was continuously pushing his long blond locks away from his face, and his hair was now rather messy and windswept, looking like a golden mop.
"I can try to re-bond it for you," Boromir offered hesitantly, "though I am not very good at it."
"If Gandalf was here….." Aragorn's voice trailed off, "He would have known how to re-bond your hair, Legolas. He must have picked up a few tips from Saruman ."
So Legolas was forced to settle at combing back and re-plaiting his hair, since he didn't like the way Boromir did the re-bonding. He put on a hood attached to his cloak.
Note: The Rinks may sound weird to you, but I have decided to make the land around Mordor a very icy place,, somewhat like the South Pole, and call it the Rinks.That's why they have to skate on it!LOL