*Grins* Yupper, its been done a ZILLION times but I *love* this scene so I just HAD to redo it cause I love it SOOO much! I pretty much just took the dialouge from the movie, put it into the scene from the book (cause I was bored) and then put in the characters thoughts. I watched LotR again tonight and got introuble because apparently I'm too obsessed with the movie. Evidently, me bringing out my "Hobbit Stick" (e.g a LONG twisted really thick bough I found in the forest) and reanacting the movie was a bad Idea when your parents are ready to take you in for therapy *waves to doctors* HULLO! (Not really, I don't have doctors;)
Likara walked into the Council. A deep ring echoed through the hall, 1:00. She grinned, right on time. A few eyes took her in, a creamy brown cloak that flashed green, vise versa depending on how you saw it. Looking around the long table she saw Legolas. His face might have well have been stone for the expression he was showing, but she could tell, as always exactly how he felt. Curious, terrified, alert. He met her eyes and his brow softened, she took the seat beside him. "You okay?" She asked?
"I'm fine-"
Elrond stood up and looked the crowd gathered quietly for a minute before speaking. "Strangers from distant lands, friends of old. You have been summoned here to answer the threat of Mordor. Middle-Earth stands upon the brink of destruction. None can escape it. You will unite or you will fall. Each race is bound to this fate-this one doom."
He again took in the members of the council, before extending his hand to Frodo. "Bring forth the Ring, Mr. Baggins."
The young hobbit stood, his face taunt with worry. Slowly, he reached into his pocket, and brought out the ring. He looked at it, as if he didn't want to put it down, but he did. Everyone gasped at the tiny, twinkling ornament. Likara felt a Legolas tremble slightly, and she grabbed his hand under the table and then she felt it too, a despret need to grab the ring and run with it, felt as if somebody, something was scouring her, searching every crevise of her mind, and then it was gone.
Whispers arose. "So it is true."
"The doom of man."
"It has come."
"It is a gift!" This was completely unexpected. Legolas and Likara both whipped around to see Boromir getting to his feet. "A gift to the foes of Mordor! Why not use this ring? Long has my father, the Steward of Gondor, kept the forces of Mordor at bay, by the blood of our people- all your lands kept safe! Give Gondor the weapon of the enemy. Let us use it against him!"
She saw Aragorn, who was seated across from the man give him a disdainful look. "You cannot wield it! None of us can. The One Ring answers to Sauron alone. It has no other master."
Boromir eyes flashed daggars of flaming ice at him. "And what," he paused, glowering, "would a Ranger know of this matter?" He spat out the words. Legolas leapt to his feet, drawing all attention to himself.
His voice lowered, softened with controlled fury. "This is no mere ranger." He looked straight at Boromir, and a smirking glance struck his eyes. "This is Aragorn, son of Arathorn. You owe him your alligience."
Lika watched, close to laughter as Boromir's face turned red, eyes darting around wildly.
"This- this is Isildur's heir?" he stuttered.
Legolas gave him a smug look. "And heir to the throne of Gondor." Lika started to stick out her tongue, but stopped as Aragorn flashed him a glare.
"Havo dad, Legolas."
Boromir glared at Legolas. "Gondor has no king," and glowered at Aragorn, "Gondor needs no king."
The council continued more quietly after that, and Likara got bored watching the men shoot sparks at each other. Suddenly Boromir spoke again.
"What then? What when the Sauron takes back what is his?"
"I will be dead before I see the ring in the hands of an elf!" Her eyes darted to the Dwarf.
Her eyes widened. "The ring in the hands of an Elf? I'd not let the ring within ten feet of your dirty dwarf hands."
"Never trust and Elf!" Gimli roared. Likara stood up, as did the elves beside her, but was held back by her brothers strong arm.
"Do you not understand that while we bicker among ourselves, Sauron's power grows?! None can escape it?" Gandalf stood up geusturing at the ring, but the council paid him no heed. The heated argument flared up, Lika and Gimli hollaring at each other, Boromir yelling at Aragorn, and little Frodo Baggins was still in his seat, head in his hands, unnoticed.
"I will take it." The argument stopped and they all looked at Frodo. "I will take the ring to Mordor, though," He looked around, dark blue eyes wary, "I do not know the way."
Gandalf's eyes closed in pity and sympathy for the burden the little man had taken upon his shoulders. "I will help you bear this burden, Frodo Baggins, as long as it is yours to bear." He walked towards him, and put a hand on his shoulder.
"If by my life, or death I can save you I will. You have my sword." Aragorn knelt infront of him, and the hobbit looked down at him and smiled weakly.
"You have my bow." Likara stared wide-eyed at Legolas, who stood next to Aragorn, offering himself to him.
"And my axe." Nobody missed Legolas' face when the Dwarf also gave himself to Frodo, least of all Likara, who could almost smell the annoyance.
Boromir walked towards Frodo, and his eyes flicked back to the ring in the middle of the table. "You carry the fate of us all little one." Stopping he glanced at Elrond. "If it is truly the will of the Council, Gondor will see it done." He joined the group to stand behind Gandalf.
A rustle from behind the curtains revealed Samwise Gamgee. "Mr. Frodo ain't going nowhere without me!"
Then, to even Elrond's surprise, two hobbits ran into the room. "We're coming too!" The proclaimed, Pippen waving quickly to Likara, who was just staring open mouthed.
"You'd have to send us home tied up in a sack to stop us!" Merry said that.
"Anyway you need people of intelligence on this sort of mission, quest... thing." Pippen nodded at the end of his sentance to prove his point.
