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Chapter 14 -- The Voice of Evil
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Note : Last chapter I mentioned Sam when Frodo was 22, which is impossible. Sorry about that. I forgot. Instead of Sam, he meant The Gaffer, for twas the Gaffer that was looking after Bag-End until Sam was old enough to take over. Sometimes I forget details. Sorry this chapter is short…
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The White King listened to the voice in the Planetir. It was not Sauron…and yet…Sauron knew that. He laid his clawed hand down over the black globe.
"Everything proceeds forward.." he carefully said in his mind.
The female voice was hollow…like death…much like when Sauron contacted him.
"Does the Halfling have our gift?"
"Yes…Mistress." The ghastly countenance of the creature whose form was only shadow in light, and light In shadow had no expression other than hollow obedience.
"Does the Elleth have our gift?"
"No…Mistress. The Elf has yet to give it to her." The White-King's laugh was unforgiving, "But he will…and when he does…he will be ours forever."
There was a sound that came from low within her throat. Irritation, almost a growl. "It has to be perfect timing. Perfect. For if she visits him, she will save him. So says the record. The Elf -must- give her the bracelet. Go to Weathertop, create something that will lose his companion. Draw him to you, then take control. I don't care how you do it, and I don't care if he comes on our side. He is nothing. He is only a tool. Our way of unlocking the door into Rivendell. Our way of bringing -her- out. I want her. Your master has been waiting a long time. And you know what will happen if you fail. "
"I see not why we do not simply kill him, and take the Ring." The Witch-King was irritated by the constant games.
"It is -her- we must have. She is the connection to the One Ring. The Key. As long as she is on their side…the Ring will never be ours. They planned it that way when she was taken from us. She was to help those pure of heart to withstand the call of the Ring. She was not able to help the creature Smeagol, but she was able to help the Hobbits. For this moment…Frodo Baggins must be unable to go to her. He must not be able to help her. Then…with her in our hands…he will surely bring the ring to us when he learns what it is." The female voice was crisp and cool, like a winters breeze. "We watch and wait for the perfect time, we know the times she went to him and the times he went to her. This is the moment. This is our chance. We cannot fail. YOU cannot fail. Do you understand? Or are you going to question the desires of your master further?"
"Comply with what she says." The voice of Sauron was unmistakable in its malevolence.
And of course…there was no way to resist. There never had been a way to resist since he had been seduced by the power of the Ring. "Yes…"
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Frodo awoke that day a smile on his lips for he had had a good dream that time, though he knew it had only been a dream. She was there, with him…and she was telling him that she chose him over all else. He hoped that it would come true one day. Bilbo was soon going to be coming home, and he had gone to Rivendell to talk with Lord Elrond, and to meet her. He would be back with news, and Frodo was on pins and needles. He wished that he could have gone with his uncle, but he was still not of age, only 22 and stuck home at Bag end. He just wanted to know that she still lived. He did what he always did first thing In the morning, he looked at the pendant that she had left him with and smiled at it. "I miss you…" he fingered the diamond shaped heart in the center and her face appeared as it always did. And that was the smile that made him look forward to getting up in the morning. He lay there in bed, gazing at her image until he heard the voice of the Gaffer Gamgee as he was puttering about in the kitchen.
"Frodo, lad." the old hobbit's voice rang down the hall. "The Bees is Buzzin' and the birds a'chirpin'. The day won't wait fer ya much longer, aye. Up with ye."
And he crawled out of bed reluctantly putting the locket away. Twas just another ordinary day in the shire. He wished Bilbo would come home.
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Chapter 14 -- The Voice of Evil
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Note : Last chapter I mentioned Sam when Frodo was 22, which is impossible. Sorry about that. I forgot. Instead of Sam, he meant The Gaffer, for twas the Gaffer that was looking after Bag-End until Sam was old enough to take over. Sometimes I forget details. Sorry this chapter is short…
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The White King listened to the voice in the Planetir. It was not Sauron…and yet…Sauron knew that. He laid his clawed hand down over the black globe.
"Everything proceeds forward.." he carefully said in his mind.
The female voice was hollow…like death…much like when Sauron contacted him.
"Does the Halfling have our gift?"
"Yes…Mistress." The ghastly countenance of the creature whose form was only shadow in light, and light In shadow had no expression other than hollow obedience.
"Does the Elleth have our gift?"
"No…Mistress. The Elf has yet to give it to her." The White-King's laugh was unforgiving, "But he will…and when he does…he will be ours forever."
There was a sound that came from low within her throat. Irritation, almost a growl. "It has to be perfect timing. Perfect. For if she visits him, she will save him. So says the record. The Elf -must- give her the bracelet. Go to Weathertop, create something that will lose his companion. Draw him to you, then take control. I don't care how you do it, and I don't care if he comes on our side. He is nothing. He is only a tool. Our way of unlocking the door into Rivendell. Our way of bringing -her- out. I want her. Your master has been waiting a long time. And you know what will happen if you fail. "
"I see not why we do not simply kill him, and take the Ring." The Witch-King was irritated by the constant games.
"It is -her- we must have. She is the connection to the One Ring. The Key. As long as she is on their side…the Ring will never be ours. They planned it that way when she was taken from us. She was to help those pure of heart to withstand the call of the Ring. She was not able to help the creature Smeagol, but she was able to help the Hobbits. For this moment…Frodo Baggins must be unable to go to her. He must not be able to help her. Then…with her in our hands…he will surely bring the ring to us when he learns what it is." The female voice was crisp and cool, like a winters breeze. "We watch and wait for the perfect time, we know the times she went to him and the times he went to her. This is the moment. This is our chance. We cannot fail. YOU cannot fail. Do you understand? Or are you going to question the desires of your master further?"
"Comply with what she says." The voice of Sauron was unmistakable in its malevolence.
And of course…there was no way to resist. There never had been a way to resist since he had been seduced by the power of the Ring. "Yes…"
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Frodo awoke that day a smile on his lips for he had had a good dream that time, though he knew it had only been a dream. She was there, with him…and she was telling him that she chose him over all else. He hoped that it would come true one day. Bilbo was soon going to be coming home, and he had gone to Rivendell to talk with Lord Elrond, and to meet her. He would be back with news, and Frodo was on pins and needles. He wished that he could have gone with his uncle, but he was still not of age, only 22 and stuck home at Bag end. He just wanted to know that she still lived. He did what he always did first thing In the morning, he looked at the pendant that she had left him with and smiled at it. "I miss you…" he fingered the diamond shaped heart in the center and her face appeared as it always did. And that was the smile that made him look forward to getting up in the morning. He lay there in bed, gazing at her image until he heard the voice of the Gaffer Gamgee as he was puttering about in the kitchen.
"Frodo, lad." the old hobbit's voice rang down the hall. "The Bees is Buzzin' and the birds a'chirpin'. The day won't wait fer ya much longer, aye. Up with ye."
And he crawled out of bed reluctantly putting the locket away. Twas just another ordinary day in the shire. He wished Bilbo would come home.
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