Pippin's Rivendell
By Jocelyne Pipe
a.k.a
Two Methyloctane
Disclaimer: This chapter requires a special, formal disclaimer. Read and you'll find out why. This chapter features excerpts of The Fellowship of the Ring, from New Line Cinemas and J.R.R. Tolkien. The transcript used in writing this chapter was typed out by Rachel at The Seat of Kings (www.geocities.com/seatofkings), and she has no connections to Tolkien or New Line, either. Just another fan who spent a lot of time and effort in creating her site. With regards to my story, I don't own any of the characters that appear in The Lord of the Rings. Amy is mine, though. I don't own the script, which was very good, and everyone pay attention March 29 for when a four minute preview, not trailer, will be added to the end of Fellowship. I've seen the movie three times so far, and I'm planning to see it again just for that four minute preview (well, also to see Frodo, Pippin, Merry, Aragorn, and Legolas again). So, while you're waiting, please read this. Don't forget to review. Thanks!
Chapter Eight
The Council
From their secluded position, they heard Elrond speaking, though they could not see where he was seated.
Strangers from distant lands, friends of old. You have been summoned 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 this fate, this one doom. Bring forth the ring, Frodo. The four behind the bushes could barely see Frodo stand up. A few seconds later they saw him return to his chair.
The Doom of Man, an awed voice said quietly. Another voice, strong and somewhat regal sounding started up.
So it is true. It is a gift. 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 are your lands kept safe. Give Gondor the weapon of the enemy. Let us use it against him!
You cannot wield it, they heard Striders voice now, changed from how they had heard it in the forest. None of us can. The one ring answers to Sauron alone. It has no other master.
And would a ranger know of this matter? the first voice answered contemptuously.
This is no mere ranger. He is Aragorn, son of Arathorn. You owe him your allegiance. This voice was fair and quiet, but firm.
Aragorn? This is Isildur's heir? The first voice became surprised, and faltered.
And heir to the throne of Gondor. The gentle voice spoke again.
Havo dad, Legolas, Aragorn said.
Pippin turned and looked at Amy.
What did he say?
Only to sit down.
Who are those people? Merry asked her.
The first voice, the one with the light brown hair, that's Boromir, son of the Steward of Gondor. The other one is Legolas Greenleaf, Prince of Mirkwood. And you know Aragorn.
Sam had been distracted by the plants around him and missed that section of the dialogue.
Strider. He is Aragorn, son of Arathorn. He is the heir of Isildur, and heir to the throne of Gondor.
Gondor has no king. Gondor needs no king. Boromir realized the identity of the Ranger. They could see him now. He looked exactly as he sounded, strong and regal. Then they heard a familiar voice.
Aragorn is right. We cannot use it. It was Gandalf, who they could see sitting beside Frodo.
You have only one choice. The ring must be destroyed. Elrond spoke with conviction. There was no other choice. The hobbits in the bush realized this as a gruff voice, coming from a short person with a rather long beard.
Then what are we waiting for? They heard a deafening crash, and risked being seen to see that the Dwarf had risen. Looking at the platform in the centre of the circle, they saw the ring, unbroken, laying among shards of what they assumed to be an axe, seeing the shaft of it still in the Dwarf's hands. The expression on his face was a mixture of anger and shock.
The ring cannot be destroyed, Gimli, son of Gloin by any craft that we here possess. The ring was made in the fires of Mount Doom. Only there can it be unmade. It must be taken deep into Mordor and cast back into the fiery chasm from whence it came. One of you must do this.
One does not simply walk into Mordor. Its black gates are guarded by more than just orcs. There is evil there that does not sleep. And the great eye is ever watchful. 'Tis a barren wasteland, riddled with fire and ash and dust. The very air that you breathe is a poisonous fume. Not with ten thousand men could you do this. It is folly. Boromir was doubtful.
Have you heard nothing that Lord Elrond has said? The ring must be destroyed! Legolas's calm voice had started to rise. The four hobbits in the bush stared at each other with wide eyes.
And I suppose you think you're the one to do it?! The rough voice was yelling skeptically at the Elf.
And if we fail, what then? What happens when Sauron takes back what is his? Boromir stated the question on everyone's minds.
It was obvious from what Merry and Amy could see that an argument was starting. Only Frodo had remained in his seat, staring at a platform in the centre of the circle.
I will be dead before I see the ring in the hands of an elf!