"That rules you out Pip." Pippen turned to Merry. "Hey-" and then turned to Elrond who was speaking again.
"Nine companions." He stroked his chin in a thoughtful way. "I name you, the Felloship of the Ring!"
Pippen grinned. "Great! Where are we going?"
Likara walked into the Council. A deep ring echoed through the hall, 1:00. She grinned, right on time. A few eyes took her in, a creamy brown cloak that flashed green, vise versa depending on how you saw it. Looking around the long table she saw Legolas. His face might have well have been stone for the expression he was showing, but she could tell, as always exactly how he felt. Curious, terrified, alert. He met her eyes and his brow softened, she took the seat beside him. "You okay?" She asked?
"I'm fine-"
Elrond stood up and looked the crowd gathered quietly for a minute before speaking. "Strangers from distant lands, friends of old. You have been summoned here to answer the threat of Mordor. Middle-Earth stands upon the brink of destruction. None can escape it. You will unite or you will fall. Each race is bound to this fate-this one doom."
He again took in the members of the council, before extending his hand to Frodo. "Bring forth the Ring, Mr. Baggins."
The young hobbit stood, his face taunt with worry. Slowly, he reached into his pocket, and brought out the ring. He looked at it, as if he didn't want to put it down, but he did. Everyone gasped at the tiny, twinkling ornament. Likara felt a Legolas tremble slightly, and she grabbed his hand under the table and then she felt it too, a despret need to grab the ring and run with it, felt as if somebody, something was scouring her, searching every crevise of her mind, and then it was gone.
Whispers arose. "So it is true."
"The doom of man."
"It has come."
"It is a gift!" This was completely unexpected. Legolas and Likara both whipped around to see Boromir getting to his feet. "A gift to the foes of Mordor! Why not use this ring? Long has my father, the Steward of Gondor, kept the forces of Mordor at bay, by the blood of our people- all your lands kept safe! Give Gondor the weapon of the enemy. Let us use it against him!"
She saw Aragorn, who was seated across from the man give him a disdainful look. "You cannot wield it! None of us can. The One Ring answers to Sauron alone. It has no other master."
Boromir eyes flashed daggars of flaming ice at him. "And what," he paused, glowering, "would a Ranger know of this matter?" He spat out the words. Legolas leapt to his feet, drawing all attention to himself.
His voice lowered, softened with controlled fury. "This is no mere ranger." He looked straight at Boromir, and a smirking glance struck his eyes. "This is Aragorn, son of Arathorn. You owe him your alligience."
Lika watched, close to laughter as Boromir's face turned red, eyes darting around wildly.
"This- this is Isildur's heir?" he stuttered.
Legolas gave him a smug look. "And heir to the throne of Gondor." Lika started to stick out her tongue, but stopped as Aragorn flashed him a glare.
"Havo dad, Legolas."
Boromir glared at Legolas. "Gondor has no king," and glowered at Aragorn, "Gondor needs no king."
The council continued more quietly after that, and Likara got bored watching the men shoot sparks at each other. Suddenly Boromir spoke again.
"What then? What when the Sauron takes back what is his?"
"I will be dead before I see the ring in the hands of an elf!" Her eyes darted to the Dwarf.
Her eyes widened. "The ring in the hands of an Elf? I'd not let the ring within ten feet of your dirty dwarf hands."
"Never trust and Elf!" Gimli roared. Likara stood up, as did the elves beside her, but was held back by her brothers strong arm.
"Do you not understand that while we bicker among ourselves, Sauron's power grows?! None can escape it?" Gandalf stood up geusturing at the ring, but the council paid him no heed. The heated argument flared up, Lika and Gimli hollaring at each other, Boromir yelling at Aragorn, and little Frodo Baggins was still in his seat, head in his hands, unnoticed.
"I will take it." The argument stopped and they all looked at Frodo. "I will take the ring to Mordor, though," He looked around, dark blue eyes wary, "I do not know the way."
Gandalf's eyes closed in pity and sympathy for the burden the little man had taken upon his shoulders. "I will help you bear this burden, Frodo Baggins, as long as it is yours to bear." He walked towards him, and put a hand on his shoulder.
"If by my life, or death I can save you I will. You have my sword." Aragorn knelt infront of him, and the hobbit looked down at him and smiled weakly.
"You have my bow." Likara stared wide-eyed at Legolas, who stood next to Aragorn, offering himself to him.
"And my axe." Nobody missed Legolas' face when the Dwarf also gave himself to Frodo, least of all Likara, who could almost smell the annoyance.
Boromir walked towards Frodo, and his eyes flicked back to the ring in the middle of the table. "You carry the fate of us all little one." Stopping he glanced at Elrond. "If it is truly the will of the Council, Gondor will see it done." He joined the group to stand behind Gandalf.
A rustle from behind the curtains revealed Samwise Gamgee. "Mr. Frodo ain't going nowhere without me!"
Then, to even Elrond's surprise, two hobbits ran into the room. "We're coming too!" The proclaimed, Pippen waving quickly to Likara, who was just staring open mouthed.
"You'd have to send us home tied up in a sack to stop us!" Merry said that.
"Anyway you need people of intelligence on this sort of mission, quest... thing." Pippen nodded at the end of his sentance to prove his point.
"That rules you out Pip." Pippen turned to Merry. "Hey-" and then turned to Elrond who was speaking again.
"Nine companions." He stroked his chin in a thoughtful way. "I name you, the Felloship of the Ring!"
Pippen grinned. "Great! Where are we going?"