Dwarves do not get along with Elves. It has almost always been that way. The Dwarf is Gimli, as you heard. His father Gloin is beside him. Amy filled in this pointless bit of information, for the other hobbits could plainly see the tension between the races. Everyone was standing yelling at each other, but the four hobbits could hear a slight whisper, and they saw Frodo becoming anxious and restless. Then he stood up.
I will take it! I will take it! The crowd died down and looked at the tiny hobbit. I will take the ring to Mordor Though Though I do not know the way. Sam almost burst out of the trees then, but Merry and Pippin held him back. They were shocked, and it took all their willpower to contain themselves. Amy's eyes widened in fear.
I will help you bear this burden, Frodo Baggins. As long as it is yours to bear. Gandalf's voice was calm and fatherly.
If by my life or death, if I can protect you, I will. Aragorn knelt beside Frodo. You have my sword. Despite their best intentions to remain quiet, Gandalf had noticed them, and, appearing to look at Frodo, winked at Pippin, Sam, Merry, and Amy.
And you have my bow, Legolas said.
Forgetting the previous argument with Legolas, Gimli proclaimed, And my axe. Boromir at last stood up and walked towards Frodo.
You carry the fate of us all little one. If this is indeed the will of the Council, then Gondor will see it done. At that moment, Merry and Pippin had loosened their hold on Sam, and he leapt from the bushes.
Here! Mr Frodo's not going anywhere without me. Considering the circumstances, Elrond was highly amused by this
No, indeed, it is hardly possible to separate you from him, even when he is summoned to a secret council, and you are not. Sam gave him a guilty look.
Oi! We're coming too! You'd have to send us home tied up in a sack to stop us. Merry then emerged from the bushes, followed closely by Pippin.
Anyway, you need people of intelligence on this sort of mission. Quest. Thing. Pippin said defiantly to Elrond. Merry leaned over and whispered, not so quietly, in his ear.
Well that rules you out, Pip. Elrond looked at this group, and seemed pleased.
Nine companions. So be it! You shall be the fellowship of the ring.
Great. Where are we going? Pippin asked with remarkable stupidity, for he had been listening to the entire conversation.
Amy, however, remained in the bushes. She sat in a trance, transfixed by the events that had just happened. Pippin was leaving on a journey that would surely kill him. She sat there in shock until tears won over, and she sat there crying. After a few minutes, Pippin seemed to remember Amy, and came back to her.
Amy! Amy, what's wrong? Amy, please tell me. What's wrong? He tried to put his arms around her to comfort him, but without looking at him, Amy jumped up and ran away. Pippin tried to follow her, but she was soon lost amongst the trees. It was then he realized what he had just done. He sat down on a log, devastated, until he himself broke down and wept, late into the day and night.
A/N: Ooh, tension is building. Wasn't that chapter just a heartbreaker? I wanted to continue, but that seemed like a good place. Keep you loyal readers on your toes. What happens next? Beats me, I have yet to think about it. Again, special thanks goes to Rachel for her site, it was a lifesaver because I couldn't remember that part of the movie. On another note, please, please, please review! I love reading your guy's reviews, they are so awesome! I'm addicted to them, so please help feed my addiction. C'mon. The little Review button is RIGHT THERE!!! Press it. It only takes a few seconds. Constructive criticism and ideas are welcome, flames are not. You know the drill. Also, my statistic page says I'm on the favourites list of three people, yet I'm only aware of one. If you wouldn't mind letting me know who you are, I would be very happy. I'm an incredibly curious person, and I like to know about the people who read my stories. Anyways, as I promised to tell you in my last A/N last chapter, my second story is now posted! It is called Lonerism, which I know is not a real word, it's explained in the Disclaimer or A/N, I'm not sure which. Go ahead and read it, if you like. The title makes it really easy to find in the Title Search at the top of the page because I'm the only one who uses lonerism, or you could go to my profile and find it there. It's an Elijah fic with a character based on me. Okay, fine. The other character is me, with a different name and a few differences, and a couple years from now. Read it, I know you want to. When I get some reviews for it, I'll add more. It is a romance, so I know you'll like it girls. Hahaha. Anyways, seeing as how it's 1:48:30 AM Sunday, March 24, I'm going to bed. I want a minimum of 22 reviews before I add more to this story! -- Jocelyne Pipe, a.k.a. Two Methyloctane
